#zayne fics

[alyakhq]

punishing zayne for raising his voice at you in an argument :D i think i might like submissive men lol — FIRST LIKER: @xtssy

“zayne, i’m not going to say it again—look at me.” you cooed, your hands still tugging on the collar around his neck, “or are you too pussy drunk?”

doctor zayne, the famous stern man, known for how strict he was, had his hands tied back behind his hands, a collar and leash around his neck. his tears running down his cheeks, his eyes red and pathetic, his chest falling and rising rapidly, “please—you…i-i can’t handle it, i’ve learnt my lesson o-okay? please?”

zayne begged, his whole body was shaking with pain. everytime you’d get him to that point of pleasure, your sweet pussy would moved away, his poor tummy aching to let go of that tight knot inside of him. your tight warm hole coming back onto his cock after he cried and begged, yet you didn’t listen!

his ears were as red as a tomato, his cheeks flushed and his body hot, warm. he had no control over his body or his mind, not able to manipulate his evol to cool his body down anymore. zayne tried that earlier, only to be punished more severely by you. squeezing his painful cock everytime he didn’t apologise properly.

“you know what i want to hear zayne,” your hand went back to his leash, pulling it to receive a moan, “aah! hah! please—i’m sorry i’m sorry, i’ll never ever—mhm!—raise my voice again…please, please, please…shit my cock, my love please, it’s sensitive—“

slap!

your hand slapped his face, his hissed only making you wetter. a red mark glistened in the area, your hand pulling his face back to face yours, “your cock? did you forget who you belong to?”

zayne took a deep breath, “sorry…it’s your cock, yours. i’m all yours, my whole body…everything is yours. honey please…? i’ll do anything, i can’t do it anymore.”

at that sentence, your hand went to the mattress and other held the leash. you bounced into his dick, riding him to the best you can, your pussy engulfing him with a warm slick, his eyes shutting quickly with pleasure, “aahh, oh gosh…i’m sensitive, my love…please have mercy!—“

“look into my eyes baby,” a gentle voice travelled to his head, his soft eyes opening and staring into you. gosh, he looked so beautiful, crying and begged. his tears still running down when you slammed your body down, “shh, relax,”

zayne tried to squirm away, shuffling up the headboard when your hand tugging on the leash, “did i say you can move?”

“…no, no you didn’t,” he whimpers, staring down at your hips, hypnotised by your skills, “but-but it’s too much…i can’t help myself,”

“too much? it’s too much for you? awhh, my zaynie, you’re so cute.” your hand pushed his hair would of his face, the soft locks falling down at every bounce.

his eyes travelled back to yours, before taking a deep breath, starting another begging session to cum. his poor tip was red with precum, twitching uncontrollably in your cunt. la

the whole room smelt of pure sex, zayne’s scent filling you with the urge to just fuck him more and more until he breaks, yet that was for another day.

zayne staring you in the eyes, whin in g and moaning before speaking, “…please let me cum..i’m sorry for raising my v-voice i shouldn’t have done that at a-all to y-you my love—please slow down…please slow down, i can’t…imm sorry okay? really sorry…i’ll be a good boy, i’ll be a good boy…please let me cum.”zayne ranted, feeling that sensation again.

his stomach began to feel weird, a sudden rush of pleasure instead of the normal gradual process. zayne’s head flew back, “oh—it’s feels weird baby…”

“don’t worry, it’ll feel really good soon zay,” your hands wiped at his tears, knowing what was gonna hellen. his hips twitched, squirming, “i’m gonna pee—wait honey, no no, baby i’m gonna—“

“you’re not gonna pee, i promise you baby. come back to me,” your hand ran a hand through his hair.

come back..come? cum?

the effect was instant, zayne’s dick shooting out likes of white cum into your pussy, his body thrusting upwards as he came into you, his moans louder than ever.

moving up, the rest of his cum splat onto your stomach, his body shaking as soon as it ended, you came right then, your cum mixing with his, your pussy slamming down at his dick once, twice thrice before you stopped moving.

zayne fought against the handcuffs, how did he manage to get overstimulated by edging? he didn’t even know where he was, what day it was, “oh…fuck, oh…i can’t think— i can’t see…i need a break please.”

you giggled, kissing his forehead, “yes my love, we’ll stop for the night.”

zayne caught his breath, still deep into the moment, his eyes still teary, tear marks down his cheeks.

“am i-i a good boy now?” zayne whimpered, staring up at you with fucked out eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“the best boy,” you kissed his forehead, rubbing his face with one hand, the other unlocking the handcuffs and letting him move freely.

zayne whimpered at the loss of the restriction yet his hands went straight to your body, hugging you tightly to hide his shy state. his head stuffed into your chest, whining. your hands went to his hair, your nails running through his scalp, soothing his nerves.

“my baby, let’s get you cleaned up.l

@ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)

[monocaelia]

apricity.

even if the sunlight filtering in through the window is warm, nothing beats the comforting embrace of your lover beside you; aka, mornings with the love interests. feat. caleb, rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne. genre : fluff note : can you tell what i desperately want to do with all of them lol anyways… waking up to a handsome and pretty boy what a dream.

