18+ LADS Girly || Zayne is my hubby || Sylus is my boyfie || Love and Deepspace || Anti AI 🚫|| MDNI 🔞||
Heya! Welcome to my love and deepspace blog :) I'll mostly be posting about my baby Zayne or sometimes Sylus whenever inspiration strikes or if I feel like fangirling over the gorgeous men!
features: priest!Zayne x demon!MC
wc: 1141
tags: angst, mentions of genitalia (nothing explicit - yet 👀), religion, blasphemy?, prayers?? is that a warning?? prolly should be tbh, minor edits only pls ignore any mistakes
A/N: I saw a post somewhere about priest!Zayne x demon!MC and I cannot find it for the life of me. Whoever you are, wherever you went, please know that you have inspired my first lads fic. Thank you.
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"Zayne..."
You smell the cold sweat that breaks out across his chest, hear the pulse that quickens at his throat. His visceral reaction sends a throbbing heat between your thighs. The ache there feels endless and insatiable, you know you can never quit. The void inside of you can only be filled by him, figuratively and literally. If only he knew the weight of the decisions you'd made and the truth you'd discovered on the other side.
The patterned bricks in his quarters are familiar. Many nights you'd laid here with him, dreaming of what could have been had life been different. Had he not made promises he no longer wished to keep. Zayne hasn't moved from his position in bed. Flat on his back, eyes squeezed shut, heart thudding in his chest. If you could hear his thoughts, it would be a chorus of pleas 'not again, not tonight, I can't keep doing this, please God'
Except ... You can hear his thoughts actually. Becoming an abomination had its perks. He wouldn't hold out much longer you hoped.
Your body melts into smoke, wafting across the cold stone floor to his bedside before returning to your corporeal form to straddle his hips. Your delicate hands graze the damp, heated skin of his bare chest. He knows well enough now that you come for him every night and yet he still sleeps shirtless.
"Zaaayne..." His name is but a breath passing your lips, warm air that settles across his chest.
He squeezes his eyes shut and begins to mutter a prayer, the same one as before. He begs the Lord for forgiveness, the same Lord that had stripped you of your humanity. The same Lord that threatens his, unbeknownst to him.
Count not my transgressions, but, rather, my tears of repentance.
Remember not my iniquities, but, more especially, my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against You
There's an ache in your chest, different than the one that had been stoked between your thighs. No, this one was colder, edged with pain and remorse. Zayne was well respected, pious, and truly believed in the Lord's Word... Or he had at one point. Something had changed over time. Perhaps his desire for you finally overwhelmed his desire for absolution.
That was, until you had been cursed. When you whispered his name one night, fanged, horned, and tail tapered to a point Zayne dropped to his knees. He began reciting the prayer of forgiveness, just like he was now.
Zayne laid stock still as you leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"Come with me, Zayne." You felt goosebumps ripple across his skin. "I need you."
"He won't save you. The Lord has already denied your salvation because of me. Please, Zayne-" your voice betrays you, hot tears sting the back of your eyes as guilt chokes you silently.
You weren't lying. The Lord had denied his salvation. In fact, you had learned He was as malicious as the testament had always said. As the flames of hell burned through your skin, as you breathed the hellfire reborn as an abomination at His order, He laughed.
You worry for him, yes? I don't save abominations. If you want to save him, he must agree to go with you willingly. Otherwise, he will die a sinner and you shall remain burdened and alone.
Perhaps it was selfish of you to beg him, to return every night wishing he'd give in to his desire. Little did he know, if he didn't then he would be subject to the very fate he fears.
A sinner's death was known to be far beyond painful, an eternity of your soul stoked by the flames of hellfire. At least becoming an abomination meant your soul would know some relief. Well, so long as Zayne agreed to come with you, you would. Otherwise it would be a long eternity for the both of you.
The crack in your voice had triggered a pause in his prayer. He took a deep breath, the tension in his brows easing as he opened his eyes and turned to you. A gentle finger rested below your chin, tilting you to face him. Zayne's hazel eyes scanned your features, noting the tears building behind your eyelids and the tight panicked line of your lips. Even in the shadows you could see the complicated mix of fear and adoration.
Zayne was always quiet. Deeply complex and thoughtful. It always seemed as though he knew you better than you knew yourself. When he studied you, it never felt threatening. It simply felt like being known.
"Please..." You whisper as you move your lips closer to his. "I need you, Zayne. One kiss and you can come with me, I promise."
Zayne watches your lips as you inch closer, your trembling fingers waiting for him to pull away.
"He has denied my salvation."
