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notsosecretspy · 11 hours ago

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how do you think the lads boys would react if mc asked them to "just use the tip"?

Warnings: MDNI, sex, grinding, humping, explicit genitalia descriptions, PIV, teasing, penetration, slight somno, some rough sex, creampie, virginity loss panty sniffing, slight pseudo cest with Caleb, Caleb is called gege, non MC reader A/n: Not proofread.

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men reacting to you saying 'just the tip'...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

You're a pathetic, drooling mess down there as Zayne blankets your body, his warm skin pressed against yours. His mouth possesses yours demandingly, his tongue dancing with yours until he's all you crave and taste. His cock, hard and heavy, was nestled between your slick folds as both of you rocked erotically against each other, your breath coming out in broken gasps each time his rounded head caught against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your system. When he drags his soaked length lower, grazing your sopping entrance, you whine loudly, feeling the impatient flutter of your empty sex as he teases you into a hot mess.

"Zayne..." you whimper his name. You felt wet enough, but accommodating him was a feat each time. "Just the tip, please...Don't wanna...be stretched hard..."

His patience was close to snapping, but Zayne groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck, sweat beading his forehead. "You're killing me, darling," he growls, but he's loath to bully himself into you, so he obliges, gasping as he feels your body part around him, welcoming his weeping tip into your warmth. He stills, eyes squeezing shut to keep his sanity as your sex clenches around what little it had.

Inch by patient inch, Zayne sinks into you, his breath becoming ragged as you cling to him, until he's fully sheathed. You're full, completely owned by him, your cunt sucking him in as it adjusts, and with a deep growl, Zayne starts to thrust.

"You don't have to tell me," he mutters into your ear as he moves. "I always check, darling."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

The base is quiet as Sylus slips into bed next to you. You barely stir but are keenly aware at his presence, your sleepy body reacting to him even as you tread the fine line between wakefullness and dreaming. You'd been too lazy to hunt down pajama bottoms, so Sylus has the surprise of feeling your bare thighs against his as he snuggles under the blankets. His cock hardens instantly at the feeling, and he grits his teeth, wondering how far he could do.

"Kitten," he says in a low purr. "How do you expect me to control myself when you're sleeping like this? All sexy and practically naked?"

His hands begin to wander, slowly tracing your shoulders, the curve of your waist, cupping your breasts and teasing your pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of your T-shirt as he carefully grinds himself against the soft roundness of your ass. You whimper sleepily, emboldening him, and his finger dips between your legs to pull aside your panties, sandwiching his veiny cock between your slick folds. He groans lowly at the sweet, liquidy glide of your labia on his cock, rocking his hips to lie flush against your ass until he feels you start to arch back into him. Desire floods his veins as he whispers.

"Kitten...please..."

"Just...mhm...the tip...Sylus..." You mumble back breathily and for him its enough. Heart hammering, Sylus carefully feels for your hole with his sensitive tip, which is slick with precum, hissing as he enters your moist channel, the tightness almost crushing his restraint. He thrusts mindfully, not daring to violate your wishes , only allowing his head to piston in and out until he finally finishes, holding back a moan as he spills his sticky release into you.

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

He's dying, but if this how he was meant to go, then he'll go happily. You looked so cute lying on your stomach on the bed reading your book, wearing nothing but those cute little apple panties and his college hoodie. How was he supposed to resist?

You'd giggled mischievously as he'd locked the door and crawled over you, kissing the nape of your neck, your ears, sending delicious tingles running through your body. You don't object when he drags your panties down your legs, mouth watering at the sight of the little patch of moisture that stains it as he brings it to his nose and sniffs, the tangy musk of your pussy sending him on a dizzying spiral.

"Tempting me huh pipsqueak? Showing off your little cunt like this? Were you missing gege's attention?"

You wiggle your ass naughtily, giggling as he gives you light smack and spreads your legs apart. Your labia are swollen and slick with moisture as Caleb grabs one of your cheeks and spreads you apart for a better look.

