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More College AU Hunter Husky (that's what I've decided I'm calling them) because there's a niche and I need to fill it. Caleb x Reader x Zayne throuple (Hunter Husky) fluffy drabble

Your eyes could barely stay open as the old lecturer droned on and on about something you had already learned about in the online reading, going over information you had heard a million times before. You kept glancing at the time on your phone, wishing that the minutes could pass by quicker and you could get out of this stuffy lecture hall faster. You had resorted to doodling in your notebook, covering the pages with puppies and hearts and little snowmen.

Not much longer now. The thought kept repeating in your head, just barely keeping you awake, but definitely not alert.

When the lecturer began his closing spiel, reminding the students of the essay due at the end of the week—the one you had already submitted—you threw your things into your bag and escaped as soon as you could. Without much thought, your feet carried you briskly towards the dorm building, up the many flights of stairs (the elevator was old and unreliable), and right to the door of your boyfriends' dorm.

You barely got the chance to knock before the door was swinging open with far too much force. You were pulled into a tight hug by a pair of strong arms, the door being kicked shut behind you.

"3:05." Zayne said from his desk, looking at his watch. "Right on time. Caleb has been sitting at the door since your class got out."

You giggled, letting yourself be plopped down onto the dorm's bed by Caleb, who sat right by you, unwilling to let you go now that he had you.

"Well, thanks to you, I'm always on time now." You replied to Zayne, resting your head against Caleb's chest. Zayne hummed as if he didn't believe you, closing his textbook and swivelling his chair around so he was facing where his two partners were seated.

Caleb practically purred at your affection, just as he usually did, resting his cheek against the top of your head, nuzzling against your skin with a warm sigh. "Why do you have to go to class?" He mumbled, his words moist against your skin, causing you to shiver in response. "You should just stay here with us."

"Zayne goes to class, too!" You tried to protest, only to be pulled down onto the mattress against him.

"Ok, and? Zayne shouldn't go to class either." He scoffed.

"And you should." Zayne's voice was firm, but not unkind. Caleb knew that no matter how many times he irritated his boyfriend, Zayne would never be unkind to him. He was always reasonable and level-headed, just what he needed to counterbalance himself. "How are you going to pass your finals if you don't go to class?"

"That's easy," Caleb laughed, patting the space on the bed beside you as a gesture for him to join the cuddle pile. "I'm naturally gifted, of course."

"You might be naturally gifted, but I don't know if you're that smart." You teased, snuggling back into Zayne as he joined the both of you.

"I'll show you naturally gifted!" Caleb laughed, practically lunging at you, pressing kisses all over your face as you squirmed between your boyfriends.

"Caleb-" Zayne sighed, only to be met with the same fate as you.

Caleb was just as excitable as a puppy, except quite a lot larger than one, and so you were almost crushed underneath him as he planted wet kisses and licks all over you and Zayne, his eyes closed in delight, so he often missed your faces and instead collided with your head or your ears or your neck. You rolled over, trying to shield yourself against Zayne's chest, his arms wrapping around you like a protective shield.

"When did we let this mutt into the room?" Zayne asked, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"We didn't have a choice!" You squealed as Caleb nibbled at your neck, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. Eventually, he gave up, instead resigning himself to lying on top of you and Zayne.

The three of you fit together like a puzzle piece, even in a position as unconventional as the one you were in right now. Limbs tangled together, hearts beating, breath so close you couldn't tell who's was who's. This was where you loved being—surrounded by warmth and love, being at peace knowing that this little fraction of the world belonged to just you three, and you would savour it for as long as you possibly could.

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Caleb x MC x Zayne Modern College AU

is there a ship name for this trio? snowy apple hunter? hunter husky (bc huskies are snow dogs idk) whatever they're my fave trio sorry if this is all over the place its only lightly proofread

Caleb, being 3 years older than you, was already in college by the time you started your first year. You weren't in the same course—he was studying aerospace engineering—and yet somehow he applied for a first-year class in your course. All his teachers praised him for broadening his educational horizons, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes whenever he was complimented. He was beloved by all the staff and the students, and you wished you could say you didn't understand why, but you did. He was charming and sociable and interacted with everyone he could. And, of course, he was criminally attractive. In lectures, he would lean against your shoulder, look at your notes, and doodle on your pages. Your notebooks were filled with little drawings of puppies and apples and, of course, you.

Both of you lived on campus in the same building, so it made study sessions a lot easier. You went to his room to study since it was nicer, and only then did you realise that all of those times he was talking about his annoying roommate, he was talking about Zayne, your old childhood friend.

When you first entered Caleb's dorm room, you were almost in shock. "Zayne?" You asked, your eyes narrowing. "Caleb! You didn't tell me your roommate was Zayne!" You slapped Caleb in the chest hard enough for him to let out a little 'oof'.

Zayne looked up from his medical textbooks with a small smile as he heard your voice. You hadn't seen him in years, and yet it felt like nothing had changed in the way he looked at you. "Hm, it seems Caleb was keeping me as a dirty little secret." Zayne joked, his humour blunt and delivered straight-faced.

"Hey!" Caleb protested loudly. "Not my fault. I didn't know if pips would remember you. You're pretty forgettable."

Zayne just rolled his eyes, clearly used to Caleb's antics after being roommates for a couple of years. "Sure. Just admit you don't like seeing other men interacting with them."

"Hey- Wha-" Caleb stumbled over his words as you snorted out a laugh. Caleb had always been pretty overprotective of you, especially when it came to anything regarding potential suitors. In high school, many people asked Caleb if you and he were dating. Sometimes he said yes, sometimes he said no, but you weren't looking to date. Zayne had been the only one to contest Caleb's overprotective ways, and since then, the two of them had been in a silent competition when it came to getting your attention. Despite being competitive, they were very close friends, and everyone at college knew it.

Now that the three of you were in college and all close again, their competitive nature only got worse.

Between his own studying, Zayne would offer to tutor you and help you with your school work. He always sat close to you, leaning over your shoulder to look at the papers or laptop in front of you, his knee bumping into your under the desk. He never said it outwardly, but you sometimes caught his fond looks out of the corner of your eye as you focused on your work.

Before you managed to be completely swept away by Zayne, Caleb would step in, dragging you out to watch him play basketball. He was, of course, the captain of the team, and infuriatingly good at the sport. Every single time he scored, he pointed to you in the stands, a cocky grin on his face. He knew you at least found him attractive—I mean, who didn't?—but he could tell your affections were split.

