#Zayne Drabble

[bronzealchemy]

⟡₊ ⊹ zaynes little secret

everyone at akso hospital was aware of zaynes crush on the hunter that came in regularly. yvonne teased zayne about the little smile that seemed to be reserved only for you. greyson, on the other hand, chuckled about zayne, who always twisted his neck to the point of giving himself whiplash whenever you left, as if he had to savor every last second of seeing you.

one day, greyson was feeling particularly brave. he elbowed zayne in the side. „you and that pretty hunter, huh? when are you planning on asking her out?“ 

zayne pushed the glasses up his nose. „I already have.“

yvonne and greyson shared a stunned look. „you have?“, yvonne asked. 

„I have“, zayne gave back sternly. 

„do we have to drag every little crumb of information out of you? tell us everything!“, yvonne exclaimed. 

„there’s not much to tell. it went well.“ 

„look at you, dr. zayne“, greyson said with glee. „getting a girlfriend before all of us.“

„she is, in fact, my wife.“ 

zaynes smile never faded. actually it got bigger when he saw the absolute astonishment in greysons and yvonnes faces. 

[cosmoszyn]

“it’s raining,” zayne says over the phone.

“i’m well aware, zayne. but that does not explain why you called at–” you rub your eyes blearily, clutching your phone against your ear as you prop yourself up on your elbow, glancing at the digital clock, “–almost 2:30 am.”

there was a pause on the other line.

“…zayne?”

“… i just thought of you. that’s all,” he finally replies.

you furrow your brows, “i don’t think the zayne i know would disrupt my sleep over that.”

another silence.

you plop to your mattress, laying supine. your eyelids feeling heavy and your phone slipping from your fingers as the softness of your pillow and duvet warmly engulfs you.

“i think i may be in love with you.”

someone take my phone away before bedtime because whenever i yearn for zayne i end up writing for him!!!!!!!! >:(((

[swanlikely]

Zayne's Love Languages!

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the late upload, had some personal stuff come up, but my zayne girlies must be fed!! Thanks for being patient and understanding, ilysm!!! Check Out The Artist! (Artist & Original Post)

Silence is special: Zayne doesn’t fill space with noise. He doesn’t rush to answer, doesn’t speak unless it matters. But when he’s with you, his quiet isn’t distance: it’s presence. He listens in a way that makes you feel known. He answers you in hums, in looks, in the soft press of fingers against your wrist when he wants you close. And when he does speak, it’s always exactly what you needed to hear.

Care = Love : He notices everything. The faintest crease in your brow, the way your hands tremble when you're overstimulated, the slight hitch in your breath when something’s off. He doesn’t ask “Are you okay?” He just hands you your noise-canceling headphones. Or dims the lights. Or puts a blanket over your shoulders without a word. Every gesture is purposeful, because he never wants to get it wrong with you.

Something sweet for you (always): Zayne has a soft spot for desserts: little candies, pastries, anything warm and sugary. But ever since you came back into his life, he’s started saving the best bites for you. You’ll find them tucked into your bag, left on your desk, set aside with your name written on a sticky note. He doesn’t say why. He just thinks of you, and his first instinct is to give. Because when he thinks of comfort — he thinks of you.

Time bends for you: Zayne’s schedule is brutal. Meetings, surgeries, research. He rarely stops. But if you say you miss him; even offhand, he’ll rearrange everything. Suddenly, he’s at your door. “I had a break,” he’ll lie, even though you know he moved his whole day around. Just for an extra hour with you. Just to sit beside you in silence and breathe a little easier.

Overall: Quality Time (Giving & Receiving)

You’re sitting on the couch, legs tangled, doing nothing in particular — and he looks over at you like it’s the only place he ever wants to be.

“You don’t get bored just... being here with me?” you ask.

Zayne blinks, like the question doesn’t compute.

“No,” he hums softly. “This is what I look forward to.”