"Fuck pip. Look at how wet you are. Gonna fit real easy here." He undoes the drawstring on his sweats, palming himself eagerly, before you say the words that nearly stop his heart.

"Just the tip gege." You pout as you look over your shoulder, enjoying the disappointment and puppy eyes that form over his face.

"You're kidding me. Cmon pip please." He tries to tempt you by guiding his cock towards your entrance, circling teasingly but you move yourself away.

"Tip or nothing." You repeat, enjoying how he begs.

With a groan of defeat, Caleb aligns himself with your entrance, cursing silently as he only allows his tip to breach, thrusting shallowly as he whines. You try to hold on, but he's so pathetic and hard that you can't handle it anymore. Relenting, you push back against him, letting him push deeper and deeper inside until he's at the hilt.

"That's gege's good girl. Yeah. Back that pussy onto me."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

"Did you really think you'd get away with this?"

Your brain can't think of a response to Xavier's question as he pounds into you, his hips pushing against your ass with each thrust, bottoming out every time. A broken moan escapes your lips as his cock stretches you to capacity, kissing your cervix each time. Your juices are sliding down his length, glistening on the smooth column as the slapping noises of skin on skin fill the room.

"Just the tip...tch. You really thought I was going to be satisfied with that princess?"

He tugs on your hair and you gasp at the tingle of pain as he pistons into you brutally. "This pussy is mine. Mine to fuck and fill until the only name you remember is mine."

He suddenly withdraws and your cunt clenches around nothing, leaving you bereft. You whine in frustration and Xavier chuckles darkly.

"What's that? Is this the same cunt that only wanted the tip? Look at how greedy it is now, drooling and begging for more. Filthy girl. Lying about how much you can take."

He slips back in with a smooth, single push and you grip the bedsheets, moaning his name as you lose all other thought.

"That's it. The perfect cocksleeve. Don't ever think you'll get less than the whole thing."

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

"Raf please...only the tip..."

Your soft pleas are met with kisses and gentle circles on your clit as Rafayel preps you to receive him. A shudder passes through your body as he inserts two of his long, slim fingers into you, scissoring into your wetness to stretch you out for his cock.

"Ssh...don't fret my beautiful bride. You're made to fit me."

You try to protest, squirming as pleasure builds up deep inside your cunt, nervous at the prospect of taking him. You'd tried to before, but you just couldn't make it fit. You'd struggled, then felt guilty as Rafayel coaxed you off him, murmuring you could try again later.

His fingers start to stroke that sensitive patch of nerves inside your channel, timing it to the circles on your clit and you moan helplessly, falling apart like shattering glass to his ministrations. Rafayel praises you through your orgasm, pressing kisses to your hair, then withdraws his fingers, and you feel the loss keenly. Blushing as you watch him lick his fingers dry, he beckons you to straddle his lap .

"At your own pace cutie. I promise we fit." He cups your face between his hands and rests his forehead against yours, a tender gesture that calms you. Following his suggestion, you test the waters, finding his tip with your sex, and carefully pushing down on him, feeling the difference between this time and the last. Your walls flutter eagerly, sucking him in deeper, and though you gasp at the unfamiliar stretch, it's not the pain you thought it would be.

Rafayel's grip tightens around your waist as he embraces you, helping you sink down until he's fully sheathed. He sighs, his breath tickling your ear.

"See? I told you. A perfect fit. Now ride me to your heart's content."

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notsosecretspy · 11 hours ago

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soju may taste like juice but theres no way the memes aren't ridiculously exaggerated. this bottles only 5 units it cant affect me that considerably

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Greyson and MC texting

MC: heyyyyyy

MC: are you with Zayne?

MC: *Dr Zayne?

Greyson: yeah, i am, why?

MC: tell me how he reacts in a few secs

Greyson: okay...?

*MC sending a nude pic to Zayne*

Greyson: was that you?

Greyson: what did you write to him?? you're not breaking up are you?

