zayne has one rule, don’t touch yourself when he’s away on a business trip. it was always a challenge for you but you learned how to avoid getting too horny when he was away. although you were great at following his rule, zayne wasn’t satisfied nor did he like how easier it got so he knew he’d have to up his game.
zayne would be leaving the next day for two weeks. the week leading up to his temporary departure he had been fucking you in a way he hadn’t before. everyday you craved more and more.
the night before he left he had you coming more times then you can count. then in the morning you guys were at it again. he had 10 minutes before he had to be out the door but you were too distracted by his face between your thighs, lapping and devouring your pussy. and then right before you could come he stopped. your mind took a second before you could process that he wasn’t going to continue.
you almost let out a loud whine. you felt yourself throbbing.“zayne why did you stop.”
“i have to go,” he kissed up your thigh “we can continue when i get back.” the warmth of his body left as you watched him gather his bags. you checked the time seeing that he really did have to go.
at the door he left a kiss on your lips. “remember no touching until i’m back.” a small smirk grew on his face as he watched your face as you put together what he did.
☃️❄️doctor zayne incredulously tracks down your ovulation cycle, ☃️❄️ -> no it’s not a coincidence that when you’re ovulating, he suddenly wears the grey joggers and compression shirt in the house.
he starts wearing his reading glasses more often around your fertile window. not because he needs them for anything urgent, just because he knows the way you stare at him adjusting them mid-sentence makes your thighs press together. he’ll catch you looking, pause, then slowly push the frames up with one long finger while saying “focus. i’m explaining something important.” ugh he’s such a slut /aff
the moment your app pings the high-fertility alert (yes he has access, you gave it willingly 😏 ) he switches to darker, richer cologne, the one with cedar and something dangerously warm underneath. he’ll lean over you to grab something from a high shelf and let the scent settle right against your neck. “you’re breathing faster,” he notes like he’s taking vitals. “noted.” slap him with a stick you’re not slick doctor zayne 😩
he keeps those dark chocolate squares, you know? the ones with pheromones 🫣and your favorite heated blanket ready in the bedside drawer during those days. when you ask why he’s so prepared he just says “anticipatory care” with the straightest face, then pulls you onto his lap so you can feel exactly how anticipatory he really is.
mid-makeout he’ll stop, press two cool fingers right over your lower abdomen and murmur “right here. your endometrium is thickening optimally this cycle.” it’s clinical. it’s filthy. your brain melts either way. he smiles, small, dangerous — when you whimper in the hardest fluster.
he’s started “accidentally” leaving his white coat draped over the couch chair during peak days. when you bury your face in it later (because of course you do), it smells like hospital antiseptic + him + faint trace of the soap he uses. he walks in, sees you, and simply says “thief” before pinning you down with the coat still half on you.
during sex he gets quieter than usual; more outcome focused if anything. 🙂↕️ every thrust measured like he’s timing contractions. when you beg him to go harder he leans down, lips brushing your ear: “patience. your cervix is softer today. let me take my time.” then he does exactly that until you’re shaking. he loves making you sob on his cock all the time though, doesn’t matter if you’re ovulating or naur.
post-orgasm he doesn’t pull out right away. instead he stays seated deep, one hand splayed over your stomach, on the fading bulge. the other stroking your hair while he quietly counts your heartbeats against his chest. “you’re my joy.” he can be so sensitive when he needs to be. <3
he once left a single sticky note on the fridge during your fertile window that just said: “come find me. exam room 2.” you found him in the hospital, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loosened, stethoscope around his neck like he’s about to give a very personal examination. you guys 🫵🏻 are freaks 🫵🏻
zayne doesn’t do coincidence. he does preparation, observation, and devastating execution, especially when your body is screaming for him and gives him a chance to create a mini you/him.
LADS LIs after you get into a Car Accident (Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb, Sylus, Zayne)
A/N: Might be a little short cuz I did this while tired. And Xavi may be a little OOC. I'm not really familiar with his character
CW: Car Accidents, hurt/comfort
Rafayel x gn!reader, Xavier x gn!reader, Zayne x gn!reader, Sylus x gn!reader, caleb x gn!reader
Xavier
generally a calm, cool, and collected guy
Seriously, not much phases him. But he did panic a little internally when he heard about the accident. But given you're the one who called him, it's mild at worst.