This led to many late night confrontations between the roommates. Caleb felt like he was the only one who could be with you—he had been that way since you were kids. Zayne, on the other hand, felt that you deserved more than a ditzy jock, even though he knew Caleb was anything but ditzy. You couldn't walk into their dorm without feeling the suffocating tension lingering in the air.

You had eventually had enough, sitting them down and making them explain why they were acting so weird now. Neither of them would talk. Caleb pouted, his arms crossed against his chest, and Zayne seemed to be more interested in his hands. You managed to get the truth out of them eventually, and the looks of shame that were on their faces were almost comical.

You basically gave them an ultimatum. You wouldn't date only one of them, because they took up the same amount of space in your heart. It was either all or nothing. Surprisingly, Caleb was the first one to take you up on that offer. In his mind, having some of you was better than having none of you. Not one to be outdone—or to deny the pleading faces of you and Caleb—Zayne decided to give it a try.

It was a little awkward at first. All three of you had to relearn how to operate with each other, but with time, the relationship flourished. The three of you clicked easily as both friends and lovers. At first, Zayne was unsure of doing anything romantic or touchy with Caleb. He was in this relationship for you, after all. But Caleb made it very easy to love him. He was bubbly and cheerful, and always made sure to be respectful of Zayne's boundaries. Sitting close turned into holding hands, which turned into cuddling, which then turned into kissing. All three of you were very comfortable with each other within just a couple of months.

Caleb and Zayne's dorm became your second home, and you spent enough time there that your roommate thought you had moved out of your own dorm. You'd spend hours with the both of them, studying, watching movies, fooling around, etc.

Friday night basketball became an important event not just for Caleb, but for you and Zayne, too. Caleb now included both of you in his goal celebrations, blowing a kiss into the stands as you applauded him. His team was well aware of their captain's partners, since you often dragged Zayne to watch Caleb train. At first, they thought you were just Caleb's partner when you came alone, but when you started bringing Zayne, they were all very confused. That confusion somewhat disappeared when Caleb kissed both of you on the cheek before returning to training.

He liked to put on a show when you were watching him, taking his shirt off and claiming he was 'too hot', hogging the ball from his teammates, and posing dramatically just to make you laugh.

"What a showoff." Zayne would scoff, shaking his head, although his eyes didn't stray far from his boyfriend, bounding around the court like an overgrown puppy. "It's actually quite infuriating."

"Infuriating?" You laughed. "You don't have to stay and watch."

"And leave you here all alone with him? No way." It was a flimsy excuse, and Zayne knew it, but he wasn't going to admit his affection for your boyfriend in public.

Further into your college career, around a year into dating, Zayne had to take a medical placement that meant he wasn't around a lot, and if he was, then he was far too exhausted to keep up with you and Caleb. Caleb had boundless energy, and you tended to match his excitement most of the time, and Zayne couldn't bring himself to do much more than sleep when he got home from his placement.

He entered the dorm late one night, seeing you and Caleb curled up on the two small dorm beds that had been pushed together to make one, and something inside of him just broke. He was tired, and he knew he hadn't been making enough time for his partners, and the guilt crept up on him.

He flopped down onto the bed, not even bothering to change, and he buried himself against you, letting out a long sigh against your neck. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his body heavy against the fluffy blankets.

"Sorry for what?" Caleb asked, his arm slinging over you to include Zayne in his embrace.

"Being away so much."

"Being away? Zayne, you're fine. You're busy with placement. You can't become a doctor without finishing your course, and you can't finish your course without placement." You tutted, cupping his cheek. "It might be tricky for a little while, but we don't love you any less."

"Mhm," Caleb nodded, patting the small of Zayne's back. "And hey, this weekend we can stay in the dorm and sleep and watch movies and do whatever you want."

He chuckled quietly, his breath hot against your skin. "Mmh... I love you guys." He huffed, wrapping his arms around you both.

"Love you, Zayne. Now go to bed."

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hello pretty folx i know ive been offline for a while but uni has just started back for me and im doing two courses ૮₍ ╥ ﹏╥ ₎ა

i haven’t been playing lads as much ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა BUT the new caleb card has sucked me back in and my creative juices are hashtag flowing.

i’ll try and make some time for writing (caleb focus bc that’s my bbg and also maybe some tears of themis bc ive been addicted) but let me know if there’s anything you want to read!

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Valentine’s Date

i wanted to have this out yesterday but i’m on holiday rn! last post for a couple weeks probably sorry it’s so short ૮₍ ╥ ﹏╥ ₎ა

Zayne wanted to spoil you today—to take you out for a night in the city and make you feel like the most special person in the world because, to him, you were.

He had planned months in advance, booking a nice suite, a fancy dinner, and got all the upgrades possible. Champagne for the room? Sure, you enjoyed the fancy feel and he’d have a glass or two. Maybe.

You looked absolutely heavenly as you got ready in the hotel room, only wrapped up in the little white towel that barely reached below your behind. Zayne didn’t know how he was managing to stay so calm as he watched you run your fingers through your hair again and again. He wished he could mess up all of your hard work, pull on your roots so hard that you would be whining, your eyes brimming with those satisfied tears he loved so much. But instead, he just stood behind you, one had on your hip as he watched your reflection in the mirror.

“You look beautiful.” His words were soft and tender, only meant to be heard by you. His head dipped down to the crook of your neck, placing chaste kisses against your skin, still warmed by the shower. “You always look so beautiful, angel. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.” You laughed, taking a hold of his hand. “The luckiest person in the world to have someone like you, Zayne.”

“We could go back and forth for hours.” He hummed, his lips finding the apple of your cheek—the spot that swelled when you smiled at him, that grew red when he complimented you, that he bit when he got a bit too heated. “I love you. And I love that I get to spend another Valentine’s day with you. Although,” His hand pushed the already far too short towel up your thigh. “Maybe we should skip our dinner reservations.”

“Skip our reservations?” You laughed. “And get charged for it? No way. We’re going. And then afterwards you can get dessert.”

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Every day, Zayne went to the same bakery, and every day you would serve him. Well, not literally, but none of the other workers really stuck in his mind as much as you did. He only dropped in one morning before work to pick up a bottle of water, but he couldn't help asking what pastries you recommended. Your smile was so bright, and your eyes shone in the early morning sun. He never knew anyone could look this awake and cheerful before 7 in the morning. You had told him it was only because you got up early to help the owner make some of the products, and by the end of your conversation, he had a carry bag full of everything you had baked that morning.

"I'll let you know how they taste tomorrow morning." He promised without fully thinking through the consequences of what he had just said.

"I'll be waiting, Dr Zayne!" Your smile was pure molten gold, and he could feel it warming his soul.

