Zayne being a sweet and loving boyfriend and fucking you to sleep :(
Telling him you were going to bed early only for him to find you up scrolling your phone by the time he drags himself into the bedroom. His eye bags prominent and shoulder sagging out of exhaustion but all of that seems to disappear the second he sees you up :(
Watching you scramble to toss your phone away, face all flushed and embarrassed as you try and play it off. Every word getting more and more shrill as a layer of clothing is shed from his body. Uttering something about how you've been misbehaving and his work never seems to end with you and your little stunts :(
Getting flipped over, face shoved into the pillow, a fist full of your hair gripped in his scarred hand. His hips ramming into the plush of your ass, every connection bottoming out and brutally kissing your cervix. You're drooling into the pillow, not even fully undressed :(
Filthy whispers of how perfect you are, how well you take him, how hot and wet your pretty little cunt is. His hips digging into the swell of your ass as he grinds himself inside of you, relishing in the feeling of your velvety walls spasming around the thick length of his cock :(
Drool and tears wetting the pillow below your head, a stuttered cry of his name as your hand shoots back to dig into his skin, scraping at his thighs as he brutally fucks himself deep inside of you :(
His free hand snaking around your front, rubbing quick circles on your slippery clit. Feeling your entire body convulse, hips jerking away from him as if you could run. The feeling of you trying to escape from him only makes him press into you harder uttering lowly about how he knows you can and will take it :(
All out of breath and exhausted, but his hips won't stop making your skin shake with ever brutal connection. The fat of your ass cushioning his hips is almost addicting, just as addictive as the way your cunt molds around him, the way your throat is raw from crying his name. It pleases him, just as much as your dazed expression does when you look back at him, all sleepy and satisfied :(
This was supposed to be a Rafayel drabble but then I saw the new carrot jelly cat and immediately thought of Zaynie... Raf is next I just can't promise it'll happen before I fall asleep tonight. Also not proof read please forgive me for any little errors that may be in here because I simply will not process them until I re-read this in like an hour LMAO - Soul
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honeymoon jacuzzi sex with zayne
the bubbles reach just above your chest, rising and popping against your collarbones as you slide closer to him. the outdoor jacuzzi hums quietly beneath you, tucked against the edge of the honeymoon suite’s private terrace, and the sky above is dark and soft and full of stars—but you don’t look at them.
you’re looking at him. his hair is damp, pushed back out of his face, the steam curling around his jaw and clinging to his lashes. his hand is resting on your thigh beneath the water, loose at first, then firmer when you sit across his lap.
“come here,” he murmurs, but you’re already moving. you’re already there.
your knees frame his hips, body sinking against his chest, water sloshing between you as his hands slide lower. his fingertips graze the backs of your thighs, then hold you under, just enough pressure to pull you closer, make you feel the way his cock’s already resting thick between your legs. you’re not even moving yet, not really, just letting your slick center rub against the base of him as the heat builds slowly under your skin and in your chest and behind your teeth.
his voice is low. breathy. like he’s trying to stay calm.
“you feel so good,” he says, not even inside you yet, not even close. “i missed you.”
you blink at him. “zayne, we’ve been together all day—”
“i still missed you.”
he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. like being next to you isn’t close enough. like he needs to feel you wrapped around him, tight and warm and moaning his name with your fingers digging into his shoulders to believe this is real. that you’re his. that this is the rest of your life.
his hands roam higher. one slips up your back, wet and slow, under the strap of your swimsuit top until he’s sliding it off your shoulder. the other drags up your thigh, settling at your waist, thumb tracing small circles into your skin as his cock presses up between your folds through your bottoms and makes you both twitch.
zayne calling ME HIS WIFE YES THANK YOU LORD
caleb when his pretty girl just can't resist touching herself...
✶⋆.˚content: m!oral receiving, throat fucking, praise, masturbation, light condescending words from our colonel
✶⋆.˚i’ve been really, really into caleb lately (shhh), @amazonabxtch, this one is for you.
