sourapple

Something to indulge my inner cravings

[freakyleb]

"Your Caleb"

"He's the one who's closest to you"

DUDE SNEAKY MF

He wants to claim us and know who we belong to. HEY, I'M THE GIRL WHO WOULD HAVE MULTIPLE FAVORITES IN 1 FANDOM BUT THIS DUDE MAKES ME SO FERAL BEING POSSESSIVE.

(Now I low-key want to write him eating us out mehehe)

[freakyleb]

"Your Caleb"

"He's the one who's closest to you"

DUDE SNEAKY MF

He wants to claim us and know who we belong to. HEY, I'M THE GIRL WHO WOULD HAVE MULTIPLE FAVORITES IN 1 FANDOM BUT THIS DUDE MAKES ME SO FERAL BEING POSSESSIVE.

(Now I low-key want to write him eating us out mehehe)

[applefishing]

"It's okay," he slurs over and over as you roll against him. "S'okay. Gege's got you."

You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.

That doesn't stop him trying.

The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.

His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.

He'd never been inside.

So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.

The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.

"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."

Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.

You freeze.

"Just there," he breathes.

Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.

He's the first to break it.

His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.

But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.

It's different after that.

He wraps his arms tight around you, buries his face in your shoulder, and begins surging up into you—rasping breaths tickling your skin as he gives himself over to long-repressed hunger.

[wallflowerwritesstuff]

They catch you calling yourself stupid.

Valko, Caleb, Zayne.

TW: self deprecating language, implications of past trauma, blood warning (zayne) due to accidental injury.

Not beta'd~

--

*Valko*

“I’m so stupid!”

Valko’s ears perked at the words, unsure if he was more thrown because of the words themself or the harsh manner in which they were said.

His gaze shifted to where you were borderline pacing, lifting items to try and find something. You were definitely seconds away from tearing your own hair out from frustration. Instead, you just stopped, hands clenched into fists and eyes squeezed shut as you shut down entirely.

"Should have known better to put them down knowing I needed them," you scolded yourself voice shaking.

If not for his sense of smell, he might have missed the smell of salt in the air.

And so he stood and moved towards you, his tail nearly dragging behind him. His ears pressed to his hair, nearly camouflaged.

“Sweets?”

You held up a trembling hand.

“Not now, Val–”

The hug he wrapped you in from behind was sudden but necessary, your heated cheeks and racing heart easing up as you were forced to just breathe. Valko’s breaths were deep and tempoed and you had half a thought to call him out on his actions if not for the fact that they were working.

In and out.

In and out.

In, hold it, and out.

Until you were dragged into his rhythm, racing thoughts slowing with every exhale. His arms crossed over your chest, weighted yet gentle.

Your hand dropped to your side, mind attempting to catch up to the fact that he was holding you and you were allowed to fall back into him if needed.

“Don’t talk about my mate like that,” he murmured into your hair, tightening his grip for a second before loosening it. “She’s strong. Smart. Certainly not stupid or any other vitriolic word your mind conjures up from Astra knows where.”

The words force you back to reality harder than expected.

The energy drained as your adrenaline from fight or flight practically faded and sent you into a free fall.

“I didn’t…” you started, unsure why you had said the words yourself. “I…” you tried again, the lump in your throat effectively sealing any other attempt at explanation inside of you. The words played on loop instead, a stuttered exhale all you can manage before turning to face Valko and burying your face into his neck.

“I gotcha,” Valko assured confidently, rubbing a hand along your back while the other rested on your neck.

Firm but not possessive.

Just grounding.

Enough to send you into premature sleep, to which he moved you both to the bedroom and made sure not an inch of light or sound would disturb your much needed rest.

And when you woke up to him with his head on your chest in the early hours of the morning? You managed a smile, yesterday’s emotions nothing but a gentle ache soothed by the rush of affection the sleeping man managed to pull out of you.

--

*Caleb*

The crashing of the plate against the ground had been the last straw for you.

“I’m so stupid,” you hissed as you cradled your burnt hand, tears welling in your eyes before you could process why they were there in the first place. You leaned down to grab the pieces and hide the evidence of your idiocy, but Caleb had heard the commotion and been up and on his way toward you the moment he heard the crash. He made his presence known by lifting you up via his evol with practiced ease, his voice teasing.

“I know I didn’t just hear my girlfriend call herself stupid,” he said with a cross of his arms. “Might have to have a talk with her to stop bullying my precious pipsqueak.”

When you met his gaze, there was no humor in his eyes. The disconnect of his tone when gazing narrowed eyes is enough to have you falling into pure silence.

