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"Please-please Zayne please let me cum!" You tug desperately at the ties restraining you to the bed. Zayne pulls himself away at the last second, licking the taste of you off his lips.

"You can take a few more can't you?" He leans over to kiss you, clearly trying to comfort you as you weep.

"I c-can't! Please it-it's not fair I didn't-didn't do anything wrong!" You sniffle, pouting at him. It's true you hadn't broken any rules or done anything to warrant a punishment. Zayne was simply in the mood to edge you. Not that you were really complaining.

You can’t even close your legs to get relief due to the spreader bar holding your ankles apart. Zayne had slipped underneath it so that it, and your ankles, rests on his back. You refrain from moving too much for fear of hurting him, a fact you’re sure he had in mind when he set up this position.

"Just one more. Then you can cum. Just think about how good it will feel when I finally let you."

"Please Zayne I need it now!" You pull at the ties once more but they still hold. He moves up your body to press a few soft kisses to your lips, wiping your tears.

"Not yet, okay?" Zayne murmurs softly, though his free hand snakes between your bodies to circle your clit, making you gasp as he keeps you on the edge.

You moan into his mouth, back arching off the bed. The spreader bar between your ankles holds firm as your body strains to do anything to get just a little closer to release.

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katsuki had you face down ass up, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind like he was pissed off at you.

his hips snapped forward hard, thick cock slamming into your pussy with wet, filthy sounds. every brutal thrust made your body jolt forward on the bed, but he just yanked you back by the hips like you were his personal fucktoy.

“fuck, this pussy is swallowing me so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough and raspy. “taking me so deep”

you moaned loud into the pillow, gripping the sheets tight as he fucked you. his pace was mean and relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin. he reached forward, grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to arch even more.

“don’t hide your fucking face,” he snarled. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” then he brought his palm down hard on your ass.

SMACK !

a small, controlled explosion went off against your skin the second his hand connected — tiny sparks and heat blooming across your ass cheek. the sharp sting made your pussy clench hard around him.

“oh!” you cried out, eyes watering.

katsuki laughed low and mean, still fucking you.

“yeah? you felt that?” he slapped the other cheek even harder, another little explosion popping against your skin. the sense of pain and heat made your legs shake. “that making you cream all over my cock ?”

he kept fucking you deep, hips snapping forward while his hand came down again and again. every slap came with a small pop of his quirk, not enough to actually hurt you bad, but enough to send sharp, electric shocks through your ass that turned into throbbing heat.

“fuuuck, you like that don’t you?” he groaned, yanking your hair harder. “pussy keeps squeezing me every time I blow up on your ass. nasty little masochist.”

“i love it— i love when you’re rough !”

your moans were getting louder, broken and pathetic as he fucked you hard from behind. katsuki leaned over you, chest pressed against your back. his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke absolute filth.

“you’re dripping down my fucking thighs. making such a messy fucking pussy for me. bet you want it harder next time, huh?”

he slapped your ass again — harder. the explosion was a little bigger this time. the stinging burn mixed with the pleasurable stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back.

“katsuki— don’t stop pleaseee!” you dragged out, pleasure and pain blending together perfectly.

“that’s right. taking it sooo good ,” he mocked, teeth grazing your shoulder threatening to bite down. “you feel how deep i’m hitting?”

he straightened back up, gripping your hips with both hands. his thrusts were faster, deeper, more aggressive. every time his hips met your ass he gave you a small explosion on your already sensitive skin.

the constant mix of his thick cock stretching you open and the sharp, hot shocks from his quirk was driving you insane. you were shaking, pussy fluttering around him as an orgasm built fast. katsuki could feel your pussy clenching harder around him like you’ve done hundreds of times when your so close to cumming

“c’mon cum on my cock,” he commanded, slapping your ass again with another tiny pop.

“f-fuck tsuki— mhh ! ”

the next hard thrust combined with a stinging explosion pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the pillow as your pussy gushed around his cock, walls spasming violently.