Caleb has you on your knees, skin burning against the rug beside the bed. He looms over you—one hand fisted tight in your hair, the other braced against the wall as his hips piston forward in a steady, relentless rhythm. Each deep thrust has the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
His breath comes ragged, words purring out low and throaty. “Fuuuckk… that’s it… take it. All of it, Pips.”
So you do. You relax your jaw, letting him slide deeper, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue.
Caleb’s grip tightens in approval, guiding your head, setting the pace he’s had control of from the beginning. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision until all you can make out is the hem of his boxers still caught in his jeans, barely shoved down.
As he looks down, his eyes dark and burning hazy with lust, a choked gag rattles in your chest that you swallow down.
“Look at you,” he groans, watching himself disappear between your lips. “My pretty girl, choking on my cock.”
His thrusts suddenly speed up. You grab his thighs for balance, pressing your own together in hope to mount the ache building there. It’s filthy how wet this makes you, how Caleb using you like this soaks your panties.
His lips twitch in amusement, as if reading your thoughts. “Yeah? That turn you on?”
He doesn’t wait for the answer you can’t give, smugly tugging your hair. All you can offer is a broken, garbled sound that hums around his cock stuffed in your mouth. The vibration makes him grunt, hand leaving the wall to settle on your shoulder, pinning you in place as he fucks your throat.
Tears stream freely, tracking down your cheeks as you glance up at him, eyes glassy and pleading.
“God,” Caleb breathes, awe slipping into his voice. “You’re so beautiful.” His thumb swipes away a tear, his thrusts slowing just enough to let you gasp for air. “So fucking beautiful. And all mine.”
A whimper slips out around him. Your head is so fogged with need, you barely register your hand slipping beneath your panties, fingers rubbing tight, desperate circles over your clit as you simultaneously take him deep again.
The dual stimulation hits all at once, running shudders through your body.
Caleb’s eyes widen, hunger and something like admiration flashing across his features. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “You want to come that bad, huh?”
Your sweet sounds are helpless, muffled and vibrating enough to make his knees dip. His thrusts turn shallow and erratic as his gaze locks on your hand moving beneath your pretty panties. Your hips rock into your own touch, eyes fluttering shut as saliva spills from the corner of your mouth.
“Yeah… touch yourself, baby,” he taunts, just before he tilts his chin up toward the ceiling. “Holy fuck— you’re so close already, aren’t you?” A dark chuckle slips out as he returns his gaze back to you. “Suuuch a good girl… gonna come just from sucking my dick.”
The pressure in your stomach coils too tight to bear. His words mix tigehter with the frantic sensation blooming beneath your fingers, and it’s enough makes your mouth fall slack—your orgasm crashing through you faster than you’re ready for. The broken moan you make leaves space in your mouth for him to push deeper, your throat constricting around him as your body clenches, pussy fluttering and leaving your panties sticky.
Caleb breaks with a string of choked gasps and profanities, forcing your head down as far as it’ll go. Your nose brushes his pelvis while his cock pulses, shooting bitter spurts against the back of your throat.
He holds you there for a moment before pulling you free. You swallow his load on instinct, coughing as you suck in air, a thin string of saliva stretching obscenely from your lips to his reddened tip.
His touch turns gentle as he wipes the mess from the corner of your mouth. “Open.”
You whine, but obey, parting your lips just enough to take his thumb and suck it clean.
Caleb taps your cheek once, satisfied. “Good girl,” he says quietly. “Now on the bed.”
2026 © thewrldx
Sylus getting hit with an aphrodisiac and fucking himself to tears. Like overstimulating himself until he's sobbing into your neck, buried in your cunt, gasping for air but his hips won't stop thrusting :(
Your neck is wet from his euphoric daze, his choked little sobs making you clamp down around him which only results in him whimpering as the pleasure nearly blinds him :(
His cute little noises as his cock rams between your gummy walls, moans and whines and whimpers at a pitch you didn't think he was possible of making. Your name a pretty little prayer on his bitten lips because fuck his hips won't stop meeting yours :(
His groin and thighs being all slick and wet, a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your abused cunt. All warm and full of his constant releases, the aphrodisiac making his body work overtime :(
You're just under him, crushed by his weight and mind melting into pleasure as he hits those sweet spots over and over again. You hadn't even been affected by the aphrodisiac itself but his ferocity had you nearly drooling, jaw forever slack as he fucks into you.