He absolutely drops everything to come make sure you're alright
Once the cops are done with the scene, he drives you home
The two of you get some tea, cuddle on the couch while he (subtly) checks you over for any injuries you might not be openly disclosing, and the two of you take a much needed nap
Rafayel
you'd thought you knew just how dramatic Rafayel could get before crashing your car
then you got into a little fender bender and you'd swear he was the one who got rear ended
Fishy 100% over reacts to the situation, demanding the person that hit you be held accountable and making a huge scene
If you weren't so shaken up you'd roll your eyes and hide your face in your hands, but the familiar indignation is actually somewhat comforting
Eventually you convince him to leave well enough alone, using your sore neck as an excuse to get him to take you home
After which he absolutely babies you. You're not to lift a finger while you rest
And that probably feels better than anything (even if you do sigh at the dramatics), because you're well aware that only you rank high enough in his mind to warrant such treatment
Caleb
Caleb was pretty weird after you got into an accident
Or rather, you were pretty sure you were dealing with the Colonel rather than your childhood friend
because Caleb absolutely panicked when he heard and his toring chip did it's thing
But when you get home, the two of you end up comforting each other
because even after you can see how much the accident, minor as it was, scared him
It's not hard to get him to give you a neck rub (which helps him feel better because it makes him feel like he can do something about it)
And then the two of you sit and rewatch of Top Gun (if that's your kind of show) or watch reruns some trashy tv show the two of you enjoyed
Sylus
Sylus is actually calm (because Mephie was in the vicinity and saw it all go down so he knew about it before you called him)
He's already on his way to pick you up when you call, but he's pleased that he's the one you call
He definitely does a once over, making sure you're actually alright, but then drives you to the n109 zone, since that's where you were going to start with. He doesn't even threaten the other driver (though if the other driver isn't sufficiently apologetic he may give the other a driver a look that scared them half to death.)
he's definitely the type to spend the rest of the day resting with you, not because he needs it but because you do. It's not exactly hard for him to see that you're pretty shaken up by the incident
So you spend the rest of the day just cuddling in his bed. Like Caleb, neck and shoulder rubs are in order with Sylus, but in Sylus's case it's because the man can be awful touchy and his touch is comforting.
Zayne
Another calm and collected LI. He doesn't bother freaking out when you call him for a ride, though he would be more concerned if you weren't the one calling
He's generally much more concerned about your mental and physical well being (this is likely not the first accident he's dealt with, after all)
When he comes to pick you up, his once over is more clinical than the other LIs (he's actually a medical professional after all). He assesses your mental and physical state before deciding that the best course of action is to take you home, let you ice your neck, and try to settle
He calls Jenna himself, notifying her of the incident and telling her that he's taking you home (it's not like Jenna is going to argue with your primary care doctor/cardiologist)
He's absolutely strict about you icing your neck and makes sure you've taken over the counter pain meds for it
he ends up going back to work (making you promise to call him if you get a headache or your neck worsens), but after he gets home he's actually really clingy. (He tries to deny that he was actually worried, but you've been together far too long for you not to be able tor ad the worry on his face)
Whenever MC is on a business trip, Zayne calls her every time he knows she's available. Even though he's busy himself he misses her dearly and wants to see or hear her.
It's seven am, he just returned home from the hospital and is already calling MC They give each other some declarations of love before the question of the questions is asked.
"How's the weather today?"
She can only laugh at him as she responds. "You already know, don't you?"
After all the first second she had told him her next work destination, he was ready to add the city to his weather app.
//it always happens, I'm zayne's left eye's eyelash
Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged and NSFW HCs, PART 2!
Once again, minors do not interact! I made you guys a part 2 of my current thoughts. No plot or card spoilers in my comments or reblogs, please and thank you 💙
Part 1
Rafayel
Have you met this man? He wants to know where you’re at and who you’re with at all times. So jealous. It’s probably in your best interest to forget other men exist once you’re dating him
Convinced you to suck his dick while he’s painting to see if it helps convey emotion into his painting—he accidentally pushed the paintbrush through the canvas when he came
Loves when you ride him—it’s so cute watching you bounce on him and use his body for your own pleasure. This also allows him to sit back a little and enjoy every sound you make, every facial expression, every feeling. Of course he does eventually get bored and flips you onto your back for his turn
Before you’re dating, he persuades you into being a nude model for him. He takes his time caressing your skin and telling you he has to “feel” the art, lets his hands wander and linger as he moves your body little by little until you’re in the exact position he wanted. Spends hours staring at your naked body, pretending to draw it (he finished his sketch hours ago but he doesn’t want you getting dressed yet)
Loves a pussy job—just sliding his cock between your folds and tapping at your clit like he’s knocking on a door until he cums all over you. Loves this for two reasons: 1) you look exquisite with your clit swollen and body spattered in cum, and 2) the banter between the two of you during a pussy job is top tier. It’s not quite degradation, but you’re both going back and forth in the most teasing way, riling each other up.
