LaDs pairings and my personal headcanons on their dynamics
Warning, this post contains: threesomes, polyamorous relationships, male x male x female dynamics, mentions of dom/sub play and dynamics.
A/N: just a silly little post about the various love and deepspace pairings and what I headcanon their throuple / threesome dynamic to be like :3 also this looks way better on mobile than desktop so forgive me for my aesthetic needs lmfaoooo
Xavier x Rafayel x Reader (StarFish)
Cutest name among the pairings first of all
Possibly controversial but I think Rafayel mainly tops in this dynamic… here me out
Xavier is a freak in the sheets but compared to Rafayel? He’s very mellow. He’s so focused on you and your needs that he can drown out some of Rafayel’s antics when getting down to it.
It’s not until Xavier snaps that Rafayel is the center of attention. You and Xavier team up to put the brat of your trio in his rightful place.
Not saying Rafayel loves it… but he loves it.
Xavier x Zayne x Reader (StarSnow)
The silent but deadly duo (lmfao)
I think these two are fighting for dominance while also being civil about it? Taking turns if you will.
In this trio, you are definitely the sub with your two doms. Very little room for switching imo
It’s very rare that you get a chance to top either of them, the two of them always being two steps ahead and getting you railed until you can’t see straight.
Xavier x Sylus x Reader (StarCrow)
Prepare to never feel your legs again.
You are once again the sub in this pairing, but with some free reigns thanks to Sylus
You and Sylus like to team up on Xavier, making the prince of Philos see the stars in which he came from by the time the two of you are done with him
Xavier and Sylus have…wrestled… much to your amusement but Sylus typically always comes out on top. Mostly thanks to his evol and size. Not that Xavier is complaining… he secretly enjoys it.
Xavier x Caleb x Reader (StarApple)
They bicker all the time, they’re always fighting for your attention.
They’re both headstrong, needing to be in control and both equally as obsessed with your pleasure.
Someway, somehow, Caleb manages to get Xavier to give up — his evol held he man down — and you had a time riding him until he was a sobbing mess
Caleb would let the roles reverse willingly after seeing how much fun Xavier got to have being under you.
Rafayel x Zayne x Reader (SnowFish)
We’re looking at two bratty subs with their tamer
You and Rafayel are menaces when together, in and out of the bedroom. Poor Zayne (he fucking loves it)
A common position is you riding Rafayel within an inch of his life while Zayne holds you by your hair and helps himself to your… back door.
Roles have also been reversed, with Rafayel getting fucked senseless while trying not to slobber all over your pussy — and failing miserably in the process.
Rafayel x Sylus x Reader (CrowFish)
Sylus gets off watching you and Rafayel play.
He often partakes in the activities, don’t get me wrong, but he has a thing for watching you and Rafayel get each other off. The struggle of two switches trying not to fall into submissive tendencies… and failing. Cute.
Though, it’s not always the case, when Sylus is involved, Rafayel gets feral. You’re not leaving that bed with working legs… or any feeling in your lower half for that matter. It’s your turn to get fucked within an inch of your life and be pampered on for the coming days.
More than one bed has been replaced…
Rafayel x Caleb x Reader (AppleFish)
Kings of yearning…and stalking… and trying to act like they didn’t plot everything ever.
They initially hate each other, then they realize how likeminded they are and it’s game over for you.
They are torturing you low-key, expect to be tied up, edged until you're sobbing, and then overstimulated until you're begging them to stop. And, spoiler, they won't stop.
Evil ass dynamic for real, they feed off of each other's dramatics
Zayne x Sylus x Reader (SnowCrow)
Oh bitch. Maybe I'm biased (I am) but this combo is elite.
You've got three brat tamers who can all be brats. A group of switches if you will. Couple broken beds with Sylus and Raf? You're looking at multiple broken beds, couches, tables, chairs, fucking destroyed bathrooms, ruined carpets, you get the idea.