After that first day, he became a regular. He would come in either before his shift or on one of his breaks, hoping just to see your face. He was lucky he had a well-paying job, because the amount of money he spent at the bakery was frankly startling. After around a month, however, he finally got the nerve to ask if he could see you outside of work. It was his once in a blue moon day off, and your shift was just about to end. This was his chance.

"Oh! I was waiting to see if you came in today, Dr Zayne. I missed you this morning." You smiled that sweet smile at him like always, not realising the effect your words were having on him. Missed him? You probably meant nothing by it, but he couldn't help getting his hopes up, even if it didn't show outwardly. You had already folded your apron under your arm and were stowing it under the counter.

"Yes, I have a day off." He nodded. "If you're not doing anything after your shift, would you like to get something for lunch? I'm afraid, as much as I want to, I can't eat many more desserts just to get the chance to talk to you." There was a sort of half smile on his face. He knew he was being forward with you. Sure, he came in every day, and you talked all the time, but he was a customer, and you were an employee. You were probably just being nice to him.

"I'd like that, Dr Zayne." You grinned so hard your eyes squinted. He thought you were the cutest thing ever in that very moment. "We can eat something savoury this time."

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Caleb loves being your boyfriend. It's something he's very proud of. He introduces himself as your boyfriend to anyone who has ears. "Oh, them? Stunning, aren't they? Yeah, I'm their boyfriend." You've heard that line about a million times, and you felt both flattered and exasperated at the same time.

Most of your colleagues and friends only knew Caleb as 'your boyfriend', since he never introduced himself by his name. He didn't want to be known as anything else, since the thing he was most proud of was being able to call himself yours.

He loved getting to be 'normal' Caleb when he was with you, not having to worry about captaining a fleet or being the ruthless commander he was expected to be. He liked to be yours. Your boyfriend, your Caleb.

In the early hours of the morning, when you wake from a nightmare, he pulls you closer, careful to keep his metal arm away from your sleepwarmed skin unless you specifically reach for it. You've told him countless times that you love all of him, the whole Caleb, but he knows you still have nightmares about that explosion. He would do anything to make sure his little pipsqueak was safe and comfortable, even if it meant letting you cling on to the cool metal arm. That was what good boyfriends did, though. They gave all of themselves to their partners—the good, the bad, and the broken—and if Caleb was anything to you, it was a good boyfriend. A perfect boyfriend. He was your Caleb, and he would never let you forget it.

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Domestic

short drabble bc im so eepy and home system update makes me ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

Living with you fulfilled Zayne in a way he didn't think was possible. He loved coming home, seeing you tending to the garden you had been putting so much work into, bathed in the setting sun, a gentle smile on your face as you hummed a tune to your blooms. He knew better than to disrupt you when you were in such a focused state, and so he instead took to washing up after his long shift.

The soap in the shower was fragrant and filled the warm air in the bathroom. The sound of the running water almost masked the noise of the door creaking open. Almost.

His gaze landed on you, shutting the bathroom door behind you to keep the warmth in. "You didn't come say hello when you got home." The pout on your face was still visible through the steam clinging to the glass of the shower screen. He watched with a gentle appreciation as you began removing your clothes.

"You were busy." He chuckled, opening the shower door for you once you were fully undressed. "You know I don't like interrupting you when you're with your plants."

He pulled you underneath the hot spray with him, holding you close to his body. You smelled earthy, like dirt and grass, with the musky scent of sweat clinging to you after all your hard work under the blazing afternoon sun.

"Did you wear sunscreen?" He asked, his thumb brushing against the apple of your reddened cheek tenderly.

"I did." You nodded in confirmation, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. "High SPF, applied every few hours."

When it came to you, Zayne was serious about everything, but now that you spent so much time gardening outside, he had been instilling the proper sun safe practices in you. He had bought you a vast array of hats—caps, wide-brimmed sun hats, bucket hats—anything to keep you safe from the harsh rays of the sun.

"So it's not sunburn. Are you blushing, then?" He teased, pulling you even closer to him, the warm water the only thing between your bodies.

"Blushing?" You laughed, your cheeks flushing a little more. "Why would I be blushing? It wouldn't be because of you."

He rolled his eyes, gently flicking your forehead. You were such a tease, and he, unfortunately, let you. He brushed your wet hair back off your face, placing a gentle kiss right to where he flicked you.

"Of course not." He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your face. "Alright, angel, turn around and let me wash your hair."

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subby caleb is my gospel and i am a preacher (minors dni)

Caleb is used to barking orders at people all day, so the last thing he wants to do when he gets home is feel like he's being bossy. Early in your romantic relationship, he fell into the dominant role since, well, that's what was expected of him, right? Farspace Fleet Colonel Caleb had to be the one pinning you down, telling you what to do... right?

In a way, it felt almost like work to him—like he was Colonel Caleb at work and at home. For a few days, he felt off. He looked down, slightly antsy and restless, and distant. When you asked what was wrong, he broke it down as best as he could for you. He didn't want to be in control at home. He wanted to be completely mindless as soon as he hung up his coat next to the door, and he wanted to follow your orders.

What could you say but yes?

It took a little bit to get used to, but he thought you were a complete natural at being dominant. You started off slow, "Caleb, can you get me a drink?", "Caleb, get on the bed for me.", etc. On one occasion, you called him 'puppy', and he absolutely flipped his shit. He was a puppy. Your puppy—and he would do absolutely anything for you.

He loves sitting at your feet, his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. He sleeps draped on top of you, almost smothering you in your sleep. And sex? It was a whole different ballgame now.

He's a munch, and he loves eating you out. He won't stop until you're in tears, and then he'll kiss them all away and make you feel better with gentle aftercare. He always needs reassurance, breaking for air to ask if he's doing good, to ask if you're feeling good.

When you're on top, however, you would absolutely be edging him, making him whimper and moan. He is so quickly reduced to panting and whining, his eyes heavy and his jaw slack. He loved the determined look on your face, the way your eyes went dark, zeroing in on his sensitive parts. He was absolutely weak for your teeth sinking into his skin, marking him deep and hard as yours and yours alone. Sometimes you drew blood in your lust filled daze, but he never minded. He thought it was extremely hot, and he knew that he could tell you to stop at any time and you would. But he didn't want you to stop. He liked that you didn't treat him like he was fragile and breakable just because he wanted to be more submissive with you. You knew how much he could take, and you made sure to push his limits in a safe and loving environment.

One day, while you were at work and he had a day off, he went to the tattoo parlour with a deep bitemark on his chest and returned home with your teeth tattooed on him as a surprise. Now he has a permanent mark of your ownership right over his heart, and you can bet he was getting rewarded all night long.

