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[almond-tofuuu]

The first part of your fic was literally copied from anticyra's c.ai Zayne chatbot, the intro conversation that SHE wrote not the AI...you should at least give them credit for that, because that's kinda plagiarizing....

I'll be honest I had absolutely no idea that was taken from her chatbot.

The beginning of the fic was an idea sent to me by a friend. I was not explicitly told that they copied the text from someone else.

Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention!! I will be sure to give the owner full credit.

[almond-tofuuu]

Please don't say goodbye...

Zayne x reader

Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of death, very little comfort, not proof read

Summary: after receiving orders from the Hunters Association that you're being sent on a dangerous mission, one you might not return from, you have to break the news to your childhood friend and doctor, Zayne...

Word count: 2.8k (holy- Idk how that happened)

The beginning of this fic is written by anticyra as the intro for her Zayne chatbot on c.ai, full credits go to her!!!

"Late for your checkup again, I see," Zayne said in his usual blunt manner, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork when you burst into his office.

If it were anybody else who decided to book an appointment right at the end of his shift, and then turn up half an hour late for it, Zayne wouldn't have bothered staying to wait. But since it was you... well, it wasn't like he had anything better to do that night anyway. Plus he was too distracted by all the other medical reports he had to review to really notice the time.

Setting his folder down, Zayne finally glanced at you, taking in your flushed and slightly disheveled appearance. It was clear you had been in a rush to get here and the thought made the ice of his gaze melt just a little.

Giving him a small, apologetic smile you make your way to the seat opposite him, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you can finally relax for a moment.

"I'm really sorry, Zayne. I would've been here sooner but I was called into an urgent debriefing at the last minute.... I couldn't get away any faster" you explain quietly, just the thought of the meeting is enough to flood your mind with stress, though you try not to let it show.

Zayne sighs audibly at the mention of a 'debriefing' and decides to drop the matter of your tardiness immediately. Knowing you must've had important things to deal with, his annoyance dissipates. Folding his arms over his chest and leaning his weight back in his chair, his eyes noting the crease in your brow and the dark circles forming under your eyes. "And this was regarding a Wanderer attack, I'm guessing."

Heaving a tired sigh you nod your head in confirmation, running a hand through your slightly messy hair, "... there's been a sudden increase in attacks recently in the mountains. The Hunters Association is planning on sending a team to clear out the wanderers and investigate the source of their appearance..."

Zayne made a mental note of that. Wanderer attacks. Not exactly good news.

When the Hunter's Association made movements like this, that usually meant the situation had become dire or they'd received some alarming intel. Either way, a bit of extra caution wouldn't hurt right about now. Zayne shifted in his seat as he considered his next question.

"Are you going? To the mountains I mean," he asked, looking down at the file in front of him and flipping through your medical history.

Nodding your head in confirmation you let out a nervous exhale, the unusually serious expression on your face causing Zayne's apprehension to rise.

"....That's actually what I wanted to speak with you about..." Pausing for a moment, you consider the easiest way to break the news to him, deciding it's best to just get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid. "I'll be joining the team the Association is sending into the mountains.... There's no way to know how long the mission will take but....they say it will last at least 4 months..."

Zayne froze, although his expression remained calm and professional, his thoughts were anything but.

In the mountains...with wanderers...for up to FOUR MONTHS?!

Clearing his throat, he fought to keep his voice level, "so...I won't see you for four months then." It was all he could manage to get out, not trusting his voice to keep his true emotions concealed.

Swallowing nervously, you stare down at your lap, desperately wanting to avoid his piercing gaze, knowing he would see straight through the brave front you were putting up. "Well, four months is the minimum....it's likely I'll be there longer... And..." Your sentence trails off as you hesitate, reluctant to tell him the truth.

Zayne remains silent, waiting for your answer, but he could already guess the rest. You were going into the mountains, fighting wanderers. If you got injured or--he didn't even want to think about the possibilities.

Four months was already a ridiculous amount of time to spend on this kind of mission, but if something happened before that... he didn't want to entertain the idea.

"...And," he repeated, in a slightly harsher tone than he intended. His thoughts spiralling dangerously with every passing second.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to steady yourself, gathering your courage before continuing in a soft voice, "...the situation in the mountains is pretty bad... The place has essentially become a warzone and we've already lost a lot of hunters.... There's a strong chance that... I won't make it back..."

