h109zone

[h109zone]

random stuff—headcanon

synopsis. just miscellaneous stuff that remind me of the li's

pairing. no pairing

words. 210

warning. some suggestive descriptors

a/n. lmfao its been a minute, but i promised i'll put up something. i'll come up with more plot-charged fics but i'll start with something simple and then i'll develop further. just be patient <33

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

Houseplants, freshly washed blankets, campfires beneath the stars, far from light pollution, exhibitionism, baby powder scents, scented candles, museums of nature and fossils, old bookstores that sell classics, dinosaur books, board games and card games, midday naps, the word epoch.

Rafayel

Seafoam crashing against the rocks, exquisite fresh sushi at a high-end restaurant, a scattered splat of paint, lace lingerie, natural pigments, Spanish/Mediterranean homes, gold accents, hipster lifestyle, legends and myth, used and loved paintbrushes, Italian dramas and movies, the word flamboyance.

Zayne

clean and organized rooms, hand sanitizer, hot chocolate, mints, displays of tarts and chocolate ganache, a warm cottage house in the middle of an icy mountain, submission, white LED light, anatomy sketches and paraphernalia, German cars, dark circles, Arabic and Eastern medicine, the word stoic.

Sylus

cherries on top of hot fudge, dark roses, red leather seats in luxury cars, crows standing by white doves, gothic homes that scream historical, cuffs and blindfold, old record shops that are owned by an elderly couple, ambient music, late-night drives, vampire makeup looks, the word opulence.

Caleb

cloudy skies, freshly made breakfast with heart-shaped pancakes, playground with screeches of children, knee scrapes with intricate design band-aid, voyeurism, graffiti and chalk work, the smell of gasoline, RnB music, the bright colors that appear during dawn, lego collections, the word nostalgia.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

tw// mental health/suicide talk

hey… 😙

*dramatic music*

how y’all doing ? 😛

*gets booed for disappearing*

OKAY OKAY im sorry for disappearing, life happened and i wasn’t doing well mentally and physically. i won’t go to greater details but just know that my mental health has hit an all time low.

i initially wanted to post something for caleb’s birthday, but my writer’s block subsided only for my suicide note and i just lost inspo for my caleb’s piece, which sucked because i was looking forward and had so many ideas 😞💔

i’m back tho, hopefully i’ll back to writing, i may start doing short pieces/bullet points headcanons before i do full of writing projects as i intended to, only for now until i get my groove back.

dw i didn’t dip or ghost like i did on my old account lmfao, i just needed a lil bit of a break, and hopefully i’ll be back on track :)

in the meantime, i have an x account and its the same @ as this one H109ZONE so if you can’t find me here, then you can find me there 😗🤙

aight, that’s all cya

[h109zone]

reminder it’s still open :)))

before i go to bed, i just want to happily announce that requests are open ＼( 'ω')／

however, before you request, there are ground rules we need to establish before you hit the submit button. here are my requirements;

who do i write for?

the 5 main love interests, i do fem!reader and gen!reader. masc!reader could be a future consideration, but for now, i won’t be able to create content with male readers.

writing do��s:

nsfw/smut*

headcanons*

ooc/alternate universe**

fluff

angst

cnc/dub con

certain degrees of taboo/perversion

*i try to aim and will more than likely work on these types of content.

**i’ll do most au’s but some i won’t do due to either the nature of the au itself or that i’m not well versed in it.

writing don’t’s:

incest/pseudo, that includes step siblings/parents (i’m talking to you certain caleb fans e_e)

i will write violence and some forms of manipulations but i will not be writing any form abuse from the boys

necrophilia or anything involving death being put in an inappropriate manner

zoophilia

any sexual act that involves a minor/general pedophilia

high school au (any high school request will be replaced with university)

i will indulge in writing cnc/dub but i will NOT be writing genuine rape/sexual assault

scat or piss play

reader specific (race, body type, etc.)

writing maybe’s:

family/pregnancy aus

smut involving menstruation

orgies/poly*

*i’m not 100% confident in writing this genre, however i will be trying my best

conditions when it comes to requesting:

don’t expect a quick response/publishing, i do try my best to put out content as quick, yet life happens and hinders my energy to writer. plus i don’t want to produce lackluster content, i’d rather take my time making good pieces.

its okay to request more than once ! you’re not demanding and you’re free to request as much as you want, there are no limits :)

feel free to ask and talk to me! i promise i won’t bite (unless you want me to ;) )

feedback is highly appreciated !!!! it helps me feel motivated and make more.

and more importantly, have fun !

i’ll probably edit later but this is all i got, i hope to see you in my inbox and give me your ideas (´･ω･`)

[h109zone]

