#zayne x reader

[liztuxiemacks]

Zayne's impressive pull-ups

When Zayne wants to impress MC but she's not looking.

[darlingyus]

“I still can't believe that you managed to lose your voice too,” you comment, pressing a soft peck to Zayne's burning forehead as you wrap the duvet tighter around your tangled bodies. You frown upon realising that his temperature hasn't faltered since you last checked it, hoping the medicine he's taken will take effect soon.

“I love you, you know that, right?” he whispers fondly, his voice barely audible over the dulcet pitter-patter of the rain falling outside your window. His eyes are soft at the edges as he peers at you, the area around his nose tinted a bright red from the number of times he's abused it with the tissues that now lay in a pile next to him. Yet, even in this disheveled state, you almost want to groan at how beautiful Zayne looks.

As if saying it once isn't enough, Zayne's hands reach under the duvet aimlessly until they find yours, interlocking your fingers together as he brings them up to his lips. He presses a delicate kiss to each of your knuckles before mumbling, “I love you so, so much.”

The sensation of his lips brushing against your fingers sends jolts through your chest, your heart warming at how gentle he is with you even after all this time.

“I love you too, but please stop talking because it's not going to make your voice any better,” you scold, taking notice of the growing scratchiness evident in his voice. The irony of having to lecture a doctor about taking care of himself isn't lost on you, but Zayne doesn't seem particularly inclined to listen.

“If you think me losing my voice is somehow going to stop me from saying how much I love you, you're wrong.”

[snoevergarden]

Loser Daughter

A Medical Banquet where well renowned doctors from everywhere will be attending, an event Zayne will be attending himself as well. You being his fiance were to naturally attend as his plus one. In all honesty, Zayne wasn't a big fan of such fancy banquets and events and he could've very well avoided not attending this event as well. The only reason he was attending was because he was to present a speech about his recent discovery in Cardiology and Zayne was to receive an award as well. Something he got to know about a week prior to the event and the first person to know after was you. The overwhelming feeling of pride you felt was beyond anything. You were more excited than he was and to him that was his greatest joy.

The banquet was a large one and quite fancy at that. Almost everyone seemed to know Zayne. Only this time some of their expressions contorted into a very surprised one when he introduced his plus one as his fiance. “Never thought I'd get to see the day where Zayne would introduce his fiance to us.” One of his old classmates, who was also a very well known surgeon, from his college said followed by a shove from his own wife. “I was almost worried that he'd end up alone.” Dr. Noah, Zayne's superior said as took a sip of his drink. You noticed the shade of crimson his ears turned, a shy smile on his face and his hand resting on your waist. He felt proud to present you as his fiance to everyone in this room, you could see it in his eyes. He was never one to walk up to people at events and initiate a conversation, but this time he conversed with everyone just for the sake of making them known of your very presence.

It was time for the speech. Zayne had already left you a few minutes ago with a soft kiss on your cheek to prepare. You see him walk up to the stage and stand before the podium. The hall became quiet as he started to speak. His demeanor shifted and you see him talk about each and every aspect of his research meticulously. Not an ounce of anxiety or nervousness to be found, no imperfections. He was talking about something which was complex and not easily understandable by you, and yet you were mesmerized.

“Dr. Zayne really does live up to his name.” You heard someone say in a hushed tone from behind. “He is the youngest Cardiac Surgeon and has already achieved so much.” “I heard he went to medical college at only fourteen years old.” You shift your focus back to Zayne and see him receiving the prestigious award. Applause erupted from around you, yours being the loudest you hoped. Seeing him making such extraordinary achievements, filled your chest with pride. You were beyond happy for him and yet... Something weighed on your chest.

After the award ceremony, you saw Zayne getting praises and compliments from his seniors and superiors. A pat on his back, a shake of his hand, you saw how happy he was. This was his moment. But you suddenly felt so far away from him. As if there were a great distance between you two. Zayne was extraordinary there was no doubt about that. He worked his life off at a young age and has accomplished so much. But you? What have you achieved? Do you even deserve to stand beside him? No. You shouldn't think like this, not tonight, not now. This was his moment and he deserves every bit of it. But somewhere in the back of your mind the voices kept mocking you. Look at him and look at you.

