#Zayne LaDS

[stardustquills]

sleeping beauty

synopsis: dr. zayne coming home later than expected and finding his sweet girl asleep while wearing a new set.

cw; smut (18+ mdni), somnophilia, male masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v, prone bone, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, darling), mentions of phone sex, soft(?) sex, creampie, missionary

wc; 2.9k

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he entered the house late one night, dragging his feet on the wooden floors as he walked in. god, he doesn’t even know what time it is. 4, 5am? zayne feels absolutely horrible—he said he’d be home by midnight, yet an emergency surgery held him back. he doesn’t expect you to be awake, that would be absurd, but he does get curious as he sees a note on the kitchen counter.

‘surprise in the bedroom for you, love’ the note read, in your handwriting. it was written in red ink with hearts all over it.

huh? he raised an eyebrow, rereading the note again. and again. there’s no way you’d still be awake.

zayne keeps holding onto the note as he walks into your shared bedroom, confusion written clearly on his feautures as he slowly opens the door. you’re asleep, he knows you are. he cringes when the door hinges squeaks, stopping his movements. he pushes the door open again, just enough for him to slip into the room before he closes it behind him. he made sure to turn the handle before the door closed, staying as quiet as possible.

his eyes flickered over to the bed, seeing your sleeping form. you cuddled his pillow, arms wrapped around it as if it were him. it was something he often caught you doing when he was away, and it made his heart melt more every time he saw it.

he chuckled under his breath. cute, he thought.

the lamp on your nightstand was on the lowest setting, casting a warm yellow glow over your slumbering body. zayne took a step closer to the bed before his breath hitched—you were wearing a new lingerie set.

it was his favourite colour on you, too. a rich pink, the colour of perfectly ripe raspberries. the lace of the lingerie had intricate designs, flowers and vines with lighter pink accents. the colour made the tone of your skin pop as it accented your curves, making you seem that much more beautiful and feminine in his mind.

the set didn’t leave much to the imagination—not that he needed it, anyway. but he couldn’t deny how absolutely breathtaking you looked, all dolled up and pretty as you snuggled against his pillow.

his pants grew tight at the display.

your handwriting in red ink caught his eye again. there’s a note on your bedside table, accompanied with a bottle of lube and your fuzzy pink handcuffs. ‘go crazy. please.’

his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on your temple.

a shower and then he’ll do as you asked, he decided.

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zayne doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. the door’s cracked open just enough so he can see you, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off you. even through the fogged up glass of the shower he can see the silhouette of your body, blurs of pretty pink lace adorning your skin.

before he knows it, his hand is on his cock. thick and veiny, it’s hard just from the thought of you. he teases himself as he yearns for you, wishing it was your hand instead. he tugs on himself, eyes fluttering as his jaw grows slack, a breath escaping his throat. he turns around in the shower so the water hits his back before tugging again, eyes flitting closed as he rasps your name. he could physically feel his knees weaken; what was happening to him?

zayne reaches a hand towards the shower wall, steadying himself as hot water continues to downpour on him. he’s burning. it’s too hot, it’s too much. he turns the temperature down, turning around so the colder water hit hit face, his chest. his eyes are still closed as he unhurriedly strokes himself, another hiss of his lover’s name tumbling past his lips.

now that he thinks about it, when was the last time the two of you had been intimate? with both of you leading busy lives, zayne being a doctor and you being a hunter, spending time with one another was rare. but you knew it would be like this even before you became official, both of you did. nonetheless, you made it work—navigating through the thick and thin.

zayne’s horny mind quickly found itself thinking about the phone sex from a week ago; it had become a norm in your relationship. he loved hearing your sighs and whimpers over the call as you tried to keep yourself quiet in your cold, empty hotel room you often found yourself in during missions. but still, whenever it happened, your fingers could never replicate the feeling of his dexterous ones, and his fist didn’t feel as good as your dainty one. it was in no way as good as the real thing, but it was good enough to satisfy both of you when you’re apart.

but now you’re here, and so is he, and he’s so excited. it’s painfully obvious with the way he is shamelessly touching himself, eyes half lidded as they roam down your silhouette. his sweet, loving girlfriend is finally home, wearing new lingerie, has given him her consent and he is definitely going to be taking advantage of it.

he comes out of the shower a few minutes later, not even bothering with getting dressed. zayne just had his towel hanging low on his hips, hair still damp. he didn’t let himself finish, wanting to do it when he fucks you instead. plus, why would waste cum when he can dump it in you? his mind gets full of ideas, but when he’s standing beside the bed his heart goes soft. he picks up the note again, rereading it.

he flips the paper over. ‘i have the day off tomorrow!’

could this get any more perfect?

zayne puts the note down back on the nightstand before turning his attention to you. he sat down, the mattress creaking under him as he brushed the hair away from your face. he’s so soft, gentle and domestic, as he leans down to kiss your cheek, catching a whiff of your shampoo.