❀ CALEB

the morning sun is barely peeking through the closed curtains of the bedroom you lay in. you can hear the faint chirping of birds as they too begin to rise from their slumber and begin their day. it’s cold in the room, a nice contrast from the warmth and comfort of the duvet you’re curled up in. the scent of fruit mixed with a masculine perfume fills your senses as you bury your head further into the blanket as you try to get back into the lull of sleep. you’ve had a long night, and with the promotional banquet lasting for so long, being awake at this hour was criminal.

but with the lack of another body in the bed to comfort you back to sleep, sleep slowly slips away from you and the ceiling is all you can focus on. with a heavy sigh, your body slowly slides off of the plush mattress and you begin your sluggish trek out of your lover’s bedroom in search of him.

the smell of breakfast is what attracts your attention as you enter the kitchen of caleb’s home. as you turn your head to the stove, the man of the hour is standing in front of it. there’s a pink frilly apron tied around his waist and from behind you could tell that his hair is a mess. honestly, this man’s sleeping habits haven’t changed a bit seeing how horrible his bed hair remained from the time you were both young. you feel a smile grow on your lips, heart warming at the sight of his familiar bed hair.

until caleb turns around and reveals the mess of yesterday on him.

along with the mess of hair on top of his head, lipstick marks are covering your lover nearly from head to toe as if some crazed lover attacked him last night. there were marks all over his face, his neck, even down his shoulders possibly, and his lips were smeared in the pigment that you’re well acquainted with. however, despite the mess on his skin, eyes of amethyst shine brightly seeing you stand in the kitchen doorway and his lips pull up into that boyish grin tat you’ve grown to love through all these years.

if anything, caleb looks like he’s proud wearing your lipstick all over his skin.

“good morning, shortstack! did you sleep well?” caleb asks with a wide grin. his eyes follow you as you make your way to him to get a closer look at the mess of hair and lipstick on his head. you feel his lips press onto your forehead as you get close enough to the taller air pilot.

“i think so,” you begin as you peer over the stove to peek at the breakfast he was preparing. “more importantly, did you sleep well? why didn’t you stop me?” you ask him. it’s clear you’re referencing the mess you’ve made of him, but caleb only gives you a pleased smile in response.

“i enjoyed the attention,” caleb says as he flips the sizzling omelette in the frying pan. “besides, it’s not everyday you come home so eager to shower me in affection.”

you sigh in response to your lover’s words. your hands raise up to hopefully flatten a strand of caleb’s hair that tries to defy the laws of gravity by sticking up and out of his head. as if reading your mind, caleb squats down just enough for your hands to reach where they need to and enjoying your touch in the process.

“you’re a mess, you know?” you murmur softly as your fingers stray from his hair and onto the skin of his cheek. your heart melts seeing your lover lean into your touch. but, before you could fully pull away from him caleb’s hand reaches for your own. his hand is much larger than yours, palm calloused and rough from years of training in the deepspace aviation administration, and pulls you closer to him. you hear the faint click of the stove turning off before you’re met face to face with the playful man in front of you.

“if you’re so bothered by it, why don’t i pay you back tenfold for what you did to me, pipsqueak?”

your lover ignores your pleas as he leans forward, pressing his lips all over your face and covering as much skin as he possibly could. your giggles echo in the kitchen as you beg for caleb to release you from this prison, but he’s much stronger than you and he’s relentless in his punishment to you. despite his body being rugged and big, suited for being the colonel of the farspace fleet, he holds you firmly against him but never enough to harm you. your lover lands a final, sloppy kiss on your cheek, releasing the kiss with an obnoxiously loud smooch as your laughter quietly dies down from his onslaught of affectionate attacks.

lavender eyes gaze into yours, taking in every inch of your face that he loves so much as the morning sun continues to fill his home with warmth. but nothing could ever compare to the love and warmth that caleb shares with you as he leans down once more to press his lips onto yours in a gentle kiss filled with nothing but the deep affection and adoration held for only you.

❀ RAFAYEL

the gentle warmth of the sun is beginning to rise over the horizon, showering the glistening waves in a golden hue. the crisp morning air flows through the cracked windows of your lover’s home and causes you to retreat deeper into the plush duvet of rafayel’s bed. the ocean air is cool and your body seeks the comfort and safety of the blanket wrapped around you. as the chill begins to seep through the cracks of the blanket and rouse you from your slumber, you feel the dip of the bed of another body joining you. your eyes crack open slightly and catch a blurry purple blob pull back the covers and a familiar warmth encase you.

the familiar scent of the sea breeze and clean laundry brings a sense of comfort to you and you automatically wrap your arms around your lover as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. it seems he stayed up a tad too late on his artistic endeavors and is only now going to bed just as the day is beginning. your fingers play with the ends of rafayel’s purple hair, twirling them around your finger as you gently massage his scalp.

“g’morning,” you mumble out sleepily. rafayel doesn’t say anything and responds with his nose nuzzling the side of your neck. you sigh sleepily and pull away from your lover for a brief moment to look at him.

through your half-asleep daze, you could see your purple haired lover looking at you with his beautiful azure-pink eyes. his gaze is as fiery as his evol, filled with passion and so many emotions that sometimes it's hard to read just exactly what he's thinking. as if on instinct, your hand finds its way to the side of rafayel's face and cups his jaw. your thumb rubs gently across his cheek and your heart flutters as the artist leans into your touch. soft, pillowy lips gently press against the sensitive skin of your palm, but his eyes never leave yours.

"go back to sleep, cutie. don't wake up so early because of me," rafayel whispers against your skin. his hand encases your own and he buries his face into your palm, indulging himself in the warmth and familiarity of your skin on his. he presses another kiss this time on your inner wrist before shifting so that he's eye to eye with you.

you can see the dark eye-bags beginning to form underneath your lover's eyes and your thumb gently caresses the skin.