[cowgiri]

content warning: foursome (caleb + sylus + zayne + reader)

the air was tainted with the scent of sex and thick with arousal. the slick and lewd sounds of caleb's tongue lapping at your cunt flooded the room. his lips sealed tight against your clit as his fingers thrusted deep into you. it was simply too much, the pleasure was almost painful. but there was no escape, not with the full nelson that sylus had you folded into, his tight grip spreading you wider, if even possible. his thick cock eased into your tight virgin ass, the burning stretch teetered between a thin line of pleasure and pain. tears brimmed your vision, it was too much. too good. too intense.

"look at you taking it like such a good girl," zayne cooed as his lips brushed against your ear, his eyes transfixed on caleb’s tongue and sylus' thrusting cock. he bit your earlobe, tugging it gently, sending a sharp zing through your body. he tilted your chin up, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. you let out a sharp whimper against his lips. you could feel yourself edging closer and closer, the pressure building until it became almost too much to bear.

"not yet, kitten," sylus breathed huskily into your ear as you let out a choked moan. he pulled back out of your tight hole before slamming back in roughly, making you jolt forward. a gasp escaped from your lips as caleb's fingers were replaced by his heavy cock. the stretch was almost unbearably delicious, your inner walls fluttering as he thrusted deep and hard. his hips rolled with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly against your skin. your walls fluttered at the sensation, you could feel your body quickly barreling towards an orgasm. zayne's fingers trailed down the crevice of your abdomen before landing on your clit and pinching it, his mouth never leaving yours.

your vision blurred with an intensity you'd never felt before, leaving you a sobbing wreck against zaynes lips. your body twitched as they continued to pump into you, chasing their own release. you could feel each and every rope of caleb's cum hitting against the walls of your cunt. his cock pulsed inside of you as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you to the brim.

a sharp groan rang through the room as sylus found his release, his cock pulsating deep within you. another wave of pleasure hit you, a whole new orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you didn't think possible. you were barely able to catch your breath as they slowly pulled out of you, their release pooling on the sheets.

"you're so beautiful when you cum for us," caleb whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

note: can you tell i’m ovulating?

[madamechrissy]

Surprising Zayne at work

Pairings- Zayne x F!reader CW- smut drabble, you decide you need to surprise your boyfriend Zayne at work, by hiding under his desk because you miss him of course! Warnings-blow jobs, teasing, cunnlingus, ovulation talk hehe

"Honey..." Zayne's murmuring as you sit right under his desk, taking his thick length in your mouth, his brows together in worry as his huge hands grip your hair, just a little too harshly for a moment, only earning your moan. "You're such a ... troublemaker..."

You would giggle but you're far too busy sucking him down, feeling his cock pulse as you race your tongue on the ridge of his tip. Your cunt is eager and dripping when someone walks into the office, Zayne shoves you off as you curl up, and he clears his throat, trying to act professional. "Yes, what is it?"

Zayne can barely hear what the nurse says while you're flicking your damn tongue on his tip, he damn near whimpers how dare you do this right now. He's firmly planning on giving you quite the punishment, his hand yanking on your hair, so hard the nurse hears your yelp.

Shit.

"Is everything okay Dr. Zayne?" She asks, Zayne clears his throat, trying to bite back his moan, a hand rushing through his disheveled dark hair now.

"Everything is quite alright, was there something e-else?" The nurse blinks as the very practical Dr. Zayne is blushing across his cheeks, curious for just a moment, not realizing his cock is being swallowed down your tight little throat.

"No, that was it. Thank you." She shuts the door with a resounding click, and Zayne finally lets out his moan, before looking down at your pretty eyes, glaring at you with pretty brown eyes, you can't keep the cockdrunk grin off your face, tummy clenching with excitement.

"You're always getting me into trouble, I swear, get up here. Now." At his quiet command you pull back with a loud suctioned pop, precum coating your tongue, you gasp when he turns you and bends you over, shoving up your skirt.

"Please..." You're arching your ass, making him lose his mind.

"Are you going to be a good girl, or will you continue this behavior? Hmm?" He gently smacks your backside now, watching your thighs tremble. "Answer me."

"I just wanted to taste you." You pout now, looking back at him, and he can't ever defend himself against your cute little pout damn it. He sighs, cupping your face.