My too much! too much!"—nsfw request is so good! I love it especially Xavier had you tied up 😳, where her imagination went when you found out O///O💭, he teased you a it when you asked with a smirk 😏, he wasn't happy about his neighbour's behaviour around you so this happened 😠, it's his third round already (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; you begged for mercy at his fast pace but he kissed your temples while speeding up 💋, his words are contradictory to his voice 😇😈, he pulled back & admire the mess you are 👀, he said to let him have what their neighbour can't have ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, she thought it's both a bad & good idea to let Rayafel know you never orgasmed before 😅, she was talking about your exes with him when he painted 🎨, he's shellshocked at your confession (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠), you were tending to him because you're worried 👍, the studio was filled with the sounds of drawing & music ✍️🎶, how it sounded like a AV instead 😳, he's playing with your clit because it's so his lover would have a mark to remember in Lemuria 😲, he spelled his name on it 📛, he didn't pull away to breathe even when you came 🫁, you thought he's too absorbed so you tried to stop him 🛑, he refused & explained he needs to show what your exes failed to do before continuing 😤, you're glad you told him 🤭, Zayne completely enjoyed torturing you 😁, he chose not to do anything so you went to drastic measures 😤, he stopped you right before you could orgasm because a patient is coming 🛑, he kept doing it for a few weeks 🔁, something happened which she was consoling him to taking it out on her ⊙⁠.⁠☉, you didn't mind that he actually skipped foreplay 👍, just how rough he is shows how pent up he is 😯, he even moaned O///O, she wanted to give Sylus a surprise as he had always been sweet to her 🎁, he had ripped your lingerie off (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, he kept thrusting with you on his lap 🤭, you kept riding him until you came so you were about to stop 🛑, he continued which your words were in sync with his thrusts 🗣️, he said he won't stop yet & needs you with him 🥺, she nodded which he kissed you while pushing you down in the bed 💋🛏️, just how much of a mess she is because of Caleb ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, he spanked you too ✋, you spoke of your insecurities which he felt like he didn't do enough 🥺, he did fucked you but it wasn't working so he decided to use a mirror🪞, he knew what she was about to do & stopped you 🛑, he's rough with you until you said you're gorgeous 😏, how sweet his kiss is but his fingers are not 😚🤌, and he's making you repeat how gorgeous you are 🗣️💕 How did you write all of them to be so hot 🥵 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!

glad you liked it ! we live a thorough and detailed feedback YES MAAM/SIR !

and ofc you can request anytime 🙏

[h109zone]

i’m a day late but happy pride month and happy juneleb 👹

[h109zone]

Can I request nsfw headcanons for Lads men overstimulating his female s/o please?

i posted right here !!!

hope you enjoyed it 🙏

[h109zone]

"too much! too much!"—nsfw

synopsis. a series of ways the li’s would enjoy overstimulation with you.

pairing. multi (separate) x reader

words. 2.3k

warning. nsfw, overstimulation duh, established relationship, porn with no plot, restraints, references of squirting, jealous!xavier, fingering, cunnilingus, some bs fact i made up about Lemuria, chastity/orgasm denial, masturbation, piv, mentions of public space, angry sex, lingerie, sensual love making, fucking through the mirror, mentions of insecurities (nonspecific), slight choking.

requested by. anon

a/n. xav's was based on the new event 😝 love me a man who can tie knots with ease (might make a seperate fic for him hehe), also this is lowkey a mess, i sincerely apologize, its four am rn. its not as poetic and plot-heavy as "mess with my woman, mess with me," but nevertheless, hope it's readable and enjoyable :).

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

The ropes were tightening with each passing moment, and Xavier never got close to it since he had bound you with them. You discovered his talent for tying knots by accident while participating in an event. After he decided to demonstrate how to tie knots on his wrist using the yarn in your possession, he ended up restraining himself on purpose. Your eyes widened, unsure if this was purposeful, as your brain instantly headed in a different direction.

“You know how to tie a knot?” you asked him inquisitively, as your eyes switched from his face down to the wrist-bound hand.

His doe-eyes feigned innocence contradicted his smirk that could mean anything, but you could see right through him. 

“Maybe,” he responded, a mirthful tease was laced in his simple answer, leaving you clenching your fist as the words caused another knot in your stomach. 

Fast forward, and a shirtless Xavier was using his talents on you; your wrists and along with your spread legs were bound onto the corner ends of your bed with intricate knots to make your escape difficult, not tight enough to cut circulation, yet not loose enough to free your hands. His nimble hands were not only talented in tying knots but also at pushing further onto the edge, as this is his third round with you where he has made you come nonstop without using his cock on you.

He thinks you deserves this after you’ve been having unwanted attention from your neighbor; unworthy of his length, but instead the tortures of his fingers onto your weeping pussy that called out his name and his name only. And he never stopped his motion; he kept going and going, even to the point of tears, and this time is no less. 

Xavier’s rapid speed was petrifyingly arousing, his middle and ring finger thrusting and out of you, making you scream at the overstimulation. 

“X-xavi, please!” you could only manage spill out of your fucked out space, as you felt yourself getting close to your peak. He can only fasten his pace as a response while kissing your temples as you writhe underneath him.

“Mhm, yeah, go on now, my pretty girl… say my name while you come,” He spoke in his naturally soft voice, but it was bordering on arousal, contradicting the dark and soft like the devil once was. Your eyes rolled back as you shook while squealing, feeling like a waterfall had flown down underneath you, causing a mess in the sheets and a groan from Xavier escaping his lips. 

For the first time, Xavier has pulled away, his two fingers pruned from the wetness oozing out of you, taking a good look at the scenery in front of him. You were catching your breath, hair sticking onto your skin from the sweat, unaware of your surroundings, in contrast to Xavier, smirking and gloating at the mess you’d made. You looked so hot, and Xavier thinks it’s time. 

While still in an overstimulated state, Xavier stripped off his pants and boxers before placing himself between your legs. You whimpered as you felt his head rub against your dripping hole, making him hush at you. 

“You know, I’m not done… Lemme have what he can’t have.”

Rafayel

Maybe telling Rafayel you never had a genuine orgasm was both a good and a bad idea.

It all started from a simple painting session with him; he wanted to draw you, and you served as his model naturally. Thankfully, Rafayel was talented enough to memorize shadows and lights that were hitting your supple skin, your scars, and other imperfections, so that he could chat with you just fine. You were discussing past lovers and you mentioned that your ex’s has failed to give you an orgasm, and there was his paintbrush dropping on the floor, splatting the marble material with red paint.

You gave him a concerned face as you went up to him, fearing that he would get dizzy. “Are you okay?” 