"shouldn't i be telling you to sleep more?" you murmur as your eyes rake over his face. it's impossible to hide the furrow in your brow as you examine every inch of your lover's face for other signs of fatigue. "you know your life shortens when you sleep less, and you already get little to no sleep."

rafayel pauses slightly at your words before chuckling softly. the purple haired lemurian wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer into his embrace and closer to the eyes that have captivated you. he rests his forehead on yours, his warmth melting the coolness of the air around you as he encases you with nothing but the comfort of his body.

"there's nothing in the world that could take me from you, my beautiful love," rafayel whispers to you. he presses a simple, yet loving kiss to the top of your head before looking at you once more. there's a loving smile blooming on his rosy lips and an even more loving expression in his eyes as he affectionately brushes the skin of your cheek with his finger. "don't worry, for i'm yours to have. and i'm here resting with you now."

your lover's eyes show nothing but sincerity as he leans down to press the gentlest of kisses to you, your lips moving immediately to his act of love. despite the kiss being short, there was no hiding his deep adoration for you and the promise he'll keep of being by your side until the end of time. your hearts beat as one as the sound of the sea and the solace of each other's embrace quietly lulls the two of you back to sleep.

❀ SYLUS

dawn has not even broken through the horizon yet when you begin to stir from your sleep. even though exhaustion seeps through every single bone of your body, the quiet shuffling of clothes and the faint click of the door closing into place is enough to alert you that you’re no longer alone in the safety of your lover;s bedroom. although your eyesight is a blurred mess from waking up from your sleep, you know that whoever is in the room as of now is not a threat. if anything, you’re well aware of just who is in this room.

not that any person who poses as an actual threat to you would ever dare try to break into onychinus’ headquarters, let alone think about harming their leader’s one and only.

“good morning, kitten,” sylus’ voice is a calm whisper beside your ear, finger gently brushing away the hair that has fallen over your face. you can hear his deep chuckle, most likely at whatever expression you have in your half-asleep state, and shortly after his lips press against your forehead. “i didn’t mean to wake you up, dear. you should go back to sleep.”

your vision begins to clear as sleep is gradually blinked away from your eyes. your tall, silver haired lover is hovering above you with a soft smile; unbefitting of the leader of onychinus but absolutely expected as the one you hold closest to your heart. he looks haggard; eye bags heavy and dark underneath his beautiful ruby eyes. sylus must be exhausted having to work all through the night, but he tries to never show it in front of you even though you can always tell.

your hand reaches up to cup his jaw and, like a dragon obeying his beloved other half, obediently leans into your touch. the night must have been cool for his skin to be colder than your touch, or maybe it’s because you’ve been comfortably curled up in the thick duvet covering his bed. sylus sighs with closed eyes and only opens them once he’s satiated with your touch.

a calloused hand encases the hand over his jaw and ruby eyes stare directly into your own.

“i can’t. i have to get ready for work, anyways,” you murmur back to your lover. sylus frowns at your words. a finger gently pushes you forehead down when you try to sit up.

“and walk in with those eyebags? kitten, the organization would think you’re a wanderer if you walk in looking like that,” sylus quickly quips back at you. at his words, you send him a glare; of course, instead of being sweet to you in the morning and making sure you slept great your boyfriend decides to humble you. but… would he be sylus without a remark full of sass?

“stay in a while longer, it’s not like you’ll be reprimanded for coming in late this once,” sylus tells you with a playful smile. “besides, it’s not like you’re the only person coming in late all the time because they’re busy sleeping.” you roll your eyes at his dig at your coworker. your lover traces his finger across your cheek and behind your ear, his large hand sending your skin ablaze with every inch that he touches. but you find comfort in his touch and your body yearns for the comfort and safety of his arms.

“oh, alright. but go shower first, you smell like sweat and blood and i don’t want that to cling to me,” you give in with a heavy sigh. sylus chuckles at your request and leans down once more to kiss you; despite his rugged appearance, his lips are always soft to the touch. each movement against you is filled with so much passion and love, almost as if his body has been yearning for you for a thousand years. as you begin to pull away, you could feel sylus take a breath before eagerly chasing after you to kiss you again and again.

after being fully satiated with the kisses and love received from you, sylus pulls away, teeth gently pulling your bottom lip in a playful manner before letting go and leaving you behind to patiently wait for the return of his warm embrace until the sun begins to filter in through the dark curtains of his bedroom window.

❀ XAVIER

it is way past sunrise by the time you’ve gain consciousness in your own apartment. the morning light shines into your bedroom, the rays of pure sunshine peeking through the curtains of your bedroom window and filling the room with nothing but the warmth of the sun. the morning songbirds sing their songs through the sky and the bustling of the city in the distance is comforting in a way.

though, not as comforting as the weight of the body lying on top of yours. or rather, not as comforting and not as heavy. the sleeping hunter snoozing away on your chest is in a deep sleep; his breaths are quiet and even as his head rests comfortably on your chest. the golden rays of sun make his blond hair glisten and shine even brighter than he normally is. from the angle he’s at, you cannot see his face, but you’re assured that he’s peaceful in the comfort of your warmth. and your chest.

as much as you would like to stay in bed all morning, you know staying in longer than necessary would cause your body to be sluggish for the rest of the day. and so you begin to shuffle out of bed being careful not to awaken the slumbering prince on top of your body. however, your plan quickly fails as the lack of warmth underneath his body is enough to awaken him.

