✉️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ zayne gives you neck kisses in his office
zayne is so meticulous it drives you insane. especially when you find yourself here, a quick visit to his office ending with your back pinned against the edge of his desk. he looms over you, and his lips travel the expanse of your neck. his breath brushes against your skin as he inhales.
despite the setting, zayne teases you until you're begging him to give you something more, your voice airy and breathless.
"zayne, please."
and then he dives in, lips making contact with your neck. his tongue traces gentle circles on the skin, and he sucks on it. the light pressure sends tingles down your spine. his saliva coats the column of your neck.
zayne is just as skilled with his mouth as he is with his hands. as he kisses your neck, he pulls you flush against him. an act as tender as it is sinister because he shifts his leg to be between yours and presses it firmly against your core. you're practically pinned to the desk, so you couldn't escape if you wanted to.
it feels like zayne is using every trick in the book, with his teeth nipping slightly at the sweet spot under your pulse and his thigh firm against your body. zayne knows all the little things that make you crazy for him, but it's not enough.
"mark my neck," you breathe out. his tongue swipes over the skin he bit, "bite harder."
zayne pulls away, just for a second. his sharp eyes find yours before diving back in.
"no."
and you whine, "why not?"
you need him. need to feel his teeth sink into your flesh. need him to suck so you can feel the blood vessels collapsing between his lips. need him to drop the fucking constraint because you're already being devoured at his desk, so what's a couple of hickeys?
zayne keeps his lips flush against your neck, "it's unprofessional." his breath makes you shiver.
you ignore the fact the both of you are in his office, hidden only by a door you know is unlocked, "don't you want everyone to know i'm yours?"
zayne pulls back again, and you think surely he'll give in. instead, he squeezes your cheeks together, grabbing your face with one hand and forces you to look at him, "i already know you're mine."
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SLUT SERIES CONTINUES...Valko & Sylus. Enjoy, mwah! (This one may need a Pt. 2…🤭) (Lebbie tomorrow!)
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Tiptoeing over to Zayne sitting at the spare desk in the living room, “Zayne?”
Without taking his eyes off his laptop, “Yes, dear?”
You hum, contemplating whether or not it is worth bothering him at this specific moment, “…Are you almost done?”
“Yes, sweetheart, almost.” After he speaks, he gives you a quick once over. While brief, his gaze is earnest—sweet, even.
Antsy, you stand in place, a small bounce in your step, “Mm—hm—”
You watch his shoulders relax, a content sigh slipping past his lips, “Come here.” Scooting the wooden chair out only just enough, he pulls you in—knowing exactly what you want.
Once you’re settled into his lap in a straddle—or rather, more of a bear hug contained on a chair, “Mmm—thank you...” You’re quick to wiggle in, getting as close to his hips as you can, your legs dangling off and past him as well as the chair. You allow your arms to fold up, pressing your forearms into his chest while you nuzzle his neck with your face.
“Of course, sweetheart.” With his chin hovering just above your shoulder, he continues to type, but you physically feel a relaxation in his muscles the longer you sit and stay there. After a moment, the keys stop clacking, and one of his hands smooths over your back, his voice soft and directly by your ear, “…I missed you today.”
Smiling into his neck, you wiggle even closer—if possible, “Mm—I missed you…” After you say so, he provides a quick kiss to the side of your head before his hand leaves your back and the sound of typing resumes. Impatiently, but not desiring to push beyond his patience, you give the side of his neck a gentle kiss. You don’t want to get kicked out of your favorite seat, after all.
Although...losing yourself to the sheer scent of him, you kiss his neck again…and again…then a fourth time, sighing into his skin. Without realizing it, you’re already grinding your hips down into his lap.
Straightening his posture, he clears his throat, “Hey, now. ...I said I’m almost finished. Sit still.”
Simply hearing the command makes you melt, a small whine escaping your lips and breaking against his skin, “Ngh—but—”
His voice becomes even more commanding, but not in a way that makes you want to listen—just the opposite, actually, “I said, sit still.”