you started to shift, mumbling incoherently before you stilled again, still asleep. zayne pulled back, letting one of his hands wander. he traced to smooth curve of your neck, drawing mindless shapes as his hands travelled further down. it finally settled on your waist, thumb rubbing back and forth on your silky, pliable skin.

it didn’t stay there for long, though—he couldn’t stop himself from exploring further. his hand goes further south, tracing the intricate details of the lacy panties you wore. eventually zayne’s hand is between your thighs, forefinger swiping across your slit-

but then he realizes that they’re crotchless.

you, his innocent devoted girlfriend, bought crotchless lingerie.

dirty girl!

he couldn’t help but to smirk, his face heating up at the discovery.

he quickly bring his hand to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring fingers. his hand returned to you cunt, teasing and spreading you open. you may be asleep, but he could feel the way your body reacted to his touch.

“zayne,” he caught his name amidst your slumberous mumbling. it caused his smile to grow.

slowly, carefully, he could feel you getting wetter and wetter. his fingers traveled upwards towards your clit, not quite touching. he circled his finger around it, mindful of not applying direct pressure but still aware of how the muscles of your thighs twitched when he brushed against it.

even in your sleep, you’re so reactive to him.

zayne’s skilled fingers made their way back to you slit, prodding at your entrance before pushing in. of course he caught the way your walls happily welcomed him in, fluttering and throbbing like it’s been ages since they’ve had any attention. his fingers scissored and thrusted inside you, stretching you out to take his painfully hard cock. he fisted himself with his free hand, eyes blissfully closed and head thrown back as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. the towel he wore was long forgotten on the floor, but he couldn’t care less right now—not when he had you all to himself after god knows how long.

your mindless whimpers were music to his ears, a sound he’d never tire from hearing. he felt your velvet walls fluttering and throbbing around his fingers, and combined with the way your thighs quivered and spasmed, he knew you were close. you arms tightened around his pillow and you buried your face further into it, shoulder rising and falling faster as your breathing picked up.

“mm-mmh,” your hums and whimpers filled the room, along with the squelches of your wetness against his fingers. with a hitched breath and a soft pant, you came undone around his fingers, cunt wildly throbbing around zayne’s digits.

he eased you through your orgasm, slowing down his fingers with a subtle smile on his lips. he withdrew them, leaving your puckering hole trying to clench around nothing as he brought his fingers to his mouth. zayne hummed at the taste of your sweetness, licking his fingers clean of your juices. he knew it was lewd. he just made you come while you’re asleep! but he just couldn’t resist; why would he waste a delicacy like this?

he stopped pumping himself—hard, fat cock resting against his stomach as he let himself go. with prominent veins and an angry tip, he was aching to finally be inside you. zayne grabbed a pillow, settling it so it was under your hips before he moved so he was on top of you, seamlessly slipping inside your heat and bottoming out into a prone bone.

you shifted under him, a looong whine leaving your throat when he pushed himself in. he waited until you settled to move again, slowly pulling himself out before gently pushing back in. he continued his slow, unhurried pace as he noticed you waking up from your slumber.

“zay- hah,” your voice was meek, quiet, riddled with sleep. “zayne,” you almost whined, tired tone taking over as mewls continued to leave you.

“good morning, sleeping beauty.” he whispered into your ear, leaning down to place a kiss on your trapezius. “sleep well?”

“mmhmmm,” you hummed dreamily, hiding the growing smile on your face by hiding your face in the pillow. “oh!”

“i apologize for being late,” zayne continued to sweetly talk to you, keeping his tempo slow and controlled. “there was an emergency surgery—you know how that goes.”

you hummed once more, only half paying attention to what your boyfriend was saying. your mind was more pre occupied with how he was making love to you. “‘s okay,” your words slurred, still quiet as you arms stayed wrapped about his pillow. “big fancy surgeon stuff.”

“mm, exactly.” he nosed where your neck and shoulder met, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash. he let his eyes close, pace speeding up just a crumb. he let his lips linger on your skin, pressing his words into you. “i love you.”

“i- mmh, love you too.”

he smiled, one hand gliding down to you waist. “i like these,” he pulled at the waistband and let go of it, causing it to hit your skin with a smack! “did you get them while you were away?”

you hummed again, nodding. still too sleepy to form full, coherent sentences.

“words, sweetheart,” he grunted, a particularly hard thrust eliciting a moan from the both of you. “i need words. use them.”

“y-yes,” you replied quietly, eyes closed as your fingers curled against the pillow. “knew you liked the colour, so i- mm, got a pair.”