He's so hot, sweat slicking his skin, his scent enveloping you. Your fingers tremble as you cling to him, nails raking dully at his shoulder blades. He's too heavy for you to thrust your hips up to meet him, getting pounded right into the mattress by both his weight and force.
This would heal me in several ways tbh </3 Sylus how dare you not be real.
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✶⋆.˚content: !gymrat caleb, !dom caleb, caleb is a tease, flustered reader, caleb and his damn panty kink, gym sex, mirror sex, being choked out by his bicep, biting/marking, praise, pet name pips!⋆.˚✶
✶⋆.˚wc: 2.7k ⋆.˚✶
✶⋆.˚merry christmas heres my present to u xx ⋆.˚✶
Sweat beaded and rolled down Caleb’s neck as he curled the weight in his hand up, bicep flexing hard against the damp cling of his tank. The home gym was quiet except for the soft hum of the overhead light and the low grunt that escapes him as he repeated the motion.
Again.
And again.
You leaned against the doorframe, telling yourself you were just waiting. Waiting for him to finish. Waiting for… something. You weren’t openly admiring the way his chest rose and fell with each controlled breath. Or how his hair had darkened at the temples. Or how he rolled his shoulders between sets, muscles shifting beneath sweat-slick skin.
You told yourself you weren’t staring.
You were absolutely staring.
He hadn’t noticed you yet—or maybe he had and was choosing not to acknowledge. He switched the dumbbell to his left hand, grip tightening as he started another set. Watching him felt vaguely illicit, like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Or maybe it was just illegal for him to look this good working out.
Caleb exhaled sharply on the lift, jaw tightening, bicep bulging before he lowered the weight slowly. Each rep was starting to feel unreasonably personal.
Then his eyes caught yours in the mirror.
Heat rushed straight to your face. You dropped your gaze immediately, pulse skittering as you pretended to suddenly be very interested in the hem of your shorts, worrying the soft fabric between your fingers.
A quiet, imperceptible chuckle left him, and you saw the movement of him continuing his motions. When you dared to look again, he was leaning forward on the bench, forearms braced against his thighs, watching you openly now. Smirking.
“Y’know,” he said casually, as if he weren’t completely wrecking your sanity, “you’re really quiet.”
You shifted your weight, shoulders drawing in. “I’m always quiet.”
That earned you another soft laugh, this one more amused. The apples of your cheeks darkened. He absolutely knew what he was thinking, and worse, he knew you knew.
Caleb picked the weight back up, inhaling sharply as he curled it again, eyes closing briefly as he pushed through the effort. After a few more reps, he set it down with a muted clink and finally turned fully towards you.
“Mm,” he murmured. “Quiet. But I’m willing to bet that brain of yours is running a mile a minute.”
You crossed your arms, defensive and flustered. “I’m just standing here.”
“Yeah,” Caleb grinned, voice dipping lower and warmer. “Standing there. Staring.”
Your mouth opened, closed, then let out a scoff of defense instead of admission. His grin only widened as he stood, suddenly tall and towering over you, even from a distance.
“Relax,” he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I don’t mind.” Then, softer—smugger— “Like what you see?”
You rolled your eyes and turned away, the dismissal weak enough that it barely counted. He knew it. He always knew it.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Too late.” He grabbed his towel, slinging it around his neck as he stepped close. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell sweat and soap and him. It all curled low and traitorous in your stomach.
You stared down at a crack in the floor like it held the secrets of the universe.
But one look wouldn’t hurt, right?
Big mistake.
Your eyes met his arm flexing as he adjusted the towel, muscle shifting under skin, and your breath hitched before you could stop it.
Caleb’s smile slowed, eyes darkening just a fraction.
“Wow,” he muttered. “Did I do that?”