Then came the trembling of your shoulders.

And under his knowing look, each part of your resolve shattered. Every ounce of effort put toward maintaining some level of composure lifted into the air like smoke.

Your hand was hurting.

You were embarrassed.

You felt guilty that the dinner you’d been so excited to share with him was now ruined.

Should have used two plates.

Why did you put all of it onto one?

Stupid, stupid, stupi—

“Pips?”

His voice was softer than usual. You hung your head, attempting to shield yourself from him only to feel your body tugged in his direction. You came face to face with him again, but his expression had shifted entirely.

“I–” you tried, but it came out weak and choked.

A humorless chuckle that sounded more like a sigh left him as you dropped suddenly. You didn’t close your eyes or react, knowing very well the floor was not an option.

Not when strong arms were out and ready for you as always. Sometimes you wondered where you would be without him…how your life would have gone if he’d never returned.

Before you could spiral down another path, Caleb’s voice coaxed you back to him.

“I know very well that you were never scolded for makin’ a mess by me or gran,” he said quietly. He had always managed to find the perfect balance between comfort and curiosity with you. “So…where’d that come from? Who made my pips think she was anything other than amazing?”

Your mind wondered the same, too scrambled to come up with an answer. The voice certainly hadn’t been entirely your own, but the knowledge was beyond your reach as you came down piece by piece.

A hum of understanding left him despite your lack of response as he carried you out of the kitchen and used his evol to rid of the mess.

Evidence gone...like it never existed.

Because whether a broken plate or a threat to your carefully curated stability, it was all the same to him.

Disposable.

Undeserving of the place in your thoughts it attempted to take.

“I’m here,” he promised, your heavy eyes threatening to close in his embrace.

“‘M sorry,” you murmured, but the man simply pressed a kiss to your temple, promising to be at your side when you woke.

--

*Zayne*

You let out a sharp breath as you squeezed your hand shut.

It did nothing to help the sting of your palm, bloody knife on the ground and half cut cake on the counter. You felt the tears form before you could stop them, slipping down your cheeks.

“I’m so stupid,” you whispered softly. You backed up until you hit the counter beside the sink, sliding down it and ignoring the dull ache of the handle hitting your back. You knew you should treat the wound. It was an easier fix than any wound you’d gotten out on the field, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to actually do it. You felt frozen, somehow, feeling the blood slip down your wrist toward your elbow, even more so when you opened your hand to give it a break from the strain.

“I’m sorry?”

You flinched at the voice, snapping your head up to see Zayne frowning from the kitchen doorway. You parted your lips to speak, but before you could he was walking toward you with his eyes locked on your poorly hidden hands.

“You…” he started, eyes flickering in surprise when he looked over to see the knife on the floor and the red dots leading to where you sat. “You are hurt?”

“no,” you said automatically, shaking your head as you attempted to think of anything to get out of the situation. It was awful enough you ruined his surprise treat, he didn’t need to know you were one of the klutziest Hunters alive.

“You are,” he said with a finality that had you wanting the floor to swallow you whole. Rather than wait, Zayne leaned down slowly, reaching out to you even slower. Like you were some wounded animal ready to bolt.

“Love–”

“I don’t like to see you hurt,” he offered, barely above a whisper. His eyes lifted to your own for a brief moment before shifting back down to your wound. “Physically or otherwise.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, slowly easing the pressure on your hand and holding it out with a wince. It looked much worse than before, new and dried blood staining it almost entirely red.

Zayne didn’t panic. If anything, the sight made his gaze soften further.

“You’ll need some stitches,” he said, maintaining the same quiet tone as he observed. “May I?”

“It’ll hurt.”

He smiled slightly and you can’t help but weaken even more. “More than this does?”

He made a valid point.

It was why you were in the bathroom with him minutes later, avoiding your hand like the plague while he worked. He had offered to take you to the hospital to numb the area first, but the idea felt more mortifying. You didn’t need to broadcast your incompetence to his place of employment.

“...’m sorry.”

A huff from the doctor you managed to become engaged to.

“You have no reason to apologize.”

“But I ruined the—”

“You matter the most,” he said without hesitation. “No dessert in the world matters more than my wife.”

Your heart fluttered as the knot in your chest loosened.

“You called me your wife,” you said, tone airy.

He raised a brow, wrapping your hand securely before lifting it to his lips to press a kiss to the padding.

“Fiance is not a strong enough word, anymore. Don't you agree?”

[freakyleb]

"Why don't we switch roles?"

Caleb always wanted to try doing this but he hesitated thinking your comfort matters.

Right now you suggested the offer he always wanted. Why would he deny?

