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Don't forget to stay hydrated and hug you favorite virtual snowman during summer's wrath

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PRINCESS TREATMENT ! —LADS!MEN

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — fem!reader, wife!reader, established relationship, cutesy fluff, rafayel being dramatic as always, cutesy stuff. [౨ৎ] synopsis: princess treatment from the lads!men [♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: someone requested this a while ago but I can't find their ask I'm sorry! But this is for you my love <33

SYLUS --> ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ carries you when you say your feet hurt + random bouquets of flowers on your nightstand

From the moment you breathe out of a minor inconvenience —whether its from your feet aching after walking too long or you’re just feeling a little worn down—Sylus is already at your side, lifting you up with a gentle, effortless strength that somehow makes your heart flutter no matter how many times he does it.

He could care less about who sees. It doesn’t matter if you’re wandering through a high-end boutique, the polished floors gleaming beneath your tired soles, or sitting across from each other at a five-star restaurant where the menus feel heavier than usual—Sylus’s radar for your comfort is practically supernatural.

You barely have to say a word. The moment you sigh softly, or glance down at your shoes, or rub the arch of your foot, he’s moving. “Tired?” he’ll ask softly, voice low and caring, waiting just a beat for your answer. If you pause, he’s already there—hands warm and sure—lifting you up like you weigh nothing at all.

If it's in public and your embarrassed he simply scoffs with a low chuckle, "I've had to carry you out of a parties thrown over my shoulder like a beanbag a few times this year. I think you can stomach being carried like a princess before we get to the car."

And then there are the mornings—those soft, slow ones where you blink awake to find a fresh bouquet waiting on your nightstand. No card, no announcement, just petals still kissed with dew, their fragrance drifting into the room. Sometimes they’re roses, other times their different colorful assortments, or something exotic you can’t even name. You’ve long stopped asking when he buys them—Sylus just smirks and shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

ZAYNE --> ִֶ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ always opens doors for you + helps you down/up stairwells when your in heels

Its almost impressive how the second you approach any door—whether it’s the heavy glass door to a café or a creaky old classroom door—Zayne's already stepping ahead, reaching out to open it for you with a that small warm smile of his. (like he didn't just teleport to your side)

The same goes for whenever you’re in heels. Before your foot even graces a step, you’re already met with the steady anchor of Zayne’s soft hand, his other hand hovering just in case you wobble. Sometimes you’ll catch him watching you from the corner of his eye as you ascend, gaze flicking down to make sure your footing’s secure before lifting back up to meet yours. That faint splash of pink will dust the Doctor’s cheeks, but he won’t look away—he never does when it comes to you.

If you call him out on it, he’ll give a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as if you’ve caught him in some harmless crime. “I was simply making sure you didn’t slip or fall,” he’ll say, the corner of his mouth tilting just slightly before adding in that low, almost teasing tone, “Though… would it really be so odd to suggest that I was admiring my wife?”

CALEB --> ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ always offers you the last bite of his food + always carries your bags no matter how light they are

It doesn’t matter if it’s the fluffiest pancake from brunch or the last fry in the basket—Caleb’s holding it out to you on a fork, a spoon, or even between his fingers, that lopsided grin tugging at his lips like there was never a question about who it was for. “Go on, pips. I know you wanted it,” he’ll murmur, watching you lean in to take it.

A laugh escaping him as he sees you melt the second the fork enters your mouth, eyes fluttering shut like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. You barely even finish chewing before glancing at the plate again, and he catches it instantly—those puppy-like eyes lingering a second too long. “You want more, don'tcha ?” he teases, already reaching for the dish. Before you can protest, he’s flagging down the waiter or spearing another perfect piece from his own plate. “You're so cute, we'll get you some more pips."

And when it comes to carrying your things, Caleb doesn’t discriminate between a heavy grocery bag or the tiniest boutique shopping bag with a single dress inside. The second he sees something in your hands, he’s already reaching for it, muttering a casual, “I got it,” like it’s second nature. You’ve tried arguing before—pointing out how ridiculously light it is—but he just scoffs and keeps walking, your bag dangling from his fingers like it weighs nothing.

"You say your 'fine' carrying it, until you see a whole rack of shoes you like and then your turning to me with those puppy eyes while giving me the bags."

"..shut up."

RAFAYEL --> ִֶ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ only gifts you the most body complimenting imported dresses + has monthly appointments booked in advanced for you (hair, nails, etc.)

As we all know, Rafayel takes his art very seriously—the wrong swatch of a color alone could have him stuck for an hour or two. So why would he treat his sweet wife any differently? Every dress he picks out is like a masterpiece, tailored to highlight your curves, your posture, your very presence. It’s never just about fashion—it’s about making you feel like the most radiant version of yourself, effortlessly stealing every room you walk into.

And god forbid you don’t fall inlove with a dress he’s chosen. Now he has to sit down with it, study every stitch, every fold, every detail for what feels like an hour, trying to understand exactly what doesn’t resonate with you. It's almost sweet how he dedicated he becomes to the little project but after a while it starts to get ridiculous.

"Raf, sweetheart, please come to bed."

He'll barely look up, murmuring something about light refraction under evening chandeliers and how perhaps the drape falls half an inch too far left. You sigh knowing you'll have to drag him to the bedroom at this point.

Though of course, his spoiling doesn't stop simply at clothes. Whether it's because he wants to take care of you from working hard or just because he likes seeing you all done up and happy Rafayel takes your monthly appointments very seriously. Already calling your place of work two days beforehand to ensure you'll be available.