You snapped your gaze up, glaring. “I—you—ugh!”
He leaned in, the space between you shrinking. Not touching. Almost touching. His gaze traced down your body, lingered at your mouth, then lifted to meet your eyes again. Then just to be infuriating, he stepped back.
“C’mon, Pips.” His tone had shifted, still playful but threaded with something steadier. Less… inviting. “Since you’re here, you can spot me.”
You blink, stunned. And surprisingly annoyed. “Spot you? You’re still going to work out?”
He laughed, easy and unapologetic. “Well, duh. I’ve got a routine. Gotta finish it.”
He brushes past you, purposefully letting his shoulder graze yours. A spark of electricity shoots between the contact as he heads back to the bench. He lowers it flat with a solid thunk, then moves to the rack, loading plates onto the bar with practiced ease. Metal kissing metal mixes with the beat of your heart.
He glances over his shoulder at you. “How much do you weigh again?”
That earns a brow arch. “Why?”
“Curious.” The quirk of his mouth, already halfway to trouble, softens as soon as it appeared.
You tell him even though you know better.
Caleb hums low in his throat as he adjusts the plates, balancing the bar perfectly before stepping back to admire his work.
“Huh,” he says. “Good to know.”
A warm, tingling sensation greets the space between your thighs.
He looks at you again, head tilted and eyes bright with mischief. “You gonna help,” he adds lightly, “or just keep pretending you’re invisible?”
“I am helping,” you mutter. “Moral support.”
Caleb snorts, gripping the bar. “That so?” His gaze drags over you and lingers a beat too long, “Cause it almost feels like you’re trying to distract me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
His posture straightens as he lifts the bar into his possession. “You’d be surprised how much your nothing affects me.”
A quick, devastating wink is shot your way before he lowers himself on the bench. He spreads his knees, plants his feet, and looks at you expectantly. The position does something unholy to your brain.
“Spot me,” he repeats, softer now.
Your pulse stutters as you step close, expecting him to lie back and fall into the familiar motion of a bench press. Instead, Caleb slides down onto the floor.
He plants his back against the bench, barbell rolling easily across his hips as he adjusts and positions himself in such a casual way its maddening. Your eyes widen.
This sly little—
His hips thrust upward, controlled and powerful, breath leaving him slow as the weight—your weight—rises. The vein in his neck bulges as he lowers himself, then repeats it.
Your face burns as thoughts scatter, treacherous and vivid, your mind filling in memories you did not ask for. The way he effortlessly rams his cock inside you when you crawl on top.
Caleb exhales sharply as he perseveres through a rep, his jaw working. “Don’t just… hover,” he breathes, breaking the daydream. “Spotting’s hands-on.”
With a dry throat, you force your feet to comply, stepping into position in front of him, and his eyes snap up to meet yours the moment you are close enough.
That lopsided smile returns. “There you are.”
“I— I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“It’s easy, Pips,” he pants, lifting again. “You just… take over when I can’t take anymore.”
You deadpan. “I can’t lift that, genius.”
Caleb’s laugh is low. “That’s right. Don’t worry, you know I can take quite a bit before I get tired.” Another thrust, slower this time. Intentional as his words.
You bottom lip tugs between your teeth unconsciously, gazed fixed on him as he finishes the set with one final controlled motion. He rolls the bar forward, stands, and holds it steady before easing it back onto the rack.
“Hand me that towel again, will you?”
The towel in question lies discarded on the floor, and an idea sparks. Suddenly you realize you don’t have to be losing this game. Two can play, especially if he’s so intent on winning.
You bend, slowly, letting the curve of your ass peak from the beneath of your shorts. You take your time standing, slower still when you extend your hand.
“Here.”
Caleb’s pupils blow wide, swallowing the violet color until they’re nearly black. He snatches the towel so fast you barely have time to react before he uses it to yank you forward.
“Done being innocent?” he asks.
You collide with his solid chest, the rapid, frantic flutter of his heart thudding against your own. Heat bleeds though his skin. Your lashes flutter, your expression carefully sculpted into feigned confusion.