MC: what!?

MC: No, we're not!

MC: *dating

MC: we're just patient and doctor and childhood friends.

Greyson: suuuuuure...

MC: why, what did he do?

Greyson: he almost dropped his chart, stumbled back while trying to catch his balance...

Greyson: and crashed into the cleaning cart.

Greyson: he also slipped on the wet floor when trying to get back up

Greyson: he's fine though, just blushing really hard in embarrassment i think

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notsosecretspy · 1 day ago

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Wet, Wild, and Wounded

[Featuring Selkie!Zayne x aquariumworker!reader]

You were never meant to get involved with the rescue. But when the seal with the haunting eyes disappears — and a mysterious man shows up in your bed — everything changes.

Synopsis: When a wounded seal arrives at the aquarium, you’re tasked with his care — but he’s no ordinary animal. After he vanishes, a mysterious man appears, turning your world upside down and challenging everything you thought you knew.

Content Warnings: CryptidSelkie!Zayne, supernatural elements, seal shifter, experimental subject, soft dom!Zayne, praise kink, body horror (mild), hurt/comfort, exhaustion, magical realism, intimacy as healing, creature/human romance, reader-insert, smut, fluffy smut, awkward tension, soft boy energy, found in your bed, sea creature AU, patient x caretaker, soft touches, emotional sex, soft dom monsterfucker.

Crossposted on AO3

A/n: lol.

“We got a new addition last night. A rescue.”

You scribbled your name and time on the sign-in sheet, handing Lou the clipboard back.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

Lou took it, trading it for your ID badge.

“A big ole seal. The crew brought him in, said they found ’im injured on the reef. Think he was gettin’ poached. –’e was shot up.”

“Shot?” you echoed, hanging the lanyard around your neck.

“Yeh. Got an emergency surgery and everything. Had Dr. Shill up here ’til 6 a.m. Terrible thing to suffer– he won’t even eat.”

“Wow. I can't imagine what he went through.” You started heading for the service doors.

“I’ll see you later, Lou.”

“Aye aye. Let me know if they catch ’em. And if Mrs. Lou asks if you gave me cookies today– no you didn’t.”

“I will! And what cookies?” you laughed.

“Exactly. Take care, Y/n.”

You scanned your badge and pushed open the doors, walking the long hallway to the back of the aquarium.

The Linkon Aquarium wasn't new to your résumé. You’d been volunteering on and off since you were a teen– your love for aquatic animals and the aquarium's rehabilitation program kept you involved. Sometimes a little too involved.

You spent almost all your weekends there: tending to the animals, cleaning enclosures, and even helping the main staff with their paperwork.

If you didn’t have bills to pay, you'd be there all day, every day.

For the most part, it wasn’t an exciting job– but it was fulfilling.

You cleared another set of doors, the smell of fish hitting you as you neared the rear office.

“Hey, Y/n!”

“Hi, Dr. Greyson! I heard we got a seal last night.”

You plopped your bag into your locker, shedding your jacket with it.

“You heard right.” Dr. Greyson turned back to typing.

“Shill had a rough night with him, so we gotta keep up with the meds.”

“No one else working today?”

“Nope. Just you and me. I gotta go at five, so you'll be solo for most of the night. I want you to focus on the seal– he needs the most help. We’ve got D-1 and C-5 under Max and Darren, so don't worry about anything else.”

“Lou said he wasn’t eating?”

Greyson spun in the swivel chair, grabbing keys before he stood.

“Would be better if I showed you. Maybe you can get him to eat.”

He led you to the A-2 enclosure, opening the door to the back room behind it.

You could feel him before you saw him.

Almost like anguish was rippling from him.

A large white seal lay in a shallow pool, bandaged around the shoulder, breathing heavy and slow, probably due to the sedatives.

Greyson crouched near him, checking the wound.

“So, he was on pethidine, but we switched him to midazolam and atropine two hours ago. Once he eats, we can wean him off those and just put him on some meloxicam.”

