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[leafydory]

Stupidly Drunk Zayne

(Adorable Drunk Zayne x Mc) (Fluff, slightly suggestive, We love Needy Zayne) (700 words in length)

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who drinks more despite the amount of liquor he already taken, he wasn't a drunk for sure, in fact he avoids alcohol, but when he does consume one... Let's say it would take a big strong hunter to carry him away from the shot glass he'd been obsessing with for hours yet still insist he isn’t drunk. Seriously someone gives this man hangover medicine.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would try to put back his tie on his neck but eventually removes it because it was too hot to wear, but then puts it back again because he thinks he doesn't look neat without it. He actually fixes yours too, even putting his coat on your shoulders. "It will be cold outside... So, wear it now, I don't like you catching a cold" Turns out he's the one getting a cold soon.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne that would pout, sulk and act all adorably possessive after a man hands you over a drink, he would rest his head on your shoulder, hold your waist and murmur incoherent drunken ramblings there. "Don't take drinks from them... You should be only drinking with me today..." Jealous, he later fills half of your glass then insists on not putting anything more because he doesn't want you drunk.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who talks while his eyelids are already closed. "Where are we?... Are we there yet?" On repeat and can't even navigate his way back home due to how dazedly drunk he was. He looks like he's sleeping but really, he just doesn't want to look around because it makes him dizzier, everyone is moving all over the place, and he can't take that now, rather he feels your hands. Warm and a guide he can trust.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would kiss you deep when both of you are finally home, sloppy, messy, needy, and passionately, but then he would find himself almost falling down the ground when he leaned his weight more against yours, this man kisses like the world now ends, you would lay him down the sofa and take care of him even if the whole mess turned you on.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who despite being a doctor, questions if he's actually holding a medicine that cures hungover headaches

"This suspiciously looks like an Ibuprofen"

"Because it is Ibuprofen"

"That's not what I'm supposed to take... And the dosage input is-"

And he would talk about how ibuprofen is not a good substitute medicine for hang overs. he would still take other medicine though (it's actually still ibuprofen but a different brand and appearance)

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would squirm and immediately deny the sight of a carrot chicken soup... It was for his health, so his upset stomach would feel much better... But he can't help it, smelling and tasting more of that atrocious soup makes him want to puke. He would finish it... Slowly… Under your direct supervision.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who always say sorry now out of random, a moment of vulnerability from the well composed doctor that he was known for. Clinging close to you, saying every mistake he might have done in the past but you've already forgiven before. This man wants to be better than he already was for you, love him. Pamper him.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who would use you as a comfort pillow, usually he doesn't hug his pillow, but right now the softness of your body pressed against his, and your scent lingering, he can't help but think about the pillows you lay down on when you're visiting him and sleeping on his bed, now he can't even tell the difference between the real deal and the infamous you scented pillow. Then would sleep so softly like a baby, breathing steady and undisturbed, now well rested against you.

Stupidly Drunk Zayne who never remembers what happened last night

"What happened?... I think I went over board last night, too many alcohol drinks than normal."

"There is no 'usual' on the amount you drink last night Zayne."

"Don't make me eat that carrot chicken soup again..."

"Your literally in a good shape right now because of it???"

"It's definitely because of the ibuprofen"

Yup, never remembering how stupid he was. Adorably drunken stupid.

(i am literally obsessed with him-) (He's so cute- I will take care of this man now-)

[leafydory]

Heavily Yearning Sylus

(Suggestive, Fluff, Sylus x Mc)

(600 words quick midnight thoughts lol)

Heavily Yearning Sylus that he would check the time always as it ticks and tocks, it grates on his nerves, Luke and Kieran would find themselves fixing the clock right now because Sylus instructed so, none of it was broken, yet the yearning man insisted on more 'fixes' anyways.

Heavily Yearning Sylus that stares at his plate, half of it was eaten, the rest should be done by now but he doesn't finish, waiting for you on that long hunter mission that he could have done in just seconds if you want him to, but no he respects you, respects your skills and expertise that now he found himself staring at this plate, maybe waiting for it to break down to pieces with his glare alone.

Heavily Yearning Sylus that he would watch the tracker that he put on the motorcycle he gave you on his phone every stop over, every turn of directions in the streets, staring, biding his time, fueling the boiling need on himself, like a flame slowly engulfing the objects around him. everything is affected after all, meetings? Cancelled. Sleep schedule? Broken. The leader of Onychinus? On leave. You were the priority now.