“shit, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn’t stop. he kept pounding into your sensitive pussy, chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, low grunts and curses spilling out as he used you.

“gonna fill this pussy up, fuck—”

with a few final brutal thrusts, he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your spent pussy.

he finally pulled out and gave your ass one last hard slap with a tiny explosion for good measure. you twitched hard, whimpering. katsuki smirked, breathing heavy as he stared at the red handprints and faint explosion marks littering your ass.

Bonus

“kats..” you said quietly as you set your keys down on the kitchen counter. your shoes already shucked off by the door. you flicked multiple lights on as you made your way up to the shared room. “katsuki..” you whispered, hoping that the man who always slept rigidly at 9pm was awake. “katsuki pls be awake..” he shifted and grumbled something before blinking awake to look at you. “what woman.. it’s fuckin late..” you chewed your lip, mumbling “i’m so sacred..” that woke him up quick.

he furrowed his brows and grabbed your arms fast checking for wounds and flicking the lamp on to examine you. “what?? why. what the hell happened-just tell me who did it.” you shook your head fast, “no no it’s just..the movie i went to see w mina was so so scary. i was literally shaking in the theater” your heart was still jumpy if we were being honest, hands gripping his shirt. he sighs and lays back “fuck i thought u were hurt baby, didn’t i tell you not to see that shit??” you felt better already, shrugging w a coy smile “it was so good though.. but i wish u were there so i could grab those warm biceps.” you looked him up and down. it sent blood to his head. i won’t say which though.

his eyes filled with mirth and heat “yeah? want me there comforting you? my baby jus wanna run to me” he pulled u closer and took your palms to his mouth to lay hot kisses on them, teeth softly scraping ur fingers. “silly woman.” he mumbles as he tugs you to lay on him. “nothin scary’s gonna get my girl here, you got that? i’ve gotchu baby” he comforted softly while flicking your forehead.. you smiled anyways and swatted back-stretching out against that solid body. “promise?” gentle doe eyes stared up at his red heavy ones. “mmm, fuckin promise.. now go to bed woman.” he covers your mouth with a grin as you laugh. you eventually drift off to sleep with that sexy man protecting you-but right before you did you mumbled a quick “love u..” he grunted something intelligible and tightened the muscle around ur waist. “night baby”

"Damnit, Caleb!"

You swat away the paper airplane crossing your vision for the third time in the last five minutes, the piece of origami easily dodging your attack before swiftly retreating to its owner leaned against the door frame. 

Your train of thought officially lost, you slam down your computer screen before turning to glare at the overly delighted, smirking brunette. 

"Done already, pips?" he chirps mockingly.

"No, shithead, I'm just taking a break," you bite out, rising slowly from your chair after sitting hunched over for hours. You groan as your knees crack and back instantly aches at the change in posture, arms stretched loosely above you until they shoot down to clutch at your cramping leg. 

"Fuck!" you hiss, trying to rub at the charlie horse now making you double over in pain. That's when you hear a half-hissing, half-gasping noise at your right. Your now teary eyes narrow again. 

"Something funny, Cal?" 

"Aha—erm—not at all, not at all. Just didn't realize my wife morphed into an elderly grump since this morning." 

You scrunch up your nose at the insult but bite back a response, continuing to rub at your calf as the truth of his words settle over your nerves. 

"Yeah," you mumble when you come to a stand again, glancing up then down at the floor, "I suppose she has." 

Your slight frown and slumped shoulders make Caleb's brow furrow, his expression shifting from something pointed to a look softer than silk. 

He steps forward and gently holds both sides of your crossed arms, only speaking again when your eyes meet his.

"Y'know I'm only teasing right?" he murmurs, waiting for you to nod your head in agreement. 

He chuckles, head tilting slightly.

"Good, because what I really meant to say is you're turning into an uptight grandm—hey!" 

You swat at his arm but can't help the goofy smile breaking out across your face, burying it and your flash of embarrassment into the fabric of his cotton shirt when his grin matches yours. 

"Ugh, I want to feel young again. Help me with that?" You prop your chin on his pec and look up with pleading eyes. 