He lifted the seal’s flipper, checking the tubing.

“He’s getting regular amoxicillin, but he hasn’t shown any infection symptoms yet.”

“I think if you take him off the atropine, he’d eat.”

You knelt beside Greyson, rubbing the seal’s back.

Greyson hummed and looked at his chart.

“You know what, you’re right. That could be an appetite suppressor. We’ve been feeding him via tube, but I’ll take him off it. You can try giving him a proper meal.”

“Cool, thanks, Greyson. Is it alright if I give him a bath? I can clean his dressing as well.”

“By all means. I’ll go put in that order for meloxicam. I’ll be back before I leave to make sure he’s eating.”

“Sounds good.”

The door clicked shut behind Dr. Greyson, leaving the heavy air behind him.

You exhaled, turning your attention back to the seal.

Who was watching you.

“Oh! You're awake! Hi, I'm Y/n and I'll be taking care of you tonight.”

His stare was making you nervous. Like he was judging you.

“So anyway, my task is to get you to eat something, do you have any requests or would you trust me?”

He grunted in response.

“Hey! Can you understand me? Was that a yes or were you telling me to piss off?” You laughed.

The seal moved his head so he was looking away from you.

“Okay okay, maybe I've spent a little too much time with the animals, it's got me thinking I'm Snow White or Solomon.”

He grunted again.

“See now I think you're just laughing at me.”

You leaned over to pet the top of his head.

He flinched a bit, then leaned into it, to your surprise.

“Do you have a name or can I give you one?”

The seal looked at you, not moving its head.

“How about…Snowball?”

You could've sworn he rolled his eyes.

“Okayyyy, we'll work on that, but I'll still call you Snow in the meantime. It makes things easier.”

You stood, brushing off your hand on your overalls.

“Let me get you some dinner and you can think about a replacement.”

You shut the door gently behind you and headed to the cooler.

“Hmm, what would he eat?” you asked no one, drumming the bus tub in your arms, skimming the selections.

“If they found him by the reef, he might like the red herring.” Dr. Greyson said from the doorway.

“You might be right.” You placed the tub on the floor, dropping blocks of the fish into it.

“I'm leaving for the night, call me if you need anything. And be careful, once the sedatives cool off, he'll be a lot more fiestier.”

“Don't worry, he's not my first seal–”

“Still, he's an adult male seal, and he's been wounded by one of ours. I'd be surprised if he wasn't mad at us. Don't touch his head or make sudden movements. Maybe give him his bath now before he's more alert.”

“Okay, I'll be careful. Don't worry. I'll spend most of the time in the office anyway. Have a good night Greyson.”

He knocked on the frame and left you to the fish.

You pushed the door open and quietly set the tub down. Snow's eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady.

You winced when the feeding tray you placed beside the tub clattered louder than you'd like.

But he didn't move.

You knelt carefully, placing the thawed herring on to the tray.

“You've got red herring today. The good stuff.”

He peeked at the fish, then at you, then closed his eyes.

You suddenly felt ridiculous explaining it to him, like he already understood, but you did anyway.

“I have to give you a bath, and tend to your wound. And I know you have some grievances with my kind, but I promise you I'm not like the people that hurt you. So please go easy on me.”

He sighed. Or exhaled.

And you felt even more ridiculous.

“Alright I'm just gonna place these near you and if they magically disappear, then it was probably a ghost.”

You slid the tray closer to him and stood up.

“I'll go get your bath stuff ready, be back in a bit.”

When you came back the tray was empty.

Smiling, you set out everything you needed: a shallow basin of warm, saline-treated water, fresh gauze, a waterproof dressing, and a soft-bristled brush.

The seal– still lying motionless in the pool– lifted his head slightly as you moved the empty feeding tray out of the way.

“Hey, buddy,” you murmured, kneeling beside him. “Bath time. I promise I’ll be gentle.”

