EsteemedHeathen

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I will die on this hill that man is utterly and completely a munch

MunchChoso who is pussy drunk past the point of no return, he thinks about it 24/7.

MunchChoso who treats your pussy like it's the holy grail, not letting an ounce of you go untasted as he goes down on you like the goddess you are to him.

Caleb and yourself usually always do a bit of grocery shopping together, but never anything too crazy. Why? Because he always has the fridge stocked with all the necessities for his Pipsqueak. Whenever you do shop together, it's like he reads your mind. "Oh, I'm gonna go grab the-" He's either finishing your sentence or it's already in the cart.

Rafayel is an impulse shopper. It always starts with good intentions. he has a list written out, you go in chanting your mantras of "Three things, just three things." Next thing you know, you come out having spent $250 on things you both just thought looked good.

Xavier and you both have a one-track mind, snacks, you are just after that munchy craving, whether it's chocolate, candy, chips, or instant ramen. When you are leaving and you look at the bags filled with your haul. You mentally vow that next time you will try and get some vegetables.

Zayne is either up and down every aisle to be thorough or list and only list; he goes in for the specifics and is out quick. You like to wander and usually end up adding things to the cart, earning a shake of his head or a raised eyebrow and a chuckle, but he never says no to you. (*Edit* you would also discover that countless sweets had been added to the cart when you weren't looking.)

Caleb would have everything ready in half a day or less. He would schedule vacation time, stock the fridge and cupboards with all your favourite snacks, and have a full week of dates planned. His house in Skyhaven would be freshly cleaned and new plushies added to the collection. And he would be picking you up personally in his plane. Zayne wouldn't need to prepare ahead too much; he would rather do preparations with you in the moment. He does make sure that the house is plenty stocked with all the sweets you and he could ever ask for, and an order for some fresh cakes and boba to pick up on the way to get you is placed as well.

Rafayel plans a list of whimsical dates to go on, but is also very open to improvising. He makes sure he will be the centre of your world for the whole week you are here. The freezer, cupboards, and fridge are all stocked with ingredients for him to cook new things for you, and a new selection of bath bombs has been added to the bathroom. He has also bought new clothes for himself and some matching outfits for the two of you. Xavier doesn't really prepare; the most he does is he has collected a handful of coupons for various restaurants that he wants to try with you and load up on snacks.

He opened the door, hands fiddling with his belt, his expression as bright as the sun. “You mean it??” He asked as he lifted a leg to try and get his pants off, already hard from just the thought of it all. “Hurry up and get over here.” You demanded moving to spread your legs and run a playful finger down your scant lacey panties, Satoru’s favourite pair.

You grip the pillow tighter, muffling your whimpers of pleasure. Afraid that if you falter in subduing them for even a second, someone will hear.

Your eyes and curling toes display just how much you are enjoying yourself. The room is quiet, other than your stifled sounds and the sloppy, hungry ones of the man who is currently eating you out.

Caleb's Ameterine eyes meet yours as he pulls away from your sticky lips. "I can barely hear you baby.." he said in a low tone of complaint, reaching up with a firm hand, he pulled the pillow away. His smirk playful but hinting at something a bit darker.

"C-Caleb, hey!" You protested as the pillow was torn from your grip; you didn't think you could get redder. "They'll hear us!" You whispered, flustered, as the laughter and sounds of your mutual friends sounded from behind the door.

He pulls you closer in crowded areas, maybe casting a warning glance at anyone who might have dared to bump into you or even look at you. Never afraid to wrap a protective arm around you.

He fusses over you, fixing your hair, your clothes, your makeup. "Oh, pipsqueak, let me fix this for you," he would say with a sweet smile.

He knows what you want to order, and he will order for you; you don't get a choice because he knows what you would choose. He can handle it.

He makes sure you take care of yourself and are taken care of. A plate of food is put in front of you, and the TV is turned off so you can get ready for bed. He won't take no for an answer.

He holds your hand whenever he can. Guiding you through crowds, standing in line, shopping, and walking anywhere. His hand will firmly clasp yours whenever he feels the need to remind you he's here and yours.

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Caleb’s hand lingered on the door, a deep, shaky breath leaving his lips as he attempted to compose himself. He hadn’t seen you since this morning, but what he had seen was your moment posts about grabbing lunch with Zayne at a local cafe. Regardless of the history you had with him, Caleb couldn’t help but feel very familiar feelings with the knowledge that another man had lunch with you. Jealousy and the need to remind you who you belonged to seethed in him all day. 

After a moment, he opened the front door and stepped in, setting his things down, he called out to you. “I’m home Pips! Where are you?” you could hear his voice from the living room where you were lying on the couch. You knew he would most likely be upset about Zayne, and part of you did it on purpose. Riling up Caleb meant two things usually, one, you got to have amusement in seeing him squirm, and two, the night together was usually godly.