Rafayel was not okay, and he needed to do something—especially when you indirectly challenged him as you’ve stated that “no one could ever make you come..

One moment you were tending an astonished Rafayel, and now you were shuddering in immense pleasure as he placed his head in between your legs, to prove you wrong.

The sounds of Rafayel’s art studio were once filled with classical music and scratches of pencil hitting the paper, but now turned into an audio coming straight from an adult film. Your legs were spread apart as you gripped his purple strands while he went to town, his tongue leaving trails of love and lust onto your parts, sending you to a frenzy.

“Rafy~” You moaned out as you threw your head and tugging onto his hair while his tongue starts playing around your clit, leaving shapes that drives you insane.

In Lemuria, it is important to make your lover have a mark so they can remember their lover; for Rafayel, it was spelling his name onto your clit, his tongue drew along the nub far much intricate than of his paintings. 

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge as your legs started shaking before you felt yourself riding onto his face to ride out your pleasure. However, Rafayel never pulled away, not even to breathe.

You started to sob as you felt overwhelmed, yet Rafayel was still not stopping. Thinking he was still too in his world while having your honey, you tried pushing his head, but to no avail, he pushed his hand away as he dug his face deeper. 

“Rafayel… please! It’s too m-much!”

Rafayel finally pulled away after your weak protest, looking at you with heavy lust in his eyes.

“No, cutie, I need to show you what your idiotic exes couldn’t do, and make you feel so good,” he gruffed before he went down to finish his meal as the overstimulation was pleasantly kicking in.

You were glad that you had confessed to him.

Zayne

This denial you were having was torturous. 

He tested you and he loved it, he knew you were needy for him, as he was for you. But his chastity test that he gave you was doing more good than it was for you. Zayne would purposely busy himself to not to satisfy your sexual needs. Whenever you’re in his office at the hospital in need of him, he wouldn’t spare a glance at you, only for you to do what he orders: strip yourself and start touching yourself. 

You’d think you’d have what you wanted, only for you to get interrupted immediately by him as you were ready to orgasm. He would utter a firm stop, making you halt your motion and look up at him confused, before he got up, still not looking at you.

“I have a patient coming in in a few minutes, so better dress up before they come in.”

Bastard.

 And he never stops doing that for the next few weeks. You were convinced that you were going to lose it with his denial and teasing, him not giving you a single glance, a single form of satisfaction; you were praying for those torturous days to end, and thankfully, your prayers had been answered much sooner than expected.

A little mishap that occurred at the hospital has caused your typically calm-and-collected doctor boyfriend to lose his cool, however, he couldn’t take it out on his co-workers or his patients.

Oh, no, no… that’s where you come along.

It went from you consoling your boyfriend as soon as you noticed his huff while powerwalking up to you, to the fervently angry make-out session, to now pounding onto your poor pussy with no mercy.

You have skipped foreplay—uncommon for the two of you—but as someone has even been denied to come even once by your ruthless-in-the-sheets boyfriend, you couldn’t care less, as he had made you come more than he had switched positions.

You didn’t know how long your session had been going, but the deprivation of climaxing to overstimulation has overwhelmed you. Zayne’s fingernails sure marked your skin with waxing and waning moon shapes, while his hips were moving in an unforgiving pace and intensity, pent-up anger setting the motions.

“Oh, my fucking, god, Zayne! I-Its too much—” Your mumbling words were cut off by more erotic sounds as Zayne still pushed himself inside of you. His cock was shaped perfectly inside of you, that even with the intense feeling of climaxing prematuring was wall worth it.

“Shh, you don’t get to decide when to stop—fuck~” His voice cracked at the end as he lets a moan escape his lips, feeling himself getting closer once again.

All this chastity and pent-up that you and he were having respectively served you good, as you could see.

Sylus

Sylus was a tasteful man, and you loved indulging in that.

You lit up candles in your shared bedroom while wearing a red set that Sylus bought for you the other day, setting the mood for tonight. What’s the occasion? Just mere appreciation for him. He was the perfect boyfriend; doting, loving, caring, providing, just everything a perfect man would have, and that doesn’t even cut a quarter of what Sylus is to you.

You lay on your side by your king-sized bed as you waited for him, and as if on cue, he walked into the room, and he already sensed the titillating energy the room was having. His red eyes stare at your figure as your alluring lingerie matches well with his eye color. Your eyes were filled with a mix of adoration and concupiscence, as they hypnotized him in closer. 

Time passed, and your lingerie that was once hugging your body was now ripped into shreds, while Sylus places you onto his lap as he thrusts up to you, leaving you in a whimpering mess.

You initially rode him with your lips were magnetized by his naturally curved lips, hips gyrating in a pace that caused both of you immense pleasure as Sylus’s deep voice erupted into a growl. Your thighs gave out as you reached your climax, yet Sylus didn’t want you to stop your motions. While catching your breath, he misled you into giving you a breather, ready to push yourself off of him, only until he grips your hips as he starts thrusting upwards, making you yelp out a whimper.

“Sylus! Sylus! Please! It’s! Too! Much!” Your moaning words went in sync with Sylus’s thrusts, his cock leaving you no mercy as it hits continuously up to your sweet spot. Sylus could only groan while he bit your earlobe at the way you clenched around due to the overstimulation.

“Stay with me, kitten, I—fuck—won’t stop anytime soon,” he breathily said while he pulls your face up to him, forcing eye contact, “I need you to be with me, okay?”

You can only nod before he crashes his lips onto yours before pushing you down to the mattress, still pushing his cock inside of you.

You surprised him, and now he gets to enjoy his gift.