His eyes– dark, intelligent– blinked slowly at you. He didn’t move, but he didn’t flinch either. That was something.

You dipped your hands into the water and let it run over his side first, careful not to startle him. The warmth steamed faintly in the cool air, and you worked in slow, circular motions with the brush, clearing off some dried blood and sand caught in the creases of his thick fur.

“You poor thing,” you whispered. “What happened out there?”

You didn’t expect an answer, but the seal let out a low noise– almost like a sigh. His head dropped back against the rim of the pool with a soft thump.

“It’s alright now,” you said, more to reassure yourself than him. “You’re safe here, sweetheart.”

You moved to his bandaged shoulder, peeling back the dressing with care. The edges of the wound were red, angry, but clean. You’d seen worse. Still, your chest ached for him.

“Did you fight back?” you asked softly. “Is that why they shot you?”

Another low noise. Maybe a grunt. Maybe just a breath. But something in it felt… too human. Too aware.

You glanced at him. His eyes were open again, watching you. Unblinking.

Your fingers paused on the gauze. “I know. I sound crazy. Talking to you like you understand.”

He didn’t blink.

You swallowed, then gave a weak chuckle, resuming your work. “Maybe I’m projecting. But if you can understand me, then… you should know you’re not alone, okay?”

He shifted slightly in the water. Not away from you. Closer.

You froze.

“...You’re not sedated anymore, are you?”

Another blink. This one much slower. Deliberate.

Your heart skipped.

Something in your gut told you he understood you.

For a moment, you sat still, crouched beside him, the air between you taut and humming. Then his nose nudged against your knee.

You flinched a little, but didn’t move away.

“Well,” you said, voice hushed, “I guess you like bath time.”

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You’d stayed longer than usual after your shift, hesitant to leave Snowball alone overnight– though Lou had laughed and reminded you, “He’s got flippers, not a vendetta.”

Still, something tugged at your chest as you finally peeled yourself away.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered, palm against the glass one last time before you left. The seal blinked at you slowly, the same way he always did, like he understood you.

You trudged home in the early light, your body exhausted but your mind far too awake. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was that dark gaze watching you– intelligent, interested, too aware.

You passed out mid-thought.

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The next night at the aquarium, everything was normal. For a while.

You moved through your checklist, changed out filters, checked vitals, and monitored the new lionfish exhibit. Routine, clean, clockwork.

Until it wasn’t.

Until you came back to the quarantine tank– and the seal was gone.

Gone.

The gate was sealed. No signs of tampering. No puddles. No flippers.

Just… empty.

Your blood turned cold.

“Lou?” you called over comms. “Lou, Snowball’s missing– what the fuck, he’s gone!”

The scramble began– Greyson called security, cameras were rolled back, every inch of the building swept.

Nothing.

It was like he vanished.

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By the time you got home again, your limbs were trembling with exhaustion, fear, confusion. You smelled like the ocean and sweat and worry. You barely had the energy to kick your shoes off before dragging yourself to the bathroom to shower.

The bathroom fogged up quickly. You let the water beat down on your shoulders, scrubbing at your arms like the smell might fade if you just washed hard enough. The brine was still there, faint, persistent, familiar.

You shut off the water.

A soft creak.

Not from the bathroom. The floorboards in the hall. You froze, fingers clenching around the towel.

You crept out, bare feet silent, towel wrapped tight. The hallway was dim.

And then you saw him.

A man sat casually, wrapped in the faded throw blanket you kept at the edge of your duvet, a damp bandage wrapped neatly around his shoulder. His dark hair was still wet. He smelled like the sea, salt and skin. His eyes met yours with that same calm intensity you’d seen so many times before.

“You're calmer than I thought you'd be,” he said. His voice was deep. Smooth. Almost embarrassed. “Hi.”

You couldn’t speak.

“I wanted to thank you,” he said, eyes searching yours. “For what you did. For how you treated me. No one’s ever… touched me like that.”

You blinked.