His gaze softens. "Always." 

ginny's note: mmm need husband!caleb to come comfort me too 😩 (also shoutout to everyone who also deals with aches and pains from desk work lol)

Sylus barely has a time to greet you, let alone process your words, before you’re climbing into his lap and kissing him passionately. Your fingers fist his shirt, tugging at the fabric.

“Eager, are we?”

“Went to visit Zayne during his lunch. I was-fuck-two seconds away from cumming when he got called away.” The desperation in your voice is clear as your hips weakly grind against his.

“Poor thing. Have you been this needy all day?” Sylus’s voice is heavy, the desire coming off of you in waves that makes his right eye burn brighter.

“Y-yeah. Please Sylus I-I need you now.” You whimper, undoing his belt with a shocking speed.

“Zayne will be home soon. You can’t wait?” He hums, helping you out of your clothes. Clearly, you do want to wait for him, your head falling to Sylus’s forehead as you sigh.

“I-I can’t. Just m-make me cum once? And then we can wait, I’ll be good I promise!” You’re practically trembling already, the thin fabric of your panties soaked.

It doesn’t take much. He finds your clit with ease, coating his fingers with your slick and circling steadily. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you cum, crying out his name and biting his shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait till I got home to cum?” Zayne’s unamused tone makes you go rigid, and Sylus raises a brow at this new information, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

TW. fingering, massages

caleb always took time off from the DAA during your exams to make sure you were taking care of yourself. as much as you argued that you were an adult and didn’t need him, he knew you loved when he babied you. he could easily tell you liked it from the way your cheeks flushed every time he brought you food, patting your head and telling his “smart girl” to not work so hard.

plus, in a way it was a vacation for him. yes he was doing way more laundry, cooking, and cleaning—but it was for you. in skyhaven he was doing the same stuff but had been constantly thinking about where you were, what you were doing, who you were with. now he didn’t have to guess.

so every time you made a joke about him being a ‘house husband’, he laughed and happily agreed, saying it’s what he was born to do. you thought the label was funny, but caleb liked it because it extended his duties, and he made sure to follow through on them.

his favourite of all was after you finished all your exams and had him work out the knots that developed from stress. he was shocked at how tense you got, spending hours upon hours smoothing out your muscles with baby oil, relishing in the little gasps you let out every time he got close to where you really needed him.

“cmon sweets, try and relax for me”

“you’re so sensitive pips”

“already squirming and i haven’t even touched you properly yet”

after caleb felt you’d been teased enough, he’d finally move his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples before bringing his fingers between your thighs, eyeing the slick forming.

“looks like i don’t need to use any more oil here” he’d tease, finally circling your clit with the pad of his index finger, cock swelling at the way your hips jumped. he never made it about him though, this was for you. his fingers only sped up after you moaned his name, begging your gege to stop teasing.

two fingers dipped into your entrance causing your cunt to immediately convulse around the intrusion, clit throbbing as his thumb pressed down. when you finally let go for him and came with a cry of his name on your tongue, he moved your thighs apart, kneeling between them before starting the process over with his tongue.

midnight thoughts turned into headcanons.

a/n: wanted to finish some drafts to get out of writer's block before starting two recent requests!

headcanons masterlist

Zayne — Light sleeper. He always takes a shower before going to bed; he can't fall asleep otherwise. Has plain pajamas in cool tones, but in summer, he can sleep shirtless (🫦). Doesn't move much during the night and breathes softly, letting soft sighs pass through his lips when he's fully asleep. As a doctor, he is aware of the rule of no screens before bedtime, but 1) sometimes he goes straight to bed after typing reports, and 2) he likes to chat with you before going to sleep, so he doesn't follow it that much. When you're sleeping by his side, he either lets his arm open so you can cuddle beside him or he fully spoons you.

