a fangirling (side)blog, if you will. || multifandom!! || 20s || she/her || 🔞 occasionally posts NSFW || currently too zaynepilled to function || busy! been slacking on tagging; queue's live tho idk || main acc: @intrxspectiv
Sylus: it's not like he doesn't hold your whole hand (he insists on doing so, even), it's just... that holding such a tiny part of you, that's unwilling to let him go, it's almost electrifying. If you seek his pinky first, he won't admit it, but the tip of his ears gets a little red.
Caleb: holding your hand is also a natural thing for Caleb, and you've been doing it since you were kids. While crossing the street, taking a walk in the park, or simply watching TV together, somehow your or his hand reached for the other's. But as you two grew up, holding hands became more intimate in the eyes of others. So, when you two wanted to avoid awkward questions or looks, you'd seek each other's pinkies and discreetly keep each other close.
Playful headbutts
Zayne: while waiting in line or standing close to each other, he suddenly leans his body to the side and gives your head a little bump, looking straight all the time. It's a cutesy way to kill boredom and, if you do the same, he smiles a little. It doesn't matter if you can only reach his shoulder or his head, bumping into each other is somehow amusing for him.
Xavier: he does it the most when he wants your attention. Let's say you're both drinking with colleagues, and you've been distracted or too engrossed with your friend's chatter, that's the moment when you feel a little bump from your side. He'd be looking at you with doe eyes while his hand supports his head. He wants you to look at him sooo bad, and it works. He also does it when you're sitting together on the bed or couch, it's past your bedtime and he quietly reminds you to go rest.
Hip bumps
Rafayel: also a way to kill boredom, or to tease you. He does it the most when you're both in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth or hair. Starts with a gentle push, barely swaying your body, but of course you push him back, so it escalates. Never strong enough to make you fall, but enough to make you stumble a couple of steps as you lose balance. Loooves and bursts out laughing if you get mad and rely on actually pushing him with your arms.
Randomly play fight
Caleb: another habit from childhood. You want to tickle him, he defends himself, you grab each other's hands, push and pull, he tries to make you trip a little with his legs (he always catches you !!), you pull his arm, and suddenly he has you pinned down on the bed/sofa, both of you giggling. While growing up, he might've accidentally hurt you, something you laughed off because you knew it wasn't intentional, but he still learnt to measure his strength around you.
Poke you out of nowhere
Xavier: it's his version of play fights. Since he likes to pull pranks, he tends to poke the small of your back when you're distracted, sometimes making you yelp, then your sides or cheeks. It can turn into a tickle war easily.
Rafayel: pokes your shoulder and acts as if he doesn't know anything, and somehow it always works because he only does it at his exhibitions, so there are a lot of people who randomly pat your shoulder to get your attention, but when he is barely containing his giggles, that's when you smack his arm.
Hello! This is my first time doing any asks, so I'm kinda nervous. I wanted to ask if a little Zayne fluff with a forgetful and often overwhelmed MC is alright (she tries hard not to buy it still gets kinda difficult sometimes)
To be specific, she tends to forget little things like her handkerchief or her id-card, things like that, except for when she makes like exhaustive checklists to ensure that she remembers everything. And sometimes when in a hurry, she sometimes misses to check everything and things happen 😂 And that in turn leads to her feeling overwhelmed and the cycle continues.
Hope I'm doing this ask thingy alright. Have a great day!
hiii cutie~ don't be nervous, this is such a cute idea! wrote this on my lunch break today and exited the app before saving so it got erased and had to rewrite everything 🥲 anywayyy hope you like it! god i love zayne sm
You’re shifting in your seat too much for it to pass as casual, your mind already miles away, and you don’t even notice how hard you’re biting your lip.
But Zayne does.
As he always notices every small thing about you, because it all is important to him, no matter how insignificant you think it is. He always takes note of you, your mood, your thoughts you are reticent to share with him but he knows you’re having.
Like the ones spiraling in your pretty little head right now.
Did you unplug the curling iron you’ve used until the last minute because the front pieces of your hair kept falling weirdly?
Did you turn off all the lights? If you didn’t, you thought of the endless scenarios of danger waiting to happen if some weirdo noticed that.
Not even your lifesaver of a checklist you keep on your phone helps every single time. Sure, it does a great deal in helping keep you calm and keep track of things that need to be done, and would not have you freak out in public (as you did an embarrassing amount of times already).
Zayne took note of it all. Carefully, he takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. That prompts you to look at him, questioning. The lower lip hunched between your teeth was starting to hurt, but that is the least of your worries.
It is Zayne’s worry, though.