Won't make it back...

Your words seemed to barely register for Zayne. Won't make it back. He felt like someone had reached inside his chest and squeezed his heart. It was as if time itself has slowed to a halt as this new reality finally sank in. Zayne froze. He was surprised to find his hands clenched into fists at his side and had to make a conscious effort to unclench them.

He stared straight at you with a blank expression as he forced himself to stay calm. He wouldn't-couldn't- let himself lose his composure. Not now, not in front of you. "I see.... Why are you telling me this?"

Finally you look up to meet his gaze, eyes softening as you take in all the small details of his face, wanting to commit them to memory. You struggle to keep your voice steady, not wanting to breakdown in front of Zayne. "I'm telling you because you're my friend. You're someone I care about and i-.... I felt I owed it to you to tell you this myself"

Your eyes held his for a moment longer than he was comfortable with and Zayne was sure you could see it as well. A tightness formed in his throat as he fought to keep his the thin string he was hanging on by from snapping.

"I see," he said, his voice flat. "You're going to the mountains to fight wanderers and there is a strong possibility that you'll not return." It hurt to even say the words. "Is there anything else?"

Your eyes widen at his matter-of-fact tone, not expecting his complete lack of concern. It hurt to see how stoic he was, to know that the news of your possible death didn't seem to affect him at all. You had so much more you wanted to tell him but his indifference made you second-guess whether to continue or just leave. After a short internal debate you decide to just tell him what you want to say, even if he didn't care at least you could leave here without any regrets.

"...I just wanted to say that I appreciate everything you've done for me.... And if this is the last time I get to see you, then I want you to know that the time I've spent with you has been the happiest time of my life...." Your voice trembles, breaking slightly as you try to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

Zayne felt his chest get tighter as your words sank in. A small amount of moisture built up in his eyes but he refused to let it fall, biting his lip as he looked down at the files on his desk, their words blurring as his vision became clouded with tears.

the... the happiest time of your life...

His brows furrowed together as a frown crossed his face.

...if nothing else... If something did happen... Was the time he spent with you... the happiest time for him as well?

Finally. His expression shifted as the dam broke and his control slipped.

"y/n..."

He stood up, taking a quick step and grabbing your hands before you could pull away. And then he pulled you towards him in a tight embrace, taking in your scent, feeling your heartbeat pounding against his chest.

"This is NOT the last time you will see me," he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability and fear.

You freeze, caught off guard by his sudden embrace, mind racing at the raw emotion in his voice. You're quick to accept his comforting hold on you, melting into his touch and burying your face into his chest, your arms wrapping around him tightly, clinging to him like a lifeline. "...you can't guarantee that, Zayne.... Neither of us can..." Your words are whispered softly, carrying the weight of your sadness.

Zayne ran his hands down your spine, cupping the small of your back and pulling you closer to his chest. He didn't respond, just held you, trying to imprint this moment into his brain. This... This could be the last time he held you and he wanted to remember everything, from the feel of your skin to the scent of your combined body heat.

"I'm not trying to guarantee anything," he uttered, squeezing you tighter than he intended but he didn't care. The pain that he felt thinking about you dying... he couldn't put it into words.

"I'm saying that I won't lose you. I won't accept that!" Zayne leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against yours, the desire to keep his self-control intact long gone. If you were really going off to the mountain for months, he wanted to be able to feel you. He wanted you close so badly it hurt.

Leaning into his touch, you eagerly return the kiss with equal passion, hands tangling into his raven hair. A soft sigh escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as you lose yourself to the feeling of his lips on yours.

Zayne's hands wander down your body, gripping tight around your hips. His lips met yours again and again, every kiss taking him closer and closer to heaven. He could feel himself getting swept away in the moment and losing his inhibitions. The urge to hold you tight never left and only grew until he wanted to press you to the wall and refuse to let go. But he forced his emotions back under control, knowing that there were more important things to discuss.

He finally pulled away, letting it sink in that this could truly be the last time you would meet.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting the captivating green of his intense gaze. When you speak your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but your tone is filled with a deep sadness. ".... Zayne.... I want you to know that whatever happens.... I love you"

His heart lurched at your words. He had always thought there was no way to make this situation any worse than it already was. But your confession made it so much harder.