"We can do this after hours, not at the workplace." You pout more.

"You work too much Zayne. I miss you." He sighs now, kissing you, as he presses you against the desk, a hand slipping to your breast under your blouse, toying with a nipple, you barely bite back your cry.

"I miss you too, think I don't want to go lick your pretty pussy at your job? But I don't do I?"

"Mmm, you could- ah!" He's on his knees now, slipping down your panties hungrily, which are so soaked that they're sticking to your puffy lips, trails of glittery wetness enamoring him, earning his soft moan. "Zayne, please..."

"You should drink more water, to stay hydrated enough for all this soaking mess, love." You're covering your mouth not to scream out loud in his pristine office, as his tongue laps a stripe right up your slit, hot breath tickling as his tastebuds glide along you. "This wet from sucking me, honey?"

"Y-yes, I've been wet all day- mnh!" He's spreading your folds wide, moaning at the sight of your perfect pussy, pressing a precise kiss on it with plump lips.

"That, love, means you're ovulating." He leans up now, turning and lifting you onto his fancy desk, shoving things aside, the movement so sexy you can't take it, as you're clinging to his white lab coat, whining out before he has a hand on your mouth. "Know what ovulation is, don't you?"

He releases his hand now, and you nod, taking a shaky breath. "It means I'm horny as fuck?"

His full lips twitch just a bit, when he's guiding his blushed, drooly tip against your soppy folds now, up and down, hitting your sensitive clit, he watches as your eyes dilate so much they're almost black, as you're whining against your little palm. "No, honey - it means your body is ready to make a baby."

Hehe- first Sylus drabbles now onto Zayne! My next one up is psycho, yan ass Caleb- but he's probably gonna be a longer oneshot lol. I'm dipping my toes into LADS every dayyy hehe

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[seongwars]

more lads dad!au because dad!zayne and dad!caleb beef would be hilarious. spinoff from this drabble

The thing about heart surgeons was that they spent years in medical school, training relentlessly to save lives. But despite Zayne’s expertise, the one thing he couldn’t mend was his four-year-old daughter’s broken heart.

“Elsa, sweetheart, why are you crying?” he asked, crouching to her level as she hiccuped between sniffles.

“Because Archer doesn’t want to be married to me anymore,” Elsa sobbed, rubbing her fists against her red-rimmed eyes. 

“He said he likes Cece.”

Oh. His heart.

His daughter was barely out of preschool, and she was already experiencing the crushing weight of betrayal. While he remained calm on the outside, Zayne was seething on the inside. How dare this boy break his daughter’s heart? Who did he think he was?

“Archer?” 

“Caleb’s son,” you chimed in from the doorway, setting Elsa’s backpack down on its hook.

Oh. It all made sense now.

There were rumors that Caleb had been Mr. Popular back in high school, then again in college, and even at the academy. The kind of guy who could walk into a room and instantly become the center of attention, effortlessly drawing in mobs of adoring fangirls. His son, apparently, had inherited those same infuriatingly charming qualities.

Zayne clenched his jaw. No one, not even another four-year-old, was going to trample on his baby’s feelings and walk away unscathed. He turned back to Elsa, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Zayne said gently, wiping away the last of Elsa’s tears with his thumb. “You don’t need to be married to Archer. You’re the most brilliant, kind, and incredible little girl in the whole world.”

Elsa sniffled. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Now, let me ask you something: does Archer know medical terminology?”

Elsa frowned, thinking hard. “No,” she admitted, shaking her head.

Zayne gasped dramatically. “See? That right there is a red flag, sweetheart. You’re already smarter than him! Do you know how many medical words you know?”

Elsa sniffled again, but a tiny smile started forming. “A lot.”

“That’s right! And what’s the big one you learned last week?”

“Myocardial infarction!”

Zayne’s eyes widened in exaggerated amazement. “That’s incredible! Now, tell me, does Archer know what a myocardial infarction is?”

Your daughter scrunched up her nose, thinking. Then she clapped her hands. “No!”

“Sweetheart, how could you possibly be married to someone who doesn’t even know what that is?”