“they’re crotchless,” he smirked against your skin, eyes opening slightly to watch your expression. “dirty girl.”

zayne could see the way your cheeks grew rosier, matching the lingerie that garnished your body. “aw, are you shy, darling?”’

your whine of his name left him reeling. his pace sped up, the pap! pap! pap! of your skin drowning out your noises of pleasure.

“zayne!” you mewled with a gasp of his name, back arching deliciously against him. “hah- harder!”

“what’s the magic word, my love?”

“nnmh- please,” your face went deeper into the pillow, fingers gripping at the pillowcase helplessly.

he listened, humming contently as you did as he asked. “very good,”

your body rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts, sweet mewls trailing past your lips. zayne’s head was up in the stratosphere with how well you were taking him, velvety walls gripping onto him like a vice. he sped up his pace, one hand resting on your waist—pulling you down onto him—while the other stayed by your head, supporting himself.

you turned your head just slightly, looking over your shoulder at the doctor. you took in his drip-drip-dripping hair and the way the smell of his body wash was stronger, even if it was masked by the scent of sex. you concluded he must’ve just taken a shower. you were snapped out of your thoughts when the bulbous head of his cock bumped against your g-spot, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips. “hngh, zayne, there!”

“right—“ he grunted, biting his bottom lip in concentration. he thrusted again, hard, hitting the spot you wanted. “here?”

“yes!”

he chuckled at your earnest response, pushing his cock against that spot repeatedly. he looked down, watching the way he kept disappearing into you, mesmerized.

“atta girl, taking me so well.”

“theeere you go, just like that.”

you could feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that left your body tingling and buzzing with electricity. your noises became sharper, more needier, and he picked up on that almost immediately.

“wait, wait-“ zayne panted quickly pulling out. you clenched around nothing, whining at the feeling of being empty. “wanna see your face with you come, love.”

he flipped you around effortlessly, pillow still under your hips as he spread your legs. his cock easily found its way back into you, like coming home from a long day. your back arched at the new angle, lips parted and eyes closed as zayne cradled you head in his hands.

“so pretty f’me, darling,” he praised, hips moving again as he found his pace once more. he leaned down, capturing you lips a with his own, devouring your little noises.

your hands came up to touch him, raking through his hair, clawing at his shoulders, just trying to hold onto anything. “z-zayne, mmh, so- so close! keep going!”

one of his hands snaked down your body, past the valley between your breasts and down your stomach, index finger just ghosting past your clit. it was teasing, mischievous, and he knew it. smirking against your lips, he nibbled at them as you let out a needy and annoyed whine.

“hah-harder!”

he didn’t have to be told twice.

zayne pinched your swollen, puffy clit before he drew stars on it, observing with a watchful gaze as your body shook and spasmed. he couldn’t help the smirk that crawled onto his lips—he was the one making you feel this way. he’s the one that’s making you tremble beneath him, right on the brink of your orgasm. it was his name that sweetly fell from your lips like a mantra.

that gave him a bigger ego boost than it probably should’ve.

your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth. “so- so close-!”

“i know, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he cooed, his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. your thighs shuddered, chest heaving with your quick intakes of air.

you came with a cry of your lover’s name, back arching off the mattress as your legs grew numb. your walls pulsated are him, desperately trying to keep him in you. a few more thrusts and zayne came as well, head hanging above yours as he whispered sweet nothings. he stilled, making no movement to take himself out of you—just staying together in the most intimate way possible, coming down from your highs and breathing syncing up.

your eyelids flitted open, your hands coming up to cup zayne’s face. you pulled, bringing his head down to yours as you placed a sweet kiss onto his lips. “thank you,”

“mm,” he hummed, smiling against you as he placed another kiss onto you. “of course.”

he reluctantly pulled out, eyes flickering down to your poor, picking hole, oozing with the combined aftermath of your orgasms. zayne moved off the bed, quickly making his way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and running it under some warm water before he returned to you.

your eyes were closed, blissfully fucked out, legs still spread for him. a sigh escaped you as he ran the towel on your thighs before making his way between them, careful and delicate, like the gentleman he is.

after discarding the towel, he came back to you. the mattress dipped under his weight as he pulled you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head as his hands raked through your hair. you were already close to falling asleep, he could tell, and a small smile graced his lips. “i love you.”

“mmh, love you too.” you mumbled, pushing yourself further onto his body.

his eyes flickered to the bedside table again, where your pink fuzzy still rested. maybe he’ll use those next time, he thinks before joining you and falling asleep.