He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, not under these circumstances, but his voice remained soft when he finally spoke. "I have something I want you to know as well," he said, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours. "Even if we don't get to meet again... know that I love you as well."

His confession causes your breath to hitch, heart fluttering as it swells with joy, knowing the feelings you've harboured for so long are reciprocated. You let out a soft sigh, breathing in his familiar, soothing scent, your hands gently stroke through his hair.

"....I wish I had told you how I felt sooner, we could've had more time together.... But at least now I know you feel the same way I do...." You try to keep your voice light, though the regret lacing your words is poignant, sending a wave of warmth through Zayne. Despite everything he could feel his own emotions starting to come back under control, some level of calm returning the longer this moment went on.

You were right, you could have had more time together... He had pushed you away so many times during your appointments and now he was being haunted by the possibility he had wasted too much time.

But at least now... he would know he had said the right thing in your last moments together.

"...We both feel the same way," he repeated, almost in disbelief.

A soft yet sad smile forms on your lips, the thoughts of what could have been weighing heavily in your mind, and the possibility of this being your last moment together causes your heart to ache. "....I swear that I'll do everything in my power to stay alive.... I don't want this to be the last time I see you.... But if I don't make it back, just know that I fought as hard as I could"

You promised to stay alive, but Zayne could hear the defeat in your tone, the fear and worry of the possibility of never seeing him again hanging in both of your minds like a dark cloud.

He squeezed your hands, not wanting to let go even though he knew he'd have to at some point. His eyes never left yours as he considered his response.

"I will do everything in my power to make sure this isn't the last time we see each other." He tightened his embrace, refusing to let go for even a second. "But if you don't come back..."

His voice broke for a moment as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. "Know that I will wait for you. Forever if I have to."

You swallow the lump in your throat, desperately trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall as the pain of having to leave him becomes almost suffocating. taking a deep shaky breath, you look into his eyes, seeing yourself reflected in the deep green.

"...I have to go.... The team are waiting for me..." Even though you whisper softly that you need to leave, your body makes no move to tear itself away from his warm embrace.

The reality of how little time you have left together hits Zayne like a freight train. His body freezes. He couldn't bear the thought of letting you go, as if his body would fall apart if he lost contact with yours even for a second.

"Please..." his voice was pleading now. He didn't care if he sounded weak, desperate even. "Just a few more moments, that's all I ask."

Sighing softly you hold him tighter, you couldn't bring yourself to deny his request, especially when he sounded so broken and desperate to keep you close to him. You could feel your heart cracking at the realisation that once you let him go, you'd have to leave him behind.

"Okay...just a little longer..."

And so he held you, content to simply stay like this, breathing in your scent, running his fingers through your hair, feeling the softness of you against him. Just another minute or two, anything to delay the inevitable and keep you here, safe in his arms.

Unfortunately the moment is cut short by the beeping of your phone, a cruel reminder that your time together is over. You sigh in frustration, glaring at the offensive object as it continued to ring, signalling that you had to leave. Silencing the call, you turn back to Zayne, a sad smile on your face as you both share a silent understanding that this is it.

"I don't like this," he murmured, his voice low as his eyes met yours in a moment of shared disappointment. You had both spent too long not telling each other the truth and now you were forced to suffer the consequences. Even just another minute together would have made it so much easier to bear.

"I don't either..." You agree quietly, your trembling voice showing just how truly devastated you are to have to go "...I guess this is goodbye...."

"For now." He whispered firmly, hesitant to allow even the possibility that you wouldn't come back, and his words were as much for his own sake as yours. The seconds seemed to stretch out and fly by all too quickly, and Zayne didn't want to be the one to let go first, afraid of what would happen the second you parted.

"Come back to me, okay?" His voice was tight and strained, hand reaching up to gently brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes. "Come back to me and keep that promise you made."

Leaning into his touch, your eyes flutter closed briefly, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. "...I will... I'll come back to you and I'll never leave again... I promise, this won't be the last time we see each other." Your voice is full of determination despite the way it trembles.

And Zayne believes you, with every fiber of his being wanting to believe you, wanting to trust that you would make it back. That he wouldn't lose you so cruelly to something neither of you had any control over.