Elsa giggled, wiping at her damp cheeks.

“What other big words do you know?” Zayne encouraged, leaning in.

She tapped a finger against her chin before her face lit up. “Hippocampus!”

“That’s my girl!” Zayne grinned, nodding approvingly. “Anything else?”

Elsa’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Gluteus maximus!”

She giggled so hard at the meaning of gluteus maximus that she nearly toppled over, but Zayne caught her just in time, lifting her up and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Just minutes ago, she had been devastated over some preschool betrayal, and now she was giggling about medical jargon like the brilliant little girl she was.

It was far better than pining over a boy who didn’t even know what a myocardial infarction was.

☾⋆

“Hey, I saw Zayne today at drop-off, and he was squinting at me the whole time,” Caleb said, pulling Eden out of his high chair.

“Huh. Did he have his glasses on?” his wife asked, refilling Stella’s sippy cup. 

Caleb furrowed his brow. “Now that I think about it…no, he didn’t. Oh! That makes so much sense! I waved at him, like, three times, but he just kept squinting. Poor guy was probably struggling to see without them.”

Cece - Sylus' daughter Eden & Stella - Caleb's twins

[allthingsraeee]

thinking about early morning cuddles with zayne and he soothes you back to sleep before getting ready for work. ❄️🩵

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you gently stir awake when you hear his alarm go off, and you let out a low whine when he attempts to exit the bed. to stop him, you sleepily wrap your arms around him. he breathes out a soft, barely-audible laugh and stops his escape, only reaching towards the alarm clock to shut it off. "i have to be at the hospital early today, remember?"

"stay..." you mumble into his chest without opening your eyes. "you should also have a day off."

"you have a few days off because you got injured during yesterday's mission. i still have to work today," he says, then brings a hand up to comfortingly stroke your cheek. "there's an operation at ten o'clock, then i have a few meetings. once i'm done for the day, i'll immediately come home to be with you. i promise."

you understand, but you still don't want to let zayne go. seeing this, he uses his other hand to soothingly rub up and down your back, placing a small kiss on top of your head in the process. "you're still very tired, miss hunter," he says. "i can stay until you fall asleep again."

at that, you open eyes to look at him, doing your best to blink away the sleepiness. "don't wanna," you mutter. "i'd rather just help you get ready for work. my injury isn't even that bad, and captain jenna—"

"shhh..." zayne's soft shushing silences your protests, and he kisses your head again as he adjusts his arms around you to hold you more securely. "it's important that you rest." he makes sure that you're cozy underneath the covers, then goes back to rubbing your back. "it's okay for linkon's best hunter to take time to recover."

when he drops feather-light kisses on your forehead, your eyes flutter shut as you release a content hum. "mmm, you're trying to make me sleepy on purpose."

though your eyes are closed, a part of you can see zayne's small, victorious smirk. between him rubbing your back, the feeling of his soft lips, and the sound of his hushed voice falling on your ears, you're drifting off to sleep again within minutes.

once your breathing steadies, zayne takes a couple more minutes to watch your peaceful form, and he lightly strokes your cheek one more time. "sleep well, my love. i'll be back later." he whispers. without waking you again, he separates himself from you and quietly prepares to go to work.

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note: omg zayne's secret times have me falling asleep fast every single night. sudden rain is soooo lovely. i adore his voice. ❄️🩵

[lotusteabag]

the morning slips in without ceremony—a gentle light spilling across your shared sheets, touching the edge of zayne's jaw where the shadow of sleep still lingers. he doesn't move when you shift beside him. doesn't flinch when you lean up on one elbow and comb a hand through your own hair, already planning out the day. the world is quiet—no beeping pagers, no calls from the hospital, no alerts from the hunter's watch. just you, him, and a sunday soft enough to make even him linger.

you stretch. a satisfied sigh leaves your mouth as you sit uptight, reaching toward the drawer. "alright. i'm up."

a low hum answers you—not quite a word, more a vibration from the man still half-buried in your pillow. zayne turns his head, eyes cracked just enough to watch you through a slit of dark lashes.

he doesn't smile. not really. but there's that glint—a soft mockery wrapped in tenderness—as his hand snakes out from under the covers to curl around your wrist and pull you back into bed.