His tone is flat yet resolved, his eyes unreadable. He seems far away, perhaps deciding his own date in a single breath. "What is a God who denies salvation ... To a man who has already denied himself bliss." His clenched fist relaxes and finds the gentle curve of your hip. Your tail flicks in anticipation.
"You were in front of me the entire time. Human, beautiful, and sweet... But I said no, I had made a promise to Him. I did the right thing and yet he punishes me with a blessed new offering."
The hand once gentle on your hip now grips you tightly, pulling you closer to press your heated core against the thick outline of his cock. While he chose to forgo his sleep shirt, the thin, loose fitting pajama pants offered little protection on their own.
"Zayne, please..." You beg again, as a clawed finger tips grazes his cheek.
He leans into your palm, pressing a kiss to your ice cold flesh. "Take me with you."
Zayne's surrender is sweet, quiet, and quickly drowned out by your swift apology before you crash your lips into his. A sickening blue flame engulfs both of you, fire encases the bed and licking desperately at the brick walls of the cathedral. You kiss him through his transformation, when the flames ebb away you pull back, searching his eyes and promising you're here with him, you'll never leave.
Your lips remain locked as his skin burns cold, his nails become sharp, his eyes glow faintly. You only pull away when you feel the faintest prick of his fangs biting into your lip. As the flames recede, you search his eyes for regret. But you find none. Instead your receive the softest gaze and a quiet promise to never leave your side again.
Tears of relief spill from your eyes, hysterical sobs bubbling in the back of your throat.
“we can just stay in, blanket fort and all. no one needs to know.” with Zayne please? 🥺🥺🥺
Zayne being allowed to experience childhood whimsy? I'm on it, boss! o7
This ended up being the ADHD hurt/comfort I needed today 😭
Prompt from this list
First - Second - Third - Fourth LADs Masterlists
You're an adult. You have adult responsibilities. You have to go to the bank and the grocery store and the gas station. Not to mention all the work sitting on your desk
Yet here you are, stacking up pillows and draping blankets across chairs.
You're not sure what exactly prompted the idea. It could have been the rain pouring down outside. Or the fresh sheets warm from the dryer. Or even the childhood memories that feel so distant and so acute all at once.
Whatever did it, it had you immediately gathering every pillow and spare blanket in the house.
You lay out a blanket on the living room floor, coffee table pushed aside. Chairs from the dining room set up like walls, with pillows stacked up against them and a large blanket draped over them. The couch acts as a back wall, with more pillows piled on top of it for support. Any spare pillow, plush, and blanket gets shoved inside, where you form them all into a sort of nest.
By the time you've finished, the weight of all your responsibilities sinks in. You sit in the fort, feeling more guilty than before. Your chest aches with the knowledge that you still have so much to do and you've just wasted all this time not doing it. Not to mention the cleanup. And all your chores. And everything else that decides now is the perfect time to pile on to make you feel worse for doing anything that could bring you some joy and peace.
When the keys turn in the lock, you grab one of your plush snowmen and hide your face in its soft fabric. How can you bear to face Zayne, the king of steady focus and responsibility, like this? This is the man who graduated top of his class after skipping years of school, and became the youngest cardiac surgeon on top of it, plus all his awards and achievements! You couldn't even sit for two minutes to write one paragraph for work.
"Dear?"
His keys clink into the bowl by the door. His umbrella is set in the stand, coat hung up on a hanger, shoes exchanged for slippers. You listen to it all, counting down the steps it takes for him to cross over to your hiding place.
"My love, what's wrong?"
You peek out from the plush. Zayne's hair is lightly damp from the rain that got caught in the wind, sticking to his forehead. Little droplets gather on his glasses. His tie is skewed; soft slippers a heavy contrast to his work attire. He crouches down at the entrance, holding up the loose end of the blanket to peer in at you. His eyes flick over the plushies and pillows, but then they focus directly on you, your face, your body language, assessing the situation as best he can.
He waits so patiently. It only makes your admission harder, because you know you could do so much better. Work just as hard as he does, and come home with energy to spare.
"I didn't get any work done today..." you mutter, staring at the ground by his feet. It's easier than looking at his face. "Or anything that I needed to..."
He hums, thoughtful, neutral. He shifts in his spot. "What did you need to do today?"
You frown and hug the snowman tighter. "I needed to deposit a check at the bank and get stuff for dinner, and I needed to get gas; so we don't have anything to cook and I have to get gas tomorrow when it's going to be busy. And Nero needed my report on my last field mission, and Tara needed my help filing some stuff for her. But I didn't do any of it. I just stayed here all day, building this stupid fort..."
You drop the plush off to the side with a sigh. "I'll take it down."
