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Zayne didn't recall being that rough on you last night, but maybe it was the way your chest rose up and down in that pretty lacey bra framed by the hem of his sweater, or the way your ass bounced with every thrust that made his desk creak that got him all... Distracted.

How could he not be? You just interrupted his late night working hours in his studio, just to tease him under the poor excuse of not feeling well. What he thought to be an illness rapidly becoming a heat wave that spreaded over both of your bodies.

He couldn't help it, it wasn't his intention to mark you (even tho he is not gonna complain about you walking around with his fingerprints decorating your skin) he just wanted to help the poor you struggling to keep yourself up when his cock reached that special spot inside you.

"Come on love, you train so much. Where is my strong hunter, hm?"

He says, like it definitely wasn't his fault that your legs were wobbly after your first orgasm of the night. Still one of you had to keep them upright or else you both would end up in the floor, and he was loving the feeling of your soft skin in his fingers.

Your body is melting against his with each sensation and it definitely doesn't get better when you feel his long fingers rub your clit in motions that make you give up on trying to stay put together.

Your hips just don't know where to go, split between leaning backwards to meet his thrusts in an impossible deeper angle and grinding downwards so you could get that sinful tingle running from where his fingers touched you all over your spine.

Luckily for you, Zayne knows best and he doesn't hesitate to handle your body in the best position for you both. He holds your hips in his hands squeezing the fat between his fingers and keeps your thighs spread open when they try to close the red imprints of his touch unnoticed to him by the hypnotic sight of you under him, too overstimulated to take more or that's what you think.

"I'm starting to think you just got this pliant cause you love being held by me, look at you... Every muscle in your body is responding to me... Even here..." He says trying to appear composed but the lust in his green eyes reveal the truth; he presses softly your lower belly with his palm, adding a sinful pressure that has you moaning while his breath hitches "Y-you respond to me so well... P-pretty cunt molded to my shape" he says, words almost choked with how your walls tighten to him.

A whimper comes out of him when he feels the tale tell pulsing of your walls against him, the coil in his own tummy beginning to snap thread by thread. "Let go for me, please" he begs, as if he wasn't the one mocking you moments ago. "Let me have your pleasure..." A kiss meets your sternum, as if trying to free those perfect sounds you make.

"Let me have your body" another kiss meets your jaw, and you suffocate deliciously in his breath.

"Let me have you, please" he says against your lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he swallows your moans.

And when his prayers come true and that sweet release comes to you, to him, his grip on you is getting stronger, desperate, as if you might disappear if he doesn't hold you close.

His fingers itch when he remembers it, and he has to reread the complete report on his laptop hoping he could get focused again. The memories of each one of your moans, of his name leaving your lips over and over again made him give up, deciding you are not coming out of his mind (although he doesn't put much effort into not thinking about you) he calls it a day and goes to that sacred place you both call home.

After all, you are his goddess, and he is a greddy man who is not ready to get out of heaven.

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You're reading off the next flash card of medical terms, waiting for him to define it. You don't understand much of what it all means, but you try to help anyways. When several seconds pass you look over at him from under the card.

He's crawling toward you, eyes half lidded with lust, licking his lips. "Let's take a break," he's suggesting as he gets to your legs, running hands up them, making you shiver.

"We just took one," you try to remain stalwart in the face of this onslaught.

"A quick one, then."

His hands are sliding up, up, up. His fingers twist into the very edge of your shorts.

"Zayne!" you're saying, almost like a warning, but he's already beginning to nuzzle into you. You're hearts beating in the way that only he can do. Your body is coming alive. You know he sees how paper thin your resolve is.

"Let's not stop studying, then. Every right answer and I get to explore," his hand trails up your shorts, fingers alighting at the grooves where your hips and legs meet.

Before long he's straddling your legs on his shoulders, barechested and cheeks flushed. Your hold on the flash cards in tenuous as you read out the next word:

"Ly-ahhh-lysogenic."

He stills, his cock throbbing inside you. You're agreement was he can only keep going if he gets the word right.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)

He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.

Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.

Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.

2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.

Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.

While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)

3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.

If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.

He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.

4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.

Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.

5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.

Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.

In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!

⚠️headcanon: titanic sized, shark-like Lemurian Sea God

The Lemurian Sea God, amused by the tiny invader intruding in His waters, contemplates whether to eat you or be merciful and keep you in the deep sea with him as His treasure.

Darkbound souls🐦‍⬛✨

You can find the slick back version below because you were no help. So I decided to draw both versions🤣

Sylus is well aware that you're angry with him.

And he wants to give you all the space you want to deal with your emotions before you're ready to talk to him about it.

But as he sits across from you while you ignore him to watch some cliche soap opera that's been ongoing for 10 years with more than 600 episodes and refuse to eat, he can't help himself.

First, he has to rein the laughter in. He schools his features into one of grave seriousness like he's about to interrogate a criminal and in a solemn tone, finally attempts to address you again.

"Psspss, kitten"

It's almost comical how fast your head snaps up, almost identical to a real ball of fur, head snapping around before your gaze lands on Sylus who is trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Did you just-"

"Are you hungry?" Sylus shows no signs of having said something prior to this at all, looking serene but you're sure you heard him.

When you going back to ignoring him, not deeming him worthy of even a response, Sylus tries again.

"Psspss here kitty"

This time, you're sure of what you heard, indignation filling your veins at his audacity as you get up from where you'd been watching your show, aiming straight for your boyfriend, violence clear in your aura.

Sylus, for all his flaws, knows when self-preservation should take charge as he shoots up from his seat, dodging your attack and making a run for it with you hot on his heels.

"I can't believe you would psspss me like I'm some stray-!" You pick up a throw pillow in the midst of your chasing, tossing it straight at the Leader of Onychinus who ducks at the correct time and successfully dodges it.

"I tried to get you to eat with me before-" Sylus ducks again to dodge your attack- two throw pillows thrown in succession- standing up straight before he resumes running around the couch with you right behind "-and you wouldn't acknowledge me"

"Because I'm still mad at you!"

Sylus stops running at that, turning to face you as you attack him with balled up fists that land no damage at all "Be mad at me all you want" He says, long fingers encircling your wrists and holding them right over his heart "But don't skip your meals because of it"

You frown at him "Acting all sweet now won't work after you watched the season finale without me!"

Again, Sylus tries his hardest to hold his laughter in. But you catch the smile threatening to break on his features anyway.

"You're in timeout" You even point to the far wall and Sylus finally ends up grinning because he thinks you're really cute when you're joking.

His smile drops real fast when he realizes you're not.

Two minutes later, he's standing by the wall, fully grown adult, mob boss, one of the most feared beings on the planet, trying to appease his girlfriend but you know it won't be long before he can't help himself.

When you feel something collide with the side of your foot a while later, you peer down to see a bunched up ball of string at your heels.

With Sylus holding the loose end tauntingly.

The moment Sylus sees you bunch up the ball in your fist as you slowly stand to face him, he knows he's screwed.

But he doesn't need saving. He's right where he wants to be.

A/N: This was funnier in my head I'm sorry-

Oh and he is probably fluent in Animalese.

I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE LAST YEAR YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I MANIFESTED MR. DARCY ZAYNE

my entire Zayne Regency AU is basically him in Mr. Darcy's font PLEASE oh i'm locking innnn need to repost that one