Caleb is very comfortable in himself, and he lets you do or try pretty much anything you want to. You want to buy him a collar? Sure, just make sure it’s the right size, and you get a cute name tag on it. You wanna tie him up? He’ll teach you what knots to use. He's a master with ropes and knots, and in no time at all, so are you. There’s nothing he despises more than being ignored, however. It causes him actual pain when you give him the silent treatment, and so, of course, it's your main form of punishment.

Caleb becomes a whining, annoying mess if you deny him attention and affection for more than a few hours. He’ll kneel in front of you while you sit on the couch, begging for you attention, his head resting against your thigh, sighing dramatically and very loudly to get you to say something, anything to him, even if you just tell him off for being annoying. He knows you’re weak for him, but he also knows that he has made a monster by giving you all this power over him. You love him, and he knows that so damn well, but he also knows that you’re the most stubborn person possibly ever.

Unfortunately, in some sick way, he enjoys the way you cross your arms over your chest, staring at the images flickering on the screen while also not paying attention to it. He could tell you were torn, but you were also strong willed. You had grown more resistant to his begging over time.

“Please, y/n…” He’d say finally. “Please, can I come up on the couch? Can I sit with you? Please, love, please can you talk to me again?”

That’s when you finally gave in, rolling your eyes and patting the spot beside you on the couch, causing his face to light up with joy as he sat next to you.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder.

“No,” You sighed, petting his hair. “I was just a bit frustrated. It’s alright, you’re still good, puppy.”

He grinned against your shirt. He always got his way eventually, even if you had him wrapped around your little finger.

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Puppy Love

“Ah, Caleb, you’re home.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him as he flopped down on top of where you were resting on the couch. He hadn’t bothered taking off his jacket or shoes, having been craving your warmth and attention as soon as he left your arms that morning. “I missed you… it’s always too quiet when you’re not here.” Your voice was soft in his ear as your fingers worked loose any tangles he may have gotten from wearing a hat all day. For months now you had casually been dropping hints to Caleb about what you wanted for Christmas, and of course the man was smart enough to pick up your ‘subtle’ suggestion.

You had complained about being lonely, missing having cuddles and someone to talk to when he was gone, and Caleb knew exactly what you were after. You wanted a dog, of course. Something as high energy as he was, something that would remind you of him when he was gone—a Caleb 2.0 (preferably with less mechanical parts).

He had been scouring the internet for the perfect puppy for you; something adopted, not too old, but old enough that you wouldn’t have to worry about it having accidents in the house, something fluffy and warm that would be able to cuddle with you in his absence.

That’s when he found it. A husky with big blue eyes and a fluffy brown and white coat. He was perfect. It took him a couple of weeks to get everything ready for the arrival of the little guy, and he ended up ordering far too many things for him, almost running out of spots to hide it all. Caleb's heart almost fell out of his ass when you opened a cupboard you didn't usually open, almost finding the stash of dog food he had bought ahead of time. You didn't spot it, though, and wondered why he was acting so tense for the rest of the night.

Caleb gets very antsy when keeping things from you, however. He hates feeling like he's being dishonest, and he hates feeling like you don't trust him. Ever since starting a romantic relationship with you, he has been trying his very best to tell you absolutely everything that he can, having long talks late into the night with his head resting in your lap, your full attention on every single word he spoke, despite the sleepy glaze in your eyes. You knew everything, and so hiding something like this from you was weighing heavily on his conscience. Those little side eye glances you shoot him when he covers up a cabinet or holds something behind his back absolutely kill him in the worst way possible.

Eventually, all his careful planning went out the window, and he picked up the puppy early, leaving the house under the guise of forgetting cranberry sauce—a lie that was very believable since it had happened the year before.

You watched the weather turn from bad to worse as he was gone, the snow falling thick and heavy on the streets outside. There was a thick haze covering the sky that sent a chill through you despite being next to the fireplace. Minutes slowly turned into an hour, and worry crept up on you and made a home in your throat. Was he stuck in the holiday traffic? Were the streets too snowed in? Was he in danger? Could he even make it back home?

All that tension quickly left your body once you saw his car return to the driveway, and you rushed over to the front door, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch so you could instantly wrap him up and cuddle some warmth back into his body. What you didn't expect, however, was for Caleb to step back inside, absolutely beaming, holding a snow-covered puppy in his arms.

"Surprise!" He grinned, unable to wipe the pure joy off of his face. "Merry early Christmas. I couldn't wait any longer."

You were speechless, your eyes darting back and forth between the brown haired man and the brown furred dog. If you squinted, both snow covered boys looked exactly the same. You brushed some of the already melting snow off of Caleb's head, then did the same to the puppy. "You got me another Caleb?" You asked, letting the dog sniff your hand. He was already excitable, nudging you for pats and wriggling around in Caleb's arms.

"Yep!" He grinned, ruffling the thick fur on its head. The resemblance was near uncanny, and your boyfriend was just as excited looking as the dog. "You can name him."

"What about Caleb Junior?" You teased, gathering the ball of fluff into your arms, laughing as he licked all over your face.

"I dunno about that, pips. Maybe just Junior." His gaze was full of nothing but love and affection, watching how you so carefully handled the pup.

"Alright. Junior it is."

For the rest of the night, Caleb was pulling out everything he had bought for Junior, making sure he liked his bed, his food, his toys, and the apartment. He almost seemed more excited than you at this point, bouncing off the walls as Junior followed him around like a shadow, his paws too big for his little legs.

“He’s gonna get massive.” Caleb snickered, holding the fluffy mass above his head as he sat next to you on the couch. “Think you can handle him?”

“I already handle you, Caleb. Another puppy should be easy work.” You teased, scratching his hair. He leaned into your touch, and if he had a tail like junior he would be wagging it in circles.

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i got a few new followers from my caleb fic so i thought i’d let everyone know my inbox is open! i’d love to write something u guys ask for, hear ur headcannons or just chat <333

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Bites

just saw the new caleb card and i ran here so fast. subby!caleb x dom!reader no gendered pronouns minors DNI (smut no plot)

Caleb was no stranger to ending up underneath you. Honestly, he enjoyed it far too much. He loved how handsy you were, how quickly you could take over if he initiated any kind of intimate touch. He also loved just how rough you could get with him. You knew very well that he wasn’t fragile and could take whatever you dished out. His back was often covered in scratches, his neck and chest with bites and hickeys, his thighs and hips with little bruises and splotches—the perfect evidence of your love.

