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hi angels! so sorry i haven’t been able to write recently :( i’m supa busy with 5 APs and college applications. pls give a girl some advice if you have any!

in the meantime i’d love it if you darlings filled up my inbox; asks and reqs are great bc they’re short and sweet <3 i love you all so so much mwah xx

i will try my best to put out some work this weekend! pls be patient with me during this busy time… ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

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Your Caleb fics ??? Delicious??? Scrumptious ??? Please keep 'em coming! 😋

mwah TRUST me i will <3

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☾𖤓 ; caleb making it fit

caleb’s fingers plunge in and out of your wetness, producing an obscene melody of squelches and moans. he’s been at it for what seems like ages, trying to loosen you up—not that you’re complaining.

before even he resorted to fingering you, he had already tried everything else he could think of to make things easier on you.

he massaged your sore body, pressed kisses into every crevice of your skin, lapped at your clit until you squirted on his lips, and even let you hump his thigh.

and while he never viewed any of those things as a chore, his patience began to wear thin after seeing that you could still barely manage to take two of his fingers.

“pips, you’re gonna have to be a big girl this time, okay?” he withdraws his fingers in order to cup your cheeks.

“y-yeah but, it’s too big isn’t it…?” your voice trails off as you look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“not at all, sweets. trust your dear caleb, yeah?”

he parts your thighs and lines himself up with your slit, just admiring the sight. slapping his length against your bud, he smiles to himself. “pretty girl. you’re gonna take me so well aren’tcha?”

before you can even answer, he pushes his hips forward, finally sliding past your entrance. it stings, feels full.

“caleb!” you cry out, fingers instinctively latching on to his toned back. he groans out, “shit, you’re still so tight—”

“sorry,” you mutter into his shoulder, trying not to quiver from his sheer girth. it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“don’t be sorry, baby. this is perfect.” he pushes deeper, and that sting inside of you melts into a pang of hot pleasure.

soon enough, your body has completely given in to caleb, and you’re finally loose enough for him to plow you like he’s wanted to do for months.

his hips snap into you at a merciless pace, and he sings your praises like you’re a deity.

“i knew you could do it—my pretty girl, my good girl. you wanted to make your caleb happy, didn’t ya?”

“fuck—yes, ‘leb…! wanted to make you happy,” you slur, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock kissing the deepest parts of your cunt.

at that, caleb simply grins, and pushes your thighs back to fuck you even deeper—the way he’s been dreaming about.

a/n: someone shoot me dead. school starts back in like a day…. anyways here’s smth quick since i’ll likely be gone for a bit!! enjoy xx

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☾𖤓 ; olderbrother!caleb is such a perv

tw! fauxcest/psuedocest. please scroll if this makes you uncomfy! not proofread :P

caleb thinks you're an angel of a little sister.

you never hesitate to call and check on him when he's away from home for too long, using that sweet voice of yours to coo his name.

you wake up early most mornings to make his lunch for the day, even taking the time to write out thoughtful notes for him—saccharine little words that he reads over and over again.

you listen to him whenever he's struggling with something, ever so attentive and helpful. you look up at him through those thick lashes of yours, saying, "m'sorry that happened to you, gege," before wrapping him in your warm embrace.

so naturally, caleb can't help but adore you.

the only thing is, he finds himself thinking about his darling little sister in ways that an older brother never should.

whenever you step out of the shower wrapped up in only a towel, he feels himself stiffen. your body is prickled with round water droplets, and steam that dissipates into the air. your towel—barely long enough to give you any decency—drapes over your delicate curves, almost as if it was designed with you in mind.

it's like you're practically radiating sex.

caleb knows it's wrong—and outright disgusting—but he finds himself hoping that one day your towel will slip a little too low, come unraveled a bit, so he can see what's underneath it.

when you walk around in nothing but your tiny frilly panties and a tank top, he finds himself covering his erection with a pillow, or whatever else is nearby. he pretends not to notice the way your ass jiggles when you reach up for something on the top shelf in the pantry.

later on, he curses himself as he creeps into your room at night while you're sleeping peacefully, rummaging through your hamper to find your panties from earlier. securing the fabric, he stalks back to his own room, immediately tugging off his shorts.

greedy as ever, he sinks into his mattress as he wraps the fabric around his length, barely able to contain his moans. and soon enough, he releases his spend all over your panties, tucking them away until he can wash them and return them to your drawer.