“Zayne…” Testing his patience, you press a more open mouth kiss against his skin.
His voice develops a warning edge, “Sweetheart…”
You bounce softly in his lap, nuzzling again, pressing your nose into his skin instead. This is only for a moment though, “Hurry up—” you press your lips back onto his skin, sucking softly, “mmph…”
The sound of typing stops again while he refrains from groaning, “What’s got you so needy, hm?”
You pull your face away from his neck, sitting up with your back straight to look at him while resting your hands on his shoulders. You furrow your brows and play up a pout, “What’s got you questioning it, hm? Didn’t we just say we missed each other day?”
Gently, his index and middle finger grip your chin, turning your gaze expressly onto his, “Don’t get bratty with me, sweetheart.”
The grip he has on you makes your hips twitch, “Hmph…”
He cocks a brow at you, “So, tell me. What exactly are you needy for, darling?”
You pout again, squirming, “Y-you—ngh—!” Feeling his grip tighten on your chin, “Mmm—”
“That, I can also see.” He turns your head slightly side to side by the hold he has on your chin, like he’s scanning your face for any micro expressions you’re currently making, “Anything else?” Shit—he can always see right through you...
Wiggling in his lap, you knock his grasp off your chin using your forearm, “Hmm—ngh—w-would you—mmm…” You palm both of his shoulders, controlling the space you’re taking up in his lap. Suddenly, you feel nervous, when no less than twenty minutes ago, you were more than self-assured in asking. Dipping his head down slightly, his intense gaze over the brim of his glasses creates a swelling pit in your stomach—and between your legs.
He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping an octave, “Would I what, my love?”
Possessed by a random surge of confidence—arousal, you blurt it out, “Call me a slut?” The lack of expression, reaction, or even a single emotion on his face makes you twitch even harder in his lap, “Y-you—say something, you’re—”
Interrupting, both of his hands find your waist as he starts to speak, his voice warm and contemplative, “You want me to…call you a slut, hm?”
Unable to fight the urge, you nod emphatically, “Y-yes—ngh—”
His chin tilts up, his gaze shifting and rising above yours just slightly to look down at you, his eyes softening into a heavy-lidded gaze, “Why is that, huh?”
Running your hands over his shoulders to the top of his back, your fingers lightly curl and grip the material of his button-up, “Well, y-you call me a brat sometimes—it’s fun, no?”
His hands squeeze your hips, palpate almost—a delicate massage, “Mhm…it is.”
Your voice gets quieter, unsure of how exactly it is that he’s feeling in this moment, “...Slut’s not that different, is it?”
“I suppose not.” Despite agreeing, after, he shakes his head before cocking a brow, “…Depends.” Carefully and without you fully processing the action, he’s shifting your and his position in the chair, forcing you to rest on only one of his legs.
You stammer, glancing down at his hands on your hips before back at him, “Depends on w-what?” You swallow hard when he pushes up on the ball of his dress shoe, the leg of his you’re straddling increasing in pressure between your thighs.
“Depends on how…naughty you want to get, hm?” Intentionally, his firm grasp on your hips tugs you forward and back, however perhaps only half an inch in either direction—at first, that is. “When I call you a brat, it’s because you are one. You’re testing me...so I put you in your place.” While he speaks, the drag becomes more firm—more intentional.
Your grip on his shirt tightens, “S-shit—ngh—”
He shakes his head, “Shh, keep going. Feels good, hm?”
By then, he has you deliberately grinding against the base of his thigh, “Y-yes…”
As if at a moment’s notice, his eyes have gone nearly completely dark, “You like being a desperate slut, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You nearly cough, the word leaving his mouth sending a throb straight to your clit. Forcing a sense of composure, you mumble your agreement, “M-mmhm—”
However, it’s not good enough, “Answer me.”
A quiet moan breaks past your lips before you can adequately reply, “Yes, I d-do.”