It's like you became possessed as soon as his back hit the bed. You tore off his uniform with an unprecedented level of urgency. It was all he could do to hold back gasps and moans—sweet music to your ears.

His fingers tangled in your hair as your lips attacked his neck and chest, sucking and licking as if he were some kind of sweet dessert that would melt if you didn't work fast enough.

A shudder ran through his entire being when you looked up at him with a darkened gaze, your pupils blown out. He couldn't tell exactly who was gasping for breath in this moment. His chest was rising and falling, his whole body heated under your touch, whereas you were panting like some wild animal that had just caught its prey.

Caleb was a damn strong man, but the way you looked at him ripped a whine from the most primal part of his psyche. You were a wolf, and he was just a little puppy.

He must have spaced out for a second, because when he came back to his senses, he felt the sharp sting of your teeth in his pec. He hissed softly, tightening his grip on your hair, which only caused you to moan as you lapped at the bite. You had pierced skin, which you only realised once you tasted the copper on your tongue. You were too caught up in a lust filled daze to care, however. One bite just wasn't enough for you. Over and over again, you sank your teeth deep into his skin, sometimes breaking it, other times just leaving a deep mark. He was a panting, writhing mess under your insistent mouth, one hand tangled in your hair, tugging right at the roots, the other trailing down your body, trying to touch you in any way he could.

His hips were canting up into you in tandem with your teeth. He ached to feel you wrapped around him, warm and wet, but he knew he had to take what he was given. The pain was just as good as the pleasure, and the more often your nights ended in this way, the more he found himself craving the pain that only you could give him. The safe and loving kind of pain. The kind that made all the real pain leave his thoughts.

You worked your way down his body, still biting, still sucking and kissing and licking. He tasted like heaven to you—like the sweetest damn thing on earth.

"Caleb~" You panted, your breath hot against his already damp boxers. His breath caught in his throat as you looked up at him with that look on your face. He knew that look. You were hungry.

His eye damn near rolled into the back of his skull when you swiftly took him into your mouth, not hesitating to take him as deep as you could. Your mouth was so warm, and you knew just what to do to have him moaning your name.

His hips bucked up into your face, unable to stop himself. He wanted to fuck your face until you were gagging and drooling, but those thoughts quickly left his mind as your hands pressed his hips back down into the bed. For a moment there, he was scared you might bite his cock clean off, and, unfortunately for him, that fear turned right into pleasure that shot right up his spine and had his back arching and toes curling.

"Fuck, fuck- fuck~" He practically sobbed, pulling on your hair so hard he undoubtedly pulled some of it out. He came hard down your throat, watching through blurry eyes as a mixture of spit and cum dribbled from the corners of your lips.

He hissed once you pulled yourself off of him, still sensitive and throbbing. Caleb pulled you into your arms and nuzzled into the warmth of your chest, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"'m sorry for biting so hard." You apologised quietly, the brain fog leaving your mind and bringing you back down to earth. You ran your thumb over his chest, making sure he wasn't bleeding anymore. "I didn't mean to make you bleed... again."

"'s ok." He yawned, pressing featherlight kisses to your sweat-dampened skin. "I like it when you're rough. Makes me feel like you own me..." The post-sex, sleepy honesty always hit him hard, and that's when you could get statements like that out of him.

"Yeah?" You asked, petting his hair. "Just like a puppy... A big, sleepy puppy."

"Mhm." He hummed against you, letting out another yawn. "Love you. I'll repay you in the morning." He was already dozing off, obviously tired from work during the day and your overwhelmingly possessive blowjob.

"I can't wait." You smiled, kissing his forehead as he let out a tired sigh.

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Tired

a/n i’m sorry i’ve been away for so long! i’m trying to get back into regular posting now <3

As the days grew colder, you, in turn, grew more and more tired. You had been trying very hard to motivate yourself to get up and get things done, but what was the point when the weather was so miserable? Your bed was warm and comfortable, even after Zayne had left the tangle of sheets.

For someone appearing so icy, Zayne was practically a heater, his body always warm to the touch, no matter the temperature outside. If you could make him stay in bed with you all day, you would, but unfortunately, he had important doctorly duties to attend to. Each morning when you awoke, the first thing you would do was reach out to find Zayne, but these past few weeks you've been sleeping later and he has had to leave earlier due to all kinds of sicknesses going around. You pawed at the cold, empty spot on the bed with a sigh, wishing he we there next to you, holding you, keeping you warm amidst the raging snow storm outside.

Try as you might to stay awake, exhaustion gnawed at you, pulling you back under into a dreamless sleep once more. You knew you should get up and start your day. It was probably close to noon already, but you just couldn't. You just wrapped the blankets tighter around yourself and dozed off.

You were awoken soon after, though, by the smell of steaming coffee and a dip in the mattress. Zayne chuckled softly at your coccooned state, your eyes just barely cracking open. "Are you still tired, angel?" He asked, his voice low and soothing. He brushed your hair out of your face, checking the temperature of your forehead with the back of his hand just to make sure you didn't have a fever.

You couldn't help but nuzzle into him, not expecting him to even be home today. "Mhm." The sound left you in a hum as he continued stroking your hair.

"That's ok. We don't have anywhere to be today. We can stay in bed for the whole day, watch some movies and get some rest. How does that sound?" His eyes were full of affection as he posed the offer to you. It sounded like heaven, in all honesty. Getting to stay curled up in bed in his warm embrace was all you had needed. "You have to promise me one thing, though. Tomorrow, you'll go outside for me, ok? You need some fresh air."

As much as you resented the idea of going outside when you were so cold and tired, you knew he had a point. You had been cooped up in your house for far too long, and you had almost forgotten what the outside looked like. Besides, he was a doctor, so he knew what he was talking about when it came to your health and wellbeing.

"Promise." You nodded. "But today you have to stay here and keep me warm."

"Of course, angel." He huffed in amusement, gathering you into his arms like you were just a sleepy little puppy. "Just warmth and rest for today."

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Backstage Pass

Idol!Zayne x Reader (based off of my Idol!Zayne headcannons lol) Semi-Public Sex (freakin it in a dressing room)

The noise of the crowd was deafening, even with earplugs in. Nothing seemed to dampen the thousands of screaming fans in the arena, all screaming for one man. Zayne.

You had been with Zayne long before he was selling out arenas and travelling across the world for tours; in fact, the time he spent as a trainee only deepened your appreciation of each other. The hours were long and gruelling, but nothing could come between you.