one evening as he’s walking past your room to the bathroom, he hears your sweet voice echoing through your door. he stops to listen, not believing his own ears as the low hum of your vibrator reverberates through the wood.

aroused by both the idea of you masturbating and the possibility of getting caught listening, he feels himself grow ever harder. seconds later, he gives into temptation and reaches into his boxers, gripping his length firmly.

caleb expertly rubs his palm over the head, eliciting a desperate sigh from his lips as he imagines you pleasuring yourself, thighs spread wide.

he’d take care of you if you let him—you’d never need to touch a vibrator ever again.

he’d make you come over and over and over again, until you’re shaking and seeing stars.

he’d fuck you so good that you’d forget about every boyfriend you’ve ever had.

he curses himself for letting his obsession with you spiral into something sexual, still working his fingers up and down his cock despite that fact. pumping at an excruciating rhythm, he bites his lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, spurred on by your noises.

pressing his ear to the door shamelessly, he hears the way your breathing quickens, and the way your moans pitch up. you’re about to orgasm.

racing to finish at the same time as you, caleb fucks his cock stupid, jerking himself off like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. he lets his hips buck up into his palm wildly, and allows his head to fall back against the wall as he paints the inside of his hand with his own semen.

at the same time, you let out a piercing moan, and your room goes silent as you come down from your climax.

he’s filled with some strange sense of pride that the two of you shared an orgasm, but equally as disgusted with himself for listening in on his precious little sister.

caleb’s head falls in shame, and he deems himself a true pervert.

for the next few weeks, he’ll avoid you (even though you’ll never know why) and chastise himself for having any impure thoughts about you.

but soon enough, his shame fades—as it always does—and he goes right back to fisting his cock at the thought of splitting you open. ❤︎

a/n: 500 followers omgomg!! i am so thankful for the support and kindness that i've received in my short time writing on here. i appreciate everyone who's given me the confidence to share my work!! xoxo

a/n again: i’m not used to writing content this dark so pls lmk if y’all actually liked this…!

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☾𖤓 ; imagine freeuse!caleb omgomgomg

it’s a lazy saturday morning, and you’re waking up beside caleb, who looks as gorgeous as ever. when he’s sleeping like this—so vulnerable and real—it’s hard for you not to become aroused.

eying that pretty skin of his that possesses doll-like perfection, you allow your fingertips to graze the underside of his jaw.

feeling like a bit of a pervert, you prop yourself up on your elbow, leaning over to kiss him gently on the lips, like you’re scared he’ll break if you apply too much pressure.

well, he doesn’t break. but he does wake up, stirring beneath you innocently.

“pips…. good morning,” he mumbles, eyes bleary and half-closed.

“morning,” you giggle, enamored with his serene, sleepy expression. “didn’t mean to wake you up, m’sorry,” you whisper delicately.

he lets out a little groan in response. “it’s okay baby,” his voice trails off. “but why are ya kissin’ me while i’m trying to sleep?” he teases, allowing a quiet yawn to slip past his lips.

your face flushes slightly and you bury your head in the crook of his neck. “i’m just feeling a little… antsy,” you murmur, rolling your hips into him softly.

“i see,” his face lights up. “i think i’m too tired to help you pips, what a shame.” his expression dampens with faux sympathy.

“calebbbb! just a little? it won’t take long,” you plead with your most persuasive tone.

“my girl is feeling a little greedy today, huh?” he jeers. “that’s alright, though. i’ll help you, but you’re gonna have to put in all the work, sweets.”

“what do you mean?” you stare at him in confusion, convinced he’s decided to play a little joke on you.

“it’s simple, pips. just use me how you want. i’m too tired to help you anyway,” he smiles at you complacently, hoping you’ll take the bait.

“oh—okay…” surprised at his offer, you feel yourself flutter around nothing. you never would’ve thought that caleb would want to try free use, especially not on a random saturday.

nevertheless, you accept his unspoken challenge and begin to slip your panties off, discarding them somewhere on the floor next to the bed.

“attagirl,” he mumbles, encouraging you. “just take what you want from me.”

setting back next to him on your back, you grasp for his right hand, fumbling around with his fingers.