“I mean medically,” he added quickly, a crooked smile breaking onto his face. “Though– I wouldn't mind if you touched me again.”

Your knees gave slightly, but you caught yourself on the doorway.

“W-who… What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently, raising his hands. “I swear. I just didn’t want to disappear without ...telling you.”

“That doesn’t answer anything–”

“My name’s not Snowball,” he said. “It’s Zayne.”

Something snapped.

And you didn’t know what compelled you to move.

Maybe it was the voice.

The eyes.

The fact that he looked exactly how you imagined a man might look if he were shaped by water and longing and the aching weight of solitude.

Maybe it was the raw, searing way he looked at you like you were the only safe harbor he'd ever known.

But you crossed the room.

And he caught your wrist with one hand, warm and sure, and pulled you gently to him.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Zayne murmured. “Even before you knew what I was. You were kind. Careful. You didn’t flinch.”

“I– don’t even know what you are,” you whispered.

“Still me,” he said. “Still the creature you looked after. But I’m not just a creature, am I?”

He brought your hand to his cheek. He was real. Solid. Warm.

“I dreamed of this,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “And I know it’s fast, and it doesn’t make sense. But if you’ll let me–”

“Zayne,” you breathe, and it’s the first time you’ve said his name.

Not Snowball. Not the seal. Not the mystery in the tank.

Just Zayne.

His breath catches, and that’s all it takes. He reaches out like he can’t stop himself– and when your fingers brush, you feel the moment he melts into it.

The kiss is clumsy at first– his lips too soft for how intense he is, like he’s afraid of breaking you. You can feel him holding back, hands hovering over your waist, trembling with restraint. But when you grip his wrist–silent permission– he exhales like he’s been drowning and you just gave him air.

Zayne deepens the kiss in one smooth pull, guiding your face in his palms, and suddenly you're backed against the edge of your bed, towel forgotten, skin flushed.

“You–” he breathes against your mouth, voice wrecked with feeling, “–you have no idea what you’ve done for me.”

Your fingers tangle in his damp hair. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You saw me.” His hands find your hips, sliding over bare skin with reverence. “You talked to me. Fed me. You called me sweetheart.”

You laugh– nervous, breathless– but it tapers off when he nudges your legs apart with his knee and pulls you gently into his lap as he sits. His bandaged arm settles behind your back for support. He looks up at you like you’re sacred. Like your body is a miracle.

“You gave me more kindness in one day than I’ve had in years,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth now, your jaw, your throat. “And I didn’t know what to do with it. I still don’t.”

You shift on his thigh and his breath stutters. His hands flex around your waist like he wants to steady both of you.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you whisper.

“I want to,” he says, kissing down your shoulder. “I want to make you feel safe. Good. Worshipped.”

A flush spreads across your chest, blooming with heat.

Zayne looks up at you, eyelids heavy, lips swollen from kissing you raw. “You’re so beautiful. You don’t even know, do you?”

You shake your head once, shy, and his reaction is instant– he cups your cheek, kisses you again like he needs you to believe it.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, breath trembling. “Really touch you?”

Your nod is barely out before his hand slides down, warm and tentative, across your stomach, between your thighs. His fingers are reverent, unhurried, like he’s learning a new language by feeling alone. You rock into his palm, and his jaw tenses.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your collarbone as he works you open with slow circles, “You’re so soft. So good. Let me take care of you.”

You bury your face in his neck, his skin warm and sea-salted, your hands clutching his shoulders like he might drift away. But he stays. Anchored to you, grounded by the sound of your whimpers and the way you respond to every slow, careful stroke.

When he finally pushes you back into the mattress, he keeps a hand cradled behind your head, eyes never leaving yours. He leans over you, settling between your legs, his body pressed full against yours. Heat to heat, heart to heart.

He pauses, breath ragged, gaze searching.

“You’re sure?”

You pull him in.

"Yes.....please."

He slides in slow– too slow, like he wants to memorize the way your body yields for him. He groans against your mouth like he’s feeling everything for the first time.