“What do you mean?”
He groans, the sound frustrated as he tips his head back for a half a second. “You’ve been begging for me to fuck you since I caught you staring, and now you wanna tease?
Your mouth quirks. “You’ve been teasing me the whole time.”
That does it.
It never takes much to push Caleb over the edge—especially not when you know exactly how to press—but while he can unravel you all day long, he breaks in a single breath. His hands seize your hips, fingers biting in as his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is nothing sweet. Its all hunger and impatience, his tongue shoved past your lips as he claims your mouth like he’s been denied it. You barely have time to melt into before he’s pulling away and spinning you around.
The world blurs for a fragile second as he bends you over the bench in one smooth, practiced motion. Your breath stutters at the way his body crowds in behind you, the solid heat of him a promise pressed into your spine.
Then his hands are on you.
Large palms slide up your thighs before firmly cupping both cheeks of your ass, kneading the flesh with slow, confident motions that leave you in a puddle.
“I wanna watch you now,” he says, voice dark with intent.
One hand leaves you just long enough to tilt your chin up, forcing your gaze to the mirror in front of you which catches everything. Your flushed face. His broad frame looming behind you. The way you’re already trembling for him to touch you.
“Like you watched me earlier,” he says. “Wanna see your reflection when you break a sweat.”
Before you can respond, his hands are moving again, tugging your shorts down over your hips, dragging them along your legs before tossing them carelessly across the room.
You duck your head instinctively as cool air brushes the damp patch clearly visible on your panties. Exposed. To him.
“Fuuck…” his voice is hoarse, wrecked. “You ruin these just f’me?”
A soft, helpless whimper escapes you. Its half embarrassment, half need as the ache spreads sharp and demanding through your body. Your thighs press together in a useless attempt to ease it.
“Tsk.”
Caleb’s hands immediately grab your legs, spreading them apart with no effort. “Not-uh,” he chides. “Let me see what I do to you.”
You obey, because of course you do, and his approval hums through him. As a reward, two fingers press firmly against your clothed cunt, dragging slowly up and down, the soaked fabric rubbing just enough against your sensitive clit to make your head spin.
“Pretty girl,” he groans. “Did staring at me working out get you this wet?”
The sound you make is pathetic and breathless, but it’s not an answer.
His free hand hooks under your chin again, lifting your face so you’re forced to meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Answer.”
“Y-Yes,” you mewl.
“See?” His fingers press harder, rubbing your heat over that cruel barrier just to drive you insane. “It’s not hard to be a good girl, is it?”
You shake your head, eyes flicking helplessly to the expression behind you, then to the unmistakable outline of his cock straining against his shorts.
“Do you know why I get so strong, Pips?”
“W-Why…?”
He leans close, lips brushing the shell of your ear before his teeth sink gently into the lobe. “So I can do this.”
His hand abandons its slow torture to grab your hips, hauling you back against him with effortless strength. You yelp as your chest is pushed down against the padded bench, your back arching perfectly for him.
“Mmm,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “For this. So I can put you however I like.”
In the mirror, you squirm as he shoves his shorts and boxers down, freeing his length. His cock slaps against his stomach, a bead of precome aching to be smeared somewhere sinful.
But he doesn’t fuck you.
Oh, not yet.
Instead, he lifts the fabric of your panties just enough, slaps his cock against your ass once—twice—before snapping the fabric back into place, trapping it there. A broken groan tears from his throat as he begins to thrust experimentally.
You suck in a sharp breath, the warmth and weight of him dragging against you, so close to where you want, is maddening. His movements grow surer, harder, as he pulls your panties taut, deliberately outlining his cock while he rubs it along your ass.
The slick smear of precome darkens the fabric further, running it exactly the way he wants.
“God—fuck—” he chokes out. “I’m going to fuck you in this pretty pair. And you’re gonna let me keep ‘em afterwards, aren’t you?”
You press back against him, dripping into the cloth, thighs shaking as your body gives him exactly what he wants.
“Y-Yeah—!” Your voice breaks into breathless submission. “Yes, Caleb… all yours after you fuck me—mmmgh—fuck me.”