“is this okay?” you glance over at him with pretty eyes, ever so eager to feel good. caleb hums, nodding affirmatively.

holding your breath with anticipation, you place your hand over his, moving his hand so that it’s palming your core—almost like you’re controlling him.

you let out a shaky breath as caleb smiles at you, content with himself so far.

you lift his hand up a bit so that it’s hovering over your heat before moving his fingers to circle that sweet bundle of nerves. a moan escapes your lips, only adding to your arousal.

something about literally using his hand to touch yourself makes your brain shortcircuit. it’s like all the times you pleasure yourself but so, so much better. and caleb just watches you with something almost like reverence—loving every second of you falling apart.

abandoning his facade of tiredness, he inches closer to you to groan into your ear.

“yeah, use me like that baby. do whatever you need to feel good.”

you whine in response, placing his fingers directly on top of your swollen clit. moving his digits in tight circles, you beautifully orchestrate your pleasure.

back lifting up off the bed in a pretty arch, you let your hips stutter up into caleb’s fingers, even using your own hand to apply more pressure.

“f-fuck, i’m so close, ‘leb,” you gasp out, thighs quivering at the additional friction.

“yeah? get yourself closer then. i wanna see you break, pips,” he presses sloppy kisses into your neck, suckling enough to leave a trail of hickeys behind.

as you use his hand to rub one last sweet circle on your clit, that familiar feeling in your core explodes through your entire body, and you become practically numb with pleasure.

thighs quivering as you grip caleb desperately, you can’t help but moan his name, practically singing it.

“damn, pips,” caleb sighs out, slightly amused. “it’s so sweet how you come undone for me just with my fingers,” he chuckles softly.

“mhmm,” you sigh out, still reeling from the strength of your orgasm. “it’s not my fault your fingers feel so good.” you giggle to yourself as caleb pinches your cheek playfully.

“next time maybe you can try sitting on me instead,” he muses. “i bet you’d come real good for me that way.”

a/n: guess who has a bf now XDDDD

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☾𖤓 ; roommate!caleb finds your thirst tweets about him

a/n: inspired by an audio i listened to recently!

it’s a lazy saturday morning, and caleb is sprawled out on the living room sofa, essentially doomscrolling.

he finds himself engrossed in tinkering videos and the like when he comes across a random post that takes him by surprise.

“having a hot roommate is so hard, like just make me scream your name alr lol”

he cocks an eyebrow, finding amusement in the outlandish comment. actually, he’s surprised that a post like this even made it to his timeline to begin with.

who posts something like that where everyone can see it? he mutters to himself, deciding to investigate the account further.

eyes widening more and more after each scroll, caleb realizes that this person has more than a little crush on their roommate—they have an obsession.

his head nearly spins as he continues to read the countless filthy pleas.

“would fuck him til the foundation of the house cracks”

“can’t he just use those big hands to make me squirt instead of lifting weights??”

“he doesn’t even know that i can only get off while thinking of him, what a shame”

as he scrolls, he conjures images of what this girl might look like, finally giving in and checking the media tab. he’s not greeted with any face pictures, but a certain mirror selfie catches his attention.

isn’t that pips’ favorite dress?

he glances towards your room suspiciously before inspecting the photo further.

his hands shake as he realizes that the little purse slung over the girl’s shoulder has the same exact set of keychains he gave you for your birthday one year.

staring blankly at the screen, he hopes that looking at other pictures of this girl will prove his suspicions wrong, hopes that he’s just being crazy. but, it becomes extremely apparent with every snapshot he views that this is your account. hell, there’s even a picture of tara, if he wasn’t already convinced.

as soon as it clicks to him that you took your time to write out all these filthy things about him, that you typed these words with your own fingers, he feels himself harden immediately.

“pips, c’mere. i came across a funny account,” he calls out for you, throwing his voice towards your room.

seconds later, he hears you shuffling around, and eventually the patter of your footsteps echo in the hallway.

leaning on the couch behind him, you giggle in anticipation. “lemme see!”

he holds the phone up so that you can see over his shoulder. “look, this girl’s entire account is just thirsts over her roommate. interesting, isn’t it? she even has clothes like yours.”

your heart sinks to your stomach, and you feel your blood rush to your face.

“what the fuck, caleb? you’re such an ass.” you stop leaning on the couch immediately, already retreating to your room as your cheeks burn hotter than fire.

“pips. get back here.” his voice is firm, like he’s giving you a warning. you turn back towards him slowly.