The newly achieved award sits among the collection of awards and crests he has achieved. Every single one of them was a result of his hard work, these were his achievements. You could only dream of achieving even one crest in your life.

You weren't the golden child of your parents nor did you ever win a prize at school. In fact, you always felt like the dumb child at school. You always failed to understand the simplest of parts and got on with average grades while your sister made your parents proud each and every year. You always envied the students who got badges and medals while you stood there watching them, imagining what it would be like to for once in your life get something like them. To get applause from the teachers and students. You could only imagine.

You never felt smart nor did you feel like anything special. You struggled with everything you showed interest in. Anything you tried would result in a mess. Sometimes even creativity mocked you by blocking your thoughts and ideas. There would always be someone better than you. That constant thought broke you down so many times, you lost count now.

And now a new thought emerged. What does Zayne see in you? Why did he choose you? Why did he? When he could've been with someone so much better. Someone smarter and special, a better match for him. Better compatibility too maybe. You started to feel self conscious. Not because of him no, this isn't his fault, not at all. You were the problem. He was nothing but an encouraging, doting and loving partner who always catered to you needs.

You start to become distant. A dampened mood all the time, lost appetite and drained energy. Your thoughts were consuming you and you just became tired of everything. Zayne noticed it all too well for you were pushing him away, building a wall between you unconsciously.

Conversations with him got shorter, you went to bed early and slept maintaining a distance. It was as if you were drifting away from him. He knew you better than yourself sometimes, something that made you fall in love with him deeper because all you ever wanted was to be seen.

It was almost three in the morning when he woke up to an empty bed, your warmth gone from beside him. He found you in the living room sitting before the floor-to-ceiling window, moonlight illuminating your face. “Why are you awake?” His presence startled you causing you to jump a little. “Nothing. I just couldn't sleep,” you said quietly. He noticed your puffy and tired eyes and the slight tear stains on your cheek. “Cmon let's go.” You started to get up and walk past him when his hand caught on to your arm turning you to face him. “I need you to answer me honestly,” he said. Hazel green eyes looking intently into yours. His hands held tightly both of your arms so you wouldn't slip past him. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You looked down and your body started shaking.

“I'm such a loser Zayne.”

A thumb brushes over your hand as you hold his hand and let your tears fall. He wipes them away gently and gives your palm a gentle squeeze. “Why do you love me?,” you ask him through quiet sobs. “I'm such a loser.”

“It hurts me that you think of yourself in such a way, that you think so less of the one person I love so much.” His eyes soften, a hint of sadness evident in them. “You are so talented and special, you deserve someone better.”

When you confided in Zayne about how you felt, the emotions you bottled up to the point of self loathing, he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten at the thought that you were feeling this way and disappointed at himself that you had to keep this away from him, that you didn't feel safe enough.

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He said brushing his fingers over your cheek. “I see someone who finds joy even in the most mundane and simplest of things. Someone who never gives up and gives her all in every thing she does.” He takes your hand and places a soft kiss on your fingers. “You are the reason I find ease at times when things become difficult. Your encouragement is what keeps me going and gives me strength when I'm not confident in myself. You inspire me.” Your eyes were so tired from crying and yet tears start welling up in them again. “I love you because of not what you have or have not achieved. My love is not something that is reciprocated based on such matters. I love you because of who you are, the very reason for my achievements. You are my greatest achievement.” You close your eyes as his lips softly press against yours. He brushes away your tears and tastes them on your lips.

“And who says you haven't achieved anything. Academic achievements aren't the only ones. There are all sorts of achievements in life so much more important. You've achieved so much, you just fail to see them.” His words put you at ease and make you feel safe. “And you're not dumb, not to me or anyone. You're smarter than you think,” he whispers. “You see the world with such simplicity that complex things become easy when I face them with you. You notice the littlest of things that no one else does. You are special. You are very special to me.”

“The girl I love is different in the best way possible, so please don't put her down so easily. You are not a loser. You are unique.”

You bury your face in his chest. How can a person love you this much and think of you as if you were a star in the night sky?

“I love you and I want you to love you too.”

⤷ Not proofread. I just wanted to finish it. I feel like the last bit is badly written but I tried my best really. No hate to this please, I was feeling really down and ended up finally getting this out of my mind by writing it. This has been in my mind for a while now. I've been feeling like I'm not a good writer or write anything good. Hope you all like this.