His lips hardly tilt into a small smile, “Good girl.” That smile, though, quickly vanishes, “Always trying to distract me. Mm, what do I have to do?” You didn’t realize it, but he did; he no longer needed to scoot your hips forward and back—you were already doing almost all of the work yourself, deliberately grinding your eager cunt on his leg. His hands leave your hips, slow in how he trails them up to your waist, then your ribcage, “Just let you grind on me while I work?”
“Uh-h-huh—mmph—oh my god—”
Sliding up further, his hands land on the higher portion of your ribs, his thumbs directly under the swell of your breasts. Applying a gentle pressure, he speaks casually, “Maybe you could…warm my cock for me. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
The thought sends a tremble through your legs, suddenly feeling off balance and increasingly desperate, “Y-yes—h-holy shit, w-whatever you want.” You let your head tilt back, moaning out into the open.
He smirks, a small huffed laugh coming from his nose, “Whatever I want? You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
“Mmhm—yes, y-yes—nngh—!”
“So pretty… Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
At the praise, you lift your head back up, “Zayne…p-please…”
He cocks his head slightly to the side, still holding you in place, just not with your hips anymore, “Please, what?”
Your voice becomes breathy, getting needier and needier the faster you grind on his leg, “More—m-more—I w-want—”
His voice is a curt interruption, an invitation to express yourself, “What do you want, sweetheart?”
You gasp, the pressure suddenly overtly overwhelming—your hidden clit already feeling swollen, “Y-you—s’fucking bad…oh m-my god…”
His raises both of his brows, biting back a smile, “You seem to be doing pretty well as is, hm?”
You whine, “Y-yeah, but—”
At the first utterance of resistance, his voice becomes commanding yet again, “Quiet.” His hands wrap behind you, finding your back, his fingertips digging into your skin through the material of your top, “If you want me to call you a slut, you better act like one.”
The moan that pours from you is utterly pathetic, but you nod anyway, completely obedient, “Mmhm—ngh—” By this point, you feel dizzy, your throat practically swollen, a heat building and growing from between your legs and spreading to the rest of your body—inch by inch.
Before he speaks again, you watch his jaw clench, “That’s it… Look at you…so desperate for some friction, huh? Humping my leg like a needy slut. You’re going to ruin my pants, sweetheart.” He almost sounded smug as he said so—this only made the feeling in your stomach pool deeper.
You hardly shake your head, your voice transforming into a weak huff, “Ngh—s-sorry…”
Shifting in tone again, his voice suddenly becomes a warm coo, “It’s okay, darling. I know you can’t help it.”
You bite your bottom lip, nodding at him, wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but you know that if you try, he’ll only throw you over his thighs quicker, “Mm-mm—I c-can’t—ngh—!”
“However, I do have to punish you. You realize that, yes?”
You nod, your response fighting its way through another moan, “Y-yes...”
“Good girl.” When he says, “Off—” you look down to his lap, your mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock more than visibly bulging through his dress pants. When he speaks again, it doesn’t register—you just want to drop to your knees and take all of him into your mouth, “Get off.” Ripping a gasp from your throat, his hands squeeze—nearly pinch—your hips hard enough that you whimper, “I said, get off. Don’t make me count down.”
You haven’t stopped the drag of your hips, “B-but—”
His tone becomes serious, “No buts. Get. Off.” He tsks at you, but also releases a small chuckle, “You really are a slut... Brats can listen, but sluts can’t, is that right?”
You shake your head again, but can’t tear your eyes off his cock, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside you right now—anywhere, however he’d like it, “N-no—ngh—!”
His voice seems distant to you, your inability to stay focused peaking, “Well…you’re a bit of both, hm?”
When you don’t react, don’t look at him…don’t listen to him, he’s suddenly shoving you off his leg by your hips, turning you, wrapping an arm across your back to grip your waist from the side, and throwing you over his lap, “Ngh—ah!”