"I've stored your laptop away somewhere for today—uh no, don't give me that. You've been working hard cutie, let me take care of you."

XAVIER --> ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ warms your hands when their cold + fixes your necklace for you

Usually on a chilly day, Xavier already has your hand entwined with his. Secured in his jacket pocket as you walk side by side, but in the rare case that he isn’t; he'll reach over, his own hand enveloping yours with that steady, unhurried ease. Thumb softly brushing over your knuckles like he’s coaxing the cold out of them with delicate care, and guiding your hand into his jacket pocket with his with a smile.

And if it’s not the cold he’s noticing, it’s the little details—like the way your necklace clasp has shifted or tangled in your hair. He’ll step in behind you without hesitation, brushing your hair to the side with careful fingers. The cool press of his knuckles contrasting with the warmth of his touch as he readjusts the chain, his focus entirely on you. “There,” he’ll murmur once it’s perfect, his voice low and close to your ear—"beautiful as always, my star."

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Happy happy family

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There is an impostor among us

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reblog if you're corny and insufferable

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He get emotional for his wifey and baby

Btw guys

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"five minutes"

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I'm sure my roommates are convinced I'm crazy with the way I read fanfics and novels in H Y S T E R I C S

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☾𖤓 ; caleb making it fit

caleb’s fingers plunge in and out of your wetness, producing an obscene melody of squelches and moans. he’s been at it for what seems like ages, trying to loosen you up—not that you’re complaining.

before even he resorted to fingering you, he had already tried everything else he could think of to make things easier on you.

he massaged your sore body, pressed kisses into every crevice of your skin, lapped at your clit until you squirted on his lips, and even let you hump his thigh.

and while he never viewed any of those things as a chore, his patience began to wear thin after seeing that you could still barely manage to take two of his fingers.

“pips, you’re gonna have to be a big girl this time, okay?” he withdraws his fingers in order to cup your cheeks.

“y-yeah but, it’s too big isn’t it…?” your voice trails off as you look up at him with worry in your eyes.

“not at all, sweets. trust your dear caleb, yeah?”

he parts your thighs and lines himself up with your slit, just admiring the sight. slapping his length against your bud, he smiles to himself. “pretty girl. you’re gonna take me so well aren’tcha?”

before you can even answer, he pushes his hips forward, finally sliding past your entrance. it stings, feels full.

“caleb!” you cry out, fingers instinctively latching on to his toned back. he groans out, “shit, you’re still so tight—”

“sorry,” you mutter into his shoulder, trying not to quiver from his sheer girth. it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“don’t be sorry, baby. this is perfect.” he pushes deeper, and that sting inside of you melts into a pang of hot pleasure.

soon enough, your body has completely given in to caleb, and you’re finally loose enough for him to plow you like he’s wanted to do for months.

his hips snap into you at a merciless pace, and he sings your praises like you’re a deity.

“i knew you could do it—my pretty girl, my good girl. you wanted to make your caleb happy, didn’t ya?”

“fuck—yes, ‘leb…! wanted to make you happy,” you slur, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock kissing the deepest parts of your cunt.

at that, caleb simply grins, and pushes your thighs back to fuck you even deeper—the way he’s been dreaming about.

a/n: someone shoot me dead. school starts back in like a day…. anyways here’s smth quick since i’ll likely be gone for a bit!! enjoy xx

⟢ zoey’s masterlist !

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Hiii pookieeee i have a cute imagine idea for calebb

you know those "surprising my long distance bf" tiktoks? I was thinking about how it would unfold when mc did that to DAA caleb :>>

Home for You

You had your bags packed and ready to go for about a week now. Caleb told you over video how stressed the fleet was this week. It was one too many incidents they had to cover up and Caleb barely got a wink of sleep since. You decided to go see him. It’d brighten his whole day.

You knocked on the door while covering the peephole. He told you he just got home and was exhausted. What better time than now to come see him? You heard his footsteps near the front door and pause. He was obviously confused why he couldn’t see out of his peephole. His voice sounds through the door.

“Who is it?” He asked his voice filled with authority. You giggled silently to yourself before knocking once again but harder.

“This is the colonel’s home if—“ His threatening tone softened upon seeing you. He rushed to you picking you up off your feet, hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t know—what are you doing here?” He asked not letting you go.

“I wanted to surprise you since you had a hard week.” You explained making his heart melt.

“Aww pipsqueak.” He nearly cried right there as he held you tighter as if that were possible.

He carried you inside kicking the door closed. He missed you so much it took a crowbar to peel him out of your skin.

Last day of classes huzzah!

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Greyson and MC texting

MC: heyyyyyy

MC: are you with Zayne?

MC: *Dr Zayne?

Greyson: yeah, i am, why?

MC: tell me how he reacts in a few secs

Greyson: okay...?

*MC sending a nude pic to Zayne*

Greyson: was that you?

Greyson: what did you write to him?? you're not breaking up are you?

MC: what!?

MC: No, we're not!

MC: *dating

MC: we're just patient and doctor and childhood friends.

Greyson: suuuuuure...

MC: why, what did he do?

Greyson: he almost dropped his chart, stumbled back while trying to catch his balance...

Greyson: and crashed into the cleaning cart.

Greyson: he also slipped on the wet floor when trying to get back up

Greyson: he's fine though, just blushing really hard in embarrassment i think

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SOMEOEN SVAE ME FROM UNI PLEASE

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Morninnn everyone ♡♡

Here zayne as papa, look at their cute babyyy

Btw guys I'm open commisson with friendly budget ♡, check my pinned post

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I wanna eat him

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I can’t pay rent this month

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: crack, fluff