[always-just-red]

hiii this is @snoozer-crow !!!! i saw your reblog of soft intimacy one-liners and i wanted to make a request if that's okay!!! no pressure though, take your time if you're busy!!!!

i was thinking either "Please don't hide yourself from me." with caleb or "You can lean on me, I don't mind." with zayne would be really good!!! whichever you're feeling most! thank you so much!!! <3333

Aaaaa hiiii! 💕 Thank you for the prompt! Decided to give some TLC to poor Zayne, to make up for all the times I've subjected him to Raf and Sy's nonsense. This got a teensy bit suggestive at the end. Snuck up on me honestly but what can you do! I wash my hands of it, I don't control him 😮‍💨

For Your Own Good

Zayne x Reader(gn!)

Summary: You plan a little surprise for your infuriatingly perfect doctor.

| Genre: Fluff | Word count: 1k | Masterlist | Taglist |

“You know… you can lean on me sometimes. I don’t mind.”

The platitude had been offered as Zayne speared a blueberry with his fork— chasing around his plate the sweeter elements of his breakfast with all the concentration of a game of Operation. He’d paused at your voice; he could be tweezers-deep in a chest cavity— warm or plastic— and still pause for that voice.

“I lean on you all the time,” he’d smiled, then pushed the blueberry into his mouth. It was chewed on pensively. Swallowed slowly. “I can’t imagine a day without you by my side. Your spirit, your strength… they are as essential to me as—”

“Sugar?” you’d asked as he dropped another lump of the stuff into his coffee.

His spoon had twirled, clinking the inside of his mug. “I was going to say ‘oxygen’, but yes.”

He’d leant over the table and kissed you, sweet for sugared fruit, and chaste with the innocence forced upon you by a morning routine. By the time you’d realised his hands were moving, collecting up plates, it was too late to stop them. “Ah, no. Zayne, let me. You don’t have to—”

A second kiss, and he’d pressed a smirk to your lips with a whispered: “Nonsense.”

That was the final straw, you’d decided, as he pulled away and moved to the sink. The tap was twisted, gushing over sickly-sticky crockery, and you’d thought to yourself: enough is enough.

So now you’re lying in wait. Well, sitting on the edge of your dining room table, in the midst of a scheme you’re calling 'an intervention’, so you won’t feel bad about the text.

You glance at your phone. You’d sent the text… half an hour ago? Zayne will be home any minute.

Perfect.

Piled around you is an indulgent spread of desserts: a collection from every one of Zayne’s favourite patisseries, all of which, conveniently, had very credible Wanderer sightings over the course of your afternoon patrol. Cakes, fluffy with buttercream. Soft, gooey cookies, and stacks of macarons.

The French toast this morning was vaguely respectable. This? Is something sprung from the imagination of a child with a sweet tooth, and unfettered access to crayons. It might actually land Zayne back in the hospital you’ve conspired so brilliantly to snatch him away from.

But it’s worth the risk. It’s been a long week, and your doctor is stubborn.

You pluck up one of the macarons and nibble on it as you wait— a selfless contribution to Zayne not ending up comatose on the floor of your home tonight. You’re not sure what he’s going to go for first. You, hopefully, but you wouldn’t put money on it. Fuck, these are good.

You’re an altruist, a martyr, and you’re about to go in for another one when the door flies open.

“Love,” Zayne gasps out, starved for breath, “I came as quickly as I could. What is it? What’s the… matter…?”

Hazel eyes slip down. Frost is crawling up from where his hand is wrapped around the doorknob; his body isn’t quite convinced you’re not in terrible danger yet. But… it’s catching up, bit by bit, as he takes in you. The cakes. You. The pastries. You. The macarons. The cookies. You.

The frost cracks like a leaf underfoot when the seasons turn cold— without any ceremony. His hand comes away from the door, flexing and warming as his loyalty is tested. “You called the hospital.”

“I did.”

“Said it was a matter of life and death.”

“It is.” You lean forward, hands gripped to the table for balance. “Death by… chocolate. Death by cake. Death by chocolate cake.”

Three heartbeat’s worth of betrayal as Zayne looks over the chocolate cake in question. Four. Five. “That,” he considers, with the ebbing tide of his professionalism, “is known to be a particularly aggressive condition. Incurable.”