“mmm… morning,” xavier mumbles sleepily, his voice groggy with drowsiness dripping from his voice. the blond hunter mumbles something incoherent to you before he nuzzles his face into your chest then rests his chin on your body to look at you. his beautiful pale cerulean eyes are half lidded as he gazes up at you. in this light and in this moment, you have to admit how utterly cute and charming he looks. you’re tempted to close your eyes and go back to sleep with him, but you know your body will regret it in the long run.

“morning, sleepyhead,” you whisper to your lover. your hand comes up to brush away the blond strands cover his face. as if on instinct, xavier leans into your touch, leaning into it and remaining unmoved to bask in being in your palm. for a hunter who killed 70,000 wanderers, seeing him become so supple and obedient at your simple touch melts your heart. his blue eyes, akin to the sky, stare into your eyes, never wandering far from your face as the both of you begin to pull away from the intoxicating arms of sleep.

“don’t you want to sleep a bit more? you can; i’m just going to get ready for the day,” you murmur to xavier. your thumb rubs gently across your lover’s cheek, admiring how smooth his skin is despite his job as a hunter. he closes his eyes for a mere moment and takes in the feeling of your finger rubbing across his skin.

“as much as i love sleeping,” xavier begins, pressing his lips against your palm, “i’d rather spend our day off awake and with you.”

his eyes are twinkling as if stars were caught up in the vast sky that is his eyes and you feel your own heart skip a beat at the sincerity of his words as he smiles up at you. you sigh as your hand slowly slides up his cheek and-

“hey…!” your lover exclaims softly as your fingers gently squeeze his cheek, tugging his skin and shaking his head back and forth. your brows furrow as you shake him, annoyed at how cute he can be so early in the morning.

“that’s what you get for being so charming this morning,” you say as you pull your hands away. xavier looks up at you, eyes wide and his bottom lip jutting out just enough to get the perfect pout. but his little act doesn’t last for long as the blond hunter sits up and hovers over your body on the bed. his hands rest beside your head as he leans down so you’re eye to eye with him. there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he smiles down at you.

“then, starlight, do i get to punish you for being so cute, too?” xavier asks. pale blue eyes glance down at your lips, a signal that you know far too well.

your arms reach up to wrap around your lover’s neck, pulling him down as he eagerly leans forward to capture your own lips in his. his kiss is gentle, nothing short of loving and affectionate. but you could feel his eagerness for you, the heat rising with each movement of his lips on yours. your hands gently push against xavier’s chest before anything could go any further.

you almost laugh out loud seeing his pout as he obeys your wishes; his expression gives away all of his wants and needs to you and you can’t help but find him endearing. you reach up to lean up to quickly peck the corner of his lips, but your lover moves faster and, with a quick turn of his head, he’s kissing you again. the morning is warm and filled with sunshine as xavier showers you with affection he has been withholding this morning. but no sunlight could ever compare to the star holding you within his loving embrace.

❀ ZAYNE

the quiet buzzing and ruffling of the bedsheets is all you can hear before your body begins to rouse from your deep slumber. although your eyes haven’t completely opened yet, you recognize the blurry, dark blob beside you as his long arms reach over the nightstand to turn off the alarm. the comfort of his embrace is enough to lull you back to sleep, but you’re well aware that the warmth that you two share is fleeting as the day begins and the dreaded hours of work begin for the both of you.

unfortunately for you, the sun has yet to rise and the darkness is enough to truly drag you back into the depths of sleep, but you begin to truly wake up as zayne’s arms pull away from your body.

“mn…” you mumble as words try to form in your bedridden state. your arm drowsily reaches forward, clinging onto the body beside you and preventing him from immediately leaving your side.

you can hear his soft chuckle at your antics and a rough hand touching the side of your face; he’s cold to the touch, but you don’t mind it at all. it’s a beautiful contrast compared to the warmth hidden underneath the blankets you share. you pull zayne closer to you in hopes of enticing the poor heart surgeon into staying with you for just a bit longer; not that you don’t want him to go to work but because it’s just so comfortable being here with him. you hum in content feeling your lover’s stubble poking at your neck, an unusual feeling but one you welcome as it’s zayne’s body on your skin.

“good morning, beloved,” zayne whispers to you in a quiet voice. for being known as a cold and reserved doctor to others, he has shown you nothing but warmth and love as your boyfriend and you wouldn’t have it any other way. the calmness in which he speaks to you, his tone filled with nothing but adoration for you and only you makes your heart melt completely despite his evol being ice.

“you know i have to get ready for work, dear,” zayne murmurs softly as he begins to pull away, much to your despair. your hands reach for him again, but he’s far from your reach now. instead, hands covered in scars from his field of work encase one of your own and you can feel his lips press against the sensitive skin of your palm. his kiss is gentle despite the ticklish feeling of his stubble against your skin.

your eyes begin to open now, slowly focusing on the man above you. zayne has sat up now, olive green eyes looking down at you with nothing but sincere adoration and the longing to fall back into your arms and sleep for another hundred years. it’s not like he doesn’t yearn to be beside you, but duty calls and he cannot let more lives fall because of his hands.

“…i know,” you mumble back to him. zayne whispers an apology to you as you begin to sit up alongside him. rough hands intertwine with your own and you feel your body being slightly tugged towards him. his scent, clean with a hint of pine, nearly intoxicates you as you try to fight back the urge to wrap yourself around him and pull him down again.