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tags: @envy-of-greed @sethell @doncbaguette @hirostrvw @naammiii

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[naammiii]

ZAYNE FIC RECS // mdni!

older bf - @/aomiiine

what’s mine - @/aeyumicore

doctor, doctor - @/tojicide

let me please you - @/romantichomicide95 (multi)

a routine checkup - @/sserpente

pretty wife, happy wife - @/chuluoyi

prescription for pleasure - @/unintentionalseductress

ride me baby - @/romantichomicide95 (multi)

do I look like I can work right now? - @/pearlymel

that one spot feels a little too good…! - @/misaamoure

ditch the condom - @/unintentionalseductress (multi)

the lady wife - @/chuluoyi

absolute zeal - @/pearlymel

misty invasion- hidden motive - @/aeyumicore

lessons - @/buckiverse

dawns first light - @/chuluoyi

over c*mming writers block - @/poisonf0rest

cock warming - @/loveritas

ah-ah-aphrodisiac?! - @/tbaluver (multi)

I could have you anytime - @/aomiiine

snowy serenity - @/aeyumicore

n1ghtyly !nject10n!! - @/jadestone2

birthday intimacy - @/aomiiine

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

[theboredzaika]

This is so cute what- 😭😭😭😭😭

MC braiding her hair

Zayne: Can I do it?

MC: Oh, sure. Here I'll teach you.

Zayne: Thank you.

MC: Are you practicing for our future daughter?

Zayne: No.

MC: ...then, for other girls?

Zayne: Yes.

MC: WHAT!?

Zayne: It's for the children in my hospital. Before surgery, I want to braid their hair. When you play with someone's hair, they tend to relax a bit. So I want to practice by braiding your hair first.

MC: Oh, Zaynie...

[ib: a tiktok I saw, they're sooo sweet!]

[bluemadnessstuff]

How LADS give backshots:

(I prolly suck at even DESCRIBING smut so eh)

Sylus: I hate to say it, but he's panting like a dying dog in your ear like crazy. He's *trying* to gave full control of himself but just can't. He presses his chest against your back and loses rythme when he's close, probably almost passed out when he came.

Zayne: oh I know they're some DEVILISH backshots. I think he'd only prefer to do them as punishment, pushing you into overstimulation and probably squirting. He will eat you out from the same position afterward, delivering a harsh smack to your ass if your knees give out.

Rafayel: he's passing out. Not almost. He's completely passing out when he comes. He's going slow and deep, trying his best to not lose control and just ram into you. The best aftercare <3

Xavier: based on all his previous cards, i know it's his favorite position >:) I'm going as far as saying he gives the BEST backshots out of all the LIs. He's going fast and deep, making you come with a minimal amount of thrusts, but he's not done honey so you're baring through his brutal pace :3c

Caleb: he talks you through it most, but also comes the fastest. But it's not his fault :< he's waited all those years, having nothing but his hand to suffice. Caleb still wants to please you so (if you're into it) he's pulling your hair, putting you in a Headlock, sucking at your neck. even if he came, he's waiting for YOU to come before he can take a break :> what a gentleman

[calebpups]

PAIRINGS. . . zayne x reader

CW. . . smut, stethoscope play (?)

his fingers were warm against your ribs.

“hold still,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper as he adjusted the stethoscope in his ears. the cold metal of the diaphragm pressed just beneath your left breast, and your breath caught—not from the chill, but from him. from the way his eyes burned into yours.

he was watching you like you were a specimen, like you were something he needed to understand.

you were already half-naked on his exam table—if you could even call it that. it looked more like a sleek bed now, sheets slightly rumpled from the way he’d been kissing you earlier. you hadn’t expected this when you came to see him. but you weren’t complaining.

zayne tilted his head slightly, listening. “your heart just skipped,” he said, lips curving into the faintest smile. “it always does when i touch you here.”

he dragged his knuckles lightly across your sternum. you swallowed.

“that’s not fair,” you whispered. “you’re making it happen.”

“yeah.”

he moved the stethoscope lower, over your belly, then to the inside of your thigh. the curve of the tubing dragged against your skin, smooth and deliberate. you tried not to squirm.

“your pulse is racing,” he said, a bit more breathless now. “just from that?”

his lips found your neck a moment later, hot and insistent, and the pressure between your legs sharpened. he was still listening—pressing the stethoscope right to the rapid throb of your femoral artery while his free hand slipped between your thighs. his touch was light. Too light.

you whined softly, hips lifting.

“you’re so sensitive tonight,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “are you embarrassed that i can hear it?”

your head dropped back. “zayne—”

“shh.” he kissed down your chest again, tongue flicking the underside of your breast while the stethoscope returned to your heart. “i want to know exactly what I do to you.”

when he finally slid into you—slow, deep, perfect—you moaned so loud he had to silence you with a kiss. he moved in long, deliberate thrusts, never breaking rhythm, one hand gripping your hip while the other kept the stethoscope pressed to your chest.

“i can feel you clench,” he growled softly. “and i can hear how hard your heart is trying to keep up.”

you were a mess beneath him—knees drawn up, arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips brushing his as you begged for more.

he gave it to you.

every sound you made. every flutter of your pulse. every tremble, gasp, soft moan—he devoured it all. like it was data.

and when you finally shattered, crying out his name, your heart thundering against his instrument, zayne smiled.