Caleb

Your reflection has painted a portrait for you: makeup ruined, hair disheveled, bruises all over your upper body, your thighs were glistening from the mix of your essence and cum and your boyfriend behind you, smirking as he teasingly massages your asscheek that he had just spanked. 

Your hands were gripping the mirror as commanded by your colonel boyfriend, standing behind you in the nude, as he proceeded to slap your cheeks, making you grimace in pain and pleasure. 

Caleb forces your head up by placing a hand on your neck while he snakes his other arm around your waist, “Keep your eyes up on yourself, pipsqueak.” He gruffed, holding your jaw by the slope of his thumb and pointer finger, lips started to attack the sides of your face while his other hand traveled south as he started to play with your abused nub. 

All you did was express your insecurities, talk about your dissatisfaction with your appearance, your style, your intellect, your whole general existence, all a vent to your trusted boyfriend. However, with each criticism you gave to yourself, a part of Caleb shatters along with it. Does he not love you enough? Has he not reassured you enough? That’s no good at all, things must change.

And there you are now, after rounds and rounds of Caleb fucking you to oblivion until you recognize your beauty, he still felt like you weren’t buying it, hence the two of you standing in front of the full-body mirror that located in the corner of the room. Caleb’s veiny hand that was inserted itself once again inside of you caused you to twist your leg shut, but he used the hand that was on your neck to stabilize you by holding your waist, forcing you to stand up straight.

“Oh, no, no, you can’t do that,” he whispers as he kisses your shoulder while looking at you through the reflection, “c’mon, pips, tell me how gorgeous you are…”

His command, along with the overwhelmingly painful pleasure you were receiving, sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t babble out his name, which caused him to pull out and slap your pussy, making you wail in pain and pleasure vefore he inserts it again.

“I won’t repeat myself… say you’re gorgeous!” His voice was harsh while his eyes resembled those of a predator. You could only sob and hiccup before letting out a weak yet audible, “I’m gorgeous.”

“Say it louder,”

“I am gorgeous!” You whimpered loudly as his fingers began rubbing your sensitive nub at a dangerous pace. 

“That’s my good girl~” He mutters before leaning in for a cheek kiss.

The kiss was sweet and sensual, contrasting with the violent and fervid fingers that Caleb places on your lower half. His cock was sprung up high once again as it hits your outer lips, ready to insert itself once again, making your fucked out state an even more brain melting experience.

You won’t be leaving the room without saying “I’m gorgeous”… unless you speak of your insecurities once again.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

posted twice today... how does it feel that i spoiled y'all ????😌😌😌😌

[h109zone]

long distance surprise—nsfw/short piece

synopsis. after not seeing your boyfriend due to his demanding job, you discovered more about him that you didn't expect to have from him.

pairing. caleb x reader

words. 643

warning. hair pulling, slight body mention, vaguely mentioned pilot!caleb, use of pipsqueak, slut was mentioned, switch caleb and reader?

a/n. REPOST this small piece is totally not based off of a dream i had of him on the day of his release that converted me from a caleb hater to a closeted-now-open caleb fucker... not at all... also might build more for his birthday... maybe not... we'll see

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Having a boyfriend who's always out of town can be both upsetting and exciting.

With Caleb, whenever he visits, you're always left surprised with the way he gives himself away with his gifts. While he gives you the best gifts one could give you, there is no better gift from him other than his presence.

Especially when his lips graze your skin that aches for any sounds that expel out of your lips—and today is no different.

Throwing his coat and hat somewhere in the room, leaving him in his button-down, which was half unbuttoned, and formal pants, as you straddle his lap while he's sitting with his lips ravaging yours.

Touches desires for fervent actions, yet neither of you wants to give in that quick; instead, there's an unspoken competition on which of you wants to succumb to either of your seductions just yet.

His hands that were once gripping your thighs started to roam around your body, his long digits and palm caressing the beauty of your curves and plumpness of your hips and breasts, before one hand reaches up to your throat while the other travels downwards.

Your hands as well were performing quests while roaming around Caleb's well-built body, with one hand playing with his necklace and gripping it to get him even closer, while the other was playing with the hairs on his neck.

Your tongues danced around each other as strings of salacious sounds resonated around the room. You've been holding yourself well until Caleb reaches past your shirt to play around with your bud, making you gasp and whimper.

He pulls away slightly, making you chase after his lips. You were flabbergasted by his audacity, him playing with your most sensitive spot when you haven't done your attack yet. Almost like he knew, he chuckles at your desperation.

"What's wrong, pipsqueak? I thought you wanted to tease me, but I see that I wo—HA!"

His words were cut when you suddenly tugged at his hair back, making him gasp as he widened his eyes at you. His face instantly turned bright red before rolling his eyes back as you began pulling it back further to expose his neck, his Adam's apple dropped with each pretty groan and curses expelling his lips.

"You didn't give me a chance..." You cooed, feigning innocence—an oxymoron in this situation—as you looked down at his beautiful throat, "I was just about to give in, but I remembered where your weakness was. You just love getting your hair pulled like a slut?"

Your mouth was letting out the most provocative words as it licked a stripe and nipped around the sensitive spot on the sides of his throat. He moans out of desperation as your teeth sink in, making sure you mark him.

"Fuck..." Caleb shudders as he grips your hips harshly. Victory was right around the corner as you finally had Caleb wrapped around your finger, his delicious whimpers of desperation causing you to feel wetter than you initially felt.

You won.... or so you thought.

It was only when you pulled away to witness the art pieces you've created on his neck and collarbone, Caleb pushes you down to the mattress and begins chuckling darkly as you attempt to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Your wrists were wrapped around his large hand while the other began to grip your leg, placing himself between them.