A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Say please, Pips. Good girls ask nicely.”
“Please,” you beg, voice raw with no shame. “Please, Caleb fuck me… I need you to—haah!”
Before you can finish, a sharp thrust steals the words from your mouth. His cock plunges into your hole, filling you full with no resistance. A guttural moan rips from Caleb’s throat, thumb dragging your soaked panties aside as he pulls back—agonizing slow—before slamming back in with all the force his thick, hard length has to offer.
You arch instantly, lips parting in pornographic moans. His pace is feral and restless as he fucks you into the bench, and you take every deep, pounding stroke like a prize; moaning and crying out, clutching the plush fabric as though it might anchor you in the intensity.
“Yeah, that’s right…” his words boarder on a growl. “Soak me… soak these panties for me, baby girl.”
The slick squelch of your juices fills the air, warm and sticky against your thighs, coating the fabric in your surrender.
“Y’know, I love when you look at me like that, Pip?” hips jerking hard against yours, tip kissing your cervix. “So hungry for me.” Thrust. “So desperate for me to stretch this perfect little cunt.”
You cry out, nodding feverishly as words jumble together into pure need. “Yes—uh—Caleb--! Mmm, C-Cal—oh fuck—!”
A strong arm wraps around your middle, the other winding around your throat with causal ferocity, bicep pressing against your jaw. His muscles gleam with sweat as he pulls back, applying just enough pressure to make your head deliciously spin, vision blurring slightly at the reflections in the mirror.
Instinctively, your teeth clamp down on the slick skin, giving a bite that muffles your wails of pleasure. You leave behind a sharp, imprint that leaves Caleb hissing, a mix of surprise and raw pleasure, before he’s yanking you back and slamming forward again.
Each thrust drives you higher, a familiar euphoric sensation bubbling low and twisting tight in your core. You tremble as he punishes your cunt with long, precise thrusts, every inch shaping you. Your walls clamp around him as you hold onto the overwhelming feeling.
“Oh my god—oh fuck—can I come? Please… please let me come…”
Caleb groans, continuing to push you to the edge. “That’s it… god, you are so good f’me. Yes, you can come.”
With that permission, a hot, shuddering wave washes over, leaving your body shaking, thighs clamping reflexively. You slump forward with a cry of his name, rocking forward as he drives into you harder, prolonging the intensity of your orgasm. The sudden friction of your convulsing cunt around his cock is just enough to push him over the edge.
With a deep, ragged groan, he comes. His load is warm and sticky inside you, cock throbbing with each spurt. He holds you tightly against him, thrusting through every shiver until tears slip from the corners of your eyes and his cock is twitching from overstimulation.
He lets you recover for only a moment, slipping free with a wet, lewd sound. A lingering kiss is pressed to your temple. Then he moves again. His fingers find your swollen cunt, bunching the evidence of your shared pleasure into the sodden panties before yanking them off your body.
“You did so good, Pips”
2025 © thewrldx
do you think we can get some 69 with zayne pretty please!
