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Love Begins
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Faint strands of cigarette smoke curled toward the ceiling, and I, thoughtfully swinging my slippered toe, ran my hand through Holmes's hair.
My companion sat in his usual spot - at the foot of my chair, warming himself by the fireplace on this chilly, winter evening.
The weather wasn't great; it had been pouring rain all evening, drumming on our windowpane and hastening people on their way home from work.
Gabriel was late. I noticed Holmes had already glanced at his pocket watch several times. He always worried when things weren't going as he expected. But scratching the hair on the back of his neck calmed my restless man, and he rested his temple on my knee.
So we sat there, smelling the aromas of our cold dinner, both refusing to eat without our little inspector.
Finally, the key turned in the lock downstairs, Mrs. Hudson's inaudible lamentations could be heard from below, and we rose together, expecting our precious ferret any minute.
He entered our living room, shivering, his hair slightly damp, strands of which had escaped their coiffure, falling in dark lines across his forehead. Lestrade noticed us and smiled wearily as we took a step toward him.
Gabriel hummed in response to the greeting and closed his eyes contentedly as I cupped his face in my hands, pressing a few warm kisses to his cheeks and nose before kissing our lover properly.
He leaned against my chest, relaxing his shoulders, and I took some of his weight. Holmes fidgeted around us, like a worried cat, until he was finally behind the inspector, his hands resting on his waist, under his jacket, and running his thumbs over his stomach.
Lestrade turned his head, meeting a soft gaze, and reached out to him with one hand, resting the other on my chest.
āThe weather is terrible. I couldn't catch a cab for a long time.ā He said, apologetically, an inch from Holmes's lips, but he didn't let him continue.
āIt's good you're not soaking wet.ā I smiled, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing a kiss to his temple.
Lestrade yelped, and I pulled away, noticing Holmes's hand sliding from his waist to his hips, even squeezing lightly through the fabric of his trousers.
A predatory smile spread across my companion's lips, almost completely hidden from me by Gabriel's head. He was clearly pleased with his little trick.
āYour jacket is damp; take it off.ā I muttered, unbuttoning the top button of his jacket. The inspector shrugged, throwing off the damp, heavy fabric. He refused to move away from us for a second, as evidenced by the fact that his head rested comfortably on my chest.
However, to his regret, he still had to move away to remove his shoes and wet socks. He shivered uncomfortably, stepping with his bare feet onto the boards and immediately tried to jump onto the carpet.
āHave you had dinner?ā
āWe were waiting for you, Inspector.ā Holmes had no intention of leaving his side, still clutching his waist in his hands as usual, while Lestrade delightedly loosened his tie, coming closer to me.
I reached for him, slipping my middle and index fingers under the silk strip of fabric, then clenched it in my fist, gently pulling Gabriel toward me.
His dark eyes glinted in the warm light of the living room, and he stared up at me, his lips barely curling into a smile.
āAre you counting on a second dinner after the main one, John?ā
āThe second dinner will be the main one.ā Both my hands gently untied his tie, letting it hang over his trembling shoulders as Lestrade leaned in for a kiss.
He melted between us like the wax of a soft candle. I felt his weight distribute itself between us, and there was no better feeling.
I admit, we got a little carried away, letting the dinner cool a few more degrees, and I returned to reality after the umpteenth kiss, Gabriel flushed, and on his neck, usually hidden by his collar, several dark marks bloomed, like watercolor brushstrokes, testifying to Holmes and me being there. Like proud artists, next to the countless moles, we left our signatures on his body, as if on a canvas, of which he was incredibly proud.
Snowapplemc where zayne is obssesed with the siblings' joint cum, slurping it straight from the source (caleb is still very much inside of mc while zayne feasts on them).
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Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb Summary: Caleb gets spoiled for his birthday! CWs: threesome w/ heavy snowapple action, face sitting, Caleb gets fucked and sucked yippee! WC: 1,471 | AO3 link
Your lips trail down the length of Caleb's neck, his arm firmly secured around your waist while you kneel next to him on the bed. You feel him groan through his throat and you cast a look down to Zayne who's kneeling between his spread thighs, head bobbing up and down languidly as he takes Caleb's cock into his mouth.
"F-fuck me..." Caleb groans, tipping his head back to give you more accress to his neck.
"I will," Zayne says, pulling off Caleb's cock with a smirk. "Have some patience."
You let out a little giggle and run your hand up and down Caleb's chest, giving his nipple a few gentle teases.
"Zayne's mouth feel good on your cock?" You ask innocently.
"Mhm." He moans. "Tongue always feels so fucking goo-oh shit."
Caleb squeezes his eyes shut and you look down again to see what has him so worked up. Zayne's arm is moving back and forth; he must be working Caleb open for him.
"Guessing his fingers feel good too, huh?" You tease with a smile.
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Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb Summary: Caleb gets spoiled for his birthday! CWs: threesome w/ heavy snowapple action, face sitting, Caleb gets fucked and sucked yippee! WC: 1,471 | AO3 link
Your lips trail down the length of Caleb's neck, his arm firmly secured around your waist while you kneel next to him on the bed. You feel him groan through his throat and you cast a look down to Zayne who's kneeling between his spread thighs, head bobbing up and down languidly as he takes Caleb's cock into his mouth.
"F-fuck me..." Caleb groans, tipping his head back to give you more accress to his neck.
"I will," Zayne says, pulling off Caleb's cock with a smirk. "Have some patience."
You let out a little giggle and run your hand up and down Caleb's chest, giving his nipple a few gentle teases.
"Zayne's mouth feel good on your cock?" You ask innocently.
"Mhm." He moans. "Tongue always feels so fucking goo-oh shit."