You felt your stomach beginning to warm up at the sudden maneuver from Caleb, catching you off guard. It was only until he leaned down to your ears while his other hand began to play with the hem of your skirt, his fingers played with your clothed folds in languid motions as he whispered menacingly.

"You thought the game's over? how gullible... we're far from over."

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

xavier + prone bone

warnings: MDNI ! piv, prone bone, slight character study bc i’m me

the first time you try this position, he’s mesmerized by the jiggle of your ass with every thrust. he begins with his hands on your cheeks, kneading and squeezing the plumpness as he gives a few experimental thrusts. he doesn’t react to your soft gasps muffled against the drool dampened pillow, nor does he acknowledge the way your nails dig waxing and waning crescents into it above your head either. not because he doesn’t notice, but because he’s remembering everything.

xavier’s eyes remain glued to your figure that rests angelically on your shared bed, scrutinizing every reaction he can muster out of you and cataloging them away in his brain so he can compute the quickest way to make you unravel under him. his honed hunter senses remain on high alert, not just to pick up every whine and moan that falls from your kiss bitten lips, but to maximize their volume as well.

the moonlight cascades over the soft skin of your back, reminding him how vulnerable you allow yourself to be with him. you trust him unequivocally, it dawns on him, and he’s not one to pass up an opportunity when it arises so blatantly in front of his eyes. his gaze softens, his heart clenches, and an overwhelming surge of protectiveness floods his system. but first he needs to be sure.

you flinch ever so slightly when you feel the hardened hands of a prince made to work rest lightly on your back. desperate for more, you press your ass flush against his pelvis and wiggle your hips, eliciting the reaction you were hoping for. he hisses as he inches deeper, splaying his long, slender fingers over your sides and pushing his palms down harder on either side of your spine, forcing your arch deeper. it doesn’t hurt and he doesn’t mean for it to, he’s simply using his unlikely strength to remind you just who has the upper hand. who always will. with a firm grip keeping you down, he grinds into you. his expert aim has yet to miss as he repeatedly brushes the soft spongy spot on the front of your walls.

your eyes shoot open in realization as you try to scramble forward to distance yourself from the overwhelming stimulation. you don’t make it far, blocked immediately by a warm, hard chest pressing against your shoulders and an elbow planting itself beside your head. you feel the pillow crumple in his harsh grip, and as he has you caged in, as he leans down. you feel his hot breath tickle the shell of your ear, your eyelids flutter shut in response. he nips it lightly and you buck under him, a futile and halfhearted effort that only results in more friction. you squeeze around him then, whether in retaliation or reaction, you’re unsure.

“my star wants to escape so soon after our reunion?” xavier whispers, disappointment etched delicately into his teasing words. although, you’re not always sure whether he is joking. “she’s going to have to try a lot harder than that if she truly means to get away.”

a warning, a challenge. he’ll let you go, but not easily now that you’re finally back in his clutches.

you lift your head, pressing your elbows into the mattress to gain elevation. just as you’re about to respond to soothe and deny his claims, xavier’s hand silently sneaks around your throat. his palm gently covers the front as his fingers wrap around the sides, not squeezing but reminding. his thumb rubs soothing circles against your pulse as he angles your head back to make upside down eye contact with him.

you don’t know what you expect to see — anger, betrayal, hurt? instead you’re met with the most sincere sea of blue. he’s earnest and almost shy in the way he blinks down at you. his brows slightly furrow as he searches for any hint of fear or discomfort as you stare back at him. all that’s reflected is the purest light of utter devotion.

and you’ve confirmed it for him. now he’s never been more sure of anything in his whole life. xavier notes the stutter in the rise and fall of your chest as your breath hitches. his gaze wanders back to your plump lips, slightly parted and expectant. he dips down, pressing forward to brush the sweetest kiss against them. but when he leans back, readjusting to his original position, his demeanor changes.

gone is the prince charming aiming to woo you and cater to your every desire. in his stead remains a veteran soldier, lightyears from home and no longer taking orders from anyone. there’s a twinkle of cold mischief in his eyes and his hips drive deeper, all the way to the hilt.

your eyes widen, face still angled back towards him, when his hold tightens on you.

"don't look at anyone else with those eyes," xavier warns. "otherwise i won’t be able to ensure their wellbeing."

© teataglia 2025, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost my content on any platform.

[h109zone]

i have a feeling that my zayne fic will flop 💔 thats what i get for succumbing to depression. NEXT REQUESTER I PROMISE I’LL DO YOUR WORK WHEN I WAKE UP !!! I WON’T FAIL YOU !

[h109zone]

~Your writing always have me blushing hard at the VERY beginning, so im excited that you even look my way queen 💅. Heres my request:

"They was on a business trip and you were feeling needy..little did you know that he was coming home a day early (already stressed from the business trip) and he caught you, red handed, "taking care of yourself 🙃", with toys and all. I mean candles lit, sexy lingerie, and even soft music in the back ground."

~if you can do this for me queen, i will genuinely bow and kiss your ring. 😄

heyyyy i finally made your piece and you can find it here !!!!

hope you enjoyed :)

[h109zone]

closer than you think—nsfw

synopsis. zayne was away on a trip that was cut short, due to the research's goal having been fulfilled earlier than expected, yet you have unintentionally given him a surprise. how else will he handle the sight of his wife in such a state?

pairing. Zayne x afab!reader

requested by. dawnbreakerbrokeme 

words. 3.2k

warning. porn with a lil plot, married life, zayne's a lil ooc, dom!zayne, fem!masturbation, light choking, slight humiliation/degradation but no slur, use of sex toy, rough turns soft, use of sir. also not beta read.

a/n. yuurrrr !!!! sorry i took forever to make this, i was busy and also was hella depressed lmfao, but im back tho. the plot to porn ratio in this is like 30:70, also idk why i made them married... it works tho lmfao. nevertheless, i still hope you enjoyed it!!!