When you instantly start to squirm, one of his hands grips the back of your neck, hard, holding you in place while his other smooths down your back until he reaches your ass and squeezes once, “My bratty slut, hm?”
Both of your hands coil around his calf closest to you, clinging to him in desperation, “Y-yes—fuck—o-oh my god…”
“You’re already trembling…that eager to have me spank you, sweetheart?”
“P-please—please—Zay—” He gives you a light tap with his palm, “Mm!” The move was intentional…very, intentional.
He groans, the small eek you made going straight to his cock, “Cute…so, cute.”
“Zayne—ngh—p-plea—” Without warning, the whole of his hand comes down hard against your ass, a palpable sting easily felt even through your clothes, “Ah! Mmph…y-yes—!”
“Be a good slut and count for me. That was two…” The command makes you whimper loudly, which only makes the grasp he has on your neck tighten—another warning that you better do well to comply.
The next several spanks are hard, but there’s still a delicate balance, their pace and strength a mystery, only keeping you further on edge, “T-three—mm! Four… F-fuck! Ngh! F-five…” Still clothed, you can feel the obscene degree of the mess between your thighs.
Despite groaning deeply first, “God, mm, good girl…” he quickly composes himself, “Good job. Keep going.”
“Ah! Nngh—s-six—h-holy—seven!” This series of spanks was faster, a few landing in the same tender spot back to back.
“Mmhm…” Desperate himself to see the marks likely now left on your skin, even through your clothes, he’s yanking your pants and panties down just underneath your ass. He’s careful to tease your reddening skin with his fingertips before coming down again.
“P-please—please—ah! E-eight…ngh! I n-need—fuck! Nine…you—mm! T-ten…”
His voice is almost a scoff, his amusement more than clear, “Need me to do what?”
“F-fuck me—p-please—plea—I-I’ll be g-good, s’good, I swear.”
He clicks his tongue—a cruel tsk, “Oh, but you’re not good, sweetheart. You’re bad...very, bad. …You like being a slut for me, don’t you?”
The following spank is the hardest yet, an instant erotic shriek pouring out from your lungs, “Ah! M-mmhm—y-yes—s-shit…e-eleven...”
Your collective voices overlap; his is calm, cool, and collected, whereas yours is nearly a squeaky shrill, “At least—” “Ngh! T-twelve!” “You can still count.”
“Zayne!”
“Eighteen more, sweetheart. Bare minimum. ...Then, we can reassess what else I’ll give you, okay?”
This is what happens when I'm on a 1 hour bus journey from Porto to Aveiro.
"Zayne!"
You bit your lip as he fed another inch of cock into your wet pussy. Laying prone on the bed, two of his long fingers speared into your ass while the other was gripping your tits, his hips rolling slowly in, out, in, out.
"Remind me again how we ended up here, sweetheart?"
You opened your mouth to speak, a tad too late and instead let out a yelp as his right hand stopped abusing your nipples and instead landed a heavy smack on your ass.
"Again."
"But-"
A sob this time as he landed another heavy smack, hand gripping the flesh as he gripped it.
"Choose wisely, love. You either speak while I finish prepping your tight ass or I pick up that paddle on your right, spank this ass 'til it's glowing and then fuck it. Either way, I'm coming in this asshole."
You bit your lip, turning back to see his eyebrow raised at you. His chest flushed red, sweaty hair pushed back and eyes barely green with blown pupils. His clothes strewn on the floor between the front door and the bed. You could still remember the look on his face as he came home, jaw tight as you tried to escape only to be manhandled where he wanted you.
"Answer the question like a good wife, hmm?"
"I... I sent you some pictures."
You broke off on a whine as his fingers scissored inside your ass.
"And?"
"And you... you were in a finance meeting with the hospital executives" A gasp as another inch of his cock pushed in, you felt so fucking full. "And... oh fuck... I... I sent you photos of the lingerie set I got with the crotchless panties."
A long moan as he bottomed out, thick cock hitting you deep inside as he gripped your asscheeks, pulling them apart as he dribbled spit onto your winking asshole. Thumb rubbing over it as he continued to prep you before pushing in slowly.