Every inch he fills is a promise: I’m here. I’m yours. I’m real.

You gasp, legs curling around his waist, and his hips stutter just once before he steadies them– firm hands on your thighs, grounding you both.

“Mmm,” he breathes, “you feel like heaven. You were made for me.”

His praise is relentless, coaxing you through every wave of pleasure with low, warm murmurs.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

“You’re so perfect like this.”

“I’ve never–fuck– I’ve never wanted anything more.”

You cling to him, overwhelmed, undone by how gentle it is– how deep it goes, not just in your body, but in your chest, your heart, your soul. It’s not just sex. It’s a shift in gravity.

When you come, it’s with his name in your mouth and his hand over your heart, whispering, “That’s it, love. That’s my girl. Let go for me.”

Later, when he’s curled around you in your sheets, whispering how he changed and his selkie origins, you barely catch half of it– because all you feel is the way he holds you like you saved him.

And maybe you did.

Maybe– just maybe– he saved you right back.

Thanks for reading<3

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notsosecretspy · 1 day ago

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Note: *Throws this, runs away, and locks the door*

Contains: Porn w/ no plot, smut, somnophilia, free use (you’ve given zayne consent before hand), i think this is kinda sweet…? (i didn’t proofread this, so don’t jump me!!!)

Word Count: 1.3K (i could’ve sworn it was less LOLL)

Summary: How to: End a stressful day - Zayne edition

·:*¨༺:· Just Like That - Zayne/Reader

Zayne quietly entered your shared home, his body and mind riddled with complete and utter exhaustion.

He was tired. So, so tired.

All he wanted was to be with his wife, even if the isolated ticking from the clock in your living room and the still darkness of the night outside suggested that he only welcomes the company of sleep just as you likely have.

But a man like Zayne wasn’t one to settle.

Today was another taxing and long shift at the hospital for the surgeon that performs what you and many others consider to be miracles. And while Zayne values the pedestal that his work and research has been cemented upon, it was no secret that the copious amount of hours spent saving the lives of individuals who doubted their chances, were still laborious as much as they were rewarding.

This level of depletion wasn’t foreign to your determined husband, but for some reason, tonight was one where he desperately craved to be comforted in some way by the woman he loves in order to conclude his day properly.

And he knew exactly how you could help him fulfill such a desire.

After taking a thorough shower to scrub away the weight of his responsibilities that he would again be consumed by in only a handful of hours to come, Zayne’s feet padded along the floor with a towel draped low around his waist on his way to your bedroom.

Cool droplets of water dripped down his shoulders and just as expected, he found you soundly sleeping without a worry in the world—a gratifying sight he always liked to see. The rise and fall of your body as steady breath moved through your lungs and the silhouetted curve of your figure beneath the sheets made his cock twitch when he visualized the beauty that lies beneath.

His steps were precise and considerate as to not interrupt your current state, but he found himself sporting half a grin at how backwards his actions were compared to the intention he had to use you like you’ve given him the permission to do.

The faded moonlight spilling into your room and the pattering of rain tapping at your windows curates a peaceful atmosphere as he undoes the weighted linen to let it drop with a muffled thud at his feet. He slides beneath the duvet and into the freshly washed bedspread that he’ll need to thank you for handling, wrapping his arms around you from behind with a gentle sigh of relief to have his world in his hands again.

“I’ve missed you.” He adjusts the strap of your nightgown so that he can press a tender kiss to your shoulder.

He finds solace in your calming and trusting exhales from your still unconscious body. How lucky of a man was he to have his woman be so willing to be taken by him at any moment he needed her? Undoubtedly, it is a privilege he’d never take for granted and is a foundation of trust he will work tirelessly to keep.

More kisses were trailed down the side and back of your neck as he grinds his aching cock against the curve of your ass. His groans fanned across your ear with every amount of pressure applied, the neediness within him only growing and matching the intensity of his grip.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers into the noiseless room, internally hoping that even while in the land of dreams, you can still feel and sense him.