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

This ended sooner than expected. 

Zayne thought to himself as he was approaching the train station, dragging his wheeled suitcase behind him, as he securely placed one of his hands in his pocket. The sterile-in-appearance station scents itself with the smell of mechanics and the baked goods of designated cafes scattered around, with potential passengers and employees roaming around to catch their stop or see if things are in top shape. 

The doctor was away for a medical research conference being held at an esteemed university in a different city—not far enough to take a plane, yet not close enough to drive to, hence the train was the optimal option—which they had invited him to, thanks to his impressive credentials. The trip was supposed to last for a few weeks, yet the mission ended within 10 days, which oddly yet pleasantly caught the young doctor off guard. 

Why pleasantly? To make it short and simple, he could go back to you, his loving wife. You were everything to him; you were his kryptonite, his confidant, his best friend, his carrot repellent, the icing to his cinnamon roll, you were the heart that pumps out his blood, you’re as precious as stones—simply put, no amount of similes and metaphors could ever descibe your status in his life. Naturally, he is more than ecstatic than one could be, at least in his way—it’d be a miracle if you spot him smiling widely. Nevertheless, he’s more than happy that it was cut short , and the train ride is only less than three hours, too long but better than hourslong drive, anything to see his darling again.

 He hasn’t informed you that he’ll come in earlier than expected, as he wanted to surprise you, which is not on brand, but he thought to use his “man of few words” quality, plus the constant excuse that this research is “taxing,” which wasn’t a lie by any means if we’re talking in technicality, but would it be true honesty if he simply just wanted his wife to not know if his early arrival? After all, these types of events are rare to come, so might as well take this chance.

Meanwhile, back home, there you were, waiting for the day your husband comes back. He has told you of his “busy” meeting, which you completely understood. You have always known that your husband is a workaholic and that work is one of his main priorities, after you, of course, which you highly admire. However, even with things you love can have a limit; your husband’s physical absence has taken its toll on you, and it is starting to appear on the surface. 

You missed every aspect of Zayne in both physical and emotional ways. You missed his warmth towards you, you missed his snarky remarks, you missed his caring nature, you missed having yourself lying on his chest while cuddling, you missed the feeling of your fingers entangling his soft raven hair, you missed staring into his green eyes as he looks down at you. You also have missed being on your knees for him, begging him to have him all in your mouth, you missed his struggled and choked up whimpers before he ravishes you on the spot, you missed the feeling of his cock sheathing inside you as you sat on him. You missed him in a way, like you have been deprived of his touch for so long.  

You feel very pathetic with this first-world problem you were having, but how can you blame yourself when you have a man like him? Ever since he has gone on that god forsaken trip, you craved him even more than you thought. It didn’t help that you two had had sex on he day of his trip, but you still craved him since then. You would resort to phone calls and sexting, but his work was too tiresome, so you couldn’t get any action out of him digitally due to feeling sympathy for him. 

So what choice do you have? You only got your desires and your dominant hand to do a quarter of the job. It’s gotten so bad that you have ordered in advance as soon as Zayne informed you, in fear of a situation like this were to happen, since you are completely aware of his workaholic tendencies. You two were not anti-sex toys, but weren’t up to it since you two were able to satiate your hunger, even with a simple dry hump with heavy make outs does the job exceptionally well, surprising the both of you.

Nevertheless, you did it, and it just so happened that your toy arrived yesterday. It was a vibrator with a contemporary look that claims that it could snug well around your clit and could “reach you to heaven faster,” so you were curious and bought it for the time being before it arrived right at your feet. You’ve already given it a cleanse and sanitized it, as you prepared your room to set the mood like you would if your husband were here; however, for today, it's just you and your toy—unknowing of what’s to come eventually.

You’ve lit up candles and worn your new set—the one Zayne bought recently that you wore once—as you’ve dimmed the lighting and closed the curtain. The sweet yet sultry scent of roses and vanilla permeates the room, while the warm glow of the fiery candles fills the space. The aura of your bedroom has created a sensation of seduction and concupiscence as your desires started to conquer your system. 

Your mind wanders with mental images of you and your virile husband has sent you over the edge. You lie across the mattress as you allow your imagination to take over, images of Zayne’s immense and dominating body lying on top of yours, his hands roaming over beautiful islands in your figure, as he whispers praises with his hushed voice while his lips ghost over your skin.

You spread your legs as you allowed your imagination to run wild, fondling your breasts as you were picturing your husband playing with them, pinching your nipples over the sheer material of your bra. This sensitivity you were exhibiting was prevalent, and while it wasn’t enough or as quick without Zayne’s talented skills in making you aroused, it was enough for you to feel a dampness between your legs. 

You began teasing yourself with your dominant hand wandering south onto your laced panties, rubbing from the exterior. You shuddered at how your fingers’ light touch created a slight buzz through the fabric, feeling the slick forming even outside the underwear—a scenery you only wish Zayne could see at this moment.

As you continued your languid rubbing, you glanced at your vibrator that lay beside you and pondered as you examined it, almost like you were second-guessing your purchase. You weren’t a frequent user of sex toys since you’ve been with Zayne, it shocked you when you realized that his cock did a sensible and much better job than your old dildo that you would pathetically ride to reach your peak, which your husband—and even when he was a boyfriend and a fiance— has helped your reach there even faster. 

