bro is actually a freak. but he has a biiiggg marking kink. he doesn't like it when other men get close to you. so when he does fuck you, he's grabbing onto your hips, pounding himself into you. leaning down, biting your nipples. leaving hickeys at the top of your bra line, just so they would peak out a little. intentionally leave one on your neck to ward off anyone who attempts to do anything. along with the marking, he loves cumshots, covering you in his cum, along with all the dirty little marks he left on your body gets him hard enough to want to go again.
rafayel
squirting. it's like the ultimate compliment. he takes pride in how much he can please you. whether it be his fingers, one (or both ;3 ) of his cocks, everytime he touches your womb its like a button that sends an electric shock through your entire body. he'd be on top, one hand holding you steady, the other pressing on your stomach. "i c-can't raf-" the pressure already to much, him being so deep didn't help either. " don't push me away let it go cutie." he'd push himself further, put more pressure on your stomach. until you start squirting. first he'd still be fucking you. "that's it cutie, give it to me." then he'd finish you off with his fingers overstimulating your clit. flinging your juices everywhere.
zayne
he likes to be dominated. zayne loves it when you slap him. you'd never slap him hard enough to where it would be a problem at work. but just enough where it would leave his face red. you'd be on top, riding him controlling the pace. his thick cock filling you out completely. placing his hands on your hips, you knew he was going to change the tempo. *SLAP* he'd let out a groan. those green eyes looking up at you, " do it again please." *SLAP* his face would go to the side, grinding on him.
sylus
choking for sure. he likes it anyway he's fucking you. from the front pounding into you, reaching up to grab your throat. that look on your face, eyes getting wider biting your lip. from the back, ass slapping against his stomach, snatching your throat pulling you back into him. whispering in your ear how good you take it. and his favorite part, where you tap out. giving him that signal where you can't go on anymore. making sure to slam into you harder when you try to catch your breath.
caleb
dude has waited basically your whole lives to be together. he loveesssss to breed you. the way he'd be filling you up any chance he got. whether it be a quickie or taking his time, he never pulls out. caleb is very vocal during sex too. you'd be whimpering, eyes rolling back in your head. "i-im gonna c-cum." already shaking, clenching around his cock. "me too baby, let's come together." he loves the way you look when you cum. arching your back off the bed. closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside of you.
I have fever and something that really comforts me is that its been raining since i had the fever. And you ask whats special? Bcs in caleb’s 3rd myth its mentioned it rains bcs he is yearning alr imma pack it up
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs, avg fluff, implied marriage!
[౨ৎ] synopsis: random domestic things the lads!men do
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: Don't know what I'm gonna post after this lol, we might do a freaked out multi poll but summer themed or sum idk
౨ৎ ⟶ lads masterlist
SYLUS
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ puts his hand over sharp table corners when you walk past them; He does it so naturally you almost miss it. Whenever you walk past sharp table corners or low hanging edges, his hand is already there before you even register it. His warm palm pressed against the edge, cushioning it so you don’t bump into it. Most of the time, you don’t even realize it’s happened until you feel it—Sylus's hand brushing lightly against the side of your head instead of wood.
And when you finally do notice, it’s always the same.
You pause, turning your head slightly to look at him, caught between confusion and that soft, familiar flutter in your chest.
Sylus doesn’t look at you right away. Only after a moment does his gaze flick toward you, calm and gentle, but softer when it meets your eyes. "Careful there, sweetie," he says, a teasing lilt threading through his voice.
"Wouldn't want an injured kitten on our hands, would we?"
ZAYNE
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ knows exactly when your social battery is dying and gets you out of conversations; He notices when your smile starts to thin just a little too quickly in conversations, when your answers get shorter, when your eyes start drifting instead of really landing anywhere. He never interrupts you while it’s happening. He just waits until the exact second it becomes too much for you to keep pretending.
“Excuse me,” Zayne says smoothly when he finally steps in, appearing beside you as if he’s always been there. One hand settles lightly at your back, subtle enough that no one questions it, but firm enough that your shoulders immediately relax. Your coworker is still talking about some article she read, but Zayne’s presence quickly disrupts the rhythm of the conversation.