The air was alight with energy and pounding music that reverberated throughout your entire being, and Zayne looked so damn good on that stage. He was untouchable up there, flowing through his routine as effortlessly as a stream. From your spot backstage, you could see the light reflecting off of him, making him glow and sparkle, sweat beading off of his face and slicking his normally perfectly styled hair. The sight was, for lack of better words, downright erotic. The way his chest heaved, the flush on his body, the sweat, the sheer sexuality oozing from his dance moves. It was almost too much for you to handle. You barely registered when the concert finished and he ran off stage, scooping you up into his arms.

"Zayne!" You gasped, feeling weightless as your feet dangled in the air. "You're all sweaty!"

"Doesn't matter." He grunted, his voice a little hoarse from overuse. "I missed you."

"Zayne-" You started, but the crowd was already begging for an encore, mixed shouts of his name and "One more song!" breaking him out of his moment with you.

"You have to get back out there." You said as he set you back down. He reached for a bottle of water, chugging it at an alarming speed that had you worried he might make himself sick.

"I'll be back for you." He promised in a low voice, prodding your chest with his finger before running back onto the stage for an encore. Heat tingled from where his finger just was, right down to the tips of your toes. Even with thousands of people out there, all screaming his name, he only had eyes for you. You were the one thing in this entire arena that he had any care for. You were there before the fame, during the fame, and you sure as hell would be there after the fame. Fans were fickle—they came and went as they pleased—but you were the one he came home to every night. You were the one he loved.

Just as he had promised, he swept you right back off of your feet after his encore had ended, excusing himself from managers and technicians and dancers as he walked briskly through the backstage halls, the winding concrete walls bare and imposing as he eventually made it back to his dressing room. It was much quieter in this room with the door closed, and Zayne finally felt like he could breathe again.

He didn't let go of you, not that you minded, of course. He was radiating heat, practically burning up. You could feel the overwhelming heat of him pressed right up against you, searing through your clothes, making your cheeks flush.

"Zayne, you should drink some water." You said as he crowded you against the vanity table of the dressing room.

He chuckled hotly against your ear, reaching for one of the many bottles of water that had been provided for him by the venue. He couldn't deny that he was parched from all that moving and singing, but he had more important matters that he had to get to, and they were currently right under his fingertips. "Do you know how hard it is for me to do my job up there when I know you're standing less than a hundred meters away, angel?" He mumbled, sweat beading off of his hair and landing against you.

You grabbed a towel and ran it over his hair. "I'm sor-"

"Don't apologise." He hummed, his hand resting over yours as he dried off his hair, knowing you probably didn't want him getting you all sweaty. "There's nothing I love more than getting to run right to you after a show. You know that." He dried off the back of his neck with the towel before letting it rest there. His hands rested against your waist, slotting more insistently between your legs, which parted for him with ease. "You're the only thing I can think of when I'm up there. Almost forgot all my lyrics tonight." He chuckled, his voice a low rasp against the shell of your ear, his warm breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

As your hands rested against his chest, you could feel the way his heart was pounding in his ribcage. It was fast and erratic, like a drumbeat underhand. He was still fueled by adrenaline and the rush of performing so intensely for so long, and it showed in the way his breath hitched and his hands tightened on your body. "I love you." He sighed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. His hands slid under your top, thumbs tracing over your ribs. "I can't get enough of you."

"Zayne, what if someone walks in-" You gasped, although you were unable to stop the way your head tilted back to make more room for his insistent lips.

"Doesn't matter." You could feel his voice rumbling lowly against your skin as his kisses turned into little love bites. "They won't."

His wandering hands grew bolder, slipping under the hem of your skirt, causing it to bunch up at your thighs. His touch was just as heated as the rest of him, and it almost instantly overwhelmed you. You were used to how needy he was by now. He never seemed to be able to leave you alone when you were near. Even when he was a million miles away on tour, he always needed you to know everything that was happening in his life. Whenever he came back from particularly long and excruciating tours, he was all over you like a man starved, keeping you bedridden for days.

His body was heavy against yours as he pressed you even further into the vanity table, your head thumping softly against the mirror behind your back. His hands gripped the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, drawing out little noises of pleasure from your lips, despite the fact that his grip was probably strong enough to bruise you. He was insistent, kissing over every inch of your neck before his lips finally found yours, kissing you with a fierce and heated passion that left you dizzy and gasping for air against his lips. His teeth captured your bottom lip just as his fingers found your already wet panties. A chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest, one that made the heat in your stomach burn even hotter.

"Already ready for me, angel?" He teased, running a finger over your clothed core, just barely making contact with where you needed him the most.

"Don't tease, Zayne." You scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It's your fault."

"My fault?" He hummed, the pad of his finger pressing down onto your clit, making you jolt at the sensation. "I'll just have to fix it then, hm?" He brushed your panties to the side, sliding a teasing finger over your slick folds, which caused you to let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He barely gave you any time to think, slipping a long finger into your heat and curling slightly. A breathy moan slipped from your lips, and he bit down hard on your neck in warning. "Everyone will hear you if you're loud, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear, his lips soft against the cartilage.

Your own teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet as he added a second finger, pumping into you in a rhythmic pattern. He was unfaltering as he pleasured you, his breath warm against your neck, his free hand holding you steady by your waist. "Zayne-" You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair. "Ah- I want you-"

"Anything for you." With a grunt, he pushed down his pants just enough to free his achingly hard length, slipping his fingers out of your dripping cunt. "You think you're gonna be loud?" He asked quietly. When you nodded, he just tapped your lips with his slick fingers, silently gesturing for you to take them into your mouth. You did so without question, which drew a low moan from his chest. Your mouth was just as hot and wet as your pussy, and a shudder ran through his body at just the sheer thought of you. You were perfect. Everything about you was perfect, and even though he couldn't drag this out as long as he really wanted to, he was still going to make it good.

He aligned himself with your entrance, the wet fabric of your panties brushing against his shaft as he eased himself inside of you. He hissed at the sharp bite of your teeth on his fingers, and he hooked them over your bottom teeth, prying your jaw open so you didn't chew through his fingers. You tried to stay quiet, but he could hear all the little moans and mewls that sounded from your throat, either slipping through your nose or being dampened by the press of his fingers. His thrusts were neither too fast nor too slow. Just like everything he did, he had a practised ease, setting a pace he knew would make you feel good. Your pleasure was his, after all, and nothing made him feel better than seeing you so thoroughly wrapped up in pleasure that only he could give you. He was slow and methodical, angling your hips in a way that had you pulling his hair at the root. He made use of every inch, every vein, pushing in, dragging out, leaving you aching in his hands.