“i love you,” you whisper to him. zayne’s breath hitches at your words and you can feel his forehead gently lean against your own.

“can i kiss you?” he asks you, his words a mere breath as if you’ll deny his request and shame him for his desire for your lips on his. you don’t have to say a word, a mere nod is enough and your lover leans forward to capture your lips with his. he’s gentle with you, kissing you with so much ardor yet so hesitantly as if you’ll break from his touch. before you could do anything else, zayne pulls away from your kiss. although he doesn’t return your words of affection to him, his actions and his kiss alone are enough of a reminder that he returns your sentiments the same amount, if not tenfold.

he loves you, and he wishes for the day he can say it back to you again and again and again.

[miscellaneous-misty]

Viperous Gaze, Serpentine Heart

please have your age in bio and read my pinned post byf! MDNI

cw: yandere zayne x gn!reader, blood, death, references to snakes

"Human greed knows no bounds, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."

Zayne hadn't meant for you to see this.

Blood soaks his white doctor's coat, dripping quietly onto the wooden floor of his home. The body is still now—fresh death sprawled at his feet like tangled thorns, red blossoming like roses. Zayne had only just finished when you had walked in. You're standing by the doorway, stunned by the sight before you. "Zayne...What is this...?"

Verdant eyes drift from the body to your terrified gaze, eyes that were once warm and lush with the innocence of youth. Summers spent lying in the grass flash through your mind, heat burning through your skin as you shared ice cream with him in perennial fields. A face that smiled shyly when you held his small hand in yours. Carefree laughter carried away by the wind.

The spring of your childhood memories is gone. The viridian eyes before you are the eyes of a viper lying in the grass, the fangs of a predator bared and ready to sink its venom into its prey.

Zayne raises a gloved hand to his face, wiping off a spot of blood that had splattered onto his cheek. "I didn't want you to see this side of me."

Your voice trembles. "Why...? Why would you do this?"

Zayne's grip on the knife loosens. The steel glints under the bright lights, pools of blood like unspoken dewdrops of sorrow clinging to the cold metal. He steps towards you as he speaks, calm and collected as always. Factual. Clinical.

Remorseless.

"I'm selfish," Zayne says, "and he was in the way."

With each step he takes towards you, your heart pounds harder and harder inside your chest. Your mind is screaming at you to run, to call for help, to do anything except staying here—frozen in his line of sight, chained to his cool gaze. But you can't move. Like a mouse caught in the jaws of a snake, you've already lost this game of survival.

"I wanted to take care of you," Zayne continues. He comes to a stop in front of you, just millimeters away. He's close enough for the tip of his nose to almost brush against yours. "I became a doctor because of you. I took an oath to do no harm because of you"—His large hand comes up to cup your cheek. It feels like scales slithering against skin, teeth grazing against flesh—"and I broke that oath because of you."

This isn't your Zayne. This can't be your Zayne. This a nightmare, a phantasm of the man you love. You're trapped in the jaws of the predator, stuck between sleeping and waking. A night terror you can't fully awaken from.

"I live only for you." His hand slides down past your jawline, smearing blood across your skin in its delicate trail. He grips the nape of your neck. "I want you to live only for me, too."

Zayne drags you forward by your neck, pressing his lips to yours. It feels like desperation and denial, a starving hunger for his love to be reciprocated, for you to bare your neck to his fangs and trust that he won't puncture your skin with his teeth. His lips taste like poison, acrid and metallic. His arms snake around you, pulling you closer. The flat side of the blade in his hand brushes against the small of your back. Ensnared within the confines of his coiled grasp, Zayne's love borders on the edge of suffocation.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his chest. You feel his heart beating steady under your palm. The blood on his gloves is still warm. Malaise creeps upon you with a vicious nausea. Zayne grips your hand tightly and presses it further into his sternum, as if there's unspoken pain he wants you to feel underneath that deceptive rhythm. A Pandora's box of nightmares begging to be unleashed. The need for comfort and recognition crawling out from the bloodstains.

Zayne's final words are a devastating blow, kindness nestled within cruelty.

"We shared thousands of lifetimes, all ending in tragedy," he whispers softly, "but this time, I promise I'll get it right for both of us, no matter what it takes."

Fangs sinking into flesh. Lethal poison beating from the wound to your heart, unfurling through your body. There is no refusing him. He's already caught you in his grasp, and he's not going to let go. Not in a million lifetimes.

You hope his promise of sweet dreams comes into fruition. You don't want to learn how this nightmare might get worse.

this fic was inspired by the following lines from hermia in shakespeare's a midsummer night's dream:

"Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast. Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here! Lysander, look how I do quake with fear. Methought a serpent ate my heart away, And you sat smiling at his cruel prey" (2.2.145-150).

i really like the imagery and diction in these lines. obviously, my writing is nowhere near as good as shakespeare, but it's still fun to take inspiration from literary works :P

ty for reading! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა ♡ masterlist

[wolfofcelestia]

Chinese Dragon Zayne possessively coiled around your body like a serpent around a staff, his sleek, elegant body nudging your legs open to slither between them.

"Are you afraid?" His voice comes half in a growl and half in a hiss.

Despite knowing the creature keeping you captive in his claws is still the Zayne you know, your body can't help but respond with fear. You can feel his touch on every inch of your body, chilling your blood ice cold.

His hard crystalline blue scales slide easily over your skin. They seem to soften when they touch you, much like the man himself.

