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╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (with very little plot), softdom!zayne, reader feels a little low, kissing and making out, heavy petting, grinding/dry humping, marking, cuddle sex, comfort sex, soft and slow sex, mention of belly bulge, holding hands, vaginal sex (unprotected), creampie, slight cockwarming, praise, use of pet names "darling" "sweetheart". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 3.1k

an : i've been so...... very much....... in my zayne feels..... i don't usually write zayne bc he's so difficult for me to write but omfg 😭 i needed this for me LMAO

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"Are you certain you can fall asleep like this?"

The question made you pause.

There was a slight shift in movement, the faint clicking sound of his glasses being set on his nightstand. And though you'd barely tilted your head back up to look at him, you felt an arm rest gently over your waist, subtly guiding you to cuddle closer against his chest. You knew, then, that the book he'd been reading had been set aside, as well.

You closed your eyes.

In this position, he held you securely against him, your ear pressed up against his chest to hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

"What d'you mean?" you murmured. Your voice was slightly muffled.  "I'm okay, I told you I just wanted to be comfy... Why? Are you done reading?"

He didn't answer immediately, and it made you glance up.

His gaze was fond.

He took a moment—his thumb caressed your cheek, a warm gesture he knew worked to soothe you. It did exactly as he'd hoped, of course; your head lulled to the side, a content sigh leaving your lips. It was this that made the corners of his mouth twist up into a little smile.

"...Mm, it's enough for today," a soft chuckle fell from his lips. "But... it just feels as if something's different tonight."

This time, you felt his other hand trail over your back, moving in a soft, soothing rub.

Your gaze fixed on his.

His words stirred up a puddle of guilt, but it wasn't something you wanted to talk about.

"Something's... different? Zayne, I can assure you that I—"

"Please."

The excuse died on your lips.

The way he said it—such a simple word—was soft. Softer than usual. Enough so to get you to notice the way his eyes would search yours, that shade of hazel you'd always loved so dearly... The concern in his eyes was genuine, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

"I... want to know what's been on your mind today. And it feels like you've been... thinking, quite a lot."

When he spoke again, you found that it was you who couldn't answer right away. And for your silence, you were met with another little smile, a chaste kiss placed into the crown of your head.

Zayne always had a way of compelling you to be more honest than you usually were.

You shook your head.

"M'just.... Not been feeling myself today, that's all," you said quietly.

Your eyes closed again, and you rest your head back down on his chest, finding comfort in the way his hand would start slowly massaging circles into your back.

"I see," he murmured. And there was something about the timbre in his voice that had you vocalizing your contentment with a little hum.

He didn't really say anything else.

You knew he wanted to, but this was just how he was—somehow he knew when you wanted to leave things as they were, and that his presence was, in this moment, simply enough.

You shifted to curl into him a little bit more, allowing your eyes to meet yet again.

"I don't want you to worry," you started.

"I know," he nodded.

"It's really just something trivial. It'll pass."

"...I know."

You smiled again, a little bit.

"I just... It feels like one of those days, you know? There's no real reason I've been feeling like this, sometimes it just happens, and..."

"And you don't want to concern me over it."

He finished it for you.

And this time, it was his turn to smile, his eyes settling into a soft gaze.

"I was simply... making sure," he murmured. A finger found its way beneath your chin, tilting it up a little, until his lips met yours in a kiss so gentle that it sent butterflies flurrying into your stomach. "If we're to sleep, I don't want you to go to bed upset."

"M'not upset..."

He chuckled a little, and you had to give him another ppout

"Really, I'm not!"

"I know."

He reached over to hold your thigh, gently guiding it to rest over his leg, before leaning in to kiss your forehead. You blinked. Trying to search his gaze would prove fruitless, but there was a hint of a tease that you could recognize in his tone.

"I believe you," he hummed, "but... would it be alright to hold you like this for a moment, anyway?"

Your eyes widened.

There was nothing too... much, about how close you were to him, certainly. Yet the more you looked at him, the more you could feel yourself drawing closer. You could only watch as his eyes closed, and he sighed, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I'm not good with words." A shiver ran through your body as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, hot breath pricking at your skin. "But... If you don't like the person that you are today... then I would like to show you that I like her very much."

His arm slid beneath you to lock you into a tight embrace, pressing himself more insistently against you. His head dipped, lips attaching to your shoulder.

"Zayne..." you sucked in a breath as his teeth nipped at your skin.