You are ruined every time, even if you're on top. You've gotta call out of work the next day, Zayne goes to work limping, Sylus is overly smug about the whole thing
You can plot against each other and still end up fucked stupid
Zayne x Caleb x Reader (SnowApple)
Zayne is putting y'all in your rightful places. Caleb thinks he has a shot at dominating Zayne and is sorely mistaken by the end of it. You really did try to warn him too, now he can't even walk.
Linkon's best surgeon has a time putting Linkon's best hunter and the Farspace Fleet's colonel in their places. Fucking them both to damn tears is is specialty.
We're looking at one dominant with two switches who lean towards bratty subs whether they want to or not
Punishments go crazy with this throuple
Sylus x Caleb x Reader (CrowApple)
You've never known Caleb to be shy until Sylus gets involved. Caleb couldn't stand him, Sylus found it utterly amusing. You? You just enjoyed the show.
Sylus forced Caleb to watch as he fucked you stupid, tears streaming down your face while he's balls deep and kissing you senseless. In the end, Caleb came untouched and realized that being a brat against Sylus would result in real punishment.
Even with his gravity evol, Caleb can't win against Bossman. And either way, you get to have the time of your life with both of your lovers trying - and failing - to work it out.
Either way, you'll be getting wrecked daily... multiple times.
𖹭.ᐟ | being a teachers pet isn't all that bad, especially when they're both soo hot!
synopsis: after completely blowing your exam in zayne's class, he decides to offer you extra guidance.. with the help of rafayel
a/n: snowfish has been stuck in my head because of a certain someone, and i knew i had to write based on this ..
a/n2: this took so long just for 1k words LOL - barely proofread
Forty out of a hundred.
You got a fucking forty. out of one. hundred.
Sure, you weren't paying attention whenever Zayne was in the front of the class, but it was his fault for being so distracting.
But it was his note next to the score that annoyed you.
Perhaps you need more thorough lessons after classes.. with another teacher involved to help explain it in a simpler way for you to understand.
Had he just indirectly called you stupid? And what other professor could help you? All you could think was that he would somehow bring his old professor, and what help would that be-
All your thoughts halted when you pushed open the door to his class, freezing as you saw who was in the room.
Zayne and Rafayel.
The two professors you had fantasized about since the day you saw them.
-
You don't exactly recall how you made it into this situation, your mind completely reduced to mush, but you didn't care.
Rafayel was at your front, his paintbrush brushing soft strokes against your bare neck and chest, while Zayne was at your back, his pen scratching faint traces of your muscles while murmuring your own body's anatomy.
Your panties were completely soaked. You wouldn't be surprised if you were leaking onto the precious wooden desk you were sitting on.
"..and this here is your multifidus. Got it?" As Zayne spoke, he ran the pen's tip up your spine, causing you to arch your back deliciously into Rafayel's lazy brushes.
"cutie, he asked you a question. You got it?" It wasn't like you could answer, with Zayne's cold fingers wrapped around your chin and his thumb tucked into your mouth, but the whimper at his direct tone still crept through.
You nodded, your gaze half-lidded as you met his eyes, your thighs growing slicker with each passing moment.
Rafayel hummed before tracing your chest, glancing up just in time to see the way your eyes fluttered sweetly as his ministrations.
"now what am I tracing? Come on, use that pretty brain of yours."
You could only moan around Zayne's thumb, leaning back into his pen-scratches as a way to avoid Rafayel's question. But much to your dismay, he took his thumb out of your mouth and paused in his work, leaving you no choice but to answer.
"my.. m-my boob?"
Rafayel scoffed, raising an eyebrow in amusement. it wasn't like you were wrong but he couldn't just let you go with such a poor answer.
"I can't believe you've taken Zayne's course when you can't even use the correct terms.. I would have even let you get away if you said your breasts."
Before you could understand rafayel's amusement, he suddenly slapped your clothed cunt, causing a high whine to slip past your lips, body jolting and your hips bucking back into his hand.
Rafayel cooed, pressing the palm of his hand into your cunt just to feel how wet you were.