“there it is,” he whispered. “perfect.”

[lieran03]

When You Shatter A Glass

Love and Deepspace Fanfic

When you broke a glass by accident, what would be his reaction? And when he sees you scared, what will he say to you as a response?

Genre: fluff, comfort/no hurt Pairing: Zayne x fem!reader (usage of Snowflake as nickname) Words: 921 Warning: none!

Writing commission || Ko-fi || AO3 acc

Xavier's || Rafayel's || Sylus' || Caleb's

ENJOY~

Zayne’s hand movement above the keyboard stopped instantly the moment he heard something crash in his kitchen. To make sure he didn’t misheard it, Zayne started to look around, forgetting his report for a moment. There was no voice after the shattering sound. There was a slight panic inside of Zayne, thinking that his partner might have hurt herself after breaking something.

He couldn’t sit still and decided to go to the kitchen, making sure about the voice he heard. Even if he finds nothing strange, he can tell a lie and say he just wanted to refill his drink. If something really happened to his partner, he would feel bad. He was supposed to eat dinner outside with her, and yet he was stuck with his document that he had to cancel the plan.

As a good partner, she kept saying that she would cook for him while he could work on his document. When he was already done with it, they could enjoy their food together. Yet, when Zayne finally arrived at the kitchen, the food was half cooked, but what gained his attention was his partner, squatting down with a trembling hand and reaching for something clear on the floor.

“Do not touch it.” Zayne’s words were urgent, he didn’t shout, but he was firm. His sudden voice alerted the girl, almost making her tumbling. With a frown on his forehead, Zayne walks closer to her, pulling her hand until she stands up. “Stay away from it. You will hurt yourself.”

“Zayne! I’m … I’m sorry, I should have prepared dinner for you, but I ….”

This time, Zayne has a frown with a confused look. “What …? Why are you … enough with that. Let’s clean this mess first.”

Zayne put both of his hands on her hips before lifting her, letting her sit on the countertop. It took only minutes for him to finish cleaning everything, now putting his whole attention to his partner. He could see how she was sitting in silence, hands trembling and her eyes wandering everywhere but his face.

“Snowflake, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry, Zayne. I didn’t know that the bowl would be hot and … and it slipped from my hand that it fell.”

“Are you hurt?” Zayne’s tone once again sounded assertive, showing that he controlled the conversation. She’s not in her right mind, that’s why he needs to be the one to ground her. Noticing that she still couldn’t get an answer out of herself, Zayne caressed her cheek. “Snowflake, did you hurt yourself?”

“N-no? B-but I … I broke your glass … your bowl.”

“And that can be replaced. Let me see your hand.” Zayne took both of her hands before using his evol, making sure that the flaming bowl didn’t hurt her hand. “Now, did you step on it? Or did the shard get into you? You can tell me, honestly.”

It was silent for a few moments. She didn’t have the courage to speak, nor she could think of an answer. Why was Zayne not mad at her? Why is Zayne so gentle with her? She just did something unforgiven, so why would Zayne be so calm? Or did he hide his anger inside? Wouldn’t it be better for him to be mad already?

“I’m not mad at you, and I didn’t think getting mad at you was the right thing too. It’s only a bowl, what is important to me is that you didn’t hurt yourself. So, please, would you tell me, Snowflake, did you get hurt?”

“No …,” she whispered before her head was put on Zayne’s shoulder.

“Then, that’s good,” Zayne also whispered, this time his tone was gentler than before. He was glad that she was not hurt, and he also felt bad for talking the way he was before. “I’m sorry, Snowflake. My tone must have alerted you. I shouldn’t have done it to you.”

“It should be me who says sorry to you. Not you saying sorry to me.”

“You know,” Zayne started, cupping her cheeks before playing with her hair. His action left her body to relax, feeling better already. “I didn’t know what happened to you, and I won’t ask if you didn’t want to explain what happened before. But, the next time something like this happens again, please tell me, okay? Call me, shout my name from where you are and don’t move. All that matters for me is that you’re left unhurt.”

“Are you really not mad I break your bowl?”

“Of course not. Especially, when you just want to cook for me. I’m more than happy … glad even that you go out of your way to do that for me.”

“I will be more careful in the future.”

Zayne nodded and gave the sweetest smile he could give. “Be more careful for yourself, yes. That’s what you need to do. Now, what do you say about cooking together with me? We can finish it together, not because I didn’t trust you. My work is almost done, and I could get some rest first before I continue doing it.”

“That sounds good.”

The smile on her face made Zayne feel relief. He might not know the real reason for her being so scared before, and he will not dig into it until she’s ready to tell him. However, he will be with her whenever she needs to, making sure that she doesn’t look down on herself whenever something bad happens.