“why’d you call me out here just to embarrass me?” you feel your resolve wearing down by the second, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “i’m sorry, okay, if that’s what you wanted to h—”

“it’s okay,” he blurts out. you stare at him blankly. “i mean, i’m not mad or anything.” his tone softens a bit.

“i’ve been… thinking the same stuff, y’know. for a while now.”

you almost stumble. trying to maintain your composure, your brows furrow as your mind races. as well as you know caleb, it almost seems like he’s playing a cruel joke on you.

“that’s not funny,” you sigh, circling your thumbs into your temples as you turn towards your door again.

he reaches out for you, grasping your wrist before you can walk away. “i’m serious.” he sounds more urgent than before, like he’s desperate for you to believe him. his eyes bore through you, begging you to take his words at face value.

still holding your wrist firmly, he searches your expression for some sort of indicator, some sign that you’ve felt the same way he has.

“tell me,” he whispers. “say all the fucked up things you wrote about me to my face.”

you shy away from him, gluing your eyes to the floor as your arousal and shame mix together messily. “caleb, knock it off….” you whisper with your heart practically beating in your throat.

“i can do all the things you wrote about, pips,” he offers, a coy smile spreading across his face.

and that’s all it takes for you to envelope him in a wet, sloppy, animalistic kiss. shoulders lowering in relief, caleb kisses you back, matching your fervor and franticness as the two of you hold on to each other for dear life.

he pulls away, gasping for air as his mind reels from the sheer lust of the kiss.

“i’ve decided,” he pants out before latching his lips onto the juncture of your neck.

“we’ll act out every single thing that you wrote about me.”

“and more.”

a/n again: this was gonna be a full length smut but i’m lazy lmao, if anyone wants a pt. 2 lmk :D

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this is not a req, I just need 2 know ur thoughts here Zoey. do u think Caleb would take the snip(vasectomy) so we could become cream filled pie like we wanted without surprise pregnancy? :(( or is he too much into family vision for it?? :(((

if getting a vasectomy means unlimited creampies, caleb is DEFINITELY up for it. he's too addicted to the feeling of going raw to give it up, especially because it makes him feel so much closer to his lover. so taking the snip is perfect for him!!

i think he'd either plan with you for one child then get a vasectomy after, or get it right away and adopt a child that needs a little love <3

either way he’s happy as long as he can fill his sweet girl up ;)

great ask!!

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☾𖤓 ; @im-just-here-ppl asked: “Hey I was wondering if you could do something with Zayne where he ties you up with either rope or his tie all because you gave him attitude so something like an attitude adjustment if you know what I mean but it is up to you also I love your work don't stop doing what you're doing ❤️❤️❤️”

nsfw (18+), includes fem!reader, light bondage (wrists), cunnilingus, fingering. likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated :)

wc: 1k

a/n: been so busy with work and studying so this took a minute but enjoyyy!!

as a doctor, zayne can’t help but constantly offer up little ways that you can improve your health.

“drink more water, it’s necessary for your energy,” he says.

“don’t lay down immediately after eating, it hinders digestion.”

“if you sleep on your back, it’ll keep your spine aligned.”

and even though zayne only means well, you’ve begun to feel like all his tips ands comments are just nagging.

one day, he’s telling you that you should stop purchasing those energy drinks of yours when you snap on him.

“zayne, i’m a grown woman for fuck’s sake. stop treating me like a child and focus on your patients who actually need help!” your voice, filled with pent-up anger, almost makes zayne flinch.

but he doesn’t say anything; he stills completely, face filled with pain. the air between you two feels taut with tension, bearing down on your shoulders like heavy weights. you quickly regret what you’ve said, ridiculing yourself internally.

“hey, zayne,” you approach him, whispering softly. “i—i’m sorry— i don’t know why i freaked out like that…” your voice trails off, and you can only feel pathetic as he simply stares at you.

he sighs plainly, and turns to walk back to his room. you decide to just let him, hoping that a little space with give both of you time to cool off.

but, something in your brain tells you to call out for him, tell him sorry one more time. and so you do.

“zayne, please—don’t walk away. i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you, just don’t leave,” you sound almost desperate, pleading with him though your eyes to forgive you so you don’t feel awful.

“do you think you can?” he asks you coldly. “make it up to me, that is.”

you nod your head eagerly. “yes, i’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, and i really do mean whatever.”

the corners of his lips turn up, just enough to give you the encouragement you need.