He intertwines your fingers while his other hand comes up gently to pull your lip from in between your teeth.
“Everything’s alright.” he reassures you in his gentle tone, no sign of being annoyed at your distress.
You are on your way to the restaurant he booked weeks ahead for your monthly dine-out date, already running a bit late because of your fussing around the apartment. That is another reason why your mood is so sour.
Zayne is so patient with you. So gentle, so kind. Never the one to make you feel like you are in the wrong for feeling this way. He knows you can’t help it, and he knows just how to help you through it.
Always reaching for you whenever he feels you slipping away into your own head, your own prison where everything goes wrong and everything’s your fault. He pulls you in his embrace, tethers you to him with soothing caresses and gentle kisses.
He doesn’t talk much in these moments. He knows it’ll only make it worse for you, overwhelm you even more so, and that’s the least thing he wants. He knows his presence makes up for it, knows it’s enough when you cling to him and just melt into his body.
He knows you’re struggling, and is also aware of how much you try to sweep it under the rug, try to play it off sometimes. He guesses it’s a defense mechanism you privately developed around people who would get annoyed at you for always overthinking simple things, going back and forth, pacing anxiously.
He swore it to himself he would never make you feel like that. Yet it still hurts him to see you try to make it less than it is, pass it off like it doesn’t make you bite your lip until it bleeds or nails until they’re a mess or tap your feet in an attempt to self-regulate.
So he takes care of things for you.
“I unplugged it,” he tells you, thumb smoothing once over your knuckles. “And the lights. You walked past me to the door twice, so I checked behind you both times.”
You noticed that, too. Somewhere between your anxiety attacks and his tender, soothing hugs, you noticed how he quietly took things into his own hands. You found yourself reaching for your list to go over it for the nth time in a day, and suddenly, there was Zayne there with you, checking things off the list.
Rushing to the Association early in the morning? He would be there with a good morning text and a simple reminder to not forget your Hunter ID at home, because he knew how often that happened and how it messed with your head whenever it would.
Going out with Simone and Tara? Zayne would call you, tell you to dress comfortably, not forget your jacket and keys. Vitamins? He would help set up reminders on your phone and text you just five minutes after they go off to remind you once again, because he knew you would get distracted and forget.
Many such little things, and they mattered to you. So they mattered to him, too.
Zayne is a capable man, so he only took care of small things at first. He didn’t want to make you feel like he thought you incapable of handling things on your own. Never one to push you with anything, he only made it a habit when he was sure you would appreciate it and not feel burdened by it.
You noticed all of it. It made your chest constrict in a tender, aching way. He did it out of love, you knew that. You didn’t need to hear it, his actions were the loudest confessions of love there could be. He loved you so much that he wanted to ease things for you, without waiting for anything in return.
That was the kind of man Zayne was.
Your eyes sting, throat constricting around the words you want to tell him. You love him, so much that it hurts sometimes. You know he knows that, how much you cherish him and everything he does for you.
Words fail you, as they always do. So you act instead.
You bring your joined hands up, kissing the back of his hand softly. He looks at you in quiet surprise, but before he can say something else, you reach over the console and gently bring his face closer.
You plant a sweet, soft kiss to his lips. Smiling as you pull away slightly, thumb tracing the side of his neck.
“We’re already late,” he murmurs against your cheek, recovering far too quickly for someone whose ears are still that red. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
you love your kitty boyfriend, but he does some strange things!
✎ᝰ a/n: highly requested kitty zayne is now part 4 of this series. im gonna do a "habits while in heat" sister series so if you wanna be tagged just tell me. caleb is gonna be the last one to complete the 5.
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❥ he’s likes waiting. kitty zayne is very patient. he’ll never whine or complain (too much) about how long you’ve been gone or how far away mealtime is. he’ll definitely miss you, yes, but he likes focusing on the fact that you’re with him now.
he’ll sit by you on the bed and wait for you to wake up, but he’ll do this for hours if he needs to. if he wants to play or spend time with you but you’re busy, he’s perched right beside you quietly just very patiently waiting. you feel a little bad sometimes, but zayne reassures you by telling you that he doesn’t mind waiting. that all he cares about is getting you as his reward.
❥ he holds you with his tail. zaynes favorite form of physical affection is gripping onto you for dear life with his tail. it’s very casual too. when you’re doing dishes he’ll come up behind you and peck your scalp while his tail wraps around your waist. he’ll wrap his tail around your wrist in public to guide you and show affection.
he especially loves wrapping his tail around you when you’re asleep with him. with his strong arms under your armpits and around your chest and his tail either wrapped on your thigh or midsection, zayne refuses to go to sleep any other way. it’s a bit suffocating but zayne is naturally cool-skinned so it doesn’t make you overheat.