The only reply you received was a soothing lap of his tongue against the mark he'd just made, and it was enough to draw out a quiet whine from you, raising your leg to wrap around his waist. The skirt of your nightgown rode up—it was near-immediate the way he reacted, then, a hand gliding down your back to gently grip at your soft flesh.

He smiled at your skin and pushed you slightly upwards. The erection poking against you was unmistakable.

"Z-Zayne!" you gasped, yet your hips moved nearly involuntarily, and he let out  a slow breath at the instigated friction.

"Shhhh."

His lips ghosted over yours, hazel eyes peering into your own.

"Let me take care of you?"

It was a question, still. He would never do anything you weren't up for, and you knew that—there was something about it that made your heart flutter. Add to it the fact that there wasn't even a need for him to cater to you like this; you knew this was nothing but a temporary feeling of yours. It wasn't necessary for you to receive any more affection him than you'd gotten that day. Yet... here he was, willing to offer just that.

You felt him lean in forward for another kiss—still gentle, still soft, your eyes closing into the sensation.

It was nice, like this.

Truly, you didn't have any complaints—he was being so sweet with you, and now, of all times. How could you refuse?

"...M'kay," you murmured against him. Your arm wrapped around his neck, and you felt him smile.

"You know that I cherish you, sweetheart, right?" he sighed contentedly.

Again his lips found yours, his hand stroking the side of your arm in a comforting motion. And for a while, it continued just like that—having you pressed up against him, his hand slipping beneath your down to leave goosebumps across your skin. Just soft, light, gentle caresses, your lips moving in sync enough to bring your bodies into a slow rocking motion.

Otherwise quiet, it was the kisses and soft panting that echoed in the room, having your hands gliding up to thread through his hair. Zayne could only pull you close, closer than close, his own hand returning to rub circles into your skin before resting on the small of your back. Every so often he would give a light squeeze, allowing you to grind yourself onto him, eliciting soft gasps that he would only swallow back into his kisses.

When your eyes opened, hazy and half-lidded, you could faintly make out the glowing outline of his silhouette. His cheeks were flushed by this point—they no doubt mirrored yours. The dim lighting of the lamp on the nightstand did nothing less than paint a soothing, ethereal image before you.

"...I love you," you murmured.

You'd said it without thinking, but they weren't particularly words that felt foreign to you.

Zayne chuckled, and it seemed that your confession had earned you another kiss.

"I know. And I love you."

Quiet, shuffling motions had your gown and his robe both discarded, and you groaned as his lips trailed down over your body. His head dipped, tracing your every curve, peppering kisses wherever he went, his hand stroking lovingly at your skin.

You curled into him—wrapping your leg back over his waist, wanting to feel his warmth all over you. You could hear the soft moans emanating from his lips, so busy suckling at your skin and leaving proof of his love everywhere that he possibly could. The harsher nips blended soothingly with his gentle caresses, hands kneading at your flesh as if to distract you from the slight sting of his marking.

"Oh, Zayne..." you moaned, rutting your hips against his bulge once more in an attempt to bring the both of you back into that slow, rocking rhythm.

Gradually he trailed his lips back up your body, from the dip or your hips, to your navel, to the valley of your breasts. Another mark beneath your collarbone that had you gasping, before kissing up your neck to meet your lips once more.

You could feel it; the satisfied smile etched on his lips as he kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you. He wasn't saying it with words, but you could feel it—every kiss meant I love you.

"Feel better?" he whispered. His breath tickled the side of your neck as he gripped your thigh and held you around him, rocking his hips into yours. But he didn't wait for you to reply before he reached over to push your panties to the side, running a finger through the wetness that had pooled.

"Mmnh..." Your eyes closed, your hips bucking at the direct contact.

A chuckle and a few more kisses peppering your face before he spoke, "Are we okay with this?"

His finger ran up over your slit another time, collecting your slick before circling your entrance patiently.

You bit your lip.

It was just like him to ask for your consent again, even though you'd already been grinding against each other like this, even if he could already feel how wet he had gotten you.

But...

"Can we just... Can I have you, instead?"

Your voice came out a little shy, but the directness of your request remained punctuated by the way your hand drifted down to palm him through his boxers.

There was a certain surge of pride you felt, knowing your actions had gotten him this hard, had caused the shaky breath that he released, unable to stop his hips from jerking against you. In response to you, again your lips were captured into a kiss—and though he was keen on keeping the gentle atmosphere, there was a hint of desperation in the way his lips moved against yours.

"Mmm," he moaned quietly into you, hands making quick motions to free himself from the confines of his boxers.