[cherimoyatea]

Touring in love - Hearty Journey 💕

[oceanicfishies]

Zayne that is always busy and somehow is also capable of asking “have you eaten yet?”, notices if mc hasn’t slept 8h yet, and overall is an amazing man

[rafayelscutiee]

HELP ME LMFAOOO

[muqingslover]

here I am thinking about goofy/strange habits each lads LI have when the two of you share a bed.

First and foremost he is getting in bed with you no matter what.

If you're on the couch then he WILL find a way to fit and snuggle with you it's like cats are liquid theory.

Xavier likes to slip his hands under your clothes to feel your warmth directly.

He'd lay his hand flat against your tummy and let his thumb gently brush the soft skin while he relaxed.

The real problem is that, in more than one occasion, you wake up with his hands on your boobs.

Be it small, medium sized or big, he doesn't care. He is not doing anything just holding them for some reason while fast asleep.

He likes to sniff you like a dog.

Sylus will pull you close against his chest after getting in bed and then he just sniff sniff

You told him multiple times to stop that but he can't help himself. I mean, what you don't know can't hurt you, right?

He finds comfort in your scent. It's specific to you and he absolutely loves it.

Even more so after you use his bath products so you start smelling like him and that makes him feel all fuzzy.

He will nibble on you like you're his personal chew toy. Don't freak out when you find red spots and teeth marks all over your skin the next day.

At times you may also find yourself being crushed to death by his very large and very heavy body. Don't worry though, just tap him a few times and he'll roll off of you.

In conclusion, Sylus is a very big dog with wings.

This guy has a HANDFUL of bad habits like I could make a post just for him.

One of them is that he watches you sleep. And I mean watch.

The entire time he's so focused on your slumbering form that you'd think he was watching the most entertaining TV show in the world.

You have mini heart attacks whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and see him just....looming over you like a sleep paralysis demon.

You definitely socked him in the face by reflex once or twice. He's fine, he dodged it anyway.

It's not nearly as bad as to when the neighbors came to check in after you screamed bloody murder.

Additionally, Caleb takes pictures of you and has you losing hairs because he refuses to delete them

"Oh c'mon! You look sooo cute!"

Do yourself a favor and dose his drink so he'll leave you alone for the night./hj

This guy is the worst roommate ever.

Just kidding I love him.

He is very annoying though because his bad habit is to wake you up.

If he can't sleep then he's making it everybody's problem, including you.

He will hold your nose or be purposely loud so you wake up and then give him you the most fake nonchalant "Oh, did I disturb your afternoon nap?" "...It's 2 in the morning." "Well, since we're both awake now anyway—"

Literally not a single peaceful night of sleep unless he's asleep as well. It's like having a toddler.

My suggestion? Lock him in the bathroom while he's in the bathtub and enjoy your beauty sleep. You have at least four hours before he notices.

He has no bad habits.

He will let you sleep as he should and just makes sure you're tucked in and comfortable. Top tier gentleman.

If I was to pick one is the fact he sleeps like a statue and scares the life out of you because of how stiff he is.

He sleeps on his back like a mummy and doesn't move at all throughout the night.

It's similar to when cats fall deep asleep and you can't wake them up so you think they're dead.

Just make sure he's breathing and bring him in to cuddle and everything's gonna be fine.

[xinnn6]

I love it when the LOML just:

as a zayne and sylus girlie, I AM THRIVING

[savyindeepspace]

Dr. Zayne Li’s side hustle is modeling 📸

Magazine cover made by me

[astras-ender]

i just know zayne "mc's personal rocking chair" li just fell to his knees somewhere

[lovecraftiancicada]

He texts like how my profs answer emails

[bluemadnessstuff]

Special things I thing LAD men are attracted to <3

All cutsy type, no horny

Zayne: lips, he likes watching you talk, chew, apply lipstick/lip balm. His favorite part in your face <3, he loves to just admire it, kissing it even more. If you visit him at work, get ready for a quick make-out sesh :3

Rafayel: hands, he'd buy rings and bracelets all the time for you. Caressing your hand whenever his own are free, he NEEDSS to hold your hand if you're walking outside, sleeping or cuddling. Holding his beloved bride's hand is his favorite part of the day :)

Xavier: Tummy <3, hear me out on this: xavier likes chubby and fat girls. Laying on your stomach and caressing it, squeezing and biting, even kneading it! He has slept on it before, will sleep on it again. Probably was one of the best naps of his life

Sylus: eyes. By now alot of us noticed that he likes eye contact, but even if you're not looking at him he will admire your eyes. He has a photo of them on his phone and throughout the day he takes it out just to admire it. Sometimes when cuddling you just hold eye contact for a few minutes in silence since he likes it so much >///< (author gets flustered by eye contact very easily)