Rafayel — Heavy sleeper, but he wakes up at random noises, yet NEVER the alarm. He doesn't set alarms unless he has plans with you, and yes, he goes 5:50, 6:00, 6:10, 6:20- it's a nightmare. Can sleep very still and stiff when he finally rests after overworking himself (meaning he doesn't fully rest, but sleep is sleep), or in starfish mode. He has a huge bed for a reason, y'know? Gets tangled in the sheets, his pillows get all messy, and he can sleep in the weirdest positions when he's sleeping by himself. If you're with him, he needs to hug you or touch you in any kind of way.

Xavier — HEAVY SLEEPER. I don't think there's much I can say about him. We know he can sleep on the sofa, the bed, his bean bag... and he's definitely a pretty sleeper most of the time. Key word: most. When he's been sleeping for over 12 hours, his face gets all smushed on the pillows, his lips a little puckered, and cheeks squished oh so cutely, you have to take a photo! If you tease him too much, he won't wake up, but will start mumbling and bury his face in the pillows. Cuteness aggression goes hard with him. Rewarding of his clothes... whatever is comfy and warm will do. If you're sharing a bed, ditch one of the pillows; you're either sleeping on top or underneath him, so no more than one pillow is needed at this point.

Sylus — Oh, he's big. He's taking up a lot of space on the bed, that's why he has a custom-made mattress: perfect size, perfect cushioning. Wears fancy pajamas/robes or sleeps straight up naked/in underwear, on his stomach and face smushed on the pillows too... but he's too handsome, even his smushed face looks handsome, and kissable, too kissable... Don't kill me, but I think he snores a little bit, but it's more like a low grumble. He's a heavy sleeper, but his senses are too sharp; he will wake up if he perceives any weird noise. Most likely to sleep on top of you and bury his face in your neck. Sleeping on your bed will force you to snuggle closer, but oh well... can you reaaaally complain?

Caleb — My poor baby is a light sleeper :( I think it's rare if he gets to the REM phase, so he's always alert and frustrated because he can't fully rest. When he was younger, even if he had nightmares, he could sleep a bit more soundly. Of course, his sleep quality goes exponentially up when you sleep by his side. Spooning you is enough for him, and he likes it when you cling to his arm or put a hand on his chest. He feels like he can finally relax.

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Red eyes scoped you, "for what?" he said, the eye brow raise audible at this point.

"Nothing, what if I just want them to be my hench men."

He paused, white strands of hair swaying swinging softly in the AC air. "I was under the impression," he tilted his head, "they were already your personal henchmen."

It was your turn to emote — a pouted lip, only for jokes, and furrowed eyebrows, "No, you are my henchman. They just follow you around."

There was a long pause, the room tone overtaking comfortable silence. Then, something many viewed as a miracle happened. Sylus, leader of the Onychinus, laughed. Not for tease, nor for sarcasm. A true laugh. One that shook his shoulders and reverberated through his chest.

"Then you wouldn't need them, you have me."

fluff! post rain cuddles with zayne, the morning after this, idea credit from the lovely @snoozer-crow tysm my lovely for your amazing idea!! (they aren't fully sick here but it's the best i have, it's 3am rn sigh)

the bright sunshine wakes zayne up, immediately feeling an upcoming headache approaching. he winces, touching his temple as he brings the blanket over to his side of the bed, accidentally waking you up.

“sorry darling, you can go back to sleep.” he apologises, pulling the blanket over you.

“mmh, can't go back to sleep. i'm hungry.” your eyes flutter open, and zayne feels his heart quicken at the sight of your ethereal expression.

“you should have breakfast, darling. i will join you later.” zayne looks at you sleepily, his eyes threatening to close.

“but i don't wanna leave the bed.” you whine, stretching out your limbs.

“you need to eat if you are hungry, sweetheart.” he fixes the baby hairs blocking your vision.

“too lazy, it's so comfy next to you.” you shake your head, pouting your lips for a dramatic effect.

“darling, i believe i am coming down with a cold. i wouldn't want you to catch it either.”

“the stars have aligned for us, zaynie!” zayne stares at you confused. “i think i'm sick too!”

“i'm not quite sure if feigning sickness so you can be next to me is either romantic or insane, sweetheart.”