You couldn't see it, too lost in the kiss, hands sliding up his body to cup his face for more of it—the sounds of lips smacking together became louder, more insistent, more heated.

But you felt it.

A hand on your ass, rubbing motions to keep your folds parted for him as the tip of his cock dipped teasingly into you. His legs slid against yours with the shallow thrusts he would give you, allowing you to get used to the feeling. And it was a stretch, nonetheless—no matter how many times you'd felt him inside you, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss, patiently waiting for him to ease himself in.

Your hand moved down to grip his back, almost hoisting yourself over him to spread your legs a little wider. "Mmh, Z-Zayne..."

You were panting, eyes steady on his, mouth slightly open. And with every thrust he made, he slid further and further into you, causing your breath to hitch.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" He brushed a few strands away from your face, placing soft kisses all over your face yet again. "I love you. You feel wonderful, darling."

A quiet moan left your lips as he squeezed your ass up once more, allowing you to take him in.

And it was a moment before either of you moved.

Quiet, hushed huffs of breath as you clenched around him, eyes heedy with desire with how closely you focused on the feeling of being full again. And his own gaze remained fixed upon yours. A hand rest on your cheek, thumbing at your skin, eyes so fondly looking into yours that you could melt.

There was no other place you could feel so loved than with him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Darling, you look wonderful."

Your heart swelled, enough to have you drawing in a sharp breath.

It was so silly to think that this all started on the slightest inkling he had that you weren't feeling your best. And yet, he would never fail to make you feel loved. Whether you asked for it, or you didn't—he had his way of making sure you didn't feel unloved.

And it meant so much to you.

With a smile, your hips began to rock, and you cherished the groan that fell from his lips.

"You look wonderful, too, Zayne," you whispered back.

His head buried into your neck as you cradled him, his own hips moving in time with yours. Every languid pump of his cock pushed him deeper into you, bodies pressed so impossibly close that you could feel the head radiating off of the both of you. Flushed and heedy, you rolled against each other in a sensual waltz—it was the lamp on your bedside table that had your shadows dancing across the wall.

Gasps and pants permeated the air.

Slow, and deep, and steady... the slick sounds of your sex would mix in with the hushed moans that would slip from your lips, your vision already blurry in the haze of how deep he would fuck into you. The burn of his length dragging inside you was elating. You could feel each throb of his pulse inside you, his hand sliding slowly over your thigh, massaging your flesh.

"Zayne..." you breathed, "Zayne."

It was all you could say.

"A-ah... Ah~ Zayne..."

Muffled against your skin, his lips had resumed its attack on your neck, littering bruises that you knew you'd have trouble covering up the next morning. He would leave your skin with red marks all over it, a line of love bites from your nape up to your jawline—

But he wasn't rushing.

It was tender; affectionate, the way he made love to you.

You felt it.

He kept up the pace. Just slow, easy fucking motions as his lips latched back into yours. And everytime he sunk into you, you could feel your eyes roll back into your head, every listless thrust a reminder of how you could feel every inch of him inside you.

"Sweetheart," he whispered against your lips, "you're so good for me..."

It was only then that he made the subtle shift, rolling you onto your back and pressing his body onto yours. Your legs wrapped fully around his waist, and you could feel his weight push down on you, allowing him to sink even deeper and causing your eyes to widen with a gasp.

"Zayne!"

This time his hand found yours, fingers intertwining. With another kiss to your forehead, you felt him slide your hand over your body, pressing lightly into your lower abdomen enough to have your body arching into him.

"I'm right there, sweetheart," he murmured.

You could feel the faint outline of his cock moving in and out of you. He was pressing so deep into you that your head threw back, lifting your hips into him for more. Moans swallowed into more of his kisses, the room echoed with that soft sound of skin slapping against skin with a quiet, rhythmic, pap, pap, pap.

Your hands clawed at his back, his pace stuttering almost immediately at the sting from your nails. You could have delighted at the muffled curse he moaned into you, hips pressing you deeper into the mattress.

He detached himself from your lips, already red and swollen, and his breath fanned over your face. With his forehead resting against yours, you could clearly see that mixture of lust, and desire, and adoration swimming in the depth of his eyes—it made your heart jump.

His thrusts began to pick up the pace slightly, eliciting soft, staccato pants from you. He reached over to take your hands into his, pressing them up against the pillows and curling his fingers into you.

"Going to cum..." he whispered, a word of warning that had you nodding your head.

"Okay," you breathed. "Inside."

His eyes widened.