He shrugs his jacket from his shoulders.

“And the studies?” you ask as he loosens his tie.

He’s walking towards you. “Extensive. Conclusive.”

With the first sigh he’s allowed himself all day, he steps between your legs and rests his forehead against yours. It’s slightly damp with sweat, and when you place your hand over his chest, his heart is still slowing down from its sprint. “You okay?” you chuckle, shifting back so you can peel strands of plastered hair from his face.

He nods, placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then slumping into the crook of your neck. “Mm. Tired.”

“You didn’t have to run all the way from—”

“No. Tired from everything. Not the run. It’s… been a long week.”

And you’ve got your sources at Akso. You stroke the back of Zayne’s head— slow scratches, trailing down from his scalp— and try not to fidget when his breath tickles the sensitive spot below your ear.

This is a serious moment. Don’t ruin it. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay.”

You’re having to bite your lip now. It really tickles.

A deliberate huff of warm air against you, and you cave, giggling, though the sound catches as Zayne’s hands close around your arms. No escape. No squirming away, or putting even an inch of distance between you. Warm breath becomes hot lips, right on the spot that makes your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Zayne…”

When he pulls back, he’s smug. Recompense for the heart attack you gave him; long overdue, and not even close to a satisfactory payment. Gradually, holding your gaze, he kisses his way down your body— your jaw, your neck, the last of your skin peeking out from your shirt, then lower, still. Easy and self-indulgent, but he ends up on his knees regardless.

His thumb is feathering over your ankle. He leans in.

“Ah, no, Zayne, you don’t have to—”

“Nonsense.”

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[seagodbride]

i want to write zayne smut so bad but i feel like he’s the hardest to write out of all of them </3 if anyone wanna share their zayne hcs feel free to do so i would love to read and gain some ideas!

[warmlyregarded]

✉️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ an appointment with dentist!zayne

dentist!zayne who asks if your teeth have been bothering you lately. his green eyes hold your gaze with sincerity as you share your concerns.

"okay, i'll take a look," he says, as his hand wraps around your arm, guiding you to sit back in the examination chair. his thumb brushes back and forth reassuringly before he lets go.

dentist!zayne whose head is intimately close to yours as he examines your teeth. zayne is laser-focused. if not for the mask covering his face, you're sure you would feel the warmth of his breath as he exhales.

you try your best to steady your breathing. avoid eye contact. but every so often his eyes drift to yours and you have no choice but to look back.

dentist!zayne lets out small hums and short sounds as he looks at your teeth. you can't tell if it's approval or confusion. some of them even border on disappointment. he spends a particularly long time staring at the roof your mouth.

dentist!zayne has his fingers in your mouth. of course he's just doing his job, but your brain has a hard time distinguishing that. he'll poke and prod with his tools before re-adjusting, and each time it feels like his fingers are reaching deeper.

"is this okay?" he'll murmur, as if you could actually respond to him, and proceed with the check-up regardless.

dentist!zayne takes his sweet, sweet time. you try your best to stay still, but you're really starting to wonder if there's something that messed up with your teeth.

the impatience causes your mouth to shift and your tongue to brush along the length of his finger. your eyes widen at the accident, but zayne doesn't pull away.

instead, he shifts his thumb flat against your tongue and forcefully presses down.

"i need you to stay still, miss."

dentist!zayne uses this moment to touch your mouth even more. his fingers open your jaw and stretch your lips to the side. he sets down one of his tools and slots two fingers between your cheek and teeth, pulling the skin outwards to get a good look at the back.

zayne even presses his fingertips against your gums, running his touch slowly along the tops of your teeth. the movement sends chills down your spine.

dentist!zayne makes you wonder if this type of examination is even necessary.

dentist!zayne isn't even looking at your teeth anymore. he's looking at you. the desperate way in which you try and look at anything but him. the quickness of your breathing. zayne is enamored, and he wonders just how far he could go before you stop him.

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ author's note: went to the dentist this week and then my finger slipped!

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[generalseagoil]

I want to be on Dr zaynes freezing cold operating table, in his nearly silent OR, surrounded by confusing, intimidating machines I don't understand, under blinding flourescent lights, waiting for him to open me up so viscerally that if he's not careful he'll kill me. I want him so in control over me, so far in me, that his black nitrile gloves are reaching inside my thoracic cage.