"ten more minutes," he murmurs, voice hoarse with sleep. his fingers slide down to interlace with yours against the sheets. "you owe me."

you scoff. "for what?"

"for waking up first every other day this week," he replies without hesitation, tugging you until your shoulder meets his chest. "before either of our alarms, i might add. and then for starting conversations before i've made peace with being conscious."

you laugh, helpless against the heat of him, the weight of his arm draped lazily over your waist now, holding you there like he's rescheduling the entire morning with that single action.

"and here i thought dr. li liked being up early."

"i like routines," he says, lips brushing against the top of your head. "doesn't mean i like getting out of bed. not when you're here."

there's a beat—just breath and heartbeat. a small sigh fans across your temple.

"i'll get up in ten."

"you said that ten minutes ago."

zayne lifts a brow, eyes now open properly. "exactly. i'm nothing if not consistent."

you roll your eyes. he kisses your cheek.

and you stay—partly because he asked, mostly because he's still got your hand and no plans of letting go.

[syluslvrgirl]

butler!zayne

note: butler!zayne and fem!reader, heavily inspired by cat zayne in his outfit! a soft drabble because the zayne girlies (me included) deserve it T-T

butler!zayne calls you "princess" or "miss" and tends to your every need, definitely a very 'your wish is my command' type. he lives to serve you and make you happy, always waiting on you hand and foot. half the time you don’t even need to call for him if you need help, it’s like his butler senses tingle right when you need him and he’s in front of you within seconds.

butler!zayne who despite only being a few years older than you is always scolding you for putting yourself in dangerous situations or getting hurt, but he will always patch you up no matter what. he’s soothing you as he puts antiseptic on your cuts or icing your sprains.

butler!zayne who will use his evol for you during the summer so you'll always be able to keep cool. your neck is feeling too warm? a large snowball coming up! and yes he’s still trying to learn how he can keep his evol on constant so he can be your personal ac (not just because you said you’d latch onto him all summer if he could do that)

butler!zayne is the first to congratulate you on any big achievement; bringing you flowers, a sweet treat, whatever else your heart desires! he’s pulling you into a side hug, taking lots of photos and telling you “congratulations sweetheart I’m so proud of you”.

butler!zayne who held you and stroked your hair when that ugly behemoth of a man ripped your heart to shreds. telling you that man never deserved you and he vows to protect you and your heart. so when that same man appears in front of you, looking scared shitless, sweating buckets, profusely apologising and saying he didn't deserve you, you have a little inkling that zayne must've done something.

butler!zayne despite denying what he may or may not have done in order to get that man to apologise to you, only smiles and offers you a pat on the head as you're trying to pester him about it. all he answers is "don't worry about it". that man would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness.

butler!zayne whose love language is very clearly acts of service and doting words of affirmations, but he wishes you would understand that and see past the fact that he's your butler!! these acts of services' may be part of his job but he does it with love because he's doing it for you.

so butler!zayne is absolutely thrilled when you finally reciprocate his feelings. you tell him how much you've fallen for him, all that he's done for you and how he's always been there for you no matter what. the way you're slightly blushing and avoiding his eyes, pulls at zayne's heartstrings and he can't help but pull you into a big hug, telling you that he's been waiting so long for this and that you've made him the happiest man in the world. plus he knows he's already won your parents over with the amount of times they talk about how they wouldn't mind zayne being the one you settle down with, since he's just so good at taking care of you and the perfect son-in law.

[fawnistry]

ᥫ᭡ dead dove: do not eat.

content warnings: noncon/dubcon, medical experimentation, forced arousal, body betrayal, sensory manipulation,  physical restraint, pain-play, overstimulation, forced orgasms

▷ preview: zayne is a morally bankrupt scientist testing a new aphrodisiac drug, and you are his unwilling subject.

the cold metal table bites into your bare skin as you struggle against the restraints. zayne watches, his dark eyes gleaming behind those round glasses, fingers tapping against his clipboard.