It was easy for you to use that opportunity to lock your legs around his waist, paying back the marks he'd left on your body by dipping your head to latch onto his neck.

With a gutteral groan, you felt it—hot streams of his cum painting your insides, the pulse of his cock a delight that sent you trembling over your own high. Moans muffled against your skin, you clung to him tightly, hands gripping his until your knuckles nearly turned white.

"Haah... haah... D-darling, you're..."

He panted into your ear, pulling the both of you back onto your sides as he rode you through your orgasm.

Your chest heaved, your vision blurry. Again you found your hand resting on his cheek, pulling your gazes up to meet each other.

"Zayne..." you whispered, trying to catch your breath.

Slowly, he churned the juices inside you, the wet noises nearly turning your face even more flushed than it had been.

Another kiss... and another, and another.

"Tired?" he murmured.

Still his hils continued to rock gently against yours, lighter, shallower thrusts as if to soothe you.

Your eyes fluttered closed.

"...Mhm."

You felt an arm wrap around you, bringing you back into that embrace of his that you loved so dearly.

"Feel better?"

You smiled.

"Mhm."

This time, he placed a kiss onto the top of his head, hips stilling inside you as he held you close.

"Good," he nuzzled into you. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll clean you up after a moment."

His soft strokes of your hair were enough to lull you to sleep.

The last thing, then, you heard, was a small, quiet mumble:

"I love you."

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I WAS GIGGLING UNTIL THE LAST PART 😭😭

NOOO DAWNBREAKERR 😭😭

Birthday with you.

Summary: spoiling the birthday boy <3

Warnings: zayne x fem! reader, NSFW Unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, slight subby zayne, angst. 1.4k words.

Notes: yall...

To Zayne, his birthday was the absolute perfect day. From the birthday voucher next to his pillow, the little seal shaped cookies, the double kiss, to viewing the flowers together.

What more could he ask for? He doesn't even realize that he's smiling like an idiot side by side with you. His fingers tangled with yours firmly, a crisp leaf crunching on the way.

On the other hand, you were still thinking of what more you could do to spoil him more for his special day.

You can't help but let out a soft chuckle, squeezing his hand back as you both watch the sun set in the distance. The air is cool, the leaves are changing, and the sky is lit with beautiful and warm hues of blue and red and orange. The world is quiet and peaceful now, and you can smell the sweet scent of some baked apples, cinnamon, and woodsmoke in the air.

Zayne turns to you, a genuine soft smile on his face, “let's head back, it's getting cold.”

Autumn is lovely, isn't it?

Right, you both were talking about the osmanthus flowers on the way back, but how did it end up from him taking his coat off, to his hand gripping the back of your head? him being breathless and barely keeping up with your hungry, greedy kisses.

You've been wanting him ever since you saw that gentle smile playing on his lips.

God how pretty he looked.

Your tongue dances with his, a sensual play of give and take. You could taste the sweet frosting from the deserts you both shared earlier, and he forgets himself for a moment as his other hand clenches so tightly on his side around the bed sheet.

His hand that was gripping the back of your head left it's place to pull you by your waist, urging you closer as he rocks against you. The heat between them grows, the need for friction driving them both mad. He can't bear to be this close and not have you.

His hips began to rock in slow circles on instinct, pressing his hardening length against your heat, and ou let out a soft, quiet breathy laugh to tease the man when you felt his cock was already straining against his boxers, the outline evident through the thin fabric.

He gives you a look, one that silently says “don't tease me.”

His eyes never leave yours, watching like a man deeply in love when your thumb traced over his moist lips before your soft lips brushed against his, taking him in a slow, sweet kiss this time.

He’s at your mercy, now, and he wants to be. He wants to bask in the sweetness of your touch. Your hands roam over his clothed chest, trailing further down to fumble with the belt of his pants. He’s barely able to help, Zayne leaves your lips to bury his face into your chest.

He’ll be a good boy this time, he’ll do everything you ask. And in the end, he’ll be the one begging for more, for you.

You push yourself back to pull your sweater over your head first before you began sliding his boxers off to slowly release his throbbing cock.

Zayne groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly when you took his length into your hand, his tip already glistening with pre-cum. And you smirk when you see his flushed face, his head leaning to the side with his eyes almost closed.

You lean down to lick the beads of his pre-cum off, his eyes shot wide the minute he felt the wet muscle slide over the darkish red head, his hand immediately grabs onto your hair.

“You don't have to—” he couldn't even finish his words before you took him in your mouth, and he grits his teeth together so harshly.