But it'll be ok, because I won't remember any of it. I won't feel any of it. I want the last thing I see to be him at the head of the table, surgical mask on. Blocking out those lights that give the OR an otherworldly glare and casting me in a dark shadow that makes my skin crawl with terror. But he's going to be the one I latch on to, even if he scares me. I'm going to look into those piercing, dominating eyes boring holes into my fear, my instinctive resistance and cling to the words that come out of his mouth.

He's going to slip a mask over my face and tell me to breathe as he holds it there. A small mercy that lets me stay close to him, as he tells me to count backwards from 99.

[blueberrytrickster]

Sex Ban Pt. 2 (Drabble; LADS)

NSFW, 18+

Description: You put the LIs on a sex ban. Can they tease their way out of it? (Pt. 1: The LIs put you on a sex ban.)

WC: 1.4k

Apologies anon that this took a hot minute; I hope Pt. 1 & 2 at least somewhat fulfill the request! 😅 Enjoy, mwah!

- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)

Xavier Seems unfazed but his eye has been twitching for a week LMAO. Quietly and privately losing his whole damn mind. Any mission you go on during this time he’s INTENSELY refraining from ripping your clothes off and going crazy town riGHT THERE. He can’t focus on plotting against you because his STAR is too fucking pretty, cute, an angel and he can’t stop thinking about pinning your knees beside your head—making you scream his name. HOWEVER…eventually…once at least a FRACTION of the horny dissipates, he starts plotting. Rather than use himself against you, he’ll use your own desires that he knows ALL too well against you. (Yes, yes, they’re HIS desires, too, but you get the point.) Randomly, sitting on the couch, he’ll grip the hair at the nape of your neck/your neck itself and pull you into his chest, giving a soft kiss to your forehead, he’ll squeeze your thighs, rub small circles into your palm, kiss your cheek (slowly, TOO fuckin’ slow…), and for the kicker, he’ll randomly nuzzle into your neck with soft hums, that is until he’s licking a slow stripe up your neck, “X-Xav—h-hey—!” “Don’t you miss the feeling of my tongue, Starlight?” “I know I miss the feeling of you under my tongue…” You’re weak as fuck for this man RIP. When he starts to actually kiss your neck, you’re already panting, chest heaving. With a small bite on your neck, he grabs your hand and guides it toward his lap, mumbling into your skin, “Feel just how much, Star…” COOKED. You’re cooked. Good luck ig.

Rafayel On his knees begging screaming crying hiccuping gasping PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE…okay, jokes aside…bro is losing his mind if you put him on a sex ban. For a hot minute, he can’t even think of revenge or teasing you because he’s DYING. Not even necessarily because of no sex, he’s DYING because it means less touch/contact/closeness with his beautiful bride in general. When he finALLY can (SORT OF) lock in, he’s determined to be as EVIL as possible. Painting in his studio shirtless, wiping excessive paint off and onto his abs, constantly visiting you straight out of the shower with a towel low on his hips, tracing small circles on your thighs and back when sitting on the couch together, keeping his voice consistently in that lower pitch just to fuck with you… “Come on, cutie. I know you miss me, hm?”

Zayne EVIL…evil, evil, evil, SO EVIL…absolutely locked in. Determined to get you to break your ban rather than he beg in any way. Gotta tame the brat, yk? Halfway through you’re like UH-OH…I fear…I’ve made a mistake... My repressed horny king is 100% going on extra runs because a) seeing him panting and sweaty fucks your whole day up, b) it helps reduce his burning lust. The little smile he wears when he walks in and sees your face is just U G H. He ENJOYS watching you regret your decision, but eventually his determination only increases yours and you play right back into the situation, persistent in doing the things you know drive him crazy. Swiping his cheek/bottom lip with your thumb (teehee when he gets a sweet treat on his lips and you wipe it off/lick your own thumb), touch his chest any time you can...and one day after a long shift, without a word you rub his shoulders, sliding down to his chest and loosening his tie, quickly noticing the tent he’s pitching. Despite reaching lower and lower, you ignore it, only to slide back up to his chest, the tips of your fingers grazing his nipples—DETERMINED to get this man to AT LEAST utter the word 'please', “Sweetheart…I-I—” “Hm?” “Please…” SUCCESS!!! “Please, what?” “Darling…” “Please, what?” “I’ve missed you…” You stay silent—smug, and he sighs deeply while you continue to massage his traps, “Please…touch me.” Learning a thing or two from him, “Not yet, handsome. Let me hear you beg first.” The groan that would sound from his throat would send me inTO ORBIT WOWIEEE!!!