However, desperate calls call for desperate measures, and since your husband’s not here, you’ll give in to old habits just to reach that peak again. After you’ve stripped off your panties, you pressed the button that’s in your toy, and it vibrated instantly in your hand at a swift motion. The default setting was not super fast, where it was overwhelming, but it wasn’t too slow for it to be rendered broken, feeling yourself clench. You sighed before you placed the toy right around your clit, making you gasp at loud volume, letting out versus amid your breathy moans. 

You’ve only let go for a few seconds to catch your breath, and you haven’t had a vibrator in a while, so the feeling of vigorous vibrations was too much at the start. Once the feeling of unfamiliarity turns to the opposite, you’ve continued your journey to the solo trip to the ninth cloud.

Meanwhile, Zayne has already arrived at Linkon and is currently sitting in the taxi’s back seat. He was looking down at his phone, debating whether or not he should continue with this surprise. He looked back at his messages that were sent to you, where he had mentioned that he would be busy for a few hours. He thought that this could help him not leak any of his surprises onto him. You only replied a simple “okay” with a heartbreak emoji, with no protest or objection, the emoji unintentionally represented his actual heartache at your simple response. 

He sighed as he placed his phone back to his pocket, as he glanced at the flowers that sat next to him like passengers, a bouquet of your favorite flowers with colors representing your aura and personality, he didn’t arrange the beautiful sets but he saw it and it was calling his name to give it to you. He smiled at it as he sniffed the flowers, its sweet aroma tickling his nose, the scent reminding him of his home, of you. 

The driver could see Zayne’s aloofness crack as a small smile peeked through, causing the old man driving to smile and shake his head. 

“Young love,” he muttered to himself. 

“I beg your pardon?” Zayne snapped himself out of his world and went back to his cold self. 

The driver could only chuckle whimsically, “nothing, son… nothing” 

— 

Minutes passed, and he’s already at your shared home. He paid, and he and the driver shared their farewell. As the car drove away, Zayne was left with his suitcase and his rapidly beating heart. He felt like a teenager once again trying to ask his date for prom, even after years of being together, and along the way, you two have already gotten married. You still don’t have any children since it was too soon, having you two only been married for a year now, but whenever you two are in the near vicinity of each other, it's like your infatuation towards each other was brought on again, fluttering each other’s hearts.

Zayne walks up to your home with excitement and anticipation. 

“Hello, my love—” Zayne’s announcement of greetings was cut short due to the eeriness of his home. Zayne praised himself for diligence and his eye for detail, because from a stranger’s perspective, one would not guess any abnormalities in the interior, but as the resident of your home and lover of yours, Zayne could tell. 

There was an indent in the leather couch, and an open bag of chips was abandoned on the coffee table, threatening to spill over the wooden surface and rug. You were definitely in the house, and what further confirmed it was when Zayne closed the entrance door, a faint sound of moaning echoed in the living room—your moans, to be more specific. 

Zayne’s heart began beating faster as his mind entered into a war of conflict, persuasion, and betrayal. He never doubted your loyalty, but he couldn’t help that it was getting tested at this moment. He was long gone, and you were naturally needy for his affection, but that didn’t mean you were going to step out and harm the foundation that you and your husband had built for a long time, right?…

Right? 

Zayne was not having it, yet he had to calculate his steps—violent and poor planning confrontations can wreak havoc worse than any volcanic eruption—thus, he had to approach the situation assertively yet calmly, as he always does. 

He places the bouquet to the side as he walks steps that a slick home intruder would envy at how subtle and quiet they are, and each step he takes, your whimpering sounds heighten their volume while his stomach sinks even further down in anxiety. 

He took notice of the door being slightly opened, not enough for you to notice, but enough for Zayne to peek through. Zayne’s fist unclenched as he went through at least ten different emotions all at once, but the main one was relief; no other person was the reason for the moans you were producing. 

However, that relief quickly changed into something else, something much more intense as he noticed what exactly you were doing. The rapid sight of you squirming and moaning out your husband’s name and strings of curse words has changed Zayne’s intentions for his return immediately. He took notice of the new object in your hand, which he had never seen it in either of your guys' inventories, which further made him want to do his impromptu plan.

He opens the door abruptly, with a crossed arm, his stand-offish stance has created a presence so strong that you’ve opened your eyes at the source. 

You gasped as you sat up, unbelieving of the sight you saw in front of you. 

“Oh my god, Zayne, you’re back—“ 

“Why’d you stop?” Zayne interrupted you with his cold, unemotional tone. The sight of Zayne looking unimpressed at the attempt to relieve yourself left you feeling like you wanted a gaping hole to come and swallow you down… but at the same time, you were ready for the wrath that he was about to unleash on you after unintentionally neglecting you for so long. 

—

It was an intense exchange, in one second Zayne, was standing in the door, mossy green eyes were replaced by the dark blown pupils filled with intense emotions that could suck you in like a black hole. The next is now your depraved husband lying behind you, clothes discarded across the room, his neck around your throat, forcing your head to face him while he hungrily clasps his lips onto yours with a fervent kiss. The toy was being held by the scarred hand of Zayne as he placed it right at your clit, this time at a speed you couldn’t handle. 

“Z-zayne~” You whined against his lips as you threw your head back. Your legs were shaking and threatening to be closed shut, but Zayne ignored your protest and instead he gripped the back of your thigh even further with his free hand, placing your knee up to your shoulder. You began shaking underneath him, yet Zayne made you stay out, making makeshift restraints with his body. 

As soon as he felt you getting closer with your announcing and shuddering, he would pull away the toy instantly, leaving you whining with an unsatisfied ache. 