Zayne's eyes fluttered shut as you begin to suck, your skilled mouth enveloping his cock, your tongue swirling around the head. Zayne is afraid to part his lips because he might moan too loud, and he's also afraid to keep them shut because he might start whimpering.

But he loses so fast, a whimper escapes from him when you start moving your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing, your tongue teasing the vein running along his pretty cock. Zayne's hips began to move in time with your mouth, his thrusts slow but insistent, his body trying to rock on the bed, careful not to hurt you.

You pull away with a pop, eyes taking a glance up at his expression and you can tell—he’s quite disappointed you stopped. But it doesn't matter to him anyway, turning you on makes him turned on.

His hand moves to caresse your cheek, his thumb wiping the corner of your lips before you straddle back on his lap.

Zayne watches as you lazily take your pants off next, his arm reaching to the bedside drawer to take out the condom he kept. You knew what he was doing, so you stopped him by taking his wrist back and pressing a kiss to his palm.

“you don't have to,” you whisper against his skin, “i want to feel all of you.”

Zayne swears he could just cum from your words. You're going to let him feel your wet heat without any rubber in between? Oh he would beg if you asked right now. Only if you asked.

His fingers worked quick to unclasp your bra before you teased the head of his cock with your slick entrance, one of his hands squeezing your soft breast while the other gripped your hips, guiding you down onto his shaft.

The heat of your body enveloped him as you sank down, inch by inch, until you were fully impaled. You felt full and stretched, your inner muscles gripping his length.

You moaned while Zayne's hands roamed, cupping your breasts, squeezing them gently, and pinching your nipples as you began to move, slowly at first, you rocked your hips back and forth, rolling your pelvis and making your clit rub against his pubic bone. You could feel the head of his cock hitting your sensitive G-spot with each stroke, eliciting an almost choked sound from you.

Zayne's rock-hard dick filled you up, and you felt the most full of him in this position, his thrusts becoming more forceful to chase his release, and so he reached between your legs, finding your clit. The combination of his penetration and his skilful fingers rubbing circles on your clit made your head go almost blank.

Heavy breaths. His cheek rubbing along your soft mounds. He was obsessed.

You felt the familiar build-up, the pressure coiling inside you. And he felt it too.

You leaned back, arching your spine, bucking your hips when his hands took control to slam your hips up and down with such a hurry which you found to be unexpected, the sounds of skin slapping against skin made your ears ring.

“Zayne—hah—c-cumming—” your body convulsed, your pussy contracting around Zayne's cock, milking him as your orgasm washed over you. Zayne, unable to hold back any longer, parted his lips to let out a moan, his own release following yours. Wave after wave of hot cum filled you up, his hips bucking to meet your movements.

He made no move to pull out, staying inside your warmth as he took both of your wrists to push you down on the mattress, lips latching to yours—roughly this time, all tongue and teeth, which made you pull away gor a brief second, your eyes blink slowly to meet his.

At first you were giggling, it was his birthday after all, if he wanted to be on top this time and go again, you were more than willing to do so.

“Happy birthday, Zay—” you stop when you blink again, smile disappearing when your eyebrows furrowed, taking a closer look at his face. His eyes.

“Zayne?”

Zayne's eyes snapped open as the dream faded from his consciousness. The brief taste of intimacy and affection felt like a distant memory, replaced by the harsh reality of his own world.

He sat up slowly on the bed, his cold palm clutching his head. He let out a shaky sigh, his body stiff and tense, the memory of you still lingering in his mind.

"Just... just a dream," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

The realization that he was back in his own world, without you, again.

The dream had felt so real, so intimate, yet he noticed how you felt something was off in the end. How were you able to see him?

He felt.. seen. Even for just a second.

Dawnbreaker’s best birthday moment shattered right before his eyes.

...

AW HELL NAWW 😭😭😭

I DONT WANNA CRY AGAIN

There was before you . . .

And there was during you . . .

For some reason, I never thought there would be an after you . . .

i wanna place kisses all over his pretty face 😔😔

I just want Zayne guys…

Dr. Zayne

yeS I WOULD LIKE TO FIND OUT 😊🤭

Usually, you would be the one whining to Zayne after days of not seeing him, the first to cave in and say that you miss him. But what if it was the opposite?

You and Zayne had barely seen each other for almost two weeks, owing to hectic schedules brought by the peak seasons for wanderer attacks and illness. After having been used to seeing you around nearly everyday, Zayne found it almost excruciatingly difficult to wait until the next week when work in the hospital finally mellows down. Especially because it has been so long (it’s been three days) since the last time he’s ever kissed you properly, the pent up need in him to be able to feel your lips against his once more made it hard for him to focus on anything but you.