"My dearest jade..." he purrs, his hums rumbling deep in his chest. Sharp claws like icicles slowly sink into your flesh, his grip frozen on your skin. His strength is undeniable. Trying to struggle free would be useless, but you could almost feel his hands trembling.

"...You'll stay with me forever, won't you?"

[winterstelltales]

nsfw mdni

zayne asking you to read out loud a medical report while he has you bent over his table in his study.

zayne's large frame covering your body as he watches you struggling to read a one simple sentence.

the words blur together, their meaning slipping from your grasp. you can’t make sense of them, let alone read them in the haze of pleasure.

it's your fault really, teasing him when he was trying to concentrate on his work. so he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

he has you starting over from the beginning every single time you make a slip up. all the while he slides his cock in and out of you, just the tip, just enough to drive you crazy.

his large palm traces a path down your spine as you whimpers, and if you try to grind your hips towards him, guess what? "start over."

again

again

and again

you've lost count of how many times you've read the same sentence over and over. you've lost count on how many times he's stolen you of your release. and only when you're a blabbering mess, unable to speak, let alone read, and begging him to fuck you, he will give in.

and that's not even the end. then he'll keep ramming his cock into you until you can't take it anymore, holding you up by the waist when your legs give in while he whispers sweet words into your ear.

zayne is the guy to have you read his work aloud while he fucks you (i didn't say that!)

[trappolia]

thinking about soft domestic zayne as a father. no matter how you came to be with child (whether it was through your own pregnancy, surrogacy or adoption) best believe this man is by your side throughout the entire process. though a chronic overworker, he understands that he is needed by your side more often now and finds some way to delegate most of his tasks to other doctors he deems capable. he worries about the staff handling more complicated cases, but it's more often than not overshadowed by his concern for you, who is most beloved and dear to him.

his concern is more so on being a good father; certainly he handles both health and legal matters with meticulous care and a cool head, but it is the act of raising a child that makes him wary. while he has no doubt of your capabilities as a parent, he worries that he may come off as too... tense or standoffish to the child you will call your own. he finds himself poring over parenting books as often as he does medical journals-- perhaps even more so.

[sungjinwoosbeloved]

˗ˏˋ Zayne x Lemurian! Fem! Reader: Ebb Day ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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・┆✦ Entry : 040 ✦ ┆・

[ Reader is Related to Rafayel because I said so<3]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ My Ocean Belongs To You ] ¡! ❞

"Zayne, do you like art galleries?" "Yes. How come you're asking?" "My big brother is hosting an art gallery<33. Wanna come with me:0?" "When is it?" "Saturday in the afternoon!" "Sure."

And that was how Zayne found himself in this situation, while you sported a pretty little frilly long dress— He was simply wearing his typical black dress shirt and trousers. Of course, he was secretly staring at you the whole time, he's always been interested in you but never had once vocalized it nor has he ever openly made it obvious or even drop hints.

Besides, he had been a little stressed from work as of late. He had to deal with a lot of troublesome patients during the weekdays and there were too many close calls on his surgeries as of late so he badly needed to take his mind off of the hospital even just for a bit.

And you are his favourite kind of cure.

Zayne followed behind you as you pranced in your steps, guiding him to the location of the art gallery. it didn't take the both of you too long to arrive to the place.

Fine and extremely detailed canvases were attached to the walls, each one unique on their own.

Zayne wasn't much of a painter, he could only sketch since he had to draw a lot of anatomical diagrams back when he was still in medical school.

"Your brother is very skilled" Zayne says as his gaze landed on the different pieces.

"Right?" You beam, hopping in your steps even more happily as you admire your cousin's works. "He's always working hard on his paintings."

He follows behind you, admiring the image of you more than he does admiring the pretty paintings around the both of you.

"Ah, there he is!" You spring into happy little skips as you made your way towards a man with deep purple hair boredly leaning on the wall and fiddling with a pen in his fingers. "Oppa!"

"Geez, pipe down, I can hear you just fine" He says in a sarcastic but gentle voice as his bluish-pink eyes similar to yours land on you. "I thought you were joking when you said you'll visit"

"Oppa will be disappointed if I didn't" You grin, making him roll his eyes.

"Who is this?" His gaze falls on Zayne, pushing himself off of the wall.

"I'm Zayne" He introduces himself.

"Zayne..." The name rolls off of the painter's tongue, pondering as he tries to remember where he has heard it before. "Ah yes, you're my sister's doctor, right? She wont stop yapping about you I almost went deaf from it. I'm Rafayel"

"Oppa!" You protest, smacking his arm.

"Hey, ow!" Rafayel fake winces, a dramatic expression on his face as he gasped. "Guppy, that is not how you treat your older brother! Isn't family supposed to love eachother?"

"As if!" You stick your tongue out at Rafayel and Zayne stood awkwardly in between this little banter.

"Pfft," He scoffs, rubbing the spot you had hit. "Still as feisty as ever like a sea urchin."

"You're as round and ridiculous as a puffer fish" You bite back.

"...." Zayne felt like he really shouldn't be here at this moment.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go off there and greet Thomas" You say in a childish, high pitched voice as you point at a direction and storm off.

Zayne shook his head, wanting to follow you but found it rude if he left your brother all alone without a proper conversation. Besides, he could see you in his peripheral vision.

"I meant it though." Rafayel starts, humming as continued playing with the pen absentmindedly. "She speaks very highly of you like a little baby dolphin learning how to jump off of water for the first time."