Next minute, you have him moaning and writhing underneath as you take him from above. Showing dominance all of a sudden that felt natural.

Moans of pleasures fill your ears as your walls clench around his girth.

Riding him for a while and hearing the sweet noises he make, you couldn't help but need to come.

A sharp hiss followed by a chocked moan escaped his lips when you tightened around him.

Both are so close and you're reaching for the pleasure.

The pace you're going is wild to chase the climax, you lost control. Two large hands grab yours hips holding your back from slumping as you come.

A cry of pleasure leaves your lips as you come in waves at the same time you feel his hot liquid gush into you.

Your body plops on his but you still move as he's making cute faces that are irresistible. "You're cute, Caleb. Do you know that," you boop his nose.

His lazy smile is the last thing you see before drifting into sleep.

[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ CRÈME

[SUM] — your boyfriend has the softest hands

[TAGS] — SMUT, fluff, college!au, nerd!zayne, grad student!zayne, established relationship, mention of caleb, male masturbation, piv, cowgirl, unprotected sex, creampie, softdom zayne, not proofread (is it ever?) 

[A/N] — when I met zayne’s coser at AX, the main thing I took away was his ability to maintain eye contact and his freakishly soft hands. and when I say soft, I mean SOFT. I’ve been zayne-rotted since then.  

the dessert cafe just off campus has become your favorite place. it was tucked between an old bookstore and a laundromat, some place small enough that the owner knows your orders before either of you reaches the counter. zayne claims he only comes because you insist dessert is “essential for academic performance”, but somehow he’s always the one reminding you when it’s been too long since your last visit. 

the sun began to set as you both shared slices of cake and quiet conversation, your spoon sneaking onto his plate often enough that he simply gave up and slid it closer to you. the shopkeeper watched from afar, a fond smile gracing her face at the sight of young love.

somewhere between teasing him about his future doctor handwriting and listening to him explain the cardiovascular system, your hand found his across the table. you absentmindedly trace your thumb over his fingers.

“...your hands are really soft,” you murmur.

he glances down at where you’re holding them, moving his fingers to interlace his fingers with yours. “is that surprising?”

“a little,” you smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “caleb’s hands are really rough.”

“caleb doesn’t take care of himself.”

“he’s an athlete,” you defended.

“an athlete who doesn’t moisturize,” he countered.

“maybe we should get him some hand cream.”

by the time the cafe announces it’s closing, neither of you are ready to leave. the walk back to your dorm is slow, your fingers intertwined the entire way. zayne carries your backpack despite your protests, occasionally brushing his thumb over your knuckles whenever the conversation falls into a comfortable silence.

when you reach the entrance of your dorm hall, you linger on the steps just for another minute.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“and every day after,” he said softly.

you lean up to press a soft kiss against his lips before slipping inside, waving goodbye as you sauntered upstairs. only once you were out of view did he turn home.

the walk back to his apartment is quieter than before, but his heart feels impossibly full. he replays the way you smiled at him over dessert, the warmth of your hand in his, and the offhand comment that made his cheeks flush.

your hands are really soft

he looks down at them with pink cheeks, flexing his fingers once before tucking them in his pockets. 

that night, he fell into his routine. make some tea to calm his nervous system, take a warm shower, decompress in bed and text you good night. 

and jerk off.

zayne wasn’t ashamed of masturbation by any means. it was a healthy stress reliever that was normal for a man his age to indulge in. well, he wasn’t sure if it was normal to indulge every single day…multiple times a day.

he squirted a generous amount of lotion onto his hand, groaning when the bottle made that pathetic wheezing sound that indicated it was nearing its end. he made a mental note to buy more tomorrow.

a groan vibrated in his chest as he spread the cold cream over the shaft of his cock. his other hand instinctively opened the private folder on his phone, exposing him to various pictures of you.

some of them were sweet, pictures of you smiling on the beach, sleeping in his arms, posing with a lollipop in your mouth. others were more lewd, a lingerie shot you sent him on a whim, you bent over a billiard table in that backless top, you on your knees smiling at the camera as you unbuckled his belt.

the sound of squelches began to fill the room as zayne thrusted up into his hand. he should’ve followed you into your dorm, should’ve invited you over. but he couldn’t, not when you had already had sex two nights ago.

zayne had a crazy high libido and he’s always been aware of it. you, on the other hand, seemed to be worn out by the second round. rather than pushing you beyond your limits, he resorted to masturbating every single day.

even as his release dripped down his hand, he couldn’t stop thrusting. pathetic moans and whimpers escaping his lips from the overstimulation as he buried his face in the pillows. the tip of his cock was scarlet red, not yet done.