He reaches out before you can. His hand wraps around your ankle, thumb stroking soothing shapes against your shin. "Leave it up. We can just stay in, blanket fort and all."
You finally look up at him, face contorted in a grimace. "But we don't have groceries," you rebut. "And if Tara finds out I didn't help her out because I was sitting in a blanket fort all day-"
"No one needs to know," he reassures with a soft chuckle. "I'll order some takeout and we can watch a movie. How does that sound?"
You stare at him. Take in the slight smile on his lips, and the gleam in his eyes behind his glasses. His skewed tie and slippers. His messy hair. Your partner, who just got home from working his ass off saving lives, giving you permission to rest. To stop beating yourself up.
Your eyes burn with unshed tears as you reach out to him. He responds without hesitation, crawling into the fort with you, crawling directly into your arms. He cradles the back of your head as you pull him close. Settles down on the blanket so he can wrap his arm around you in return. You can cry; you'll be safe in here, with him.
Snowcrow 🎧 NSFW audio~ well, I don’t know what are they doing, you need to use your imagination 😳 this one is so hard to put together, not many conversations, just… sounds like they are having fun together 🤪
So I kinda low-key feel like rafayel would have 2 girls and one boy his girls are polar opposites the older one is sweet cute and wearing all pink and is so soft and cuddly and the younger is so gothic and like aggressive ( not I a bad way ofc) and sarcastic and unserious like her dad. And the poor boy is the baby of the family gets most of mamas attention and three pouting babies are left staring at him ( rafayel and his daughters) :)))) and since I'm a snowfish girlie
I see zayne having a boy and a girl the older one is a boy who is exactly like his mother( a bit loud and moving too much like sonic ) and the little baby girl is the youngest and she is an angel like her papa zaynie 😭😭😭😭😭 help
I even think zayns girl would have such a crush on rafayels boy :)
oh, these are so cute! 🥹
LOVE the idea of raf having three children, all with distinct personalities that come together to create a chaotic, happy household! i can see the two daughters getting along pretty well, and they definitely like to decorate rafayel with stickers, hair ties, and maybe even some makeup. and of course, you tag along, because what's a better sight than your husband decorated in remnants of happiness? 🥹
i feel like the baby boy would grow up to be playful like his sisters, but also a little bit more serious. he'd get teased a lot for taking lots of your attention, but i feel like he'd grow up and join the "decorating rafayel" tradition too 🥰
zayne having two children that are polar opposites makes me giggle because the thought of him being sassy with the both of them is hilarious! his personality would clash with his son so much, filling the home with warm laughter and joy. i can imagine his son watching zayne cook some breakfast and telling him, "you have to make them perfect, papa!" and zayne being like, "nobody's perfect, my dear." his son follows up with, "but mama thinks you are!" making zayne smile.
he always knows how to make his father laugh, just like his mama.
his baby girl would be quieter than her brother, and oftentimes i think she would even scold him. "papa says don't do that!" is her go-to line when he's up to no good (eg. stealing a macaron from the dinner table). i think she and zayne would read lots of books together with zayne making little ice sculptures of their fav characters to keep her engaged. very, very cute 🥰
in the meantime, mama stands in front of them to act the story out. "mama! that's no penguin!" she says when you attempt to waddle, but she and zayne are laughing to tears. your son — her brother — comes to join in the fun, leaving the living room full of joy.
and omg, zayne's girl and raf's boy would be so sweet 🥰 i can imagine her telling her papa, "i like the boy with purple hair!" and zayne asking her, "the one who's always watching the fish in the fountains?"
this is the cutest thing! thank you for sending this in, and hey, if you ever want this to be a fic, let me know <333
The boys are matching today with the tiny little flower on their heads 🤭 Zayne and Sylus from my alt accounts are pretty much fully twinning with their outfits too! 😸
Here are my lads yumeship with the cutie patootie snowman!! ❄️💕
This lovely ship template is from @qintten , which can be found here:
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here's a cute little template you can use
More about my girls below the cut 💕
=> Lune (◍•ᴗ•◍)
She's my first ever MC from when I started the game back in 2024.
She is also slightly stoic and nerdy, hence a bit similar to Zayne himself.
Despite her loving Zayne, she is initially in denial and is unable to express her love openly.
She is absolutely obsessed with Zayne's intelligence and competence (and loves seeing him in scrubs 🤭)
She would fight him fr because of his winning streak in kitty cards 👊
She is pretty skilled in catching plushies, so Zayne mostly does the watching and cheering part (except for when she needs his evol powers to get any particularly difficult to catch plushies)
She usually is meticulous and plans out everything in advance but there are times when she decides to go YOLO 😂
She doesn't care much about getting hurt which kinda stresses out Zayne 🫣
She loves cooking for her loved ones.