Caleb: your back. He likes it. He loves the front even more, but something about your back drives him crazy. He'd offer to massage your back at any given chance, he likes hugging you from behind, he likes running his hand over each swell and dip of your back. If your sleeping or cuddling, his hand is mindlessly running up and down your spine as if trying to memorize it

[colonelkaboom]

COOLING TOUCHES

❥ First time wearing his clothes

Xavier・Sylus・Caleb (coming soon)・Rafayel (coming soon)

✎ AN: Just a cute-ish afternoon with Zayne where he takes care of you after a long day. Reader is referred to as MC.  Word count: 1.9 k Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee these are 100% compatible with the story and lore, I don’t have all cards and my memory only stretches so far.

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❥ Zayne: The summer sun was scorching hot, even as it was slowly starting to set. You and Tara had spent the afternoon and early evening hanging out in the park chatting and swimming in the lake. It was great, but you were both ready to get out of the sun and take a nap. You said your goodbyes and Tara had walked off in the opposite direction. 

Loud laughters and the splash of water catches your attention. Kids having a water balloon fight on a patch of grass next to the sidewalk. You smile at the pure joy radiating from their faces, thinking back to having water balloon fights with Zayne and Caleb when you were kids. They always let you win and seemed to have an agreement to only fight for second place. And fight they did. 

Your mind wandered back to the young boys that made your childhood and you seemed to have longed for it so strongly that you somehow summoned one of them to appear before you. Dressed in his usual all black attire, even on a day like this one. Matching black sunglasses resting on his nose. 

“Zayne, hi!” You smile as you move closer to his dark figure. 

“MC, what are you doing here?” He replies in his usual monotone voice with any emotion hidden from anyone who doesn’t know him. But you know him well enough to tell that you appearing before him is a pleasant surprise. 

“I was at the park with a friend, I’m on my way home now.”

“Have you been in the sun all day? I hope you both remembered to keep hydrated?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at his question. Sometimes when he makes comments like that you can’t tell if he says it as a friend who cares for you, or as a Doctor ordering you to obey. One is slightly more palatable than the other. 

There is no time for you to come up with some sassy response as you suddenly feel the sting of plastic breaking against the skin of your chest and cold water gushing out over your sundress. Some of it splashes onto Zayne, but you definitely took the brunt of it. Your chest rises and falls quickly to the sudden shock of the cold water.

“We’re so sorry Miss, it was an accident!” A young boy runs over to you with a shameful look on his face. 

“It’s OK, accidents happen.” You give him the most convincing smile you can muster as you watch the child scramble back to his friends seemingly forgetting about you. 

“I should talk to them, such carelessness.” Zayne declares, frustration clear in his tone. He turns his body toward the children but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Don’t, he didn’t mean to. I’m fine. We were all kids once, or, at least most of us were but if my memory serves me right you were practically an adult before you turned twelve.” You smirk up at him as his gaze returns to you.

“Don’t mock, it’s rude.” He gives you a stern look, but the little smile hiding on his lips does not go unnoticed.

“Besides, I had to be an adult in order to keep the unruly children in the neighbourhood in line.”

“Are you referring to me and Caleb?” You laugh. His expression seemed to have a less than positive reaction to the sound of his former best friend's name. It saddened you greatly that the two boys grew apart, and neither of them had ever wanted to admit the reason why. You just remember Zayne slowly pulling away from you and then disappearing to go to medical school in his early teens.

“You shouldn’t be out here in a wet dress with the sun setting, you’ll get cold. Why don’t you come inside and I’ll dry your dress.” He casually questioned, as if he didn’t just ask you to go home with him and strip. You bit your bottom lip, hiding a giggle as you waited for his mind to catch up to the words his mouth just uttered.

“There is no need to be so crude MC, I will of course lend you something else to wear.” You huff out a sigh of disappointment as he kept his stoic front without any hint of flusteredness. You turn on your heel and follow him down the path leading to his apartment. 

The elevator takes you to his floor and he unlocks the door allowing you access first. You walk in and take in your surroundings. It looks exactly like you pictured Zayne’s apartment. Clean, tidy, practical. The large windows facing the sunset turn the room into a marbled lightshow of orange and pink. 

Zayne has already disappeared into his bedroom and is rummaging through his closet for something you can borrow. You carefully follow him and lean on the doorframe looking into his bedroom. You make a shocking discovery, his bed has not been made! Half of it is immaculate, ofcourse, but the other half has definitely seen better days. 

Zayne emerges from the closet seemingly caught off guard by your presence. He clears his throat before moving toward you and nudging your body out of his room. A part of you felt bad for invading his personal space, but another part of you loved ruffling his feathers. If only you knew that he liked that too.