---

“should we get the apple one or jasmine?” you asked, bringing both up to smell. 

“caleb likes apples,” zayne said. “I’ll take the jasmine.”

“wait, I want one! you guys can’t have matching hand creams without me,” you said, making zayne chuckle.

the small laugh made you grin, because even after all this time, getting zayne to genuinely laugh felt like a special achievement.

“you’re very determined to involve yourself in everything,” he said, placing the two creams in the basket.

“you say that like you don’t enjoy it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

your smile widened. “you didn’t deny it either.”

zayne simply looked away, but the faint curve of his lips gave him away.

the rest of the evening passed in the same comfortable rhythm. what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip turned into wandering through stores, stopping at little displays, sharing desserts from your favorite cafe, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. 

you found yourself smiling more than usual, mostly because of how easy it was to be with him. zayne had always been someone who carried himself with such calmness and responsibility, but moments like these reminded you that there was a softer side of him. one that only appeared when he was around people he trusted.

and you loved being one of those people.

by the time you left the shops, the sky has darkened and the air had turned cooler. without hesitation, zayne took the bags from your hands. 

“I can carry those,” you huffed.

“I know.”

“then why are you taking them?”

“because I want to.”

the answer was so simple, it left you speechless. nevertheless, you held on to zayne’s arm the whole way, insisting that it was somehow helping him. rather than walking you to your dorm, you suggested sleeping over at his place since it was closer (and you missed his bed). 

his apartment greeted you with the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla. zayne told you to make yourself comfortable while he put away the shopping trip.

you sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly doomscrolling through your phone. but after a while, an unsettling quiet settled over the apartment. zayne had been gone a little too long. you set your phone aside to go look for him.

kitchen? nope.

bathroom? nope.

patio? definite nope.

“zayne?” you called out, a faint prickle of concern tightening in your chest. you turned the corner toward his bedroom, relief washing over you when you noticed the light streaming into the hallway. but when you pushed the door open, the words caught in your throat.

zayne was sat at the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand and a discarded tube of jasmine hand cream by his side. he froze entirely once he saw you.

“I-I can explain…!” he breathed out.

“why were you…?” you trailed off in pure disbelief, gesturing vaguely. “I was literally just downstairs…!”

zayne immediately reached for the tissues on his nightstand, desperate to clean up and cover himself as you walked over to sit beside him. a dark crimson flush crept up his neck. he looked entirely exposed, caught in a wave of humiliation. 

“I am so sorry, my love,” he said quietly, shutting his eyes tightly as if he could block out the embarrassment.  “I should have been more mindful. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“zayne, if you were…in the mood…why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm.

“I didn’t want to force myself on you,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper.

your eyes widened. “force yourself? what do you mean?”

“we had sex three nights ago,” zayne said, his voice dropping to that controlled register. one he slowly began to develop from his pre-med classes. “I didn’t want to rush into it again if it made you uncomfortable.”

zayne’s cheeks were bright pink, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the predicament. “you’ve been jerking off because you think I don’t want to have sex with you?” you asked. 

“well…” he shifted, his gaze momentarily darting away. it was rare to see zayne, someone who was usually calm and collected, be absolute caught off guard.

“zayne, how will you know I don’t want to have sex with you if you don’t ask?” 

he went quiet at that, the silence stretching between you.

“or is it because…you’d rather use your hand than come to me?” you asked slowly, testing the waters.

“no, no…! definitely not,” he rushed to clarify. “I just— wouldn’t you get tired if I asked so often? my libido isn’t exactly…normal. between the stress of my studies and the intensity of my workouts, my testosterone and physical stamina are…high. it’s a physiological byproduct. I didn’t want you to feel like I was using you just to satisfy a biological urge.”

“well, that’s what communication is for,” you murmured, leaning in closer. you reached up, gently brushing a few stray hairs out of his face. “if it’s too much for me, I know I can tell you. then, we’ll figure out a way to move on from there. you don’t have to carry that entirely by yourself.”

realization slowly flooded zayne’s eyes. the defensive wall he’d built out of a misguided sense of chivalry slowly came crumbling down. he thought he had been protecting you, shielding you from his own desires, but all he was really doing was shutting you out.

“now, are you gonna let me help you? or are we just gonna sit here for the rest of the night?” you gave him a cheeky smile, letting your gaze drop suggestively. 

zayne let out a low, defeated sigh that sounded like surrender. but as you stood up to clear a path, your foot brushed against the small wastebasket beside his nightstand. a hollow, thud sound echoed in the quiet room. 

not one, but two full-sized, entirely empty and squeezed-flat lotion bottles fell on the floor. your eyes widened slightly, and as you looked up, you noticed another half-empty bottle sitting on his nightstand.

zayne has always been a clean person. considering these were still sitting in his waste bin, you knew that their use was recent.