Sylus OH MY GOD. Also e v i l like Zayne—cute about it, though. He would act like hmph, no biggie—because honestly, it isn’t. He doesn’t need sex per se, he just needs to be with you. Bro is so beyond devoted he doesn’t care and is just waiting for you to crack because he thinks it’s cUTE. He makes this ban of yours AWFUL by just constantly being a snarky ass about it/always bringing it up/making sly comments. “You seem tense, kitten. Is there anything I can do to help?” Wrapping his arms around you from behind, “Awh, sweetie, you feel like you’re burning up. What about a cold shower, hm? We could take one together.” When you shove him off to grumble and walk away he laughs that DELICIOUS laugh. He does not have to actively try to get you to break, he knows you’ll do it on your own. REE!!! Lying down for the night, you toss and turn, unable to sleep—you know he’s awake considering his bizarre schedule, but he’s always more than happy to just lie by your side. Without warning, you’re quickly flipping over and crawling into his lap, pressing your lips to his, “Hmph—mmm—giving up, are you, kitten?” “Ngh—shut up—” You tug at his briefs, “Help me—” “Yes, Miss Hunter. As you wish…” His smirk is DEVIOUS, but…he’s losing it when you’re the one to grip his cock and sink down onto him—loving when you take control. (Still has to be an ass, “S'needy, kitten. Remind me why you did this again?” AAHHH!!!)

Caleb Also like Raf, BEGGING NO NO NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE…but also has his lock in moment. When he does, he’s a sICK BASTARD FUCK OH MY GOD. Ultimately though, in a really funny jokey way that’s hot but also too goofy not to giggle at. Randomly drops to the ground to do push-ups in front of you. (I’M GONNA SIT ON HIM AND MAKE HIM COUNT THEM OUT.) Works out extra, sweaty/shirtless, teasing you by threatening you with a bear hug so he can rub his sweat all over you. (Kill me.) Okay...stick with me…I feel like he’s working out in those tiny workout shorts (AAHHH, no shirt obviously) (has NO underwear on) and is coming to find you ASAP, plopping down next to you on the couch, “Caleb! Off! You’re sweaty, don’t you—!” He puts an arm around your shoulders with a smile, “What?” His smile only grows when you stare at his slick with sweat chest/abs. THEN...when your eyes drop to his lap he uses his free hand to stroke his already hard dick through his shorts, your eyes practically bulging out of your head when he grips the base and shakes lightly, “Don’t you miss me?” (Actually send me to an asylum please and thank you.)

Valko Simialr strategy to Caleb, get shirtless, sweaty, and look HOT. If bro is in a rut/heat though, he’s getting on his knees and begging you to let him mating press you IMMEDIATELY. (I’m folding.) Aside from that, he’s doing his best to play it c o o l. Big bad wolf has it under control, totally. He’s not even tRYINg to tease you with his hard dick, he just can’t NOT be hard next to you on the couch, your scent filling his senses. He’s nuzzling your neck, trying to control the buck of his hips toward you, “Pup…” “Mm, puppy…” Just whining random nonsense and pet names into your neck, “Baby…you know how bad I want you. I know you want me, too. Whaddya say, hm?” His voice is so smooth you’re beYOND tempted to crack but hold firm anyway, the whining almost too enjoyable. In a playful way (with just a tiNGE of meanness), “When you finally give this up, I hope you know I’m going to make sure you can’t walk...” The next morning, off to work reluctantly, he dawns your FAVORITE suit of his, the one that hugs each of his muscles JUST RIGHT, “Pup, I won’t be back until later.” Eyes wide you’re ready to invite him straight back into bed, and he can see that—CAN SENSE IT. So, just to fuck with you, “I love you, pancake. Don’t wait up, hm?” (Once he’s gone, you text him the most heinous offer you can think of, pics attached, and bro is RUSHING to get back inside the house ASAP. He keeps his promise of ensuring you can’t walk.)

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