“It is certainly not the most fashionable ensemble, but I don’t think I will be able to find any alternatives that will fit you better.” He says as he hands you a stack of folded black clothing. You have no idea what he has given you and the lack of color makes the garments hard to make out in the dim light. He ushers you toward the bathroom and you hastily obey.

Whilst your eyes get used to the bright indoor lighting, you quickly slip out of your dress and unclasp your bra which had absorbed a great deal of water too. A gentle knock on the door catches your attention.

“Yes?” You question.

“If you pass me your dress I’ll get it drying right away.” His voice is slightly muffled behind the closed door, but you can hear him and you know he’s leaning right up against it. You gather your clothes in your hand, making sure your bra is in plain sight, and open the door just enough for your arm to reach through.

“Thank you!” You call out from behind the door before closing it again, returning your attention to the outfit Zayne put together for you. I wish I could see his face right now… 

The first item is a pair of gym shorts with a drawstring at the waist. You pull them on and laugh at the sight. Even with the drawstring neatly tied in a bow, they hang quite low on your hips. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and notice how red you are. Sunburned. Everywhere. A stark contrast to where the straps of your dress had protected you. Even worse was the bright red circle on your chest where the balloon had hit your already sensitive skin. It stung, quite badly. 

You reach for the next item of clothing and recognize it right away, it’s one of his iconic black shirts, like the one he’s wearing today. How many of these does he have? You carefully pull the shirt up your arms, one at a time, before gently rolling the sleeves up. You begin to button the shirt but leave a few open at the top, not to reveal anything, but to ask Dr. Zayne for something to ease the burning sensation consuming your body. 

“Um, Zayne?” Your voice is soft and uncertain as you emerge from the bathroom. In a flash he’s standing in front of you ready to give you whatever you need. 

“What is -” He starts, but after a quick glance of your bright pink skin, questions are no longer necessary. 

“You didn’t wear sunscreen?” He utters quickly before disappearing into his bedroom again.

“I did, I swear! But I guess I didn’t wear enough…” You’ve lost this time, the Doctor will defeat you in this battle as you have no valid arguments to defend yourself with.

“Here. Change. I won’t look.” He says as he pushes another item of clothing into your grasp. This one is softer and a nice pale blue color. “I’m going to find some aloe vera gel.” Zayne goes into the bathroom and nudges the door behind him so his line of sight is blocked. You turn you back to the bathroom door and switch to the soft blue v-neck. The material is much gentler on your sore body.

“You can get comfortable on the couch, I will be with you in a moment” He announces as he moves past you toward the kitchen. It’s like being at Akso Hospital awaiting your next appointment with Dr. Zayne. He’s moving with such speed and determination, you’re just sunburned, it’s not like you’re dying and he needs to prepare for emergency surgery. You do as you’re told, and sit on the couch tucking one leg up under your body whilst keeping the other firmly planted on the floor. 

Zayne returned carrying aloe vera gel, a moist towel and a large glass of water. After carefully placing it all on the coffee table he feels the skin of your neck with the back of his hand. You catch yourself leaning into his touch before his fingers disappear from your sensitive skin. Too quickly… He reaches for the towel and takes his time before positioning it around your neck, draping it gently over your shoulders. It is surprisingly cold and soothes instantly. You feel your eyes getting heavy and a headache brewing as the overexposure to the sun is finally catching up with you. 

Zayne reaches for your bag and grabs the claw clip attached to its strap. He gathers your hair to the best of his ability before flinging it into something vaguely reminiscent of a bun and secures it with the clip. He wished he could enjoy this moment more, the sight of you in his clothes was truly a mesmerizing sight. However your blatant discomfort was gnawing at him, bringing out his professional side rather than his personal one. He loved being able to care for you in this way though, rather than the regular tests and examinations at the hospital. This certainly felt more intimate. 

“Would you like me to apply the gel for you?” He offers sincerely. The suggestion catches you off guard and you can’t help but blush. Whose feathers are ruffled now? 

“Uh- N-no thanks, I got it.” You stutter whilst sitting up slightly and begin working the gel into your pulsating skin. You’re starting to feel quite embarrassed about the whole situation. You’re sitting on Zayne’s couch, burned to a crisp, wearing his clothes, rubbing aloe vera gel on yourself whilst he watches. 

“I’m sorry about this, Zayne, I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening.” 

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad we bumped into each other, otherwise you’d be on your own to deal with this. I became a Doctor for a reason, you know.”

“To help people?” You question.

“Yes, to help people…” he sighs as he adjusts the towel around your neck.

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✎ AN: Hopefully you're not as traumatised by bad sunburns as I am. At the ripe old age of (almost) 28 I have officially created my first ever Tumblr post, yikes. Fingers crossed I'm doing everything I'm supposed to and that the right people find this post. English is not my first language, so I hope you'll cut me some slack.

- Colonel Kaboom