"But Zayne, we've never-"
"I know, sweetheart. I wouldn't hurt you. But you're getting this ass fucked, even if it's just the tip. You're act like a brat, you'll get treated like one."
You gasped as his thumb rubbed across the length of his cock through the thin skin separating you. Ypur hips twitching as he pressed and rubbed every spot that would make you moan. Your hands gripping the sheets as he pushed two fingers in, dribbled more lube to ease the way. More lube then three fingers opening you up, the puffy rim of your hole stretched around his long digits.
"Did you make your choice?"
You nodded.
"Will you take your punishment like my good little wife? Or do I need to paddle that ass for you, brat."
"I'll be good."
A final hard smack as he pulled out your pussy, cheeks spread apart as he pressed the fat tip of his cock against it. Your first instinct was to pull away, gasping as he pressed in. Zayne's free hand reaching beneath you to rub your clit, sensitive and soaked from his earlier ministrations. Holding you in place with his legs over your as he doled out his punishment,
"Then be a good little wife for me..."
He pushed forward, the head of his cock buried inside you as he jerked himself off. His hand pushing you into the bed as he moaned, kissing your neck down to your shoulders where his teeth sunk in. You could feel his dick twitching, pulsing as he emptied himself inside of you.
You had barely recovered from that when he pulled out and flipped you over, knees pressed to your chest as he slapped your pussy. Two fingers into your abused ass using his cum as lube while his thumb pushed into your pussy. Zayne sucked your clit as he fingered both your holes, arm banding over your waist as you tried to move.
"Zayne... wait. Oh fuck... I can't. Please."
Your cries fell on deaf ears, fingers and tongue working in tandem as he made you cum for the fourth time. The first was on the sofa as he ate you out after pulling your leggings down to your ankles, the second was bent over the sofa in doggy as he pounded you until you apologised and the third was after he picked you up, pushing you face first into the bed with your ass up and fucked you hard enough that the headboard slammed against the wall.
Your hand pushed at his head, shoulders, anywhere you could reach. Back arching as you tried to move away from him. The fourth orgasm was intense, spots dancing in your vision as you sobbed out his name again and again. Fingers moving rhythmically as he sucked your clit hard, ignoring your protests. He kept going until you keened loudly in pain, his medical training and years with you helping him differentiate between the two. Body spent as you flopped onto the bed, legs twitching from over-stimulation as he rubbed circles on your clit.
"Nooooo...."
He chuckled, dark and low as he climbed up your body. His eyes sharp as he peered down at you, hand cupping your chin as he leaned his forehead against yours.
Their reactions when you take them to go to gym together the first time. MDNI
Oh not proofed ok. Just a ramble 🍷✨
Xavier
He was lazy at first, like “what are we doing at the gym? Didn’t missions count as exercise?” stuff, but then he would not regret following you to the gym. Hearing you panting and sometimes grunting does something else to him. He’s lucky he wears his oversized hoodie as an extra layer, or everyone will notice the bulge in his pants. He’ll stop moving, and you’ll notice him stopping, and not blinking. “Xavi?” And then he snaps out of it, then asking for “exercise” somewhere else. #iykwim
Zayne
He’s eager. Too eager. In fact, he brings everything: water bottles for each of you (in case you’re using machines far from him), small towels, gym bags, and his doctor bag (in case of emergencies, and also energy drinks). He made sure you’re properly equipped with exercise shoes, socks, and sweatshirts. You laugh at his over-preparing antics at first, but when you reached the gym, he did not play around. He brought his own alcohol spray, and every time you’re about to touch a new machine, he will somehow be around and spray them properly before you use them. He would tell you to rest in between and would take you to a pastry shop right after (claiming his blood sugar drops as an excuse).