“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” you repeat, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

wordlessly, he kisses you back, and you feel his shoulders drop—almost like he’s relieved, and he kisses you even deeper. soon enough, the two of you are almost tangeled in each other, pressed together with need and desire.

zayne pulls away, breath slightly shaky from the overwhelming heat of the kiss.

“do you really want to make it up to me?” his eyes search your face for approval.

you nod your head yes, and zayne pulls you into his room without wasting another second.

kissing every inch of your flesh as he undresses you, you end up splayed out on zayne’s grey comforter as he stares down at you. his cold eyes scan over your body like he’s trying to ingrain this view into his psyche so that he’ll never forget it.

reaching his long fingers up to his neck, he pulls his tie off. and with the precision of a surgeon, he loops the fabric around your wrists, tying the knot taught.

“zayne, i’m sorry, i really am,” you chant, feeling even guiltier now that he’s got you like this.

he shushes you gently, “there’s no need to be sorry now. just be good and take what i give you.”

ghosting his fingers up your arms, he places his thumb to your chin, tilting it up. “and make sure you look at me. it’s too late to cower away now,” he whispers.

you train your eyes on his chilly gaze, watching in awe as he leans over and dips his fingers down to graze your core.

“you’re soaked,” he murmurs, lost in his own thoughts of the awful things he wants to do to you.

his expression is too intense; feverish and discerning, like he’ll see through your soul if he stares long enough.

avoiding his gaze, you turn your cheek to him and fix your eyes on the little rug across from his bed.

“eyes,” he says patiently, waiting for you look at him.

and the second that you do, zayne latches his lips on to you like a starved man.

pressing the flat of his tongue against your bud, he mumbles something about your taste as you cry out, voice wracked with pleasure.

you try to grip the sheets, his hair, anything, forgetting that you’re bound.

and keen as ever, zayne reaches up to take hold of your wrists, pressing them into your stomach so that you can’t even squirm.

“you’re doing so good at making it up to me,” he pants out before lapping at your clit again.

chin drenched in your slick, he continues his assault on your sex, drawing helpless whines from your lips as you try not to buck your hips into his mouth.

“mm—zayne—“ you stammer out, words whisked away by the filthy sensation of his tongue.

he looks up at you, eyebrow cocked as if to say, “yes, dear?” and you beg him to just let you finish already.

suckling your clit as he slips his middle two fingers into your wetness, you feel that distinct coil in your stomach tighten.

“zayne, zayne, please don’t stop,” you plead with him, restraint gone as you roll your hips into him, closer than ever.

“that’s it,” he encourages you. “just let go.”

and with that, your eyes squeeze shut, body tensing up as white-hot pleasure blooms in your core, forcing your thighs to quiver helplessly as zayne rubs small circles against your thigh.

with a large sigh, you let you head slump back against the mattress, still shaking from the aftershocks of your climax.

lifting himself up with toned arms, zayne sits up, admiring your blissful expression.

“you kept your promise, didn’t you?” he chuckles, voice laced with amusement.

nodding wordlessly, you just smile at him.

“this means you’ll listen to my advice from now on, right?” he prods, taking advantage of how pliable you are at the moment.

you giggle. “maybee….” grasping his hand delicately.

absentmindedly, you wonder if you should try yelling at zayne more often.

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hello!!!! ur zayne helping u dress for the day post appeared on my tl and i wanted to say i love the way u write and ur profile aesthetic is so pretty c: i hope u have had a great day

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! im still a novice writer there’s much to learn but im so glad you like!!!!

also i updated my theme bc the old one was ugly asf so YAY aesthetic

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this is genuinely so sweet you deserve the best

zayne is definitely the kind of man who enjoys dressing you every day. 

you wake up damn near the crack of dawn to get ready for work, and he’s up as well, always eager to help despite his own obligations.

you’ll shower sleepily, stepping out completely naked, but he never expects sex when he’s helping you put your underwear on—he just wants to be of use to you.

he’ll stand behind you to hold up your white collared shirt, waiting patiently as you shrug in to it. adoring you silently, he’ll admire how effortlessly beautiful you look in even the simplest uniform.

if need be, he’ll iron your pants to crisp perfection, taking his time to press out all the tiny creases. he’ll help you into them, making sure the zipper is pulled up taught and the button is fastened securely.

he’ll kneel down, sliding a pair of matching socks over the heels of your feet before slipping on your hunter’s boots so the he can lace them up. he’ll even pat your ankle gently when he’s done, smiling up at you gingerly, waiting for a small nod of approval.

even after you’re fully dressed, zayne takes the time to help you choose a pair of earrings when you’re feeling truly indecisive, expertly explaining why one pair would or wouldn’t match your hairstyle. his attention to detail is impeccable; that keen eye of his never fails you.

at the end of the day, zayne just loves you so much and wants to make your life a little bit easier however he can.

a/n: currently crying, only 2 days left on raf’s banner and i haven’t gotten his card

send help

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uh this is so real!