"subject 47," he murmurs, voice smooth as poison. "let’s see how you handle this."

the syringe glints under the harsh lab lights, the unknown liquid inside a sickly, iridescent pink.

"new formula," he explains, almost conversational. "designed to amplify nerve sensitivity by… oh, about 300%." the needle slides into your arm before you can scream. "side effects include—" he pushes the plunger, and the burn floods your veins, "—inescapable arousal."

you gasp as the heat spreads, your body betraying you instantly. every brush of air against your skin feels like a tongue, every shift of fabric like fingers dragging too hard. zayne smirks, pulling out a recorder.

"subject exhibits rapid onset of symptoms: dilated pupils, increased heart rate, flushed skin." his gloved hand skates up your inner thigh, and you jerk, a whimper tearing from your throat. "ah, and heightened sensitivity to touch. excellent."

you beg him to stop, but he only tilts his head, amused. "scream all you want. no one can hear you down here." his fingers dip between your legs, and you sob—the contact is agony, pleasure, too much, not enough.

"fascinating," he murmurs, watching your hips buck involuntarily. "the drug seems to override conscious resistance." he circles your clit with clinical precision, scribbling notes as you writhe. "tell me, does it feel good? or does it just feel inescapable?"

you can’t answer, your mind fraying under the onslaught. he adds another layer—a blindfold, noise-cancelling headphones—plunging you into darkness, where the only sensations are his hands and the drug’s cruel insistence.

"let’s test pain thresholds," he muses, and then his teeth sink into your shoulder. you arch, a scream locked in your chest as pleasure-pain blurs into white-hot need.his fingers push inside you, fucking you with brutal efficiency.

"vocalizations increase with penetration—interesting."

his grip on your hips is bruising, his pace relentless. you come without permission, your body seizing as he hums approvingly. "orgasm achieved in under three minutes. dosage may need adjustment."

but he doesn’t stop. he unzips his pants with one hand, still jotting notes like you’re nothing more than data between his brutal thrusts. your body convulsing with unbearably pleasure as his heavy cock kisses the walls of your soaked cunt. 

when he finally unplugs your ears, your voice is raw from screaming. he just smiles, wiping his hands on a towel. "wonderful results. we’ll continue tomorrow." the door clicks shut, leaving you trembling, aching, and already dreading the next experiment.

[bronzealchemy]

zayne never let anyone get close. when you came along, it didn’t take you long to put cracks into his ever so high walls. you teased him, made him smile and against all odds, he fell for you. you were friends, for a long time, and your teasing never stopped. it was as if you had a mission to make him blush – a mission, you never once failed. „you want to kiss me so bad“, you teased him, grinning wide. „you want to kiss me so bad, you can’t think of anything else.“

„I do“, he stated matter of factly. you kept jumping, until you really grasped what he said. you stood completely still, while he raised his hands to capture your face. softly he stroked your cheeks. „I never thought I'd see the day when words would fail you.“ it was the last thing he said before he closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you until you were utterly breathless.

[cosmoszyn]

thinking about prince!zayne who is regarded as the highest scholar of the academy, contributing miles and miles of favorable studies in the medical field of the kingdom despite being a mere student, insofar as mentors acknowledging his wisdom and graces.

except for you.

it was a known fact that when the two of you were placed in the same classroom together in the academy, debates would occur. the back and forth would last for hours, despite the protests from your fellow students. unfortunately for them, the mentors would find your arguments rather amusing and would even pose several questions to trigger even more dispute between the two of you.

however, for zayne, arguing with you felt too troublesome. your stubbornness allowed you to never concede nor recognize his opinions. while you, on the other hand, refuse to let him feel that he has the leverage over you.

due to the heated discussions being the talk of the academy, the news was delivered to the elder.

leading you to your current predicament.

"i demand that you sleep on the floor."

"i refuse. i will never let your royal status get in the way of my nightly comfort and rest," you scoff, crossing your arms against your chest and looking away.

the elder proposed a research over exotic plants in pairs, but the catch is she would be the one to assign the partners and the plants involved.

and you knew in that moment that she schemed to have you by pair with him.