“but i am sick, feel my forehead!” you grab his wrist, and zayne gently touches the your forehead with the back of his hand.

he sighs. “i guess we both are sick. i will go make us some breakfast.” zayne lifts up the blanket, careful to keep you covered under it.

“i'm not letting you leave! you need to stay in bed and recover too, zaynie.” you reach out for his arm, grabbing as fast as your reduced reflexes will allow you to.

“darling, we need to eat breakfast so we can recover faster.” he turns back to face you and almost loses his balance.

“nope, you're literally wobbling as we speak, doctor zayne. time for bed.” patting the space next to you. “we can order breakfast. what would you like, baby? pancakes? waffles maybe?”

in his drowsy state, zayne walks over to his side of the bed and almost hits his knee against the bed frame. he whinges, laying down defeated. “pancakes please, darling.”

The thing is, you always knew how quietly romantic Zayne could be—how deeply devoted he was, especially with the way time kept slipping through your fingers. Between your schedules, the missed calls, the late nights, and long shifts, it would’ve been easy to drift. But he never let that happen.

He always made time for you. Even if it was just a two-minute video call with sleep still in his eyes, a text at dawn checking in before rounds, or a quick thirty-minute coffee date in the middle of his shift—his hand wrapped around yours, a shared slice of cake between bites and kisses.

You loved him for that. For how he quietly, consistently chose you. For how he put you first in ways no one else ever noticed, but you always did.

Because you understood him in ways others didn’t. You saw through the cool exterior, the worn-out silences, the professional walls. You knew how much love he held behind all that restraint—how desperate he was to give affection, to be touched and seen and pulled close.

His hand always found you. At the small of your back during lazy weekend walks. At the nape of your neck, fingers playing with your hair as he kissed you gently after switching ice cream flavors with you. Or under your skirt in the passenger seat of his car, resting there possessively, massaging slow circles into your thigh as he drove through quiet streets at night with only the hum of tires and low music between you.

Zayne was all-consuming in the softest, most patient ways. And you craved him like you craved a breath of fresh air. You craved the way he tasted your chapstick with a contented little sigh. Craved his hands on your bare skin late at night—not just for the way it made you ache, but for the tenderness in his touch, the reverence in every slow caress.

He would hold you all night long, your back pressed to the warmth of his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you like he couldn’t bear a single inch of space. He’d bury his lips into your hair and breathe in deep, whispering words meant for no one but you.

You felt cherished in those moments—loved in a way that went deeper than anything you’d known.

When he turned you to face him and eased you beneath him, his kisses turned languid, unhurried, sensual. He’d part your thighs and rub slow circles into the soft skin between them, his touch confident yet gentle, savoring every shiver, every quiet gasp that escaped your lips.

Then he’d kiss the curve of your neck, whispering love into your skin—not grand declarations, but soft, aching truths, raw and real and only meant for you.

And when he’d finally push inside, it wasn’t just about pleasure—it was about closeness. His forehead resting against yours, voice catching in a low groan when you’d clench around him, your hands finding his back, his shoulders, anything to pull him closer. You needed him against you—skin to skin, heart to heart—lost together in the rhythm of your shared desire.

Together, you’d chase that edge—not just for release, but for the feeling of being completely known. Completely his.

And Zayne would give it.

All of him.

Every time.

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"I didn't know you wore makeup." you hold up the concealer in your hand. zaynes eyes flit to the rose gold tube.

"I do. though, only after we started dating." he tells you. "you could say that you introduced me to the various benefits of cosmetics." he gives you a proud little smile.

"such as?" your arm crosses over the other.

"i don't look as tired when we meet after long shifts."

your smile quickly fades. "so you've been hiding your eye bags from me, dr zayne?"

his lips purse. "not hiding, per se." he answers. "you put in a lot of effort when you get ready for our dates."

"my conscience didn't allow the lack of aesthetic effort on my part." you blink at his words. "so I suppose you could say I wanted to look appealing to you." he adds, looking away.

just when you're about to melt, he speaks again. "ah, there's something else." he takes you to his bedroom and opens a drawer.