☾𖤓 ; imagine caleb wanting to breed you but he can’t :(

in the past, you’ve used several forms of contraception, never really paying much attention to condoms. but, it just seems that each option is only more painful or inconvenient than the last, and you’re tired of putting yourself through that much discomfort just to have sex.

by the time you become physical with caleb, condoms are the only form of protection you’re willing to use—and reasonably so.

he’ll agree with faux enthusiasm to use condoms with you, completely masking his devastation.

it just breaks him to know that a stupid piece of latex is keeping the two of you from being truly connected. keeping him from filling his precious girl up to the brim.

oh how he wishes he could just fill you up so good with his seed—he’d even use his fingers push it in, really make sure it takes. he’d do it over and over again, spilling inside your pretty pussy as many times as it takes to get you pregnant. he’d put you in every position he can twist your body into, settling on a mating press that allows him to get so fucking deep. he’d ruin his sleeping schedule to stay up fucking you in a heartbeat, too—you’d be trying for a baby with him every. single. day.

but it’s not just the thought of filling you up that gets him.

he wants to build a family with you, a home. wants to have kids so he can give them his love too, even more love than he gives you. and he knows you would be the best mother; so sweet, so thoughtful, so nurturing.

yet, he knows it’s completely out of the question to ever finish inside of you without your permission. you’d be so hurt, you’d never look at him the same, never trust him again—and that terrifies him more than anything.

so, he finds ways to cope, trying to make his reality even a bit more bearable.

touching himself, he fantasizes about fucking you raw, balls deep inside your sopping pussy. being able to feel all of you, nothing restricting him, nothing keeping him from pouring his entire being into you. he’d push your thighs up against your chest, panting wildly as he rams into you like a madman, just desperate to spill his seed.

and he just knows for a fact that it would be heavenly, knows that you’d glow after finally letting him cum inside of you. you’d be even prettier—if that’s even possible.

cursing to himself, he decides that he’s just gonna have to find some way to convince you to let your precious caleb breed you—no matter what it takes.

a/n: smash.

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☾𖤓 ; imagine caleb wanting to breed you but he can’t :(

in the past, you’ve used several forms of contraception, never really paying much attention to condoms. but, it just seems that each option is only more painful or inconvenient than the last, and you’re tired of putting yourself through that much discomfort just to have sex.

by the time you become physical with caleb, condoms are the only form of protection you’re willing to use—and reasonably so.

he’ll agree with faux enthusiasm to use condoms with you, completely masking his devastation.

it just breaks him to know that a stupid piece of latex is keeping the two of you from being truly connected. keeping him from filling his precious girl up to the brim.

oh how he wishes he could just fill you up so good with his seed—he’d even use his fingers push it in, really make sure it takes. he’d do it over and over again, spilling inside your pretty pussy as many times as it takes to get you pregnant. he’d put you in every position he can twist your body into, settling on a mating press that allows him to get so fucking deep. he’d ruin his sleeping schedule to stay up fucking you in a heartbeat, too—you’d be trying for a baby with him every. single. day.

but it’s not just the thought of filling you up that gets him.

he wants to build a family with you, a home. wants to have kids so he can give them his love too, even more love than he gives you. and he knows you would be the best mother; so sweet, so thoughtful, so nurturing.

yet, he knows it’s completely out of the question to ever finish inside of you without your permission. you’d be so hurt, you’d never look at him the same, never trust him again—and that terrifies him more than anything.

so, he finds ways to cope, trying to make his reality even a bit more bearable.

touching himself, he fantasizes about fucking you raw, balls deep inside your sopping wet pussy. being able to feel all of you, nothing restricting him, nothing keeping him from pouring his entire being into you. he’d push your thighs up against your chest, panting wildly as he rams into you like a madman, just desperate to spill his seed.

and he just knows for a fact that it would be heavenly, knows that you’d glow after finally letting him cum inside of you. you’d be even prettier—if that’s even possible.

cursing to himself, he decides that he’s just gonna have to find some way to convince you to let your precious caleb breed you—no matter what it takes.

a/n: smash.