Heavily Yearning Sylus that was already by the door when you opened it, before you can even greet or walk your first feet inside, he lifted you up in his arms, one hand, weightless as he takes a shaky sigh of relief

"I thought another person used the motorbike I gifted to you sweetie… Considering how long that mission took for you to return here than usual..."

"Wait Sylus you can you at least--"

"I had waited enough kitten."

Heavily Yearning Sylus who would strip you up let you sit on his bed, naked with only your undies in, you swore his eyes we're so hungry that it devours your resisting thoughts but suprisingly, he stood there... Suddenly on his knees on the ground, head resting against your thighs trailing reverent kisses there, arms wrapped around your legs, breathing in and out deep, warm, yearning.

Heavily Yearning Sylus that reads every twitch and changes in your emotions, on how it started with confusion, surprise then understanding, the touch of your hand on his hair makes a man like him feel like a putty, and he doesn't deny that. He can only feel this with you.

"Where you thinking of something naughty?"

he smirks noticing the sudden flush of your cheeks when he heightened his kisses to your waist up to your bare stomach. You can only protest in embarrassment over the accuracy of his words

"No??? Look... Just do as you please Sylus. I'm here now"

Heavily Yearning Sylus that he eventually rests his head on top of your chest, laying you down in bed, hands on your thighs, tight and assertive and breathing in your scent around your collarbone and neck. Gun powder, perfume you use and his own unique scent still lingering, good, it was the usual just like how he wanted in the first place.

"Then stay with me to bed. I'm already past my sleep schedule waiting for you to return kitten."

Heavily Yearning Sylus who would now sleep like a weightless feather beside you, holding you close never wanting to let go, secure, reassured, fulfilled. After all he simply was a man yearning for more of your presence, more of your attention. More of you.

(i love men yearning) (sylus occupies my thoughts lately lolol)

[leafydory]

Why Must You Fallen?

(Fallen Angel Sylus AU x Mysterious Reader)

(This is Part 1 of Many)

(Sylus Focused, but Caleb is part of the story, soon the others will be too :3 )

(2.9k words in length)

This is good, he had enough of it anyway, the judgement of eyes holy enough to sentence is fall. None even look back and question why him? Why not the others who snickered and chuckled under their obvious deceit. Framed and now meeting his end? No… His feathers may blacken… his eyes may darken like the damned but he was the one taking the control of his life. Gods are foolish to let their children have this control, now he will get his vengeance once and for all.

“Oh? Finally, I have found you—” a voice… of a woman, soft and concerned, trying to lift up his limp body. What a fool indeed… does this woman even understood whom she is helping? Yes, No, maybe so… His eyes closed to slumber, oddly enough he feels that this mortal woman may not bring him danger

Or so he thought.

“Tara are you sure this man is a fallen angel?” Your Nun Best friend Tara around to identify the man you lifted out in the middle of the hot dessert earlier, even if she’s a nun never was, she to snitch her best friend on her obvious illegal shenanigans, right?

“Isn’t it obvious already? The halo on top of his head despite shattered and darkened, without a mistake the structure of it, heaven born yet fallen” she confirmed glancing at you with a narrowed gaze “What are you planning this time? You came all away back here just to confirm if this man is actually a fallen angel… to me? I’m breaking the church rules here you know” Tara can only sigh in disbelief, what’s next? She doesn’t want to imagine… if you can hold a fallen angel, surely you can hold more creatures far worse.

“Oh, you know me, aren’t you curious what will happen if I do something with his blood? You’re going to see different forbidden liquor made by yours truly” you smirked, smug, huffing in pride, Tara can only raise an eyebrow in sudden amusement “Better show me. I wouldn’t be snitching the church for nothing after all” she chuckled, nudging your arm with a grin, both of you stare at the evident unconscious fallen angel on the ground

“Are you sure about this though? You know that they are dangerous…” you cut off Tara, holding her shoulder, It meant to reassure any of her worries “I’ll be fine, I’ve already anticipated everything” grinning, you messed her habit with a laugh “Anyways get out—I’ll take care of this one, get out before anyone knows you talk with a shady woman in a shady tent” you held her shoulders pushing her towards the exit of the tent snickering under your breath “Out OUT!”