A sharp knock resounded from the door of his dressing room, and he groaned against your skin, finally raising his head from your neck, which was now thoroughly marked with blooming bruises and red marks. "I'm busy." He called out, not looking away from you. How could he when you looked so beautiful? Your head was resting against the mirror, your lips parted under his fingers, which still tasted of you. Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes glazed over, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks.

"It's important, Zayne." It was his manager, undoubtedly trying to get him to do more work. Whenever his manager said there was something important for Zayne to do, it was usually something mundane that barely required his attention in the slightest.

"I said I'm busy. It can wait until tomorrow." He almost snapped. His patience was running thin for every second he was being distracted from you. He could feel how close you were getting, the way your walls tightened around him with every word that left his mouth. And that's when it hit him. You were getting turned on by this.

"Does the thought of someone catching us excite you, angel?" He murmured low into your ear, watching you gasp and stutter as your cheeks turned red. "You're not as pure as I thought." He teased, the knocking growing more impatient at the door.

"Come on, Zayne. You have to open up." His manager pleaded.

"I can't." His voice shook just slightly as you almost ripped his hair out, your cunt fluttering around his cock, squeezing him tight in your warm walls. "Cum, sweetheart." He grunted, picking up the pace. "Come on. I need you to cum."

At his words, you made some kind of ungodly pornographic noise as you tried to keep quiet, waves of pleasure rolling through you as he rode out your climax, spilling into you just moments after. There wasn't a lot of time for you to bask in the afterglow of it all, his manager still making his presence known outside of the dressing room door. Zayne slipped the towel off of his neck as he eased out of you, cleaning you up with a soft touch, careful not to hurt you or push you too much.

"Are you ok?" He asked, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he fixed your clothing back up.

You nodded, brushing his sweat-slick hair out of his eyes. "I'm ok. But... I think your manager needs you." You sighed, your eyes flicking over to the door.

"He can wait a moment longer. Let me fix you up, ok?"

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Being Idol Zayne's partner

Haven't played the new card story (trying so hard to pull it), so here is Idol!Zayne because I just love the idea of carrying around Zayne photocards and being like "oh, him? yeah that's my boyfriend he's famous."

Zayne seems like the kind of person who wouldn't love all of the fame that came with being an idol, and so having you by his side every step of the way, though all the late nights and early mornings, the flights and road trips, the ups and downs, meant more to him than you could ever know. Even when sold out crowds in arenas were screaming about how much they loved him, none of it mattered when the most important person in the world would whisper sweet words of affection into his ear at the end of the night.

He knew you didn't care how famous he was; it never affected how much you loved him, and you continued to support his career, quickly becoming his biggest fan in the process. You would always be cheering him on, no matter what he was doing. Every song he sang, you were learning the words to it, and you would scream it from the rooftops. Wherever you were, it was his safe space. Your home, a hotel room, a motel or a tour van, it didn't matter. As long as you were there (and preferably a surface to lay you down on), it was all that mattered. His favourite time of the day was coming home to you, collapsing on top of you, your hands running through his hair as he talked about his day.

"The photoshoot went for longer than planned today." He would complain in a quiet rumble, his head resting against your chest, listening to the steady beating of your heart under his ear, just like a drum beat. "It was exhausting. I missed you."

You hummed in acknowledgement, letting him rant and ramble about anything and everything, listening intently and adding commentary only when needed. He needed the space to be able to say whatever was on his mind, and you could provide him with that space. Of course, the long hours were hard on both of you, but in quiet, intimate moments like this, it reminded you of just how much you meant to each other. He was always very quick to fall asleep right on top of you after a particularly long day, sleeping like the dead until either you or one of his numerous alarms woke him up the next day.

One of your favourite things about Zayne being famous, though, was that you always had new content to look through and keep up with. Your boyfriend's face was on everything, and you had to have it all. You get first dibs on merchandise, and you probably have way too many photocards, keychains, and other random items lying around your house. Can't find a water bottle? Well, there's one with Zayne on it you could use. Need to host a dinner and want to break out the fine dining set? You could eat off of Zayne's face! Zayne claims that he hates it, and yet he keeps bringing home new things to add to your hoard, since, of course, he secretly finds it endearing that you want to have everything of his. You have one of his photocards on every purse and bag you own, because, well, you have a million professional photos of your (super hot) boyfriend right at your fingertips, why shouldn't you show them off?

You're an avid fancam/edit watcher and comment reader, enough that you're known to be active in fanspaces, and comments like, "Be careful what you say about Zayne, his partner is probably in the comments", pop up on posts frequently. You, of course, think it's funny, but Zayne tries to avoid all of the talk in online spaces and encourages you to do the same. People on the internet can be nasty, and he knows that all too well. The last thing he would want is someone hurting your feelings or insulting you.

Zayne's phone bill is borderline insane because of how much he is texting and calling you while he's overseas. He just finished a performance? He's calling you. Just finished rehearsal? Calling you. Finds something that reminds him of you? Facetime. A cute dog on the street? He'll send you about ten pictures. He hates being away from you, and so he is always in contact with you. All of his notifications are on silent, except for anything coming from you. He will pick up the phone on the first ring, even if it leads to him getting yelled at by management or the rest of the group. The one thing he hates more than being away from you is being away from you in a place where your time zones barely match up. He always has his watch set to the time of wherever you are, trying his best to send good morning and goodnight messages if he's busy, and calling you if he's not. His performances on nights when he doesn't get to talk to you are noticeably worse than usual, but he can't help it. He hates being so far away from you, somewhere where he can't just run off stage and hold you tight.

When you do get to go to his shows, he always makes sure you're in a safe space backstage, somewhere he can see you. On those nights, he sings and dances like rent is due and he has something to prove to everyone watching. He's only performing for you, though. Everyone else in the crowd just happened to be there. As soon as the concert is over, he is sweeping you up into his strong arms, holding you tight against his chest, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

"Zayne! Put me down! You're all sweaty!" You squeal, although there is nothing but joy and affection in the way you speak. The noise of the crowd all fades into the background when you're near him, and it's as if nothing else in the world matters to him, because it probably doesn't.

"Just let me hold you. If we're both dirty, we can just shower together later." He mumbles against your neck. And he means it, too. He loves the quiet intimacy you share, and he will do all kinds of mundane tasks right by your side, just because it means he gets to spend more time with you.

[v3nu5asab0y]

Cold

Zayne x gn!reader Minors DNI

Zayne’s hand were a gentle caress over your cold skin, warming you up as you lay tangled in heavy layers of covers.

“You worked so hard today…” He mumbled into your neck, his nose brushing against your steady pulse as he placed deliberate, feather light kisses against your silken skin. “But you’re freezing, angel. I told you when it’s windy and rainy you have to wear layers. You’ll get sick.”