Zayne doesn't necessarily make it sudden or awkward, just gently redirects it, polite words and his calm authority wrapping around the conversation until it naturally dissolves.
And it's moments like that that make you so so grateful to be married to someone like zayne.
You barely even realized how much you’d been holding in until it’s suddenly gone, like someone finally loosened a tight knot in your chest. By the time you reach his car, the evening air feels colder than you expected. Zayne opens the passenger door for you without a word, like he already knows you’re running on empty.
You slide into the warm interior of his car, sinking back into the seat with a soft exhale, lashes fluttering shut for just a second longer than intended. “Thank you for that, zaynie,” you murmur tiredly as he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.
Zayne glances at you, the faintest curve forming at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softening as his green eyes flicker over your tired expression, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “Of course, my love."
CALEB
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ automatically reaches for you when he's excited about something; Caleb has never been good at hiding his enthusiasm—though he's never had any desire to hide it from you. The second he's telling you a story, showing you something cool, or rambling about whatever has caught his attention that day, he's automatically reaching for you without even realizing it.
"Okay, okay, but listen, pips—"
One arm slips around your waist as he talks, pulling you against his side while he launches into whatever ridiculous thing he's currently invested in.
"The wing shape is designed like that for a reason. And if you look here—"
Caleb's excitement only makes him more affectionate. A hand on your shoulder. An arm around your waist. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he physically needs you involved in the conversation. Half the time, he isn't even aware he's doing it.
Too busy sharing something he loves with his favorite person.
And somehow, by the end of it, you've learned absolutely nothing about airplanes, but you've learned quite a bit about how cute your husband looks when he's excited.
XAVIER.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ steals your blankets subconsciously but gives them back immediately when you whine; Xavier has this unconscious habit of stealing your blankets like it’s instinct. It starts innocently enough: movie nights, late evenings, him sitting just a little too close until somehow the entire blanket ends up draped over him instead of you.
You don’t even notice at first.
Until you’re suddenly freezing.
“Xavierrrr” you mumble, tugging at the edge of the blanket.
He stirs slowly, blinking up at you like he’s just been pulled out of a dream. There’s a long pause where he processes absolutely nothing, then—
“…hm?”
“you're hogging the blanket, xavi.”
Silence.
"...Sorry, star."
Then, without argument or complaint, he shifts immediately. Still half-asleep and grumbling under his breath, he lifts the blanket off himself and drapes it back over you, carefully tucking it around your shoulders until you're warm again.
The moment he's satisfied, he settles right back down. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy sigh. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, warm and familiar.
Within minutes, his breathing evens out again.
And by morning?
The blanket will somehow be wrapped around him once more.
RAFAYEL
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ always checks your reflection before his own; Every time you pass a mirror together or find yourselves standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror: Rafayel's eyes find you first.
It doesn't matter if you're dressed up for one of his gallery openings or standing in one of his oversized shirts with your hair half done. His gaze always drifts toward your face before anywhere else.
Most nights, he'll wander into the bathroom while you're doing your skincare, drawn in by your presence more than anything else. You catch his reflection in the mirror as he walks up behind you, arms slipping around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. The embrace is loose and familiar, his attention seemingly fixed on your reflection rather than his own.
"Don't stare at me," you mumble, patting moisturizer into your skin. "I look dehydrated right now."
Then his arms only tighten around your waist. "Then you'll be my dehydrated, beautiful muse." He says sweetly, despite the teasing lit in his voice, which makes you roll your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
"I wonder if I'll still be your muse once I start shedding like a lizard."
Rafayel hums thoughtfully, resting his chin more firmly on your shoulder as he studies your reflection.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Mm. Then I'd simply paint the most beautiful lizard in existence."
"...you're ridiculous."
Rafayel only smiles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
"Anything for my muse."
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Maaaaan I’m so disappointed rn. As a f2p player i had saved 40 pulls + 10 free + 10 in game pulls. All that and i still didnt get caleb’s new bday card :( guess I’ll just have to enjoy his bday from the sidelines :,)
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