"...I'm glad she thinks so, but I'm only doing my job as her doctor" Zayne answers, pushing his eyeglasses back.

"Isn't that what every doctor says?" Rafayel scoffs, crossing his arms as both men overlooked you who is happily chatting with Thomas and asking about some paintings. "My little sister is a handful, isn't she?"

"Well," Zayne hums, deciding to play along with Rafayel. "She often doesn't listen to her doctor's orders and is somehow scared of staying in the hospital at night believing ghosts might swallow her."

"...Did she actually say that?" Rafayel cocks up an eyebrow.

"She did." Zayne simply confirms while watching you prance back to them and tug at Rafayel's arm.

"Oppa, oppa, I want the pretty puzzle piece music box, get it for me!" You say childishly, pulling at Rafayel's hand.

"Hey, I'm not a wallet" Rafayel groans but allows himself to be dragged over to the gift store area.

Zayne followed you both, watching as the two of you bantered on and on. He could tell that Rafayel spoiled you a lot, watching as he keep saying sarcastic remarks and marine related insults while letting you pull him around.

"You're a grown woman now and a hunter, why exactly do you need a music box puzzle?" Rafayel rolls his eyes.

"Because it helps!" You reason out, shooting a hopeful look at Zayne. "Right doctor Zayne? Right?"

"Puzzle making and achieving to finish it can certainly boost dopamine production," Zayne replies, sighing as he realizes what you are using him for. "As for sleep, well, music boxes can certainly help lull you to sleep."

"Ugh, using your doctor card on me, really?" Rafayel groans, but pays for the puzzle piece anyway. "Now shoo, there's an ice cream store at the front. Your brother is buisy doing grown-up stuff so children should behave."

"I'm not a 2 year old!" You say as you hold the now packaged puzzle piece before storming off.

"...." Zayne was about to follow behind you until he heard Rafayel's voice again.

"Do you know about Lemuria? There's a secret rumour amongst their merpeople" he says, "Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."

"Then how come you know of this?" Zayne inquires.

"Well, it's a fairy tale" Rafayel dismisses his question. "She's waiting for you"

Zayne nods his head politely before going towards your direction.

Throughout the whole time on the ice cream shop, he keeps thinking of what Rafayel said. And for some reason, he can;t take it off his mind.

Despite that, he chooses to just focus on the you who is busily munching on the ice cream he had bought for you earlier.

"Slow down, it's not going anywhere" He says, picking up a napkin and wiping the cream off of your cheek.

"But it's just so yummy!" You protest.

"I know," Zayne nods his head, "But still, eat a little more slowly.

"...Okay" You pout.

Zayne shakes his head, smiling faintly as he found the whole situation a little ridiculous. He could tell Rafayel thought that he spoils you too. After all, he's putting up with your childish antiques and scolds you as if you were a small child.

Overall, this litle... Outing turned out well since he met your older brother.

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For the past two weeks, Rafayel's words bothered Zayne over and over. It kept repeating in his mind and it even echoes in his ears whenever he woke up. It's a miracle he didn't have any surgeries these days and managed to keep a proffesional act despite it high bothering him.

To add to that, you havent texted or called him a single time.

Sure, you're not required to talk to him all the time but today seemed particularly different as it nagged him.

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration as he finished up the last of his reports.

He then reached for his phone and instantly dialed your number.

Thankfully enough, you picked up.

"Hello?" You voice was horrible, making Zayne immediately alarmed.

"Are you alright? your voice is a little rough" He inquires, taking his doctor's coat off. and grabbing his keys.

"No... Fever"

"A fever?" He sighs, storming out the hallways and into the parking lot. "You're home, aren't you? Have you taken your temperature and drank medicine?"

"Cant..." You breathe heavily. "Too weak."

"Stay in bed." Zayne said as he hopped into his car and brought life to the engine. "I'll come."

He then dropped the phone call as he drived out of the hospital and towards your apartment.

Zayne knew deep inside it was probably just as a normal fever, but there's a surge of panic in him as he hurried over. The moment Zayne parked, he hurriedly went upstairs. He was irrational with the way his mind is overthinking things.

Surely it's just a fever.

A fever.

Zayne opened the door to your apartment and quietly locked it behind him then going to your bedroom where he found you curled up in your bed.

"I'm here" Zayne says with a gentle voice, his tone a little lower than usual as he gently pries off the blanket off of your face and placed a palm on your forehead.

"Ngh... Zayne" You whine a little.

"Ssh," He said, removing his palm and reaching for the bedside drawer and pulled out the thermometer.

Zayne took your temperature and cocked up an eyebrow at the results.

You're burning up and yet you have a normal temperature. He aimed it at himself and gave back a good result too, meaning it's not broken or playing tricks.

"???" Zayne looks at you, wanting an explanation.

"Water... Please." You whisper.

He rescinds in demanding an explanation, your voice isn't fake and neither is that glazed over look on your face.

"Stay here, don't pull the blanket over your head" Zayne said, getting up from his seat.

He was running a number of possible explanations on why you're feeling the way you do. Maybe it's stress induced, or something. Perhaps a better option now is not to ponder but take you to the hospital because it might be a dangerous situation.

He walks back into the bedroom and sat paused,

"...." Zayne places the glass down, crouching down towards you and observes the glittering blue things on your face.

'That wasn't there earlier' He thought, his forehead knitting as he reached to brush a finger on your cheek where the crystal like things glimmered.