Rafayel
He would dramatically refuse. “We can just spend our time sitting in a café or shopping, cutie.” But eventually he would go with you, grumbling. Despite that, he’s afraid of muscle strain, so he would warm up properly like kindergarten teachers taught you, and you had to stifle your giggle or else he would be dramatic and ask for going home. Despite that, he would exercise somewhere close to you and looking after you, but he’s a pervert alright, so when he heard you groaning and panting, he’d sit with his knees immediately to cover his hard dick lines since he only wears fit clothes. You noticed him sitting immediately, and he would pout, saying “this is your fault,” and you stare down at his crotch and laugh, “you’re such a perv, Raf.”
Sylus
You don’t need to go to the gym because he already got one. He’d train you to jab and hook until your arm is sore. He’d taunt you too, like “already tired, sweetie?” But he’d stop anyway. Then proceed to exercise by himself until you’re ready to continue, but you won’t. Lying down on the floor, you saw his agile movement, his slight huff as he jabs with his other arm, and how sweat trickles down his neckline? And at this angle—which you move a bit on purpose—to see under his pants and he wears nothing! It’s dangling ffs. Oh, it’s kind of hard to do exercise with him, especially when you’re ovulating. The gym has been used to serve another type of “exercise” several times already.
Caleb
Caleb would laugh at your stamina. You feel humiliated, but really, it’s normal. This human-slash-machine colonel has been a gym freak since high school. There is NO WAY you could beat him in stamina. So then you decided to tease him. To sit above him doing planks, “pips?!” But he still maintained perfect posture (damn it). But then not long after, his arms trembled, and you laughed, feeling like you win but really it wasn’t because you’re heavy or he’s weak. More like he felt the heat of your crotch on his back, and he’s hard—makes him harder to concentrate. He admits defeat immediately and takes you home for a round or two (or five since he didn’t get any exercise done today).
Valko
Oh, he’s eager, like way too eager. If he has his tail and ears out in the open, you could see his tail wagging faster like a dog waiting for playing. There’s this particular place he loves to go to, especially because women rarely go there except for yoga class. He doesn’t like how some of them wear excessive perfume at the gym and it hurts his nose. That gym is almost like a playground for him. As soon as he enters, he immediately slaps hands with some of the regulars; even the admin gives him a free energy drink. Then he stops at the heavyweight section. You just laugh and exercise by yourself. Not long after, he drops his weight. His friend beside him gets concerned and asks, “Valko, you alright, man?” He just shakes his head, then looks at you through the mirror in confusion. You’re confused too. What you both don’t know is when a girl exercises too much and gets tired, her cunt will leak a bit of fluid. Valko is a wolf, and he could smell them. He would continue his exercise with an agonizing face. Thank goodness he always wears baggy pants for exercising, but it doesn’t help much. He asks you to go back soon, then stops in the garage and sniffs, then eats the source of the smell. Oh, the car creaks and sways, but yes, you got lots of “exercise” done.
Description: What sexual activities are the LIs particularly good at?
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THEY’RE A L L GREAT AT EVERYTHING OKAY!!! But...hypothetically speaking...what are they the best at? Enjoy, mwah!
- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)
Xavier EATING PUSSY OBVIOUSLY, lmao. Like bro goes absolutely nuts—it’s his favorite activity, so DUH. Needs you to sit on his face 24/7. Can do it any which way: fast, slow, teasing, flicking, grinding his tongue, LIKE WHATEVER you require he’s absolutely amazing at it. So locked in all the time. While I do think he loves eye contact, I also really think he’s getting lost in the sauce eyes closed gROANINg moaning gripping your thighs tight and hoping you crush him to death like a watermelon. Wants. To. Be. Suffocated.
Rafayel finGERING HELLO Mr. Artist knows how to curl his fingers is all I’m saying. Loves to tell you you’re the prettiest while he’s doing it. Is a fan of going slow at first, (LOVES TO WATCH YOU PANT AND SQUIRM) before he’s just hovering over you intentionally not kissing you but keeping his face RIGHT THERE to watch every expression and listen to every whimper up close and personal while he’s finGER BLASTING YOU into oblivion until you squirt. (Middle and ringer finger style yk 🥴) (Kinda bratty when you cum…hot.)