"I bought this yesterday." he pulls out a chapstick. and then puts it on. like he's been doing it for years.

his eyes twinkle with mischief. "why don't you taste it and tell me if you'd prefer a different flavour?"

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To describe morning sex with Zayne in one word would be tender.

He draws you in before his eyes have fully opened, even before his subconscious can catch up. You're nestled in the cocoon of his arms, Zayne automatically gravitating towards the heat of your body even in his sleep.

He's slowly registering the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips, the deep rising and falling of your back with every breath you take, and the way your hair tickles the side of his face. When he finally opens his eyes, every morning, it steals his breath.

Because you're lying in his arms, safe and carefree, choosing to be there. For long moments, he watches you with reverence, quiet awe interspersed with warmth blooming in his chest and swelling it with love and adoration.

When he can't help himself, he softly presses a kiss against your hair. Along the shell of your ear before lightly nipping at your earlobe. The slow smile spreading on your lips is proof enough that you've been awake for a while, basking in his silent appreciation.

Even before your eyes open, you're tightening his arms around you, burrowing yourself into his embrace. Zayne's fingers are splayed on your skin, drawing mindless patterns as he holds you close. It is only when his kisses become more persistent that you murmur a soft good morning to your lover over your shoulder.

In the early morning light with the breeze softly rustling the curtains and soft rays of dawn breaking, Zayne captures your lips in the first kiss of the day, humming his greeting straight into your mouth.

His semi hard on is poking incessantly against your ass, your tangled legs further entangling with the sheets as you deepen the kiss, loving hands caressing his face. One sneaky hand is already moving past the apex of your thighs and between them, pushing your tiny night slip up and sinking home into your waiting warmth. Your gasp is soft in his mouth, skin flushing as Zayne expertly curves his fingers inside you.

Zayne's lips latch to the side of your neck, softly nipping the skin as he slowly moves his fingers inside you, pushing your ass further against his erection, grinding against you. He's quietly asking you if you slept well, you're nodding your head and his thumb is pressing down on your clit, twirling it between his fingers, pulling and teasing you.

He's soon got you close, panting and heaving, head ducked low as you grind against him. Zayne's breaths are shorter, working you up towards that peak as you tremble in his arms. Your breath catches and his name is a whimper on your lips when he lifts one thigh to get him better access to directly grind his length against you.

When he can feel your walls tightening around him, he's pulling his fingers out and flipping you on your back. Before you can even register the loss, his cock is already breaching past your folds, pushing into you till the hilt. You cum around his cock almost immediately, head thrown against the pillow as you moan around his mouth covering yours.

Zayne's fingers are intertwined with yours above your head, you can feel every inch of his body against yours as he moves above you, kissing you leisurely like he has all the time in the world to be with his lover. He knows you're sensitive and he's mindful of it, carefully pulling out to the hilt and thrusting inside, making your mouth drop open and your eyes roll to the back of your head every time.

Your foreheads are connected and you can't help but lose yourself into the icy green of his eyes that somehow manage to warm you up from the inside. You can tell when he's close in the way his brow scrunches up, the way his nose is nuzzling against your neck, in the way his grunts are heavier and how hard he's gripping your fingers in his. Wrapping your legs around his trim waist, you're right there with him, chasing your high with him, rocking against his length in tandem with his thrusts.

While you both recuperate after floating down from that high, you free a single hand to caress his face with its sharp planes and handsome features. His lips find yours or yours find his, you don't know, don't care. Just that it feels right, feels perfect.

He's perfect.

When his eyes find yours, you cannot help the smile splitting your face as you bop his nose with yours "Hi"

And when Zayne moves to bop your nose right back, everything is right in the world.

"Hi"

A/N: I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE SOFT ZAYNE SO MUCH GAWD. Actually had to talk myself down from crashing out about the fact that he's not real.

I listened extensively to Love Story by Indila (preferably the slowed version) while writing this and would highly recommend the same for everyone because it catches the tenderness so perfectly, I was swooning.