Tara rolls her gaze away, even if she warns you so many times about the dangers and costs of this endeavors of yours, she knows you never give up in any opportunity you take, simply she let’s herself be kicked out of your shady tent, pretending to be offended “I’ll definitely tell the church of this blasphemous display!”

You smiled, closing shut the exit of your tent, grasping on a cutting blade and staring down warily on the fallen angel near your feet, steeling yourself, ready to take blood enough to fill a chalice “Now that Tara is out of the picture—”

“Not only do you sharpen that blade of yours… Now you stare at me like you will skin alive a chicken… How barbaric little lamb.”  Sylus chuckles under his breath despite his circumstances, turning to face you, glancing at the said blade, using darken red mist to lift it out from the woman’s grasp. Your gasp says it all, taken off guard that this pale broken angel can still use his magic.

“That’s impossible… fallen angels shouldn’t be able to—” your words? Cut off with a dark cloth wrapped on your mouth, dark red mist keeping it in place, Sylus wasn’t done speaking, he takes charge now. “I decide my own predicament… starting with taking everything you have on this poorly made tent you call home” He stares around with a raised eyebrow, definitely judging the huge tent you established on the dessert town’s edge, filled with many vials and books. Yet that plan seems to be impossible for now… his hands, neck and feet are expectedly chained. “Seems like I was about to be skinned alive by a witch…”

You glare at him, hate your stuffs touched by anyone, even a creature like him, immediately choking out the cloth off your mouth, spitting it out hands clenched by the sides, you spoke strained “I am not a witch, and I only need your blood. You have no idea how much you cost in the black market” you huffed, explaining and correcting him “and stop calling me little lamb, do I look like a little lamb to you… flightless bird???”

Sylus can’t help but laugh, low and smooth, enough to send shivers down your spine “You look like someone who easily get sacrificed.” He trailed off with a smirk, wielding your blade, the sharpness cutting his own wrist blood pouring to a chalice and gave it you, so assured that it made you confused, why would he suddenly give his blood now willingly? “And a blade doesn’t suit you. Wield your books instead little lamb”

You scoffed, staring at the chalice filled with his holy blood on your hands, unsure if it would wither tomorrow or will it stay long enough for you to brew that liquor that you need, Years after now you obtained the last ingredient that can start change, based on what was written on the forbidden text you uncovered years back from a worn down church you scavenged, proving to everyone that traversing the unknown, knowing what needs to be known, adventure from different lands, isn’t foolish. It’s been your purpose, if no one dares to uncover, then you’ll be the one. No way where you a little lamb of anyone, especially when you hold the life of this fallen angel in front you.

“I wield both if I wish to get what I desire” determined, you held the hidden chains that keeps him on his feet, he sure doesn’t look helpless despite his fate wielded on your hands “You? What do you desire? Surely you wouldn’t give me your blood so willingly without a bargain with the same weight as that” skeptical, you tightened your hold on the chain near his neck earning a rough cough from Sylus.

“Not easily sacrificial after all.” The fallen angel hums in amusement, chains suddenly broken, dark red mist emerges from his palms, suddenly he holds control of the bargain “My desires are none of your concern, though I’ll join your quests… surely you wouldn’t mind a powerful ally around?” smug, so sure, that it grates to your nerves, definitely along your pride too “You would only bring misfortune and—”

Jinxed. Suddenly the voice of holy knights calls forth outside, a presence of a man dignified and fiercely loyal. “My Dove, I have been informed that you have returned?” Caleb, removing his helmet his sword on his side, a holy knight general on his knees by the door of your poor tent, smiling and happy for your sudden return, surely it reassures you? But now really? — Not now that you literally hold a fallen angel in your tent

“Haha—You can’t be serious Holy Knight General Caleb enough with the formalities…” You pointed out opening the firm cloth of your tent only your head peaks out to see him, he can’t know a fallen angel is by your grasp, he would only end your chance with keeping angel’s blood, and your only chance to know more about the peculiar creature you now control… somehow.

Your sudden awkwardness, Caleb can catch up any unobvious changes about you, this man? Understands you like no one else, you’re an open book to him, easily readable and he knows when you hide something, someone, that can endanger you somehow “Dove… Is there anything wrong? Are you hurt? Or…” he paused, thinking of any situation, suddenly his eyes glinted a dangerous edge “Did someone hurt you? Is that why you returned to see me? Returned back to our home town? Do you need me to finish them?”