[xoey101]

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[xoey101]

☾𖤓 ; @dawnbreakerbrokeme asked: “Hiyyaaaa Zoey 👋! I saw that your request was open, so I'm taking a leap of faith and requesting something that I've been think about for a while. I'm a zayne girlie so...what if he caught y/n grinding against his pillow late at night after he gets home? That's my request..you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I'm just curious and always ovulating for zayne.....”

hi lovely!! this is my first ask omgomgomg hope i can give you what you’re craving xx

zayne’s just come in from a long day at work. he’s exhausted, slipping off his tie and shoes by the front door, not even taking the time to put them away neatly like usual. 

he makes a beeline for his bedroom, but stops dead in his tracks after hearing the most peculiar noises echoing from that direction.

at first, it doesn’t even dawn on him that you’re masturbating—he’d hear your moans and think you were hurt.

so, heart pounding out of his chest, he races for the door, turning the knob with deathly anticipation.

and there you are. you definitely aren’t hurt, to say the least.

you’re all tangled up in the sheets with his pillow in between your legs. and you’re wearing nothing but your panties and his t-shirt.

“zayne—“ you stop moving your hips, and your heart almost falls through the floor. 

he’s incredibly relieved that you’re okay, but his brain practically short-circuits at the sight of you grinding against his pillow in his bed, wearing his shirt.

“insatiable as ever,” he mumbles from the doorway, trying to maintain his cool demeanor. 

he steps closer, tiredness immediately dissipating.

“my love, there’s no need to do this,” he gestures to his pillow, “when you have me at your disposal.” he chuckles gently.

“i know, i’m sorry i just, i needed you so bad and nothing else worked….” you trail off, realizing you’re coming across as desperate.

zayne shushes you softly, leaning over to press a wet, heated kiss against your lips. “i’m here now, that’s all that matters isn’t it?”

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he fucks you realllll good after walking in on you like that; he knows that the fact you were using his pillow for relief means you’re truly pent-up, and he plans on taking care of that.

he’s got you in a mating press, thighs slug over his shoulders lazily as he snaps his hips into you without rest. 

sweat rolling off his forehead from the sheer work he’s putting in to fucking you right, he’s still thinking about walking in on you.

“can’t believe—“he grunts. “my love was doing something so awful while i was out saving lives—“ 

you mewl, hardly able to focus on his words because of how deep he is. “m’sorry zayne, i’ll make it up to you,” you scream, gripping on to him for dear life.

he speeds up his pace, fingers grabbing greedily at your hips to pull himself even deeper into you, engulfed by your wetness and warmth.

you pant shallowly, trying not to give away the fact that you’re close to your orgasm.

and yet, as attentive as ever, zayne reaches down to finger your clit. “don’t hold back,” he moans out. “take what you need from me.”

and that sends you right over the edge. you’re cumming so hard that it quite literally takes your breath away, and all you can do is shake around zayne as he fucks into you, chasing his own orgasm. 

completely spent, zayne manages to move your limp body over before plopping face first beside you into the bed.

the two of you are a sticky, sweaty mess, almost enmeshed with his crisp white bedding.

zayne tilts his head over to you, feeling a bit playful.

“maybe…. you can continue to take advantage of my pillow when i’m gone.”

[xoey101]

zayne is definitely the kind of man who enjoys dressing you every day. 

you wake up damn near the crack of dawn to get ready for work, and he’s up as well, always eager to help despite his own obligations.

you’ll shower sleepily, stepping out completely naked, but he never expects sex when he’s helping you put your underwear on—he just wants to be of use to you.

he’ll stand behind you to hold up your white collared shirt, waiting patiently as you shrug in to it. adoring you silently, he’ll admire how effortlessly beautiful you look in even the simplest uniform.

if need be, he’ll iron your pants to crisp perfection, taking his time to press out all the tiny creases. he’ll help you into them, making sure the zipper is pulled up taught and the button is fastened securely.