Zayne lifts your leg to hook over his own, spreading you open slowly like a delicate treasure chest containing nothing but the finest of riches. He caresses down the inside of your thigh as if worshiping the smoothness of your skin and plushness of your flesh is a process that shouldn’t be rushed.

“Oh?” The more than satisfying findings that his fingers uncover is almost enough to make him come on the spot. Almost.

His shaky breath of astonishment was accompanied by pure lust when he attempted to pull your panties to the side, only to discover how you’ve taken it upon yourself to spare him of needing to remove such a meddlesome barrier.

And when he goes further with the intention to coax you through an orgasm, ready to prep you to take him without restriction, he’s in awe of your folds that are already graced with a generous amount of your slick. His dick pulses at the sheer thought of you making yourself come on your fingers with him in mind for when he got home.

Had you reached those heights only once? he wondered. Certainly not. By the way the stickiness echoes as he plays with your pussy, it was at least three.

He’s mesmerized you too many times now to be mistaken.

If only he had been here to touch you, to be the one to leave you with such a filthy mess. Since he missed his opportunity, what better way than to take advantage of the chance to make up for it now?

When he gets his cock pressed right up against your cunt, he carefully surges his hips forward and lets his tip push into your clit over and over until you start to stir in your sleep. You lubricate him better than anything he’s ever had and his precum enhances the sensation tenfold.

“Mm…” you hum, your back pressing to his front, unknowingly in search of what’s sending jolts of pleasure through your system.

“Don’t wake up, darling,” he coos. “I’m just accepting the gift you left for me.”

Once you fall slack and unmoving, he reaches down to grasp his cock and smears himself all over your curls to prevent a drop from going to waste. Lining up with your entrance, your husband thrusts upward in one fluid motion and holds you from beneath your knee to keep you exactly how he needs you to stay.

Zayne struggles to suppress his moans when he sinks deeper into your spongey walls, grunting with every tight squeeze you instinctively grant around his length.

“S-so good… you feel so good,” he mutters, steadily increasing his pace and gaining a consistent momentum as the squelching of your coupling becomes white noise in it’s union with the heavy falling rain.

Every easy glide of his dick inside your fluttering pussy has him wishing he could see how prettily you cream around him as much as he can feel it. He gets drunk off the way you greedily suck him in, keeping him nestled in your warmth even as you rest.

“Just like that, love.” He whimpers into the crook of your neck. “Stay just like that for me…”

His strokes are slow—deliberate. He doesn’t want to wake you, rather he prefers to fill you with his seed as one of his many ways to show his appreciation for everything you do and all that you are.

“Hah… I’m gonna come…” His efforts barely double, but the slight uptick in speed is all that’s necessary to have his hips stuttering.

With the urge to be anchored to you, he slides his palm down your leg and under your thigh to hold you firmer than usual in a spontaneous lack of control and urgency to fill you up.

Three final pumps is all it takes for the stress he harbors to be abruptly released and received by you, cleansing him for a better tomorrow.

Small beads of sweat form at his temples as he rests his forehead against you, lazily thrusting the last few spurts of his cum deep. He would’ve liked for you to be awake to hear your sweet mewls and cries in the entirety of your intimacy, but particularly to relish in your praise he tends to receive when you finish.

He had a love-hate relationship with your heavy sleeping patterns during instances like these where he’d like to hear you tell him how warm his seed feels and see the ecstasy on your face that would always be more intoxicating than any drug ever made. Of course, he loved you nonetheless.

Knowing what he’ll be separated from, he stays buried in your tightness with a thank you already in mind before surrendering into a restful sleep.

A/N: So like, I’m apologizing if this isn’t great…? Like okay, had the idea, took me a little over an hour to do the actual “fic” then I thought including text messages would be fun. Why do I feel out of my element? 😭 If you’re not feeling this, then it wasn’t me!!! It was Caleb!!! He wrote this!!!!

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