The touch caused you to whimper a little and he pulled his hand back immediately.

"Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."

Rafayel's words repeat in his mind.

"Zayne..." You mumble, curling over to him before trying to get up.

"Your face,..." He inquires, helping you sit up while another hand reached to place pillows against the headboard and laying you against it. "Lemuria?"

He hesitated at the question, watching your expression droop.

"...Sorry." You apologize.

"There's nothing to be sorry for" He said, reaching up to fix the blanket on your lap. "Are you feeling like this because of ebb day? The tides being low and the water flowing backwards?"

"..." You look up at him, alarmed. "How? Who? Y-you're not supposed to know those."

'Ah..' Zayne mentally curses at himself for being too brash on his approach.

"Your brother, Rafayel, he told me" He said, and felt relieved as you calm down.

"...That's funny" You mumbles. "He told me to never tell anyone and yet he told you. Big brother trusted you with a secret depsite just meeting."

Zayne didn't answer, wondering too why the painter would do that but froze as he felt you nuzzle his shoulder.

"..."

"You're not mad... Or weirded out?" You ask.

Zayne shakes his head, reaching up and gently stroked your head. "Why would I? Just because you're not... Human?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not" He shakes his head, gently pulling you over to his lap so he can hold you more properly and you can rest more comfortably on his shoulder. "There's no reason to. It just makes me a little concerned that maybe my treatment plans on you dont work or worst, it could be detrimental to you."

"We're the same as humans" you explains. "Just... Different in a lot of waya. I get hungry and get sick like humans. So it's fine."

"I see." He hums, stroking your head.

He almost wanted to nuzzle his nose on your head but stopped himself.

"You won't hurt me, right?" You ask, fidgeting. "Brother said that humans would abuse a creature's weakness once they find out."

"Never" He said, pausing in his ministrations on your strands. "I would never hurt the person I like. If anything, I wish to protect you"

He brings your hand up to his lips, and kisses the inside of your palm.

"I would never, ever hurt you." He shakes his head, those intense amber-green eyes. "Not now, not in the future, never in my lifetime nor in the next ones. No matter who or what you are, I will never hurt you"

꒰ A/N: I'm just so weak against Zayne pls sniffsniff. I love him sm I just want to hold this silly man. I wanna cuddle this precious man qwq!!! My precious Zayne TT. This man is fr one of my biggest comfort character. I can't wait for his birthday event in september. Also I'm srry if u cringe at the feesh insults its my kind of humor xDD!! ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[wolfofcelestia]

But not me, right?

She knows what she hates.

He's not so sure.

A/N: This post was supposed to contain Sylus's short story too but I should've been asleep 5 hours ago, so this will turn into a series. I'll write Sylus's part when/if I get enough inspiration for it. Zayne's came easy because it's... Based on my life lmao. That means MC speaks like me, so pardon my french

"I fucking hate doctors..." she muttered under her breath as she stepped through the cafe doors with her frustrations solely focused on her phone, her thumbs pounding on the keyboard screen in a thunderous dance. It was only when she was aware of someone's presence in front of her that she looked up.

It was Zayne, holding two white mugs of steaming coffee and looking more surprised than he would normally ever show in public.

"You hate doctors," he said in a steady voice. He had intended for it to be a question, but something in him knew he didn't have to ask for clarification.

He knew it was a fact, especially after all the things she had been through in the healthcare system.

He, himself, had probably contributed to her negative view of doctors.

It was a subtle shift in his demeanor, imperceptible to the other customers in the quiet murmur of the cafe, but his usual calm, cool, and collected aura seemed to have noticeably melted. He seemed more like a soggy baby seal than a pristinely formed snowman as he stood before her now.

Her eyes shot wide when she realized he had overheard her. Why did he always have to be so perceptive?

The sweet, full-bodied scent of her favourite coffee filled her nose when he handed it to her and motioned with his head to their usual spot by the window.

"I-I didn't mean you!" she panicked, falling in step with him as she cradled the warm mug in her hands, her drink customized exactly the way she liked it.

He gestured for her to take a seat before joining her. It was routine for them - the clink of the ceramic mugs being set down on the table, their bodies sinking into the plush couch, her head finding the warm and cozy spot on his shoulder, and his arm around her holding her close.

If not for the tightness in her chest, she would've never realized she was holding her breath.

"You're allowed to hate Dr. Zayne," he said softly in a slow exhale, his stress leaving his body as her warmth replaced it.

"I don't--"

"He is just like any other doctor."

She bolted upright, pulling away from his shoulder to look him straight in the eyes. Her fire was back, except this time, it was actually directed at him.

"No," she said firmly, enough to pierce through whatever defences Zayne might've been preparing to put up. "Absolutely fucking not."

Zayne stared dumbfounded at her for a second, before letting out an amused huff. His reaction tempered her flames, relaxing her further as he reached out to cup her cheek and guide her back down to settle against his shoulder.

"A patient is allowed to be upset with her doctor. But... Your doctor isn't here, is he?"

The gentle piano music accompanied his calm voice. The scent of coffee mingled with the scent of his skin.

"...No."

His hand idly stroked her hair as she took his other hand in her lap, their rings clinking lightly against each other.

"You'll see Dr. Zayne again at Akso. But right now, you're here with your husband."

She could feel his gentle gaze on her. She could feel his breath against her forehead as his voice died down to a whisper.

"And your husband wants to know why you're upset."