Has the biggest praise kink. He thinks he might actually die if you don’t tell him how amazing he is at least 12 times a day
Part of the pretty dick club. It’s actually perfect—thick but not too thick, long but not too long, nice veins wrapping around and well groomed at the base. Some would say it’s perfect.
Xavier
Sometimes when he’s flustered by you, his body emits a soft glow because of his evol. You notice it for the first time when you surprise him with a kiss to his cheek. He glows a little brighter the first time he kisses your lips too.
He’s fallen asleep during sex before. Usually after several rounds, he’s cum twice already, and you’re laying on your sides on the bed and he’s lazily thrusting into you from behind and all of a sudden he stops. Sheathed inside you and an arm around your waist. When you look over your shoulder, he’s sounds asleep and already softly snoring. You have no choice but to do the same, falling asleep in his arms and keeping his cock nice and warm all night
His favorite position is missionary where your legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s slowly, deeply thrusting into you. He likes seeing every expression on your face, really feeling you sucking him in, hearing every breathy moan you try to hide from him. And he likes that he can kiss you whenever he wants
Likes to read at night, even though he falls asleep doing it. When you start staying nights at his place, he convinces you to read out loud to him and you do that every night until he falls asleep with his head on your chest.
Kinks/fetishes: hair pulling (he likes when you give a little tug), overstimulation, marking, cum play, face sitting, cockwarming
Loves fresh flowers and brings you new ones every week. He thinks they’re pretty and hopes you appreciate them the way he does. Sometimes he buys them or sometimes he picks them from some lush patch in the forest. Always takes some for himself so he knows when they start dying and he needs to get you new ones.
Loves to lay his head in your lap so you can play with his hair
The kind of guy who will keep his hand holding yours no matter what because he wants to make sure you’re staying beside him. Sometimes takes one of your hands and puts it in the pocket of his sweatshirt with his just so it stays warm.
Zayne
He was very opposed to fucking in the hospital at first but then on a day he was super stressed, you stopped by and sucked him off under his desk while he reviewed charts and he was able to successfully perform a surgery other doctors thought was inoperable—he was more lenient on sex in the hospital after that
Has absolutely bent you over his knee to spank you when you’re being a brat and talking back to him all the time with no regard for your own well being. All he wants is to take care of you because you never take care of yourself. And he would take the best care of you.
Cunt smacks. No further explanation needed.
Favorite sex position is prone bone. He likes hitting it from the back because sometimes the prolonged eye contact that can come with facing each other makes him uncomfortable. But doggy style isn’t what he wants because he wants to feel your body against his, holds you as close as possible. This position works best because every inch of him is atop you and he can feel your body there beneath him, he gets to tuck his head into your neck to bite or kiss or moan into, he’s close to your ear and can whisper filthy things or tell you how close he is or how good you feel around him, and most of all, this position has him so fucking deep inside you that he swore nothing in this life felt better the first time he entered you in this way
Allergic to saying nice things to you 98% of the time.
He runs cold because of his evol and sometimes when he cums, it feels like ice inside of you. Made you scream in surprise the first time but leads to some fun temperature play where he uses his tongue to warm you up after. He’s also often cold and loves to curl up against you and tell you that you’re his heater.
synopsis: After a long date with your wife Zayne, you're needy for her and she's more than willing to take care of you.
pairing: Wife!Zayne x Fem!Reader
warning tags: nsfw 18+, lesbian sex, smut, established relationship, 2nd person pov, pet names, porn with some plot, dry humping, teasing, light choking, neck kissing, praise, dirty talk, she talks you through it.
word count: 1.2k !! (ao3)
author's note: this is my first time writing a fanfic, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors. English isn't my first language!
"Come here, honey." Zayne sits down and taps on her thigh, signaling you to come sit on her lap. You walk slyly towards her, smiling cheekily as you settle yourself on her thigh and wrap your arms around her neck, her pants doing their best to cool your heating core.