His words made you face palm yourself, shook your head “No? what the heck?” he’s so quick to think of any situation that you might need his help, so eager to be at use to you, so like him. A deep long sigh escapes you instead “It’s just…” you think through, any excuse, any reason that can make the concern and worry on his face be gone immediately “It’s bloody around here because—I killed a chicken—Yes yes, indeed chicken, and I’m cooking you a comfort meal for you” Jesus- what was that lazy excuse-

“Such a comedian…” You heard Sylus chuckle, even an angel can’t be convinced with your poorly made excuse, trying to hold his laugh over your stupidity or obnoxiousness certainly it was enough to entertain him for a whole day, you back kicked him silently in response “So wait, okay? Surely you don’t want a carefully constructed surprise be ruined now…” Lying like this to Caleb, karma will surely hit you soon, he’s been nothing but honest with you, at least that’s what you understood from how he acted.

The holy knight general can only nod and sigh long in relief “So it’s a surprise then? I’ll look forward to that my dove” he’s elated, just like that a man in bliss, happy in smiling, the feared holy knight general? Getting all giddy by a shady woman in a tent? It made the other holy knights blink in confusion but they can’t question him. No one questions him, none if they want to stay alive more. "Simply call me when you are done, I'll be waiting..."

When Caleb eventually left, you glared darts at Sylus, striding towards him and smacked his head with your fists “We almost got caught, did no one tell you Holy knights doesn’t do mercy on fallen angels like you?” You pointed out with a frustrated sigh, reigning control with your emotions before you ‘accidentally’ kill him “If Caleb knew you were around—he would have ended your life in a second”

Sylus scoffs arms crossed and sitting down there unfazed “You were the one who had taken me, and now blame me if you ever get caught? You reason like an imp human” Sylus corrected so, eyes glinting into a dangerous edge “and mortals who thinks they are above heaven or hell are simply pompous fools who take pleasure on control.”

“Speak for yourself”

“I’m not a mortal little lamb, nor do I see myself above others.”

Strange, he acts like he’s powerful, dark and so full of himself, contradicting his own words, or maybe… he’s very confident to turn the fate to his favor or he’s lying on his very teeth, you can’t really read this man “Is that why you want to travel with me?”

“Not necessarily, but I am not familiar with this world, so you’re going to be my map, or you can entertain me like earlier” He lazily pulled you close with his dark mists, looking up and down over your small frame

“None of that conversation was for your entertainment.” You corrected, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, trying to back walk away from him to distance, yet it was effortless, you eventually gave up and grunted “And if you want to stick around with me, better be useful. Many say fallen angels like you bring misfortune, so don’t bring bad luck on my business and quests” Such saying was said to be true, whispers of the elders and warnings of the church, you just can’t help but be cautious now when your so close to achieving your goals.

“If I was a misfortune, shouldn’t you be in your brink of death by now?”

“That doesn’t correct the rumors at all.”

A laugh, deep and amused “Ahh… so you’re a merchant? A shady one?”

“Don’t change the subject!” humiliated, yet you can’t escape the snarky mouth of this damned angel. “It’s a disguise, if I want to uncover many secrets, many unknowns, then I must know how to blend in” You clarified, grabbing the chalice filled with his blood and encased it securely where you may start your rituals and liquor making, then threw a cloak at his direction “Besides you need to also, you can’t be running around with a broken halo on your head, many will surely capture you in exchange for a hefty amount of gold”

“And I’m certain you wouldn’t do the same little lamb?”

“Because I’m also the one of the people who would buy you for a hefty amount of gold” You corrected with an irritated flinch of your eyelids, one more… one more line and you swore to yourself that he’s dead

“So would I consider myself lucky then?”

“Not in the slightest” You held the blade again, this time so sure to throw it that it would hit his sarcastic big brain, if he dodges? You still have a whole stock of it “Look, can I at least know your name before I end you with these blades?”

“A game? That sounds amusing” he smirks, leaning closer, face inches closer, your sure you smelled his scent, like dying lilies under the harsh heat of the sun, exquisite and unique, halo flickering broken and lost like he was, tall physique, bare and open under torn cloth that his shadow covers your whole frame, making your grip by the blades falter, falling down the ground with a resounding clink “None of this is a game. You will be with me until I am done and I am far from done with you”

“Why should I give my name to you then?”