"Zayne.. we've been neglecting our poor girl.. she's soaked."
You bit your lip to trap your sounds in, but your body was trembling with need, every brush of their hands seemed to burn into your skin.
Zayne hummed, his gaze meeting Rafayel's over your shoulder, where he had been resisting the urge to bite down on.
"I suppose we've been doing nothing but teasing her.. but she's learning, right?"
You nodded, leaning back onto Zayne's shoulder as your thighs parted instinctively when Rafayel lowered himself to his knees, his hands resting gently on your inner thighs before moving to take your panties off.
Whimpering at the sudden rush of cold to your already wet folds, you barely noticed that Zayne had crept his hand under your thigh, his fingers spreading you open.
You threaded your fingers through Rafayel's purple locks, your hips bucking to meet his face once his tongue started lapping at your juices like it was heavenly.
It was a shock how Rafayel could become this pussy drunk in less than five minutes, eating you out like it was his last meal, his tongue sliding through your folds effortlessly, your skirt draping over his head.
Zayne's fingers started circling your clit, peppering kisses and bites over your neck and shoulder, his tongue licking stripes to cool each blossoming hickey.
"this here—mmph—is your labia majora." his voice was muffled as your thighs tensed and closed over his head.
You squirmed, your hands pushing his head further down into your pussy as your choked moans and whines echoed through the room.
"fuckk, raff- zayne! 's too muchh.." you whined, one hand in Rafayel's head while the other was tangled in Zayne's for some sense of stability.
Your thighs shook as you buried your head in Zayne's shoulder, the pleasure sending overwhelming shocks through your body with the combination of Zayne's fingers teasing you and Rafayel's mouth working wonders on your clit.
The filthy sounds of your slick and your moans filled the room, along with Rafayel's muffled murmuring and Zayne's sweet nothings.
Zayne's voice cut through your broken whines, his voice gentle next to your ear. "Close? You can come for us."
That was all you needed as you came on Zayne's fingers and Rafayel's face, still lapping at your juices like he couldn't get enough, his tongue moving up to circle your clit while Zayne's fingers went to scoop some of your release from your folds.
A broken cry left you as your body shook, still coming down from the high as they both worked until your body was limp, only trembling from the aftershocks as your hoarse whimpers quieted down.
Rafayel sat back on his knees, wiping the corners of his mouth as he watched Zayne move and hand you his waterbottle.
You caught your breath as Rafayel slipped your panties back on and rubbed his hands over your thighs, the gentleness a stark contrast to how hard you had just came.
After a small silence of Rafayel and Zayne cleaning you up (you hadn't even prepared for them doing that), your legs swung while you sat on his desk like you didn't have a care in the world.
"I'll fix your scoring." who knew Zayne was that easy-
"As long as you keep coming! Literally and figuratively." and.. after shutting up for the brief moment he ate you out, Rafayel was still annoying as ever. how did he even get a job at teaching?
But this could get normal.. you weren't complaining.
this took so long just for me not to do the idea justice ToT | please excuse any incorrect anatomy terms
Travelling with a 5 of the LADS men speedrun until I get more time to write:
- Xavier is ALWAYS napping on train/bus/car rides. Also the one looking up food spots and enjoys the streetfood.
- Zayne is the navigator + making sure no one dies of overheating, exhaustion and etc
- Rafayel is the experienced traveler just winging it. He knows all the best spots, souvenirs, attractions, etc etc. But his spontaneity + downright just wandering and not telling the others makes Zayne want to pop a blood vessel.
- Caleb is just happy to be along for the ride. He and MC probably didn't travel a lot, or at least to such faraway places. Gets along best w/ Raf for this very reason. Also the photographer stopping everyone every once in a while to take pictures. His favorite to take pics of is of course MC, but also Rafayel.
- Sylus is the one paying for everything ofc ofc. Anyone so much as glances at something he's buying it. Enjoys a lot of the scenery too + gets plenty of souvenirs with Zayne and MC drags him to get stuff for Luke and Kieran.