Zayne stares at you for a while before running her hands up your thighs and settling on your hips, "You look beautiful tonight."
"As do you, my gorgeous wife." You giggle shyly at her compliment.
"You seemed quite distracted during our date, is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I.... don't know what you're talking about Zayne." You avoid her gaze, too embarrassed to admit how much you need her.
"Is that so? You weren't staring at my hands intensely during dinner?" She smirks and looks you up and down, "I'm your wife, I know when you need me."
Your heartbeat palpates as she brings her face closer to yours, forcing you to look at her. Your eyes flicker between her hazel eyes and her soft pink lips, not knowing where to look. You brush away the hair on her cheek, your gaze lingering on her lips for too long.
"My wife knows me well then." Without any other thought, you lean into her and intertwine your lips with hers. She freezes for a second before smiling into the kiss and kissing you back. She gently nibbles at your bottom lip, quietly asking for her tongue's permission.
You moan as her tongue slips into your mouth, tongues immediately intertwining and lapping at each other with desperation. The reminiscent flavor of strawberry cake is heavy on her tongue as she rolls it against your own. Being undeniably needy and turned on, you slowly grind against her thigh, needing some form of friction to relieve your throbbing heat.
Zayne pulls away, a string of saliva dribbling down her chin, "Easy sweetheart, I've got you." She starts a trail of kisses from your mouth down to your neck, desperately clawing at your flimsy dress as your body begs for more. Zayne's ears flush red as she peppers warm kisses down your throat to your cleavage, your pussy throbbing at the sensation and sight.
"Turn around for me."
You oblige at her request, quickly turning around and seating yourself back in her lap. She brings you back in her embrace, breathing heavily into your neck from behind you. She inhales your scent while digging her strong hands into your hips, coaxing you to move back and forth against her thigh.
One of her hands travels up your dress, and up to your neck, gently holding you in place. "Is this what you wanted?" She whispers in your ear, "Or, do you desire more?"
"Please Zayne, I need you more." You tremble against her thigh, grabbing at the hand on your throat.
"Shh, it's okay. I'll make you feel better." Zayne's hands leave your body to carefully lift your dress over your head, discarding it to the side, leaving you almost completely bare for her. You desperately rut against her, leaving a wet stain of your arousal on her pants.
Zayne unclasps your bra from behind you, cupping your breasts and massaging them gently in her rough calloused hands. Your back arches against her when she starts to roll your hardened nipples against her thumb and pointer fingers.
"Oh, Zayne, please touch me more." You needily moan and tightly clutch onto the hands on your breasts.
"Where exactly do you need me to touch you?" She asks softly against your warm ear, looking down at the glistening wetness you've created on her thigh.
"Don't tease me!" You huff out and let go of her hands. Zayne lets out a small giggle before sliding her hands down painfully slowly where you need her the most.
"Don't worry my love, I won't deprive you of pleasure any longer." She kisses the shell of your ear, slowly trailing kisses down your neck and watches you squirm on her lap as she creeps her hands lower. She spreads your legs further apart, and signals you to lift your hips to slide your wet panties off. You tremble in her arms as your bare wet pussy is revealed to the cool air.
"You're so wet for me. Were you thinking about this during our date? Imagining me rubbing your sweet pussy?" You squeeze your eyes tight shut, unable to answer her. Zayne directs her right hand towards your abdomen, while holding your thighs apart with her free hand.
"Tell me, my love." Her hand slides against your heaving abdomen, drawing soft circles on your warm skin, before directing her hand to the top of your mound. She runs her fingers through it, and finally allows her fingers to make contact with your clit.
"Y-yes, I was thinking about you touching me like this." You exhale and clutch onto her hair from behind you, trying your best to not grind against her hand. Zayne softly chuckles from behind you, isolating her middle and ring finger to rub slow precise circles on your clit, making you squeal against her hold.
"Do you want me to go faster?"
You nod weakly against her shoulder, grabbing onto her wrist against your heaving abdomen. Zayne quickly obeys at your request, flicking her fingers quicker against your clit. You writhe at the motion of her fingers, squeezing one of your breasts and arching your back further onto her.
Zayne looks down at you, the pads of her fingers sliding and glistening with your slick, making her pussy throb at the sight. "So pretty. You're doing so well for me, love." She whispers praises into your ear, infatuated with the lewd sight in front of her.