His scolding was as serious as it could get while he was rubbing your side insistently under the guise of warming you up. To his credit, it was working well, even if he only wanted to touch you.

“You know I can’t move around in all that winter gear. I’m meant to get in, kill wanderers, and get out.” You grumbled, although there was no bite to your voice, more of a bratty whine.

“If you get sick you can’t hunt wanderers.” A pointed statement paired with his hand tightening around your hip, then sliding down your thigh. He lifted your leg until it was resting at his hip, his mouth still moving across your neck and jaw. “Sick hunters have to stay in bed until they’re better. And they can only eat soup.”

“Unfair!” You scoffed, hands resting on his back as your head fell back against the pillow. “Doctor Zayne can nurse me back to health in minutes. I don’t need to eat soup.”

Zayne just chuckled, nipping at your jaw teasingly. “Doctor Zayne has other patients-“

“But does he warm up all his patients like this when they’ve been out in the cold?” You retorted, cutting him off quickly.

He pulled back, looking down at you with an affectionate smile, although his eyes told of the heat burning within him. “No, he doesn’t. His other patients also don’t complain so much.”

“Doctor Zayne.” You pouted up at him. “I’m the only one that should ever get special treatment. And I only complain because you’re unfair.”

“Oh, I suppose I should stop, then?” He withdrew his hand from your thigh, only to put it back seconds after. He leaned closer, that half affectionate half teasing smile on his face. “Mmh… I don’t really want to, though.”

It only took a moment for a sweet and tender kiss shared between two lovers to become something so heated. His embrace was both searing and grounding, keeping you pressed into the mattress with his body. His lips never left yours as he undressed you, a messy tangle of limbs as you both struggled out of your sleepwear.

Your hips bucked into his as his hand explored the heated skin between you. Warm curves, raised scars, small blemishes and beauty marks. He knew all of them by heart. He had a thorough understanding of your body as if you were a model to be studied. He knew how you ticked, how you looked, your finer details. Mind, body and soul, Zayne knew everything about you. It was no surprise to him that he had you gasping into his mouth as he thumbed your stiffened peaks, gently pinching one before his hand moved further, further down to where you burned the hottest.

“Would you like me to keep going, angel?” He asked, his voice coming from low in his chest, somehow both on the edge of snapping and completely calm at the same time.

“Yes please.” You panted out, breath hot against his cheek, your arms wrapped tight around him.

He took it slow. He almost always took it slow. It was something you loved about him. How he worked you up, worked you open, made you so needy for him just on his fingers alone. He only cared about your pleasure, seeing that blissful look on your face, the way your eyes would glaze and water, how they struggled to stay open. Every word you wanted to say died on your lips, instead coming out as pathetic little moans. But, of course, Zayne knew what you were trying to say.

“You want more?” He asked so gently, even though he was the only thing holding you up, keeping you tethered to his touch. When you nodded in affirmation, a hum of approval left his throat. “Good. I’ll give you more.”

The removal of his fingers almost had you ready to claw at him, but all thoughts of violence were pushed out of your mind with every inch he eased in. Gentle as ever, his hands soothed over your stomach, your thighs, your sides, anywhere he could touch, really. You were so warm, wrapping him up tight in a heated embrace, a shudder running from his head, down his spine, right through to his toes. When he bottomed out, he stayed still, just for a few moments. He assessed you, your features, your body, your gasping and moaning. You were beautiful. A sight for only him to see. His angel.

Zayne couldn’t hold back much longer. For you, he was a weak man, and he had to start moving. The air around you was heavy and thick with heat. Unspoken and yet fully understood words left your mouth in gasps and pants, your cries of pleasure crawling in through his ears and making a home in his brain. Your voice, your body, your clawing nails and tight heat, it was all too much to a man who was already weak. He would do anything for you. If you asked for the moon, he’d pluck it right out of the sky. If you asked for the world, he’d damn well find a way to give it to you. But right now, you only asked for something very small. Something he could do with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back.

“Zayne… I wanna cum…” You bit your lip, fighting against the pleasure bubbling inside of you, just for his command.

His hips stuttered. So beautiful… you were so beautiful, and so warm. His thumb brushed over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth, only to kiss it soothingly. You were minty from toothpaste and metallic from blood. “You don’t have to ask me, angel.” His whisper almost fell onto deaf ears, to blissed out to notice the quiet words. “You can cum whenever you like.”

And oh, did you. An arch, a whine, the scratch of nails, and a writhing body. He held you down like you were possessed, before falling heavy onto your heaving chest, only held up with an arm beside your head.

When the air around you stilled, you felt weak. Your body was spent and tired, yet still aching for the man recollecting himself on top of you.

“You ok?” He asked, voice gravelly and low as he rolled onto his side, gathering you close to his chest. You nodded, too tired for words, burying yourself against him. “Good. And now you’re all warm, hm?”

A gentle kiss to your hair, a promise. He wouldn’t let you go cold, not for as long as you were both alive. He loved you far too much for that.

[v3nu5asab0y]

Mornings with Xavier

Xavier is a chronic over sleeper, and so even when the sun is shining bright through the blinds or the birds are chirping loudly outside, he's dead asleep. He's a big snuggler, and he's completely wrapped around you, all sleep warm and nestled against your chest. Even when you set alarms, he manages to stay asleep, despite the fact that you'll be jolted awake by the harsh noise. The only thing that can get him up is you leaving him. He whines and grumbles if you get up earlier than him and slip out of his tight grip. Most of the time, you aren't even able to leave the bed because he's all over you, keeping you trapped between him and the mattress.

When you don't have any plans during the day, you end up succumbing to him and staying in bed for as long as you possibly can, even though everything in you is trying to be reasonable and get up and start your day at a normal, adult time. But Xavier, unfortunately, knows you can't resist his sleepy pleas and his puppy dog pouting, and he is more than willing to use it against you.

He's more than happy to waste half of the day tangled up with you in bed, and he'll make it up to you by cooking a big brunch and making you all of your favourite desserts. By Monday—since Saturday and Sunday are the main days for you to stay in bed—there are quite a few leftover desserts for you stashed away in the fridge.

Xavier enjoys the quiet domesticity of waking up by your side and getting to stay with you in sleepy warmth, knowing you won't leave him anytime soon. He likes the reassurance that you'll fall asleep next to each other and wake up in each others arms the next morning. Rain or shine, there's no way he doesn't want to wake up completely glued to you, begging for you to go back to sleep so he can enjoy the moment for just a little while longer.