Zayne ANY stimulation with his fingers but OOF rubbing your clit/nips, so fucking a-tier at it it’s i n s a n e—steady-handed doctor, what did you expect? Laying beside you or inside you LMAO his ability to rub your clit is quite literally off the damn charts. (Also in relation to hands…he’s the GOAT of spanking okay don’t play with me. Perfectly understands the balance between soft traces with his fingers then HARD fucking spanks MY GOD!!!) Like idk this man just knows the f!orgasm like the back of his hand (pun intended) and can extract it with medical precision. (Can 1000% make you cum w/ just nip!stim.) My angsty ice prince might be “““cold”””” but he’s AMAZING at warming you up iykwim. LIKE 😩😩😩 (He’s not touching you with his dick until you’re SOAKED.)
Sylus making you acTUALLy cum with just his dick. The absolute best at it it’s INSANE. Can work those mf hips just right, and will give your belly a lil extra weight with his hand while he’s doing it HEHE. Yeah so you know the Coital Alignment Technique??? THAT THAT THAT he’s the GOD OF THAT. (It’s literally just missionary but m! is more flat/horizontal DIRECTLY above you so his pelvis can rest against your clit while he thrusts—supposed to be slow and intimate. Boss Man DEMOLISHES THIS MOVE.) (SUCH A VOCAL PRAISER TOO!!! Loves his dearest wife and always wants to tell you just how good you are for him.) (...On the praiser element, great at swEET dirty talk/whispering crazy ass shit straight into your ear while he’s on top of yOU OH MY...)
Caleb hEAR me out…kissing (if we ignore his og kissing sounds we’ll all be fine and make it through okay I promise LOL) BRO has been waiting his whole life to kiss you and he’s gONNA DO IT RIGHT EVERY TIME—very passionate about it, always. But sometimes in a really sloppy HOT way. YUMMY. Sir get over here and let me suck on your tongue thANK YOU. Another thing…an absolute god of GROPING like you name it tits, ass, thighs, he’S GRABBING IT AND IT’S DIVINE. VERY good at JUST touching/massaging/squeezing/groping every part of you. (Aka every aspect of making out which whoops means he’s also great at making out with your pUS...) (Oh my god last thing so GOOD at sucking on your tits gOES NUTTTSSS over it, eye contact/practically humping you during, so much groping oMF 😩 I also think Fishie is great at this…) Boy is just trying to get his mouth and hands everywhere honestly. (Zayne is still the best kisser leave me alone okay, hiS AUDIO IS BONKERS!!!)
Valko poSITIONS Mr. Big Ass MF SEXY GAAAHHHHH can put you in whatever position you demand and do it easily too. Can pornstar style pick you up and just fUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU up in the air with such minimal effort on his part it’s CRAZY. His strength is an added benefit during sex that is SEEN AND FELT OKAY. Can Full Nelson you like a compLETE menace oh my god send me there rn. Also his dick is just massive so yk there’s that too. Can easily and always make you cum with it, him and Sylus are similar here. When riding him, he fucks up into you like an absolute beast, you might as well be weightless. Also just grabbing your thighs and ass and doing all the work for you lifting you up and down on his dick like you’re a FLESHLIGHT BUST!!!!!
Thinking about fully leaning into a deity worship kink with zayne at some point after he gets all his memories back or whatever and it's such a mindfuck for him because he associates his memories of godhood with so many negative emotions,,, like he was a god but he was never worshipped, he was feared, or hated, or used, and so isolated and now here he is, a mortal no longer having that divine authority and now he has you at his feet pledging your devotion and worship. Like it's so strange and somewhat overwhelming to him because to him this is not what godhood is. It is not being loved or cherished, or desired.
I'm ngl this started as a snowcrow thought but also,,,,,, hey if you're into this idea check out my fic Divine and Mine Alone