You moan at Zayne's sweet words, overloaded with the immense pleasure from her rubbing your clit in just the right way. Your body starts convulsing against her, the pool of heat in your abdomen craving release.
"Are you going to cum like this?" You gasp as she rubs her fingers faster and rougher against your puffy clit. Your hand latches at her wrist like a vice, overwhelmed by the sudden pressure. She kisses your cheek as she intakes the view of you thrashing against her fingers.
You can't even speak, too focused chasing your own high, needing to cum on her fingers. Zayne understands and keeps her speed consistent for you.
"Mmng- I'm so close Zayne!" You whine out desperately and arch your body deeper into her.
"Cum for me, honey."
Your high-pitched moans are the only thing filling the room, along with the squelch of Zayne's fingers against your clit. It was too much. Your body trembles in her hold as you cum deliciously on her fingers, giving her your all.
Your abdomen heaving relentlessly, trying to calm down from your crashing orgasm. Zayne slows down her pace once you succumb against her fingers, kissing your neck and shoulders non-stop.
"I love you so much Y/N, you did so well for me. Let me clean you up now." Zayne warmly snuggles you from behind, and carries you to the bathroom where she'll run a warm bath and shower you with love and affection.
The ending was a bit rushed, but I hope you guys liked it !! :)
What does Zayne even wear at home😭😭 my man has only 3 kinds of outfits
1. Doctor clothes
2. ONE single set of pyjamas
3. Extravagant costumes from special events/past lives
LET'S TALK ABOUT ZAYNE'S WARDROBE! // HCs
aside from his mandatory Akso attire, I believe he has a whole collection of dress shirts and straight-cut pants. the colours don't have much variation and are always in the range of dark colours (eg. black, navy blue) and stark white shades. he definitely has several black fitted button-ups, and gets them custom made to his measurements. he doesn't feel like much of a shopper until it comes to sportswear.
speaking of sportswear,
wow. WOW. looks like he prefers his in dark colours or with high contrast neutrals. I know he likes a good pair of sneakers, but not so much that he collects them. he definitely has some choice pairs of running shoes since he jogs a ton and is very much into wellness and all that. he's also likely to have his specific pick of brands he buys from; he's a very decisive, routined and discipline-heavy guy so that should be right up his alley.
also! he definitely keeps some staples in his wardrobe like turtlenecks and cardigans.
my baby looks so cozy! you see that belt? he has other belts. he has like atleast ten belts neatly hung in his closet. he's wearing dress pants here again, straight-cut and not too much variation in colour. he seems to like his cardigans in neutral colours, paired with white t-shirts of varying necklines. so he definitely has several white t-shirts in his closet, half-sleeved.
he seems to be styling his fits a little in eternal attachment and by cherished longing; he went for a full colour blazer, vibrant with motifs AND a brooch? WOW. like you said, he definitely has some select outfits for events that are extravagant and different from his everyday choice. and a variety of blazers in his wardrobe; as part of daily wear.
now that we've established a general framework for his fits, we get to the burning question: what does zayne wear at home?
along with pajamas, he owns a robe...yippie!
two robes, because this one's of a more satin/silk material and the previous one was fluffy.
in the next pic: he's at home here! we see another red statement cardigan. i think he likes red and beige, as opposing to his frequent black, navy blue and white-centered fits. but he's wearing a dress shirt and pants... but do not fear. he owns sweatshirts!!!
finally, we found what else he wears at home! you've got his pajamas, his robes, and his sweatshirts. now, does he have sweatpants? probably. i'd like to headcannon that he wears his t-shirts now and then too!! so there you have your answer :)
(I clean it w my mouth) shakes his dih a lil so the last bits drop out, will wipe his hands on a towel.
Zayne
Dries it throughly and makes sure the area is clean enough to avoid infections. If he's rlly busy at the hospital tho he uses a pad so it doesn't stain his clothes. Always washes hands with soap.
Xavier
Wipes with paper then rinses hands w water.
Rafayel
Has those fancy toilets that spray water (idk if it works on dihs but im gonna assume it does) the toilet will also dry him off, then he uses his automatic soap and water dispenser to wash his hands, has a designated towel to dry hands.
Caleb
He grabs the base of his dih then swings it around in circles while mimicking helicopter noises "ptptptptptPTPTPTPTPTPTPT" once its dry he leaves. Sometimes droplets fall from the ceiling while ur in there.