“no wonder your hands are so soft,” you murmured, stepping between his knees. your hands came to rest on his shoulders. “perhaps we should start a lotion subscription?”

he groaned, his forehead meeting your stomach as he nuzzled into you. “I told you,” he muttered, pulling you closer. “my stamina is…considerable.”

“were you like this before me?” you asked, gently pushing him down on the bed as you straddled his lap. your hands made work on his pants, pulling his cock out. despite the embarrassment from earlier, he was still rock hard and dripping.

“no…” he breathed out. “you’ve ruined me, truly.”

a perverse sense of satisfaction bloomed in your chest. you had always known zayne held a soft spot for you, but realizing the sheer depth of your influence over him left you breathless. 

your sense of time blurred as clothes began to slip off and his hands started to roam your body. his touch felt like freshly fallen snow dusting over your skin. 

“zayne…” you gasped, slowly sliding down his cock. “you’re s-so deep…”

his hands interwined with yours, providing comfort and stability as you began to grind against him. the friction was immediate and hot. zayne lets out a low, ragged breath as his fingers tightened around yours.

“take your time, my love,” he murmurs, his voice thick and strained. you could feel his shaft throbbing inside, the tip brushing against your most sensitive spots. he shifts slightly, lifting his hips up to meet yours, burying himself to the hilt. “if you keep moving like that….I won’t be able to pace myself.”

a laugh bubbled from your throat. you lean down, your lips barely brushing against his. “I thought you said your stamina was considerable?”

“it is,” he growled, the teasing words striking a nerve.

zayne’s hands unlock from yours, sliding down to grip your hips with a firm, unyielding grip. he completely takes over the rhythm, lifting you up slightly before drawing you back down on him. an erotic squelch sound echoes from the slow, deep stroke.

“z-zayne…” you whimpered, your toes curling from the fullness of him stretching you completely.

the mattress squeaks beneath his rigorous thrusts. every movement is precise, aimed to reach even deeper than the last. his gaze locks onto yours, full of desperation and devotion.

“I love you,” he whispers, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of your hip, keeping you steady as his pace quicked. the steady slap of skin against skin filled the quiet room. “tell me if it’s too much. tell me to stop if you need to.”

“don’t stop,” you gasp, arching your back as his fingers traced up to map the curve of your spine, his soft hands leaving a trail of heat wherever they linger. “zayne, please…”

rather than using words, he seals his lips over yours, capturing your whimpers in a bruising kiss. the rhythm of his thrusts grew ragged as he drew you closer to the edge. 

zayne groans into your mouth as he pushed one last time, holding your hips down as he filled you up with his release. you followed soon after, your cunt clenching and milking him for all he’s worth. the essence of your release intertwined as it dripped onto the bedsheets below. 

slowly, the frantic breathing softened back into the quiet calm of the night.

zayne shifts beside you, carefully moving to tuck you against his chest. he pulls the heavy duvet up over your shoulders to shield you from the cold. his breathing is still a little shallow, but his intense, dark gaze from before melted into quiet devotion.

“are you alright?” he murmured.

“why? you want another round?” you teased, making a chuckle rumble from his chest. “I’m okay.”

his hand, still soft and warm, begins a slow, soothing path along your spine. you hum contentedly, shifting closer until your leg rested over his. “sleep. I’m right here,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

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{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}

[freakyleb]

"Why don't we switch roles?"

Caleb always wanted to try doing this but he hesitated thinking your comfort matters.

Right now you suggested the offer he always wanted. Why would he deny?

Next minute, you have him moaning and writhing underneath as you take him from above. Showing dominance all of a sudden that felt natural.

Moans of pleasures fill your ears as your walls clench around his girth.

Riding him for a while and hearing the sweet noises he make, you couldn't help but need to come.

A sharp hiss followed by a chocked moan escaped his lips when you tightened around him.

Both are so close and you're reaching for the pleasure.

The pace you're going is wild to chase the climax, you lost control. Two large hands grab yours hips holding your back from slumping as you come.

A cry of pleasure leaves your lips as you come in waves at the same time you feel his hot liquid gush into you.

Your body plops on his but you still move as he's making cute faces that are irresistible. "You're cute, Caleb. Do you know that," you boop his nose.

His lazy smile is the last thing you see before drifting into sleep.