he’ll kneel down, sliding a pair of matching socks over the heels of your feet before slipping on your hunter’s boots so the he can lace them up. he’ll even pat your ankle gently when he’s done, smiling up at you gingerly, waiting for a small nod of approval.

even after you’re fully dressed, zayne takes the time to help you choose a pair of earrings when you’re feeling truly indecisive, expertly explaining why one pair would or wouldn’t match your hairstyle. his attention to detail is impeccable; that keen eye of his never fails you.

at the end of the day, zayne just loves you so much and wants to make your life a little bit easier however he can.

a/n: currently crying, only 2 days left on raf’s banner and i haven’t gotten his card

send help

[xoey101]

sylus knows exactly how to handle you when you intentionally irritate and taunt him.

“on your knees,” he begins, still polite enough to hold out his hand to help you down. 

you kneel and look up at him through your lashes, batting them innocently. “oh sylus, ‘m sorry, just don’t make me do anything embarrassing.”

he raises his eyebrow at you and lets out an irritated scoff. “too late for apologies, sweetie,” he leans over to whisper in your ear, sending chills straight down your spine.

at the same time, he kicks the skirt you’re wearing up over your thighs, exposing your lacy panties. eying the fabric, he nudges his leg against your heat, pressing into you unapologetically.

“go on, then.”

you stare up at him incredulously.

“‘sy, don’t make me do it by myself—already said m’sorry—“ 

before you can let another word out, sylus pushes his shin against your clit, eliciting the most surprised gasp from your mouth.

“what was that, kitten? i can’t understand you when you’re making those peculiar noises,” he muses mockingly.

you scowl at him. 

“you’re insane if you think i’m going to grind against your leg like an animal or something. give me a fucking break.” and just like that, you innocent facade falls away completely.

sylus only smiles, glad to see that you’re done with your silly pretending.

“you already know that i’m insane, darling,” he tilts his head to the side, feigning confusion. “but if you’re really so repulsed by this, i’ll leave you to your own devices.” he withdraws his leg slightly, giving you a chance to protest. 

and obviously, you do.

“wait,” you sigh in exasperation, frowning at how you always manage to play right into his hands.

“oh?” sylus turns back towards you, coy grin plastered all over his face.

“and here i thought you weren’t the desperate kind, kitten.”

a/n: THANK YOU SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! I’M SO GRATEFUL FOR THE SUPPORT <3

[xoey101]

satoru loves to make the most of your toys by using your dildo on you whenever he gets a chance.

he loves how it gives him an opportunity to fuck you silly while observing every single way your body responds to the pleasure. obviously, he gets an amazing view when he’s taking care of you himself, but it’ll never compare to what he observes when he’s playing with you like this.

he’s always so fixated on how easily your toy slides in and out of your pussy—it’s so fucking wet and messy. your slick even clings to your thighs, threatening to completely ruin the sheets. 

“pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, huh? squeezing around this thing like it’s my dick,” he mumbles, completely fixed on the sight of your back arching up off the bed in pleasure.

eventually he’ll decide to push you just a bit more. laying flat on his stomach, he kisses your inner thighs as he pushes your dildo in even deeper, threatening to touch your cervix. you whine out a small “satoruuu,” in response, pleading with him through a frown to stop teasing you.

sighing in faux sympathy, he lets out a simple “i know baby, i know,” stopping to lick a long stripe up your cunt before lapping at your clit like a starved man.

“toru—ah! feels s’good,” you slur, gripping your pillow desperately for some sort of stability. his pace is absolutely relentless; he’s flicking his tongue up against your clit all while thrusting your toy up against your g-spot like he’s trying to make you pass out from the pleasure.

“mmm, you’re gonna cum soon baby, aren’tcha?” he mumbles into your pussy, blue eyes glued to your blissful expression. 

you don’t even get the chance to let out a meager “yes,” after satoru pushes your toy into that spot that drives you up a fucking wall. 

“‘toru, i’m cumming—“ you squeal out, moans echoing off the walls as you lose yourself completely, legs shuddering as your slick coats his lips and chin. 

rubbing circles into your thigh as you come down from your high, satoru grins wide like a cheshire cat.

“again, baby, again. need to see that pretty face of yours while you cum, just one more time,” he trails off, pretending to wait for you to agree, as if you don’t always end up giving him what he wants when he looks at you like that.

you nod quietly, breath still shaky from your orgasm.

“that’s my sweet girl, so good for me.”