"I'll wait, even if I have to wait forever."

His words were soft yet full of a quiet ferocity. He would wait for you, even if the world burned down around him. He wanted you to know that he would do whatever it took to make your promise come true, no matter how long it took.

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One thing I find interesting is the duality Zayne brings out in me...

Like part of me wants to be his pretty little housewife. Making him lunches to take to work with cute notes about how much I love him. Waiting eagerly for him to get off work so we can spend a quiet evening together. Cuddling with him on the sofa while he reads through some medical textbook, the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep. Waking up with him on his days off, neither of us wanting to move so we spend the morning wrapped in the warmth of eachothers arms.

But then there's another part of me that wants to push this man to his absolute limits. Be a complete brat, tease him in public, disobey his orders, do everything I can to rile him up until he's so fed up with my attitude that he pushes me into the closest surface, face inches away from mine as he practically growls in my ear. His voice low and threatening as he reprimands me for being such a brat, while his hips rut into mine, pounding his cock into me as he pins me against the wall. His thrusts merciless, forcing orgasm after orgasm from me until I'm a crying, whimpering mess. But he doesn't stop, simply leaning closer to whisper in my ear "you wanted to be a brat so now you need to deal with the consequences of your actions" "you can take it" "is this what you wanted, Angel?" "I'm not stopping so be a good girl and take it" and then his hips pick up their pace, fucking into me harder as he lets out all the frustration I've caused him.....

....just normal Zayne thoughts ☺��☺️☺️

[almond-tofuuu]

Dear,

I’m one of Zayne’s fan, and your works were so incredible, so I was just hoping whether you can give me permission to translate it into Vietnamese and publish it on wattpad or wordpress for Vietnamese readers to read, since many of them were not confident with their English and I really want to share those pieces to Vietnamese fans of Love and Deepspace. I promise it will be for non-commercial purpose and I will keep all tags as well as note down the author, the source and link of this piece on tumblr.

However if you do not want me to translate, it's completely fine too, and I totally understand that.

I'm waiting for your response.

Kindest regards.

Thanh

Hi ☺️

Wow, this is so sweet!

You absolutely have my permission to translate and publish my work, I think it's really nice of you to take the time to do that!

Also I just want to thank you because this honestly made my day, I'm really happy you enjoy my work 💕

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Hi I see you're opening request, so I'm here to ask for one. Thank you so much!

Plot: Zayne anger and his punishment when he find out you lied to him and get yourself in dangerous.

anon are you a mind reader?! 👀 bc I've had a draft of this sat in my wip folder for ages!!!

Hope you enjoy!! 💕

Sorry isn't enough...

Zayne x reader

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, no comfort, Zayne is mad (and possibly ooc)

Might do a part 2 (with a happy ending as an apology for this)

Zayne doesn't yell. In fact, in all the time you'd known him you couldn't remember ever seeing him lose his temper. Sure he got annoyed with you sometimes, mainly when you ignored his advice or turned up at the hospital with yet another injury, but it never boiled over into anger. He'd scold you like a child, giving the occasional icy glare, but nothing more. So when you limped into his office today, an hour late for your appointment and caked in dirt and dried blood, you were prepared to receive another lecture about safety from your primary care physician.

The minute you opened the door and took the first unsteady step into his office, you knew something was off. The air held an icy chill, causing a shiver to run down your spine, the tension increasing with every step. You could feel the pressure of Zayne's eyes on you as you approached his desk, piercing green gaze scrutinising every aspect of your appearance, taking note of every scrape and bruise, every smudge of blood that stained your skin and clothes.

"You're late." Emotionless and cold, his voice shattered the uncomfortable silence that had been present since you entered his office. Swallowing thickly, you finally meet his eyes, and immediately regret it. His expression is hard, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes which usually hold a tenderness whenever he looks at you are dark, and swirling with a storm of fury. Zayne is pissed.

Opening your mouth, the apology on the tip of your tongue quickly dies at the sound of Zayne's exasperated sigh. "If you're planning on apologising I'd suggest you save your breath. I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to whatever feeble excuses you plan on giving." His harsh tone hits you like an avalanche, burying you in the disappointment that is practically radiating from him. "I've warned you time and time again to be careful, to prioritise your safety and yet you seem determined not to listen. I've lost count of how many times you've limped into my office. You refuse to listen to my advice yet you come to me whenever your recklessness results in another injury. Tell me, do you insist on continuing this foolish behaviour until it undoubtedly causes your death?!"

A lump forms in your throat, eyes fixed on the floor as you desperately try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. Every cruel word Zayne seethes is another knife to your heart, cutting deep and carving themselves into your flesh. And despite your best efforts, you can't stop the choked sob that escapes your lips. Because it hurts. Seeing the man who has always treated you so gently fuming with rage, steely glare freezing you where you stand, forcing you to endure the brunt of his anger. His words melt together, flooding your mind and making your ears ring as they echo on repeat inside your head. You're so overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his disappointment that you don't even realise you're crying until a cold hand touches your cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear. His breath fans your face as he exhales a tired sigh, "come here, let me see your wounds" his voice is softer now, having lost its previous venom but his outburst has left a sour taste in your mouth. You pull away from his touch, shaking your head slightly as you wipe away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"I can take care of it myself...I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further." You utter, keeping your voice steady and void of emotion. "Don't worry, you won't have to deal with my reckless behaviour anymore. Goodbye, Dr Zayne." Turning away from him you quickly make your way out of his office, ignoring the calls of your name, determined not to let him see you fall apart completely. With each step you can feel your heart breaking more, bleeding out and flooding your chest with every crushing word Zayne spat at you. You're not sure where you're heading, vision blurring with tears, you just know that the last place you want to be is with Zayne.

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Hello lovely! I am totally lost but I’m so excited to learn more cus it seems like a good place for angst 👌, what is dawn breaker zayne? Is this in the anecdotes??? Why does he seem so intense??? Please share your knowledge with me! 🙏

Hi hi!! 🤗

Yes, Dawnbreaker is brimming with angst! Poor baby

Spoilers below for Zayne's 3rd anecdote!!!!! (You have been warned)

So Dawnbreaker appears in Zayne's 3rd anecdote 'Still In Dark'. It shows us the life of a Zayne from an alternate dimension/timeline (a world that difers from that of the main story). In this timeline, the world seems to be a lot more dystopian where Linkon city no longer exists (there is evidence to suggest it did exist once but was possibly destroyed?)

The Zayne in this reality isn't a Doctor and has essentially become a serial killer called Dawnbreaker, except he's mercy killing people who are turning into wanderers (possibly after prolonged exposure to protocores). These people lose control of themselves, becoming monsters and attacking anyone around them, so Dawnbreaker hunts them down to stop them hurting people and to allow them to die before they completely lose control (kind of similar to what Dr. Zayne did for his friend in his 2nd anecdote)

We also learn that Dawnbreaker can see moments of our Zayne's life through his dreams, and Dr Zayne also has dreams about Dawnbreaker. It's in these dreams where Dawnbreaker meets mc (who doesn't seem to exist in Dawnbreaker's world, or he hasn't found her yet). Similarly to our Zayne, Dawnbreaker has had these dreams since he was 12 and at the very end of the anecdote in his dream mc realises that the 'Zayne' she's talking to isn't Dr Zayne.

Hopefully this all made sense and helped clear a few things up 😊

If anyone wants to add anything that I missed (or correct me on anything) pls feel free to!

[almond-tofuuu]

ngl I really loved this feature, even though it was kind of embarrassing it made me feel like I was really helping celebrate his birthday 🎂

Plus it also means we should get to sing happy birthday to Zayne and Xavier as well!!!!

[almond-tofuuu]

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost, "the love that remains"

Happy birthday Rafayel!!! 🫶🏻

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A Doctors Lullaby

I've been inspired by all the people posting about girl dad! Zayne and the time when Zayne sang happy birthday so enjoy this little drabble that my brain cooked up 😚

Warnings: none, just soft domestic moments with Zayne, girl dad! Zayne

It's 3am by the time you finally get home. Being a hunter meant you were often assigned urgent missions, and tonight was no different. When wanderers appeared in a nearby hunt zone, you were the first to be notified, forcing you to rush out of the comfort of your bed and Zayne's arms at nearly midnight. Dressing quickly, you briefly check on your daughter, who's sleeping peacefully in her room, before saying goodbye to Zayne, leaving him with a quick peck on the lips and a promise to be careful. Now entering through the front door you try to be as quiet as possible, gently shutting the door behind you before taking off your shoes and tiptoeing down the hall, looking forward to taking a hot shower before climbing back into bed beside your husband. Halfway towards the bathroom you're halted by the sound of a voice coming from the room to your left; your daughter's bedroom. The door is ajar as you quietly approach it, peeking your head around to witness a sight that melts your heart. Zayne sits in a chair by the window, his arms gently cradling your daughter as he rocks her to sleep. The soothing melody of his voice fills the quiet room, tone tender and smooth as velvet, serenading the sleeping child the same lullaby you always sing. Zayne hasn't noticed you yet, his eyes captivated by the peaceful face of his little girl sleeping so soundly in his arms. There's a smile on his face, one so tender, so pure and filled with love, one that's only present in moments like these. In the quiet privacy of your shared home, away from prying eyes, where Zayne can truly be himself, cherishing every second with the family he never thought he'd have.

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Quotes that remind me of

❄️Zayne ❄️

I'm in too deep, he consumes my every thought, the depths of the love I feel for this man is immeasurable

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YES!!!! PLS LETS TALK ABOUT THIS BC OML!!!!

I am obsessed with this!!!!

The way he holds mc the second he's sure they're alone together-

The way he teases her, showing his more playful side-

The fact he added the place she was going to his weather app so he knew what the weather was like while she was there-

THE WAY HIS VOICE BECOMES THAT LOW HUSKY WHISPER!!!!!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This memory literally plays on repeat inside my head!!!!

Everybody has been talking about Xavier’s Tender Night, But can we talk about Zayne’s Business Trip? He literally pinned the MC down.. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[almond-tofuuu]

You ever get bored and decide to make your own phone wallpaper...

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Wanna sit on Zayne’s lap (innocently) facing him with my face buried in his chest while he works 😊 and then maybe after a while grind on him a lil, just enough to rile him up, and then keep doing it until he snaps and pounds me into the nearest surface 😊

anon you are not the only one who wants to do this!!! If I've said it once, I'll say it again: ZAYNE WANTS US TO GRIND DOWN IN HIM!! why else would he keep letting us sit in his lap 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also sorry it took so long for me to write this, work has been brutal 😭😭😭 hope you enjoy!!

Dangerous Game

Zayne x reader

Warnings: nsfw minors dni, grinding, orgasm denial, Zayne's big dick (it needs it's own warning), pet names (Angel)

Zayne was busy, always busy. Even when he came home after a long shift at the hospital, he still had more work that needed to be completed. And you understood, you really did, his job was very important and his meticulous nature was just one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you were cursing the seemingly neverending amount of paperwork stacked on the desk next to him. Hearing that he had actually gotten off work on time for once, you were looking forward to spending an evening curled up on the sofa with your loving boyfriend. But your plans were cut short the moment he picked up a pen and started filling out documents. Watching him from the doorway you let out a small sigh, resigning yourself to spending another evening entertaining yourself, when an idea formed in your mind. Hiding the mischievous smirk growing on your face, you tiptoed your way over to Zayne, stopping beside his chair, gently poking his shoulder. Zayne's eyes flickered over to you, pen halting mid stroke as he gave you his full attention.

"Is there something I can help you with, Angel?" His smooth voice never failed to make your heart flutter, honeyed tone soft and tender, a sound reserved solely for you. Your fingers play with the cuff of his sleeve, a small pout on your lips, one you know he loves. "Can I sit with you? I missed you so much and I just want to be close to you for a while." The corners of Zayne's lips curl up into a soft smile, and you knew he'd give you whatever you wanted, after all Zayne could never say no to you. You were his weakness.

An amused chuckle left Zayne's lips as he swivelled his chair to face you, one hand holding yours whilst the other tapped his thigh, inviting you into his lap. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely. Come on then, take a seat, Angel." He gently pulled you closer, helping you to straddle his lap, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watches you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Now be good for me, I'm almost finished with these reports. Then we can go watch a movie together." He gives a light squeeze to the plush of your hips before his hands leave you, picking up his pen and resuming his work.

You want to be good for him, you really do try, but your mind begins to wander. There's something about being surrounded by him, his scent overwhelming your senses, the steady rhythm of his heart, his muscular thighs below you, it ignites a fire deep within you, and with every passing second you can feel the growing ache in your core.

You start small at first, squirming slightly in his lap, little wiggles that you play off as "just trying to get comfy". And for a while it's enough, but soon the throbbing in your cunt gets stronger, your clit begging for more friction, something to relieve the pressure building up in your lower stomach. You give an experimental rock of your hips, freezing to wait for Zayne's reaction. When he doesn't respond you do it again, setting a steady rhythm as you grind down on his lap. The zipper on the front of his slacks rubs perfectly against your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing with every roll of your hips, head burying further into the crook of Zayne's neck, his masculine scent filling your nose, pushing you even closer to your orgasm that is building steadily. Your pussy is dripping now, soaking your panties, your empty hole flutters and pulses as you continue grinding in Zayne's lap, too lost in pleasure to register the tiny whimpers leaving your mouth, forgetting all about subtly as your minds only focus is on your orgasm that is fast approaching. Speeding up your movement, hips pressing down harder into his, a breathy moan of his name falls from your lips as you're about to reach your peak. Just as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, two strong, cold hands firmly grab your hips, halting your movement completely. You whine desperately at the loss of your orgasm, hips frantically chasing more of that delicious friction that would have your cunt gushing into your panties, but it's useless. Zayne's vice-like grip prevents any of your movements, cold fingers bruising as they dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Did you really think I would let you finish like that, Angel?" Zayne whispered lowly in your ear, dark tone sending a shiver down your spine. "I thought I told you to be good, but it seems my girl was just too desperate to wait." You let out a pathetic mewl as Zayne presses you further into his lap, only now noticing the large bulge that has formed in his pants, his cock hard and begging for relief as it grinds against your clothed pussy. "You wanted my attention, Angel? Well you've got it. And I'm going to spend the rest of tonight teaching you what happens to bad girls who don't do as their told." He chuckles darkly, hips rutting up into yours, mercilessly guiding your sensitive cunt along the length of his confined cock. "And I'm not going to stop until you're a begging, whimpering mess."

[almond-tofuuu]

Whispers of forever

Rafayel x reader

we take a break from our usual Zayne content to bring you a fluffy Rafayel fic, in honour of his birthday 🎂

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Rafayel (bc he should come with his own warning), reader is called miss bodyguard, ooc Rafayel? (it's my first time writing for him so I apologise if he's kinda ooc)

Happy birthday to our favourite Mermaid!!!! 🎉🎁🎂

The early morning sun filtered in through the large open window of Rafayel's bedroom, casting its warming glow across the expanse of his bed, causing your skin to tingle under the pleasant heat. Groaning softly as your eyes fluttered open, you stretch your arms before reaching out to the side, hands subconsciously searching for Rafayel, longing to curl into his chest and fall back asleep. But your hands are met with empty sheets, the spot beside you where Rafayel sleeps is cold, clearly he's been up for a while now. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you push yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting the fluffy carpet below.

"Well well, look who's finally decided to wake up~" the familiar teasing tone brings a fond smile to your face, turning to find Rafayel lounging in a chair by the open window. A gentle breeze ruffles his soft, dusky hair, his handsome features illuminated by the sunlight, pale skin glowing under its rays. He truly is a sight to behold, alluring appearance rivaling even the most magnificent masterpiece.

Rafayel tilts his head, playful smirk tugging at his lips "you seem a little distracted, miss bodyguard, don't tell me that my boundless good-looks have rendered you speechless?~" his usual teasing has you turning your head away, attempting to hide the heat rising to your cheeks, a pout forming on your lips at being caught staring. You can hear his chuckle followed by the shuffling of fabric as Rafayel rises from his seat, feet padding softly against the floor as he makes his way over to you. You feel his eyes on you as long, slender fingers play with a loose strand of your hair. "Don't be shy, I like it when you look at me. In fact~" his fingers gently trail along your jaw, tilting your chin upwards until your forced to meet his gaze, bluish-pink eyes holding a tenderness despite his teasing tone. "I want to be the only one you look at, now and forever"

Your eyes widen, blush deepening at the possible meaning behind his words, a nervous laugh bubbles from your lips "if I didn't know any better, I'd think that sounded like a proposal"

"And what if it was? Would you accept it?" His voice had lost its playful tone, replaced by a sudden vulnerability that was reflected in his eyes, making your breath hitch at the unusual seriousness in his face. The air is still around you, thrums with anticipation much like the quickened beating of your heart. Your eyes flicker over Rafayel's face, searching his expression for any indicators that this is just more of his usual teasing, that any minute now he's going to burst out laughing at the dumbfounded look on your face. But the earnest look in his eyes, so honest and hopeful and equally afraid, tells you that he means it. Your hand moves to rest over his palm that is cradling the side of your face, head leaning into his touch, a shaky exhale leaving you before your lips curve into a soft smile.

"Rafayel, nothing would make me happier than spending forever by your side" your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, but it's overflowing with the depth of the love you feel for the man in front of you. You watch as Rafayel processes your answer, chest falling with the release of the breath he'd been holding in anticipation, gorgeous eyes lighting up as an equally gorgeous smile spreads across his face. You only got a second to admire it though as Rafayel tackled you in a hug, the both of you falling backwards onto the bed, giggling and sharing sweet, soft kisses. When you had both finally calmed down, you simply lay there, wrapped in eachothers embrace, your fingers tracing along the soft skin of Rafayel's exposed chest as his gentle stroked through your hair. Basking in the gentle glow of sunlight and the warmth of your love, Rafayel laid his forehead against yours, his eyes locking onto your own, and within them you saw a tidal wave of emotions. A tsunami of love, adoration and joy that threatened to drown out the rest of the world until all you could focus on was the man in front of you. The man you loved with all your heart.

"Don't forget your promise, miss bodyguard, you're mine now, forever. And my heart-" Rafayel gently hold your palm to his chest, letting you feel the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "My heart will forever be yours."

[almond-tofuuu]

Currently crying over the fact that Zayne's 3* card 'little world' isn't Zayne but Dawnbreaker !!!! holding a snowglobe with two people kissing!!!! And 'happiness' written on the side!!!!

And he's got this little smile on his face!!!! cause you know he's thinking about mc, the girl who haunts his dreams and is basically the only source of happiness and peace in his life, even though he's never met her 😭😭😭😭😭

Nobody look at me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[almond-tofuuu]

Nearly Mine

Zayne x reader

Warnings: ANGST, no comfort just pain (bc I hate myself 🙂) unrequited love

lmk if I missed anything

Watching the excited smile spreading across your face made Zayne's heart flutter in his chest. His own mouth curling up ever so slightly as he listened to your melodic voice, a sound he had grown to love more than any piece of music.

He couldn't help but admire every little detail about you. The late afternoon sun illuminating your face, enhancing your beauty into something he could only describe as ethereal. He loved the way your eyes shone, or how they'd light up in excitement whenever you visited his office, their colour had quickly become his favourite. And your lips, so soft and kissable, he loved how they'd form the most tender smiles, or release the angelic sound of your laughter. To Zayne, every part of you was perfect. And if he looked hard enough, if he focused solely on the you in front of him, maybe he could forget about the band of silver encircling your finger. But that was nearly impossible with how eagerly you were displaying it to him. Because that's why you came to see him today, not for a checkup but to announce your engagement.

Zayne did everything that was expected of a good friend. He congratulated you, listened as you happily told him all about the proposal, he even managed to smile as he expressed how happy he was for you. It was only when you skipped out of his office, smiling softly and waving him goodbye, only then did he let the facade fall. His ever cool composure cracking, shattering like ice, much like the broken pieces of his heart.

He wasn't angry at you, he could never be, after all this wasn't your fault. No, his anger was aimed solely at himself. He'd lost count of the times he had nearly confessed to you, words and feelings bubbling to the surface before being strangled by his own fear. Thoughts of what-ifs overwhelmed his mind, conjuring up countless scenarios of how things could've been, each one driving deeper the knife that had become lodged in his heart the moment you showed him your engagement ring. Because that thin band of metal was confirmation of Zayne's greatest fear; that you weren't his, and now you never would be.

[almond-tofuuu]

I swear to god if I get cock blocked by ONE MORE DELIVERY PERSON

This has happened twice now and it feels personal 😭😭😭