hello!! <3 um... yes absoutely!! zayne is such a sucker for 69 because he's pleasuring you (duh) and he's getting head which i think is his biggest weakness. it starts... slow. both of you just want each other. long hours have been catching up to you both, and bringing a little relief for one another is the right thing to do for your partner. and ridiculously hot. zayne's lips are insistent on yours, kissing you deeply, biting your bottom lip slightly. a quiet tension hangs in the air. he parts your lips only to brush against them when he murmurs, "want you on my face, darling." you pant, capturing his mouth, hard, before teasing. "no... i want to take care of you tonight, zaynie." oh, its on. a playful tug-of-war ensues across the bed, both of you in only your underwear—him in boxers, you in panties—his cock straining hard against the soft fabric. hands wander, teasing, rolling over one another in pure laughter and need. somewhere between sloppy kisses and greedy fingers, zayne hauls you down over his face while laying flat on the bed. he's got the perfect view of your pussy dripping into your panties—and you are in luck too! getting the perfect view of his cock twitching in his boxers, begging for attention. zayne hums in approval, kneading your ass before peeling your panties aside and pressing a gentle, teasing kiss to your sensitive core. of course, you take your chance too. with a sweet moan, your hands push down his boxers. when his cock springs free, your mouth follows immediately, lips and tongue teasing the reddened tip, swirling over the bead of precum. zayne's hips buck involuntarily, because he's so weak for this. so, so weak. your pussy pressing into his face, muffling his groans while your warm mouth sucks him deeper is his equivalent to heaven. his tongue licks a long flat stripe from your hole to your clit, before circling the swollen bud, groaning softly. you both find a pace. zayne, usually quieter in bed, is moaning. his licking and sucking of your juices only falters when you take him deep. your gagged, choked moan around his cock forces him to only see his pleasure for a moment. he does not last long, he never does when you give him head. before long, he's panting into your heat, thrusting into your mouth as he spills down your throat. but his hands grip your hips, almost painfully, as he pulls you closer. his tongue stays restless as he works you toward your own edge. you swallow him down, the next breath a gasp of his name, nails digging into his thighs as you reward him a second time by finishing all over his face. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
✶⋆.˚content: !brat tamer zayne, edging, fingering, desk sex | !playful sylus, teasing, riding, praise | !desperate caleb, !best friend caleb, begging, nipple play | light denial, light paint play?, fingering, desk sex, praise | !jealous xavier, !protective xavier, slightly mean?, semi public | unprotected sex all around | mdni! ⋆.˚✶
✶⋆.˚pairings: zayne, sylus, caleb rafayel, xavier {separate} x reader⋆.˚✶
✶⋆.˚wc: 1.2k | 1.5k | 1.1k | 1.1k | 1.3k⋆.˚✶
Muscle Memory
CrowApple x Reader (Sylus x Caleb x Reader)
Warning, this post contains: Explicit smut, male x male x female threesome. Handjobs, blow jobs, p in v sex, sloppy make-outs, biting, scratching, really lewd dirty talk, blindfolds, restraints, semi-rough sex. Feral Sylus, also feral Caleb. Both men are switches when it comes to you and each other. It's my first time trying to write their dynamic and I’ve never read CrowApple before eep !
WC: 5k - very quickly edited I apologize for any errors I may have gone blind too while reading this like 4 times.
holy phenomenal
⋆˙⟡ MAKE HER JUNO! ♡ ࿐
about ♱ the lads men when they have baby fever!
starring ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb [ separate ]
content warning ♱ heavy breeding + creampies, fem!reader overstimulation, slight manipulation in caleb’s, cervix fucking, xavier fucking reader while she’s in a dryer, lots of ‘i love you’, pregnancy mention, lots of pet names — MINORS DNI 18+
kit says ♱ OKAY HAPPY LAST HEADCANON OF 2025. i wrote this for another fandom (jjk) and decided to rework it to fit the lads character, so forgive me if it’s a bit ooc. okay that’s all!! ty for reading and happy new year!! (not proofread sorry!) feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated ⭑.ᐟ
ᯓ 秦彻 ⟢ SYLUS ˖᯽ ݁˖
you were an angel. someone sent from above to lighten up his life and sylus is eternally grateful. he cared for you deeply, adored the way you treated the twins like they were your own. fell hopelessly, madly in love with you.
so it would make him the bad guy if he wanted to ruin his pretty little angel, wouldn’t it? it would be really fucked up to think about fucking you full of his cum, no? it would be wrong if he dreamt about seeing you swollen and round, seeing you glow like the sun—pregnant with his baby… right?
it doesn’t help that you take such good care of luke and keiran. watching the three of you laugh together, sharing secrets he can’t quite follow, only reminds him—you’d make a damn good mother.
but sylus couldn’t say that to you. he couldn’t scare you like that, yet he still finds himself tracking your cycles, the little flo app in his phone reminding him that ovulation begins today.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME
HERES MY ULTRASOUND BECAUSE YES I AM CARRYING ZAYNE’S CHILD