I think it's funny that in every poly fic I've read involving Zayne, the other LI(s) immediately, emphatically get why MC's attracted. "Oh. That man? That doctor on the spectrum? Well, obviously. Adonis. God on Earth. Bet his cock game goes crazy. Might go mad riding it."
It doesn't matter if they've boned yet. They just know it. It's always, "God, I bet he's massive," and never, "Eh, he's just some guy."
summary: zayne doesn't sleep with his patients. but one proves to be an exception.
cw: office sex, brat tamer/brat, degrading name calling ("whore" used once)
a/n: the other day, @gardenialily and i were talking about the least popular li x li pairing. i mentioned snowfish and well, the mind's eye was open. 😳 so a huge thank you to her for screaming with me AND editing this too, she's my saviour. i also want to thank @smiskit for reading it through as well and screaming with me too. 🥰
Do not sleep with your patients.
Zayne doesn't need to remind himself of this; he knows. It's the primary rule every HR department drills into their heads. It's a part of the Hippocratic Oath. An oath that all doctors, across earth and space, know not to tamper with.
They've seen the disastrous results that it leads to. It's never worth it in the long run, no matter how tempting it may look. Losing your medical license and the people's trust is too big of a con to even consider.
But Zayne never thought he'd come across someone like Rafayel.
Rafayel was different compared to his other patients. He was...intriguing, dressed in simple silhouettes that gracefully whispered wealth. He was bursting with life—with colour, his hands always stained with paint that never seemed to come off. His hands—painter's hands that delicately held brushes to create masterpieces. Unlike Zayne's that were rough and calloused from holding a scapel for the mountains of surgeries under his belt.
They were vastly different people with vastly different lives. No common interests held them together. Maybe a keenness for certain topics of conversation but nothing really amounted from them. It was a simple doctor-patient relationship that would never ripen into anything else.
Or, at least, that was what Zayne believed.
He watches, entranced, as Rafayel keens beneath him with a loud cry. He's splayed out over Zayne's examining table, the broad expanse of his back begging for Zayne's teeth as the muscles tense under pale skin. His slender waist fits perfectly in the wide grip of Zayne's hands. It makes him squeeze at it roughly, marveling at how it dimples against his fingers. His eyes slip down to the small of his back, past the adorable dimples his mouth aches to kiss before appreciating the plush swells of Rafayel's ass.
The flesh jiggles with every pounding thrust he gives, his cock stretching the rim of Rafayel's hole wide. Wide enough to have Rafayel whimpering, one of his hands shooting back to grasp at a cheek to spread himself open. Zayne chokes on a pant, his vision blurring a bit as his already mounting pleasure ruthlessly intensifies. The pull at Rafayel's cheek has him slipping deeper into that sweet, velvet heat and Zayne's breath shatters in his chest.
He didn't know how this happened, how he managed to slip up so badly.
The prospect of sleeping with a patient had never crossed his mind. Even when the opportunity presented itself multiple times. From single parents to dissatisfied couples who believed a night with him could fix their issues. It never proved a desire that needed resisting and Zayne was sure it would forever remain like that. But he never accounted for the day that Rafayel would walk into his office like a delicacy waiting to be devoured.
A fiery flame with soft hair coloured violet and the setting sun over blue oceans for his eyes. Admirably polite while hinting at playfulness, a twinkle in his gaze as he pulled Zayne into his orbit. He was chatty, larger than life and a wondrous force that laid Zayne to ruin each time. It didn't make Zayne react; he kept his bubbling interest sealed tight beneath the weight of professionalism.
But a slight crack in his shield had formed, the first sign of vulnerability. It had appeared suddenly, due to bi-monthly examination, where Zayne had told Rafayel to be consistent with his medication. He had expected the usual "yes, Dr. Zayne" but that never came. Instead, he had received an answer which heated his body and had made his heart skip far too many beats.
"And what if I don't?" Rafayel had said, honeyed voice purring. "Am I gonna get punished?"