A challenge, yet you know what he’s after for

“Because I’m setting you free after all of this. Anyone deserves that, even you”

His smirk falters, turning to an impressed smile, seems like he stumbled upon a very interesting mortal

“Sylus” his name lingers to your thoughts, locking so

“What a peculiar name…” indeed it was, one of a kind, first time hearing it, gazes locked as he spoke his name, a sudden thread of connection over many you already made, yet this one float so close to your thoughts, through many people you have met, many creatures you have made a uncuttable thread with yet his now steadies itself weaving himself deep into your soul.

“And yours?”

“Well call me…”

“The thread maker” Caleb’s words lingered throughout the corridors of the church, it’s been long since he’s been investigating the mysterious figure, one who makes threads of connections all over across many nations, he can’t seem to capture such individual, at this point the name lingers like a legend, a daredevil of the norm, the defiant being with a greed for knowledge of the untouchable unknown.

“We can’t let this individual roam around any longer, if they are around here, then we must—” his words were cut off, the wooden doors of the church slam open, a sight of a holy knight holding a blackened feather, Caleb’s eyes glinted dangerously staring at the sight of such in front of him “Sir—A feather of a fallen angel, we found in the middle of Geisza dessert northwest from where we are right now—”

“Prepare the other knights.” He instructed firmly, the other knights kneel down over his words, it was justice, it was law “Enter every home, every corner where they could hide, We will track them down once and for all. For sure that fallen angel lingers to that deviant… we can’t let the safety of the people be in danger anymore” the holy knights saluted, instruction clear and they hastily left fulfilling the words of their general, the fallen feather stayed on his palms, eventually it flew to the ground with the wind.

Caleb stood still… clutching on a pendant you gave him, your name and existence kept tight like how his fist clenched in determination, eyes staring devotedly “I’ll keep you safe no matter what, my dove” a promise, he was loyal to you, never to the church, never to the people, and definitely never to the divine, but you. He strides forward; the feather crumpled on beneath the soles of his boots thumping the quiet space. The Thread maker and the Fallen Angel. They will meet their end, with his very own blade.

(woah, a cliffhanger, bear with me I'm still writing the rest-)

(Stay tuned for the other 3 to appear hehe)

[leafydory]

I Need You.

(18+ Minors Please Do not Interact)

(Needy tired after work Zayne x Female Reader)

(Fluff to Smut, Married AU)

Zayne had a long day.

That’s an understatement for what he felt, what he endured, what he suffered.

Hours of endless, continuous, never-ending surgeries he needed to complete.

Zayne had always been a busy man, but today was different—draining. It left his fine, prim clothing rumpled; his hair tousled and abandoned, no longer neatly combed. His eyes sunk deep beneath dark sockets, highlighting eye bags he refused to acknowledge—or even glance at in the mirror.

When was the last time he ate a meal?

Right… he couldn’t even remember.

He just wanted to go home.

And home had always been you.

It always will be You.

He gathered himself.

How long had he been staying at Akso Hospital?

Dr. Greyson had stated, “Two and a half days.” Great. At least someone was taking over his shift now. Finally, he could rest.

The ride home felt eternal. He hadn’t been this impatient in his entire life, staring coldly at red traffic lights. The moment they turned green, he rushed forward.

Traffic laws? All abided.

Speed limit? He was at the maximum—rushing home to see you.

His lovely wife.

Finally.

He unlocked the door. The soft click echoed his arrival—1:00 AM.

He expected you to be asleep, but there you were, watching some late-night infomercial about kitchen appliances.

He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath.

“Darling... we already have a lot of kitchen appliances. Unless that pan splits itself in half, we’re not buying any more.”

The calm, warm doctor teased, wrapping you in his arms the moment he sat beside you on the couch. Already, he was nuzzling into your neck, exhaling shakily as if trying to collect himself—recharging. And you, of course, were his living, breathing source of energy.

“I’m just entertained. It’s buy-three-get-one-free, after all,” you chuckled, trying to justify why you were watching that in the first place.

It was domestic. Calm. Reassuring.

Yet, you couldn’t help but be worried—seeing Zayne in such a worn-down state.