She is a proud person and has high self esteem.
She is used to always shouldering responsibilities, but Zayne helps her to relax a bit and let her be cared for.
She does the same to Zayne as she knows how it is in his shoes.
She loves giving him some tender loving care every now and then.
Is comfortable with actions more than words.
She has to work on expressing herself better.
She dislikes small talk.
Is introverted and is a big homebody.
Zayne's cheeky brattiness comes out a lot when interacting with her for some reason 😂
She loves the feeling of being completely embraced by him during spooning or otherwise.
Loves to mess up and play with his soft fluffy hair.
Absolutely loves the cozy domesticity with Zayne.
Does not have a sweet tooth and hence slides most of her portion to him, or brings him little treats every now and then.
=> Roxanne (ʘᴗʘ✿)
She is my second MC from my alt account that I made during Misty Invasion banner.
She is a bubbly and outgoing person.
She is a ray of sunshine with her spontaneity and her little gremlin energy.
She is pretty clumsy on a daily basis (and it's not really the cute kind 🫠). So it's pretty common to see little scratches and cuts and bruises on her skin.
She absolutely loves rage baiting Zayne and teasing him every now and then.
She expresses her emotions very openly (except for some of her deeply buried insecurities).
She loves driving her motorbike.
She is very competitive during kitty cards and somehow manages to win quite often against him 😳
She loves little PDA like hugs or smooches.
She is an ADHD gremlin, her brain always going miles/min.
She always strives to not be a burden on her loved ones.
She loves yapping about the things she loves
Shd is really good at catching plushies too and hence Zayne mostly has the backseat.
She does have a slight sweet tooth (not as strong as Zayne's, he is a totally different beast 😂)
She loves daydreaming about random things.
She is not that great at cooking, but she can still make a few basics like rice and soup.
She always tries to be helpful to Zayne, even though she mostly hides this behind her usual bubbliness and spontaneity.
She loves exploring the world and seeing all the scenic places.
You're dripping water on the carpet of Zayne's office. He pauses by the coffee machine, where he'd been making you a cup of tea to fight off the almost definite cold you caught when you'd run over to Akso hospital in the pouring rain.
"What?" He's never looked quite so shocked, eyes wide with surprise as if the idea was so inconceivable. Funny, you thought it was obvious.
"I was going to wait to tell you. I-I figured maybe going on a date first would be better but then I was at work and I thought about it and I just couldn't believe that I was going to go even a second longer without ever telling you how hopelessly in love I am with you because-"
He's in front of you before you realize, his cool hands cupping your face. But before you can even process it, he's kissing you.
You've probably dreamed about kissing Zayne a hundred times. Still, nothing even comes close to the real thing.
It's hard to pull away, but when your lungs start to burn, you break contact just enough to take in some air. Neither of you move, lips still just a few centimeters apart.
"I thought that you..."
"I haven't shown it well, I know. I didn't want to burden you. In case you didn't feel the same." He murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek as if he can't quite believe it either.
"Say it?" You don't have to explain, or beg. Zayne hums, and after stealing another soft kiss, says the words you've waited years to hear.
Zayne x NonMc reader where Zayne’s back and neck are killing him after so many surgeries without rest. On one of Zayne’s rare day off’s, you have a stay at home date at his place, but you notice how he keeps stretching and cracking his back. When you ask him what’s wrong and he says it’s, ‘just a little back pain,’ you offer him to give him a massage.
Although a little hesitant at first, he eventually caves and accepts your offer. You get your lotion and essential oils and make him take off his shirt, laying on his stomach on his bed. As you straddle his lower back and begin to massage the knots out of his spine and neck, Zayne lets out sounds you didn’t even know he was capable of.
Meanwhile outside the door…
Caleb and Mc’s faces are filled with mortification as they cover their mouths with their hands.
“Harder…please…”
“Harder? Are you sure you can take it?”
“Yes, so just- hngh! Just like ah-that. Don’t stop.”
Caleb turns the door handle as he yanks the door open aggressively. “Alright, what the hell is going on in here?! Is Zayne getting-”
The both of you turn your heads at the same time.
“Geez, ever heard of knocking?” You tut as you continue to rub Zayne’s back.
“What are the two of you doing here?” His voice holds a bit of annoyance at the sudden intrusion.
“Uhhh…” Mc begins, “we were just-”
Zayne doesn’t let her finish. “It seems I not only need to change the passcode to my door, but get a ‘do not disturb’ sign to put on the handle as well. Since the both of you clearly don’t know what personal space means.” He scolds, but since you’re straddling his lower back, only you can see the way his ears have turned the same shade of pink as the macarons the two of you ate earlier after lunch.