❥ he has sensory issues. because of this zayne is very particular about what he sleeps on, the texture of his food, how his ears/tail/nails are trimmed, etc. you’ll see him on the bathroom very meticulously snipping away at his hair to ensure it’s always clean and neat because it’ll bother him if it’s any other way. it’s also a plus to know he’s very clean.
he’s usually adverse to getting too close to someone because he also very easily overheats. which is why when he cuddles you, you’ll see him use his evol on his skin. similarly he prefers wearing very light clothing or being just straight up naked in bed because it helps him with temperature and also, he likes you feeling his bare body <3.
❥ he’s subtly territorial. he likes to remind you and everyone else around you that you’re his and vice versa. he’s not the type to whine or pout about it, but he’ll do things like stare people down or wrap his tail around your ankle if they’re being too friendly with you.
he also likes scenting you in every way possible. you think his head nudges and rubs are purely affectionate, but he also does them to get his natural kitty scent on you. its not a once or twice thing, its constantly throughout the day. especially when your scent is gone after a shower he’ll take like 10 minutes just to cover you in his smell again.
❥ he massages (kneads) you a lot! it’s well known that cats like kneading when they’re happy, but zayne likes to call it “massages”. this is because he only ever kneads you. his favourite places are your tummy and your thighs, but he’ll take anywhere.
very firmly but still gentle, he cups your soft flesh and squeezes or rubs with his large palms. even kitty zayne knows anatomy pretty well, so he’ll target the areas where the biggest muscle groups are or where you complain about being achy. it’s very soothing and somewhat erotic at times because his attention is fully on you. likes it’s a job to him play with your chub and skin.
❥ he’s at your beck and call. if zayne is gonna do something its gonna be listen to you. zayne is not submissive by nature, but he enjoys taking care of you so much that he’ll let you boss him around. he’s not a dog, but he’ll fetch if you ask.
if you ask him to cook he’ll cook for the next few days and always serve you first. if you ask him to use his car he’ll drive you himself and give extra money. if you ask him to jump he might just ask how high. it’s not overbearing by any means, it’s actually rather domestic and husband-like. he does things for you silently but his tail wags always indicate how happy he is doing it.
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hey frens
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The idea of arguing with Sylus in Spanish and he starts arguing in Spanish back. You both get so turned on, you end up making out and forget what you were fighting about.
He never made a show of it, never said anything for the sake of flattery, but somehow his words always hit where they mattered. A quiet “You look nice today” as he brushed past you in the hallway. A murmured “That color suits you” just before kissing your cheek, warm and lingering.
The compliments themselves rarely caught you off guard anymore, but you still found yourself blushing every time he murmured something sweet under his breath. Simple, genuine, a little gruff around the edges, always followed by the same things: a soft brush of his fingers against your cheek, a warm kiss pressed to your temple or the corner of your lips. Sometimes the kisses were too sweet not to smudge your lipstick, but he never apologized. Just stared at your mouth after like he was already thinking about the next one.
But when he murmured that your eyes looked especially pretty in the candlelight—the same candlelight you lit to surprise him with a quiet, homemade dinner—it hit differently. The warmth in your chest spread a little faster, a little deeper, catching you off guard in a way most of his words didn’t anymore.
You didn’t answer with a smile this time. Didn’t even try to hide how much it affected you.
“Yeah? They do?” you asked softly, voice almost shy as you dropped to your knees in front of him, slow and with one objective in mind.
Your hands trailed down the front of his body as you went, fingertips tracing the soft fabric of his shirt, brushing along his stomach then the waistband of his pants, until they settled against his thighs. You looked up at him with that familiar mix of sweet and teasing, lips curled into a smile that was equal parts playful and wanting.
Then you bit your lower lip, barely holding back a grin as the words slipped out, light and breathless, “How about now?”
You maintained eye contact with him as you spoke, giving him your most innocent eyes, that doe-eyed look that had him twitch in his pants mere inches from your face, which had you quietly excited already.
The change in him was subtle, but you saw it all. The way his throat bobbed in a swallow. The faint twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when he caught onto your little scheme.
His hand came to your hair almost instinctively, brushing through it with a tenderness that made your skin tingle. His thumb dragged slowly over your bottom lip, parting it just enough for his thumb to slip inside and have your tongue peek out softly to twirl it around the fingertip.
You caught the pink creeping into the tips of his ears, your thighs pressing together just as he pressed a tad bit harder on your tongue.
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