“Zayne… honey… rough day at work?” you asked softly, running your fingers through his hair, easing the tension in his scalp.

Zayne shuddered at the contact, leaning in more.

“Two days. Two nights without you beside me… it almost drove me insane.”

You chuckled gently, matching his energy, embracing the way he coped with humor.

“Does having me in your arms keep you sane, Dr. Zayne?” you teased formally, lightening the moment.

“Mhm… it does,” he murmured, low and approving, his breath still unsteady.

“It always does…”

His words lingered.

Silence filled the space. You felt his body settle—a puddle of contentment. He let out a deep sigh, burying his face against your chest, breathing in your scent. His wife was here. Beside him. Loving him.

He needed you.

“Darling…”

He spoke reverent like a prayer, suddenly his lips met yours, soft at first, a peck, then it deepens, needy, deep that it states a claim. Zayne has always been a calm man, controlled, collected... Yet the zayne on your arms right now was starved, worshipping your body while his hold on your waist and hips tightened, pulling you edgingly close to him, shaky breaths, lips trailing down to your jaw, neck, collarbone then settled on top of your plush nippple hard breasts.

“I need you…”

Those words alone made your knees weak. Your panties were soaked, cheeks flushed from the sudden shift.

Moments ago, he had been teasing you about TV ads. Now, he was on top of you—tie removed, eyes ravenous. Staring at his first true meal in days.

“I’m here… so give in to your needs, Zayne.”

A temptation. One he couldn’t resist.

Clothes? Gone, fingers? On your quivering cunt knowing every inch to tease with, lips? Worshipping the peaks of your breasts, branding marks there that can't be helped. Truly he can't help himself. He wants more, he needs more.

"I don't want you to regret those words..."

He whispers in concern, between panting breaths, he still can't help but worry about you despite his raging need right now.. holding his hardened cock positioning it by your sweet cunt.

"Please tell me if it hurts..." Before you can even register his words, his cock thrusts in slowly, feeling your tight insides clenching on him, it's enough to make a man lose his breath and groan in pleasure.

You? Quivering, trembling underneath him, moaning passionately as you clung on his neck, nails digging

"Zayne... Harder, Please..." A plea, he lost it.

"Seems like you need me as much as I needed you darling.."

Zayne mentions while he's literally thrusting his cock repeatedly on your pussy, feeling every wetness making erotic squelch, holding your hips to steady as he thrusts more deeper, more harder, more eager to hear more of your pleased moans

"Can you blame me? I needed you for 2 days that you were gone... So you better compensate" You taunted, earning a smirk of acknowledgement from Zayne

"I can't keep my wife from waiting anymore then."

His hands found the end of your pony tail, tugging your hair back and exposing your lips near his as he devours, tongue deep, dueling in hunger, muffling your eager moans, his cock continuously fucking your pussy deep and hard like you wanted.

He can already feel your cunt tightening more, impending release as he felt his about to shatter his composure, growling, groaning in pleasure against your neck as he fastens his thrusts more, your hips arching up against him...

With a final deep thrust, his cum spills deep inside of your pussy, snug to fill your womb full of his warm seed, he doesn't pull out, not letting a single drop be wasted inside of you.

He watches your body shook in release too, trembling and quivering underneath him, cum filed, utterly fucked senseless and he did that... A sense of pride and concern washed over him as he lifted you up in his arms... cock still hard despite the intense session, warming your insides.

"Did it hurt?" He asks gently, kissing your forehead in aftercare.

You simply smiled, resting your head against his chest, hearing his racing heartbeat, his warm body against yours.

"Never... It felt amazing"

chuckling with the odd situation, Zayne worried about you after that good fucking? That's so him.

"Good because one round isn't enough... I still need you darling..."

He trailed off a whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine, it can't be helped, your husband is still hard and he's now using that pleading low tone to seduce you and it was very much effective.

"I can't really deny you, you know that? You always need me after all"

It was a fact that Zayne fully embraces without any trace of hesitation.

"Your the only one I need."

That's right... It's always been that. He only needs you and you only need him. It was more than enough.

A need satisfied.

(This is my first post here lolol- bear with me TwT)

(I live for a needy soft dom Zayne. My target audience is literally myself here lolol)

(Grammar errors evident I guess? I didn't double check this before I posted)