The word had struck him like lighting, shocking him down to his bare bones. His eyes had widened slightly, his pen ceasing movement as he had stopped writing. He had paused for a second before his mildly shocked gaze had looked up to meet Rafayel's. Sunset eyes had stared back at him, lazily hooded as a content smile had curved those pretty pink lips. A gorgeous image that had made Zayne's body buzz with a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
"…You might," Zayne had said, voice slightly rough around its edges. It had gotten the reaction he knew he'd get—wide eyes, parted lips and a darling blush on the apple of Rafayel's cheeks.
That had been the moment where doctor and patient no longer existed.
"You're, haah, fucking me so—!" Rafayel cries out before Zayne's pushing his face into the examination table'scushioning. It's rough, meant to hurt but that's exactly what Rafayel wants. His sopping hole clenches ruthlessly around Zayne's pistoning cock as if trying to milk all that he has. "Nnngh, hah ah—"
"Moaning so loud like a whore," Zayne hisses, twisting Rafayel's hair tight between his fingers. He uses that grip to fuck in harder and deeper, until he feels there's nowhere left to go. Until he's hitting that sweet little spot in Rafayel's hole without even trying. "Can't even restrain yourself at the hospital, is that how much you needed me? How hungry you were for this?"
Rafayel barely manages a head shake, one side of his face smushed against the table's leather. He's already crying, tears rolling down his cheek to join the drool that falls from his open mouth. God, he's such a pathetic mess that Zayne feels his balls draw up tighter, the heated coil in his groin wanting to break.
"Use your words," Zayne commands lowly, leaning in close until his clothed chest is against Rafayel's naked, sweat-slicked back. "Answer me."
"I–I didn't—!" Rafayel tries but yelps when Zayne lands a harsh smack to his left cheek. He whimpers, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I don't need you," he pants, betraying his words as he fucks back into Zayne's thrusts. "I just, f-fuck yes, came here for my appoint—!" He scrambles when Zayne hefts one of his legs up onto the table, giving him the ability to sink so far in that Rafayel's eyes roll back.
"Still being a brat," Zayne pants, amused in his clouded pleasure. "When stuffed so full you're crying." He presses a deceptively soft kiss into Rafayel's silken hair. "You come into my office and act so desperate, as if you'd die if you didn't get a thick cock in you." Zayne shifts to hook his chin over Rafayel's blushing shoulder so he look at him. So he can see that adorable smushed face and the crossing of his eyes as the pleasure cruelly grabs him. "Being disrespectful to me and not minding your manners. You had be to punished, you know that."
"I…" Rafayel trails off, eyes fully rolling back when Zayne switches to dirty grinds, the mushroom tip of his cock firm against his prostate. There's a puddle of drool between the table and his flushed cheek, his entire expression screams fucking bliss and Zayne smirks. He shoves two thick fingers into Rafayel's slick mouth, groaning breathlessly when those plush lips wraps around them automatically.
There's about twenty minutes left of the appointment.
That's more than enough time to thoroughly put his the brat in his place.
SnowFish but it's Zayne telling Rafayel about all the hospital drama
Imagine they're both sitting next to eachother, Rafayel is drawing while Zayne is doing work on his laptop. They haven't said a word in several hours and that was okay. It was a comfortable silence, not an awkward one.
As Rafayel is perfecting the shading, sudden words from Zayne startle him so bad his pencil created jagged lines across the page.
"Two of my interns fought in the break room today."
"WHAT?!"
"Apparently they were dating the same doctor and had no idea. I fired all three of them. I have no time for such nonsense. It's not much of a loss though, they weren't very good." He nonchalantly sipped his coffee.
"Why didn't you tell me this?! You know I love drama!" The artist's mouth gaped open like a catfishes'.
"I forgot."
"YOU FOR-" He sighed and rubbed his temples, willfully choosing to ignore the slight devious smirk across his boyfriend's face. "You know what? Thanks for telling me babe."