You smile fondly as you massage a particular spot on his back, Zayne groaning as you continue to knead the knot out of his spine. “I think we’d appreciate it if you finish whatever business you came here for, if you came here for anything at all. We would like a little more privacy next time.
Caleb and Mc leave with their tails between their legs, both embarrassed and ashamed for assuming what wasn’t happening.
But hey, if you heard the way he was groaning and moaning, you would probably think the same too.
Lol I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, I just had to write it.😂
I see we goonected there 😂 Zayne whimpering, moaning and groaning beneath me gives me life so I absolutely love this! 🤭 Thank you so much @ladsimper for writing this!!
Out of options, you knock on his door.
“Sorry to bother you, but… I locked myself out and left my phone inside. Could you help me call maintenance?”
Zayne’s eyes flick briefly over your thin nightwear before he steps aside.
“Sure,” he says. “Step inside while I make the call.”
Prof. Zayne Li barely spoke to anyone in the visiting lecturers’ residence. Despite living next door to him for weeks during your temporary appointment at the university, your conversations had never gone beyond hallway greetings.
Yet somehow, after stepping outside to check on some students causing trouble in the middle of the night, you ended up inside his apartment.
“No one’s responding,” he says after ending the call. You barely process the words, too distracted by how muscular and hot he looks in grey sweatpants and a fitted black tank top.
It’s a sharp contrast to the formal clothes you usually see him in. His open notebook on the desk tells you he’d been working late before the noise interrupted him.
“You can wait here,” Zayne says when you don’t answer. “I’ll go. You shouldn’t walk across campus dressed like this.”
Before you can argue, he’s already gone.
It took Zayne 30 minutes to return, only to find you asleep on the couch. He cleared his throat loudly to wake you, causing you to wake up a little bit embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” he says.
“There’s still no one at reception. You might as well… stay here tonight.”
You thought about it for a moment and realized there wasn’t much you could do right now. Still, you couldn’t help noticing how Zayne kept avoiding your eyes.
“Thank you, but say… I know we’re not exactly close, but are you always this determined not to look at me? I won’t bite, you know,” you blurted out in frustration. Meanwhile, Zayne disappeared into the bedroom to grab another blanket. You follow after him, continuing to talk.
“You know… I’m genuinely grateful for your help, but could you maybe stop acting like I’m some huge inconvenience whenever you see me? Don’t worry, I’ll let you work or sleep or whatever you need to do.”
“I doubt it,” Zayne replies flatly. “Huh?”
“I haven’t slept properly in weeks thanks to your nightly activities,” he says, pushing a pillow into your arms.
“My nightly activit–” You freeze.
Oh god. Is he talking about that?
Your mind immediately jumps to your private moments with your buzzing little companion. His bedroom was right next to yours, after all. Then another realization hits you.
“Wait– hold on. Don’t act innocent,” you shoot back quickly.
“If you can hear me, then I can hear you too. For someone who barely speaks, your suppressed moans are surprisingly loud.”
Zayne’s ears turn red instantly. He clears his throat and avoids your gaze.
“I was referring to your late-night TV marathons,” he says, slightly losing his composure.
“If you want, I can spoil the ending. The plot is fairly predictable.”
Your face burns with embarrassment.
“However…” he continues after a pause, “…the other activity you mentioned doesn’t necessarily bother me. It’s a natural human desire and frankly, healthier than binge-watching trash TV.”
You stare at him for a second before another thought suddenly clicks into place.
“It’s not trash t– Wait… so you DO hear me?” you ask, heat rushing to your core.
“Then all those times I heard you at the same time too… I wasn’t imagining it?”
Zayne doesn’t respond. Your eyes widen.
“Hold on. Did you… purposely join in?”
A mischievous grin spreads across your face as realization sinks in.
“Oh my god. Is that why you’ve been avoiding my eyes this whole time? MY, MY… Prof. Zayne has the hots for me. If I’d known earlier…”
“Then what?”
The sudden confrontation catches you off guard. Zayne steps closer, causing you to fall back onto his bed.
“If you knew earlier…,” he says quietly, eyes finally locking onto yours, “…then what?”
You try to come up with another witty remark, but Zayne leans down just enough to hover over you, face inches aways from yours.
“Go on. Finish your sentence,” his voice teasing. Your teasing smile wavers as he leans closer, one hand grapping the sheets, wishing he would close the gap between you.
“Though, judging by the time…” his gaze flicks briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. “I’d say it’s time for our joint nightly routine.”