Caleb squeezes his eyes shut and you look down again to see what has him so worked up. Zayne's arm is moving back and forth; he must be working Caleb open for him.
"Guessing his fingers feel good too, huh?" You tease with a smile.
Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb CW: pseudo-incest mentions, no explicit smut just explicit mentions
Zayne checks his watch for the third time in the past 15 minutes. You had only gone to the changing rooms to try on two dresses, why were you taking so long?
He scans the shop floor, searching for Caleb who has also been missing for a while.
And then it hits him.
He closes his eyes with a sigh and slips past the attendant to the long row of sealed off doors. He already knows which one you're in because he'd taken you there himself before leaving to continue browsing on his own.
He shakes his head when he hears the muffled words of a much deeper voice coming from behind the door. He knocks and it goes silent.
"Can one of you open the door, please?" He says sternly.
The door slowly creaks open and then a hand's scrabbling at his shirt to drag him in.
At first glance nothing seems amiss. But then Zayne notices it: Your breath heavier than normal, hair slightly mussed up, dress the tiniest bit askew. And your underwear tucked neatly into Caleb's pocket.
"I can't take you two anywhere." He grumbles.
"It's Caleb's fault!" You whisper accusingly. "I wanted his opinion on the dresses and then all of a sudden his hand's up my skirt!"
"Oh puh-lease," Caleb drawls. "Like you didn't know what you were doing askin' me in here."
You fold your arms across your chest and glare angrily at your brother.
"Maybe you should have some self-restraint." You sneer.
"Maybe you..." Caleb says moving closer to you, hand grazing up the outside of your thigh. "Shouldn't like the feeling of my fingers deep inside you so much, hm?"
"That...that's not fair!" You stammer, slapping Caleb's hand away. "God, you're so annoying!"
"Enough." Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he forgets that he's dating siblings, other times he is all too aware.
"You." He points to Caleb. "Give her her underwear back."
Caleb reluctantly tugs your underwear out of his pocket and holds them out to you. You snatch them out of his hand with a hmph.
"And you." He says, finger now turning to you. "Make a decision on the dress. Alone."
Zayne stares at the two of you, both looking at the floor in shame after having been thoroughly chastised. He can't help but smile. By god are you lucky you are the loves of his life.
Zayne grabs Caleb's hand and pulls him out of the changing room.
"You're such a party pooper." Caleb says light-heartedly, intertwining his fingers with Zayne's as they walk out.
"Mm." Zayne hums non-committedly before asking. "Did she look good in the dress?"
"Why do you think my fingers have her cum all over them?" He says, popping his middle and ring fingers in his mouth with a smirk.
"Good." Zayne replies, really hoping no one saw Caleb's lewd display. "Then you'll enjoy watching me taking her from behind in it later tonight while you think about your actions in the future."
"But-" Caleb starts, giving Zayne his best puppy eyes. "That's not-"
Zayne just looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
Caleb grumbles the rest of the way out of the store, cock already getting hard at the thought of it.
I don't headcanon Caleb to be particularly subby, but if there's one person he'll allow himself to be bossed around by it's Zayne
dancin into the night ššŗ
Okay okay okay, consider:
Jeremiah x Jeremiah's FiancƩe x Isaiah
I call it,
š„The Doomed Philoculeš„
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Zayne x fem!reader x Caleb CW: two pseudo-incest mentions, Dom/sub dynamics
The first thing Zayne sees when he enters the bedroom is Calebās back between your spread legs. His precious necklace hangs between his shoulder blades, presumably to keep it out the way as he works his mouth against you, and judging by the heady smell of sex in the air heās been at this for a while.
Zayne strides around to the side. He wants a better view of Caleb devouring his sisterās cunt.
He watches quietly, one hand resting in his pocket while the another works at loosening his tie. Neither of you have noticed him yet. Caleb is lost in your pussy and you're squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. Your hands fist the sheets and youāre a whimpering mess.
Finally your eyes open and a small gasp escapes your mouth. The surprise at seeing him stood there quickly morphs into a pout.
āZayniieee,ā You whine. "He wonāt let me come!"
Your bottom lip quivers and Zayne thinks itās adorable.
āOh dear." He coos in a tone that says heās anything but sympathetic. "Is your brother being a big meanie?"
"Yeeaah." You complain with an even bigger pout.
"Well," Caleb says, finally lifting his head from between your thighs. His chin is covered in your sticky juices. "Perhaps if someone hadnāt been deliberately ignoring my messages and calls all day sheād have been allowed to come 20 minutes ago."
20 minutes?
Whilst Caleb loved to torture he was also a pleaser when it came to you. Where Zayne loved to edge you to tears, Caleb usually took the opposite route of forcing the orgasms out of you whether you wanted them or not.
So for him to edge you this long? You really must have pushed him to his limits today.
"Please can I come, Zaynie?" You beg with wide eyes brimming with tears. "Pleeaase?"
Zayne crouches down next to the bed and lovingly strokes your forehead.
"You know youāre not allowed to play us off of one another, sweetheart." He gently chides. "This is Calebās punishment, therefore he is the one to dictate when you are allowed to orgasm."
You let out a little sob and Zayne glances down to see Caleb sucking your clit into his mouth. His cock swells at how red and puffy your pussy is.
"Donāt worry." He gives a gentle kiss to your nose. "Iām sure heāll let you come." He brushes a couple of strands of hair from your face before adding: "Eventually."
Zayne gets up and proceeds to change out of his work clothes as if it were any other day, enjoying the sound of your tortured moans as he does so.
Unfortunately for you, Zayne knew that Caleb could spend hours eating out your delicious little cunt.
edgar allan poe: I did violence to my own heart
fanfic writers: I did violence to my blorbos
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