He takes a look at the toy before he throws it away, gripping you even closer to his chest and roughly spreading your legs. You yelped at the sudden maneuver, and you started wailing as soon as Zayne began using his hand at your sopping pussy, his fingers spreading your lip, revealing you even more than you already are. 

“I know you wanted me so bad,” he gruffly whispered into your ears, nipping while his fingers teased the entrance with a little swirl around like it's a seductively secret code to enter, “so why didn’t you tell me, huh? Why didn’t you tell me you need me?” 

even though you were fogged up with pleasure, you still coughed a response, “I-I didn’t want y-you t-to—fuck~ leave you—“ your words were cut as Zayne’s nimble middle and ring fingers insert themselves inside your hole, finally opening up greet him with openness and warmth. 

Zayne’s other hand gripped your throat once again, forcing a lustful yet furious eye contact while his fingers started to move in and out of you in violent and rough intervals, “I don’t care. Next time, instead of wasting time on your toy, come to me, do I make myself clear?” 

You thought that the question was rhetorical as Zayne’s finger moved in sync with his words. Each time it gets rougher and rougher, so you could only wail as his longer fingers reached places your fingers couldn’t. However, Zayne’s fingers halts inside of you while the hand on your neck grips even firmer, “I said do I make myself clear?” 

You panted as you nodded while choking up, “yes, yes, you do, sir…”

The ‘sir’ was accidental, but oh, did it do wonders to Zayne’s psyche, and his cock too, of course. Zayne pulled his fingers away, making you whimper due to the emptiness, before it was replaced by a gasp as he flipped you to your stomach, head hitting the pillow. He prepped you with his fingers, but he still wanted to stretch you out more. He takes a good look at your ruined pussy, he barely did anything and yet you were starting to drip out your essence down to the sheets. 

Oh, he can’t take it anymore.

You attempted to get up, only for you to feel an immense stretch, as Zayne didn’t hesitate to insert his tip inside you, uncharacteristically so.

He let out a breathy growl with the languid start when he inserted his inch little by little. No matter how many times you have had sex, you were still beautifully tight for him, and with this new side of your husband, who were you to complain? 

You moaned into the pillow as Zayne got deeper and deeper inside of you. Zayne can only look at your arch and how pathetically you were gripping the pillow to restrain your voice from escaping your room. 

He starts pulling you up by the stomach, and he begins thrusting upwards at a sudden, quick pace. You squealed as a result, and you tried your best to conceal it, but Zayne refused and urged you to stop your attempts to quiet yourself. 

“No, no, I need—mmh~ Need you to stop—“ he stops to allow a pleasured breathy moan escape his lips, “need you to stop… need—neighbors to hear—fuck!”

The ever-so-quiet doctor has flipped a switch on you as his head kisses your G-spot over and over again, sending both of you over the edge. 

The peak is drawing closer and closer, and the overwhelming warmth is approaching. You began to clench everywhere while your legs started to judder in the overwhelming feeling, yet Zayne showed no signs of stopping. 

You were seeing white as fireworks began to erupt all across your system, from your brain down to your stomach, while your eyes gave out as you rolled your eyes back due to the fierce climax your husband just gave you.

He pulls you in for a fervent kiss as he slows down, giving you time to calm after the extraordinary orgasm he gave you. However, that didn’t last long as he pulled away and pushed your back down to the mattress. His cock was slicked from your honey and his combined, angry and vigorous red tip stood as he teased and rubbed your pussy with it.

“If you think that I’ll stop, think again…” He whispers, as he places his hands between your head, “I need to make up for missed times…” 

“I missed you so god damn much”

You have no idea what has gotten into your husband, but had you known that a sex toy got him like this, you’d do it over and over again.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[h109zone]

feverish attempts spoilers ///

lmfaooo forgot about my review 💔

the card was much angsty than i expected, which honestly, i fucking love that even more !!!! i love when the game reminds me of xavier’s compromised life status and that his death is approaching soon and give me pain 😝

NO I LOVE IT (i’m kms-ing)

anyways, the card took like 25 ? minutes long, and it’s basically mc being passive aggressive towards him because he’s beibg very secretive towards her, and at the part where they were in the flower shop cracked me tf up 💀

she basically called him out on his secretive behavior when she caught him and jeremiah at a psychiatric ward, and so she told him to promise that he tells her everything.

and so he does that… literally, mc can’t take a breath unless xav lets her know what he’s doing at this second. also not to be that guy but i kinda predicted that he’d miss cues like this before but that’s neither here or there 💀

and when mc kissed him 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 UGH SHE’S SO REAL !!!!!

i just like the card sm, were we catfished tho? i’d say we were because the trailer did make it seem like a horny 👅💦 temperature play with xavier in heat, but honestly i like it how it is.

yeah all in all it was a good card, i’d give it 8.2/10 👹

GUESS WHO TF CAME HOME AFTER 40 PULLS ?????!!!!!

my” sick” baby boy 👹🙏

wILL BE REVIEWED WHEN I WAKE UP 😝😝😝 STAY TUNED FOR THE REVIEW

[h109zone]

UGH WHY DO I ALWAYS GET WRITER’S BLOCK AT THE WORSE TIMES ?! 😩😩😩😩 HELP ME !!!!

(if you’re my requesters, i’m so sorry its taking forever, i really am going through it mentally, but i really am trying, i promise i’ll work on it sooner than expected)

[h109zone]

Absolutely love this ✩

[h109zone]

GUESS WHO TF CAME HOME AFTER 40 PULLS ?????!!!!!

my” sick” baby boy 👹🙏

wILL BE REVIEWED WHEN I WAKE UP 😝😝😝 STAY TUNED FOR THE REVIEW