So the moment he finally has a free day, he bolts straight to your office. He stops just at the entrance, pacing back and forth as his last shred of sanity held him back from impulsively grabbing you away from your workplace. The guard standing by the door takes notice, and, having already been aquainted with Zayne, invites him to wait for you by the lobby. It was there that you bumped into Zayne, who was still battling with this rationality. You jogged up to him, noticing with concern the tight knit in his eyebrows.

“Who’s troubling my beloved snowman?” You ask in greeting, noting with some amusement the surprise in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was only after a few moments of silence that he replied.

“Your beloved snowman has been searching for his heart.” He takes your hand in his, then continues, “They said the most beautiful woman here has it.”

You jokingly look around, and, in faux disappointment, you reply, “That’s too bad, there’s a lot of beautiful women here. The snowman would have to spend years before finding it.”

Zayne smiles and shakes his head, “No need. Fortunately, the most beautiful woman is already standing right in front of me.”

“Is it just me or did you get a lot cheesier today?” You asked, flustered, as you playfully sent a punch to his arm. As heat rises to your cheeks, Zayne feels the most euphoric he’s ever been in a week. Tracing random shapes on your hand, he admires your flushed cheeks, basking in the warmth you radiate that he had been deprived of for too long.

“Let’s just say a lot can change over a week. You just haven’t been around recently to see it.” He replies, his hands slowly reaching up to trace the curve of your waist. His touch, at first tentative, left a trail of fire that ignited a familiar, but nearly distant heat in your bones that left you aching, wanting for more.

You raise a brow, not paying mind to the steady blush forming on your cheeks as Zayne continues his ministrations. What you did notice was his roundabout way of saying he missed you. Dearly. Enough to be dramatic about it, and enough to have gotten a day off.

Then, he stands up, his body still too close to be appropriate for public space. He leans forward, his breath tickling your ears as he whispers, “What time does your shift end?”. He does not miss the way your breath hitches and your ears redden as you try to feign nonchalance. As always, you were never one to take his provocations silently.

“Why? Can’t get enough of me?” You whisper in return, your lips just slightly brushing against his neck in just the right way to make him go crazy. His adam’s apple bobs and he breathes out an almost shaky sigh, a clear indication of your success.

Zayne was acting a lot differently than usual — more touchy, more flirty, and less restrained. You liked seeing him like this, and you loved pressing on the right buttons to rile him up even more. But of course, he would never let you do that without having the last word, “Would you like to find out?”

stOPPAHHHABDJBA

no im not flustered. nope. nuh uh.

“Corny Pickup Lines”

Using corny pick up lines on the LADS Men

A bit suggestive … and I don’t know about y’all but I love being funny & corny I live life on the cob

Zayne

MC: I’m shocked bees don’t follow you everywhere

Zayne: Why’s that?

MC: because your voice is like honey

Zayne: No one has ever used the word honey to describe my voice

MC: I’m honored to be your first

Zayne: Your voice is like honey as well darling

MC: awww

Zayne: Especially when you’re softly breathing or whispering in my ear

MC: 😳

Zayne: Lock the door

MC:

Rafayel

MC: You’ve been diagnosed as my soulmate and there’s no cure

Rafayel: Hell yea! Does this diagnosis progress over time? Will I be diagnosed as your husband next?

MC: Calm down we just got the diagnosis don’t over exert yourself

Rafayel: but I want to exert all my energy on you

MC: Raf-

Rafayel: All night preferably

MC:

Xavier

MC: Don’t worry I won’t charge you

Xavier: For what?

MC: You live in my head rent free

Xavier: Is that your way of flirting?

MC: Is it working

Xavier: I prefer more hands on flirting like this….

MC: Hey hey hey you can’t make me blush I’m supposed to make you blush

Xavier: Then do it

MC:

Sylus

MC: Did it hurt?

Sylus: Did what hurt?

MC: When you fell from heaven

Sylus: ….

MC: 😉

Sylus: I never made it to heaven I did however crack open the earths crust and drag myself from the depths of hell

MC: That couldn’t have felt good

Sylus: Perhaps not … I can however make an angel like you feel as though you’re going to heaven

MC: ok we can stop here

Sylus: Why? Are you afraid I’ll pull you to hell with me?

MC: I-I-

Sylus: Your lip trembles with trepidation but your eyes and rapid pulse are giving you away sweetie

MC: