#Zayn is free

[leaderincrows]

Sylus x Caleb x and Zayne is down there I promise

See the full on Bsky or Twooter

[the-dormant-ocean]

Zayne: Have you seen MC?

Sylus: No.

Zayne: Good.

Sylus, amused: Why?

Zayne: Since the heat wave started I haven't been able to take one step without her. She's insisting she will die without my Evol.

Sylus, taking Zayne's hand and putting it against his cheek: My poor darling. You're a victim of your own success.

Zayne: Sylus... Did you take my hand to soothe me or are you using it to cool yourself down right now?

Sylus, smiling: Both, my love. Two birds one stone.

Zayne, sighing: The both of you genuinely love to test my patience.

[albaydo]

cw — fingering, in public? kinda??, basically zayne takes care of you while you both are in his office.

one thing that zayne really hated was leaving you alone at home, waiting for him while he’d be at work absolutely exhausting himself.

his heart would squeeze painfully at the sight of your sad eyes whenever he’d be too tired to engage in even a simple conversation. it made him feel like a horrible boyfriend, not being able to balance his relationship with work

that’s why you found yourself here, on his lap with your back pressed against his chest, nervously looking over at the door of his office repeatedly.

“i told you no one will walk in.” zayne sounded amused, his chin pressed on your shoulder while his eyes remained fixated on his laptop, continuing to type out some report that made no sense to you.

“b-but…” you couldn’t find words, too distracted by the feeling of his free hand slipped inside your panties, fingers toying with your soaking cunt. he had told you to wear a skirt today and you had complied, albeit confusedly. you didn’t know that it was for easier access. what a pervert.

“no buts.” he pressed a kiss on the side of your jaw, fingers pressing gently against your puffy clit. “i just wanted to be near you for the whole day, love. i miss you too much sometimes.”

you nodded and leaned fully into his chest, letting out a breathy moan at the fuzzy sensation of his fingers, your empty cunt begging to be stuffed, causing your hips to buck against his hand.

“easy there.” he chuckled lowly under his breath, stern eyes glancing over at you for a few seconds before focusing back on the screen.

“now be quiet, i’ve to finish this report.”

[softbewitcher]

exclusive tutorial 🙂‍↕️

[samijey]

#nature is healing

[starmocha]

do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) [Zayne/Reader ★ 1655 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sharing notes with Zayne. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) A/N: Am I reclaiming the joy of Christmas or making myself miserable…yes!!! Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

When Zayne had awoken one December morning, he had found a note tacked on his refrigerator under a Happy Snowman-shaped magnet. It simply had one question: Do you want to build a snowman?

He chuckled, amused by the playful random question. He searched around his home and found a small notepad. He wrote out this response and tore it off before tacking it onto the fridge under your note.

There’s no snow.

A glance at the clock and he realized he was about to be late for work. He quickly gathered his stuff and left his home, already missing you and anticipating your response.

You came home that evening and saw Zayne’s reply. You smiled, pleased that he had picked up on your little game, just as he always did. A pen in hand and a notepad in front of you, you sat at the counter, idly tapping the writing utensil against your face as you pondered a response.

Even though you and Zayne lived together, it had been a week since you both had properly seen each other outside of the occasional “hello” and “goodbye” in passing. The current conflicting schedules you both had robbed you of any quality time together, and you were starting to feel a little lonely, wondering if he felt the same.

You smiled wistfully, knowing this was just a temporary situation. When it was over, you planned on making up for lost time.

I didn’t ask that. Do you want to build a snowman?

You stared at the message, frowning, and then you quickly wrote down an additional note: (It doesn’t have to be a snowman.)

Smiling, you placed the note beneath Zayne’s message.

When it was five in the morning, you stumbled out of bed, yawning as you headed for the bathroom. Along the way, you fumbled in the dark and suddenly found yourself pulled into a familiar embrace, the crisp scent of peppermint waking you up more.

“Yes,” you heard Zayne’s voice before his lips claimed yours. Pressed up against the wall in the hallway, you felt Zayne’s hands cupping your face, all of his feelings poured into the kisses he lavished you with. “…I …mmhmm …snowman …with you…”

You moaned and gasped against his lips, the relentless kisses stealing your breath away. “Mm…ah…Zayne—”

“Five days,” he mumbled, his hands finding their way down to your hips, his hold firm but gentle.

The dizzying kisses in combination with your sleep addled brain left you a little slower than normal, unable to grasp what he had meant after the sudden whirlwind of emotions he had put you through. You could only let out a confused, “Huh?”

Zayne chuckled and kissed you a little more before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Five more days and my schedule will calm down again.”

Oh. You smiled. This time you were the one cupping his face. “Then we’ll be together again?”

“Yes, my love,” he answered, “And we’ll build as many snowmen as you would like.”

You giggled. “But what if there’s no snow—”

In the dark, you saw a light flurry of snow swirling and descending around you, the slight chill had you shivering against Zayne for warmth. You smiled again, eyes glancing from his open palm up to his beautiful gentle yellow-green eyes. “You’ll make it snow?”

His warm breath ghosted against your lips. “Yes,” he answered, “only for you, my love.”

Although you shared the same home, the distance had felt vast, seeing only each other in the brief instances when one would wake and the other was about to go to sleep. Now, you felt that distance growing smaller, each day you were closer and closer to resuming life together just as before.

You continued to leave notes before going to bed:

What did you eat today?

And he would come home, exhausted, but his energy would always renew at the sight of your handwriting. Always smiling and with a little laughter, he would scrawl out his own barely legible handwritten note, and tacking it beneath yours:

Greyson bought curry for me. It wasn’t as good as yours.

Some mornings, you woke up with him asleep next to you, unaware of when he had come to bed. His arm would always drape heavily over your stomach, making it a challenge to leave the bed without waking him. You always managed to succeed, and if he did stir, you would just gently stroke his head, your voice soft and soothing enough that he would be lulled back to sleep with just a few sweet words.

With a light kiss to his cheek, you would slip away and let him rest as you began your own day. There was always that delighted anticipation of seeing his responses, but occasionally, there was the sweet surprise of seeing his own message to you:

It will be cold today. Bundle up. And drink something warm today. I don’t want you getting sick.

Yes, Doctor Zayne! ♡

I’m ready to kick your butt in Kitty Cards, Zaynie!

Does Miss Hunter have some new tricks up her sleeves? I’m anxious…

How many macarons did you eat today? Don’t lie to me! I have eyes on you at the hospital…

Just three. (And one éclair.)

As you reread Zayne’s latest message, there was a brief bittersweet feeling that lingered. You wondered if all of these back-and-forth notes between you two were reminiscent of schoolmates sharing secrets in between classes. It saddened you for a moment to think of all the years you and he had missed out on growing up together.

You wondered how your lives would have turned out if you and he had been able to stay together. You thought of the afterschool snacks you would have shared. Trips to the arcade together. Late night study sessions. Early morning walks to school. Clumsy first kisses. Bittersweet goodbyes when he would graduate first.

You sighed wistfully. Looking down at the blank notepad in front of you, you only had one message you wanted to tell him:

I miss you.

There was a chill early in the morning, typical of December, and you shivered, feeling yourself waking up from a dream you were already forgetting. Feeling a shift in the bed, you started to become more alert. There was a sudden weight pressing you down, a familiar scent of peppermint tickling your nose, and then you heard a warm voice near you.

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

Blinking, you found yourself staring into Zayne’s eyes.

“You’re home…”

He leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. He smelled like he had just come out of the shower. It was so refreshing and comforting. He murmured against your ear, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“There’s no snow—”

“Look outside.”

You blinked, confused.

Zayne led you to the window, opening the curtain and beneath the glow of a streetlamp, you saw snow gently descending and slowly accumulating on the ground. You turned around and smiled at him, shaking your head.

“No,” you answered, grabbing his hand and leading him back to bed. You both lay down, your body pulled into his. You stayed close to him, feeling his head lightly resting above yours. “I just want to stay in bed with you.”

He laughed softly. Zayne pressed a kiss to your head, his eyes closing as he murmured sleepily, “I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“You missed me a lot?”

“A lot.”

“For real, for real?”

He opened one eye, his brow lifting in skepticism. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing!” You said quickly, making Zayne even more suspicious. You burrowed yourself into his embrace. “I’ve just missed hearing your voice as well…”

He laughed softly, as if in disbelief. He pulled you even closer to him, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Should I tell you a story?”

“Aren’t you tired?”

He shook his head.

“Liar.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “But I also miss talking to you…”

You looked up. “How was your day?”

“It was normal, a little busy,” he answered.

“Did you eat on time?”

He shook his head. “No,” he said, a hint of guilt in his voice, “I had a meeting that went on a little longer than expected. What did you eat yesterday?”

You pondered, trying to recall your previous day. “I had a smoothie for breakfast, and then Tara dragged me out for ramen at lunch, and dinner—what did I have…”

He chuckled. “Take your time…I have all of the time in the world for you.”

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I don’t want to be the only one yapping,” you said.

“OK, then let’s talk,” Zayne answered as he brushed some hair out of your face. He looked at you, as if he was relearning all of your features, remembering everything that he loved about you. He continued, “We’ll talk until we fall asleep.”

“First one who falls asleep has to make breakfast when they wake up,” you told him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You then reminded him, “I like French toast with mixed berries please.”

Zayne answered your challenge with his own smirk. “Oh? Is Miss Hunter going to beat me?”

You nodded eagerly.

He sighed. “I think so, too.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, sighing softly. “What do you want to do today? My time is all yours.”

You pondered and then you hugged him tightly. “This,” you answered, “Just being with you.”

“What a coincidence,” Zayne murmured, his eyes feeling heavier, “That was what I wanted, too.”

“What a match,” you yawned.

The world stilled, a quietness settling as the snow outside continued to gently descend from the dark sky. You lay in his arms, safe and secured, as if you two were living in your own snow globe, a world of your own making, created for just you two.

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

okay but imagine zayne teaching you body autonomy… with his mouth.

okay but no listen.

this thought has been tormenting me like a religious vision i didn’t ask for.

zayne. teaching you body autonomy. not in theory—in practice.

slow. clinical. reverent. devastating.

he starts at your jaw.

“Mandibula,” he says softly, lips brushing the bone.

“The place where you say no. Or yes. Or tell me to stop. All power begins here.”

and he means it.

not as a tease. not as a game.

like it’s sacred. like you are.

then your collarbone—

“Clavicula. Holds tension. Breaks easily. You’re holding so much in here, aren’t you?”

his voice is low, steady. you’re already trembling and he hasn’t even touched your skin.

“Sternum,” he murmurs at your chest,

“Protects your heart. Yours is racing. I haven’t earned that reaction yet, but I will.”

and then he kneels.

not to beg. not even to dominate.

to teach.

to worship.

like your body is both anatomy and scripture and he’s fluent in both.

he spreads your thighs.

doesn’t touch. doesn’t even blink.

he just says—

“Clitoris.”

and his tone shifts. darker. reverent. starving.

“Eight thousand nerve endings. All of them built for pleasure. Yours. Not mine. Not theirs. Yours.”

his jaw is clenched like he’s fighting himself.

“But if you let me… I’ll show you what they’re capable of. One by one. Until you forget who taught you shame in the first place.”

and the worst part?

he’s not trying to seduce you.

he’s trying to give you back to yourself.

but if you say yes—

if you even whisper it—

you’ll never recover.

and he’ll make sure you never want to.

alright brb going to write a 6k smut fic about this before i spontaneously combust.

[sistertonin]

SAMI: stand against moral injustice.

[catboyidia]

sylus would frequently send mephisto to keep an eye on zayne at work to make sure zayne wasn’t overworking himself, and he also trained mephisto to be particularly loud and annoying at specific times to force zayne to take breaks

[aethercored]

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐙𝐄𝐑

So I came across this (𝓝)sfw Affinity Analyzer and oh my goodness... 😳🫣 My curiosity got the best of me. I just knew I had to test it out with the LADS guys, ahaha~

It was both hilarious and entertaining, leaving me slightly flustered at the same time.

I lowkey kinda wanna tag friends & oomfies from my other sideblog @hananoami to share the funsies 👉👈 buuut anyone 18+ can do this for their MC and love interest(s) 👀 Feel free to share your results and tag other hunters as well~

TAGGING: @letsgauxplay @solifloris @xavissky @starmocha @anxiousgoddest @syleb @vesearlee @yashiro-arisugawa @fortunekookie07 @xavierbunbun @starfallforest @ourlittleuluru @ladyparamount @bunmallowish @kuroyurishion + anyone else that wants to try this are more than welcome to 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Below are all my 💦results for Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb.

⭐️XAVIER & I HAVE PERFECT AFFINITY 🍆🍑😩👉👌💦

❄️ZAYNE NYOOO... NOT LIKE THIS (×_×) Let's just say neither of us finished because he got an emergency call into work. Yes, that's what happened--

🐟 Rafayel... I'm actually a loss for words .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·.

Give me the Lemurian Milk and double merdicc already

🐦‍⬛ uwaaah~ Sylus and his big caw-cawk end gaming me in bed ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!

🍎 Of course Caleb would be the over achiever, hehe. I'm lowkey kinda upsetti our affinity is 2% shy of 69, but we can make up the difference with our bodies (1+1)

[xinyuehui]

3.0 // COSMIC ENCOUNTER

[moonveiltarot]

Yes, No, Maybe So? Oracle!

This was inspired by love and deep space. None of the images are mine, took them from pinterest.

Choose the image you're most drawn to and find your answer! This is ultra-short. Sorry for that. Longer ones coming soon.

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1

No. Something is blocking this, but circumstances aren't permanent. Manifest your desire by firmly claiming it IS yours. Unless the no is a good thing!

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2

Not yet. You're undecided or still determining something. Once you've made up your mind, you'll have your answer. You ask, the universe delivers. Period!

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3

Yes! You're very, very lucky in this matter.

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4

Not yet. You can manifest a different outcome if you want to.

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5

Yes. Your desire will be met.

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6

No. Time to pivot! This wouldn't bring you joy anyway, but your heart knows what will. Determine your true desire and ask again.

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7

No. If you are worried about something, the worst case scenario is not happening. You're safe.

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8

Yes!! You are in the clear / have the green light. Awesome sauce!

I miss doing longer ones, so I'll try to upload more later on with more detailed answers and such. Love, peace and chicken grease. ✌️ I'm out .//.

[definitely-not-a-wasp]

Dimension 20 features a sliding scale of pet owners, with Zayn Darkshadow on one end (was actively dying and spent time freeing his rat) and Pinocchio on the other (“die for me, Pinocchi-crow!”)

[samijey]

Jey was having too much fun in the background of this segment 😂😂

[idorukiss]

I'm sick so im thinking about The Boys and how they would help nurse you/MC back to health as one does xoxo (theres an addition in the replies now!)

‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙ Xavier would practically live in your place while he dotes on you in case you needed anything at a moments notice while hes sleeping at the edge of your bed holding your hand. He brings more non-traditional remedies insisting they have to work, you dont know how eating this lemon would cure you but you cant say no to those caring eyes

Zayne shows up with everything you could possibly need and more and insists that on doctors orders you arent to get out of bed unless you have to, helping you with as much as possible but trusting you if you say you got it. Sending checkup texts every hour or so while hes at work and then rushing to your place to dote on you more once he's off

Rafayel would 100% move you to his place so you can hole up on his big comfy bed with all the fresh air in his studio (and so he can paint your sleeping face too but he wont tell you that). Shushing you back to sleep whenever you start to stir and giving you lots of backrubs while frantically following the detailed list of advice thomas had given him

Sylus would show up unannounced at your apartment, scooping you up in his arm while the twins gather your stuff and haul you back to his place. He cancels everything he possibly can on his schedule to personally take care of everything you might need or ask for, and anything he wasn't able to get out of he just works on while sitting next to you

[starmocha]

Interesting things to note:

Looks like Caleb's Farspace myth is depicted here, based on their hats in the air

Master of Fate is the only one not holding on/reaching out to MC (feels very reminiscent of his myth, too.........)