"i did not use my royal status to have you sleep on the floor," zayne argued.

"you demanded," you replied.

"demanded is rather different from commanding you to do so. i assume you'd know the difference since you've buried your nose in books all day."

you gasp at him in outrage, "you overbearing prince!"

he rolls his eyes at you before plopping down at the queen-sized mattress, "should you change your mind about sleeping on the floor, then i'd be more than glad to serve you your pillows and the curtain as your blanket," he replies in his usual flat tone, and yet you could tell the sarcasm lacing his tongue.

zayne fluffs the pillow behind him with his one hand as the other places his glasses on the bedside table.

"as if i'd let you hog the comforts of the bed!" you cry, tossing yourself over the bed and forcefully pulling the blanket away from him to drape it over yourself.

zayne clicks his tongue in annoyance, tugging the other end of the blanket to him, "you are such a nuisance," he comments.

"why, i am grateful to receive such high praise from the prince. i could say the same thing to you," you shoot back with a forceful grip on the cloth.

"strange, i have never received that compliment before from other people," zayne replies, continuing his strong grasp.

"well perhaps, you should talk to other people apart from your servants," you proclaim. and those are the last words that tumble out of your mouth before zayne vigorously heaves the blanket and you to his side, effectively bringing your body to his corner of the bed with a yelp.

a beat of silence engulfed the room.

your chest drapes over his lap while your left hand remains on the cushion beside his thigh, propping yourself up and the right resting on his knee. you could feel your cheeks heating up and your heart picking up its pace.

suddenly, a whirlwind of emotions surges in you. you hastily removed yourself from his body to apologize, because after all, he is still a prince. but before you could turn to him and profusely explain, perhaps even blame him, the gleam from the moon trickling through the sheer curtains of the floor to ceiling windows caught your attention.

it's the full moon.

shit.

you'd be hearing your soulmate's thoughts in no time.

"i could still feel her heartbeat against my skin."

"oh dear heavens this prince is going to behead me!"

you both slowly fixate your gaze to each other.

"fuck."

mweheheh anyone down for an academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, soulmates and fantasy/royalty au prince!zayne? >:))

update: part 2 here! part 3 here!

[inkedinshadows]

8 with Dr Zaynie 👀👀👀

It's acc canon in the new story branch

Plushies

Pairing: Zayne x reader

A/N: finally done with this one! Hopefully I did my husband justice🤭

Word count: 436

Warnings: none

8 - giving them unabashed heart eyes when they do something cute and getting caught

Zayne would come with you to Twinkle Toys anytime you asked, but he never really understood how you could be so into plushies.

You were an adult, a skilled hunter who could take out dangerous Wanderers with little effort, yet you'd lose your mind whenever you spotted a new plushie in the claw machine.

Two shelves above the bed were already filled with the little stuffed animals, but some were scattered throughout the house. A few had taken up residence on the couch, while another sat on the small table in the foyer. To guard the door, you had said, so the house would always be safe.

Zayne had stopped questioning it by now.

It was adorable, honestly, to know that you could still enjoy the little things.

He watched you climb onto the bed to place your latest conquest next to the others on the shelf. If one of them fell on your heads during the night, he wouldn't be surprised.

Even though he'd seen you do this dozens of times, Zayne stood close, ready to catch you just in case you lost your balance.

“There you go, Mister P,” you said once you were done, patting the plushie's head. “Welcome to your new home.”

“Mister P?” Zayne repeated.

Every plushie had a name. They needed to have one to be happy.

Would you be happy if people just addressed you as “human”? It's the same for them, Zayne.

He couldn't argue with that logic.

“The P stands for Polly,” you explained, readjusting the other plushies on the shelf. “Polly the Polar Bear.”

Zayne shook his head, a faint smile on his lips.

Satisfied with your work, you finally turned around. You watched him for a moment, then smiled.

“I like it when you look at me like that,” you said.

“Like what?”

You reached out your hands to him, and he immediately took them. But instead of stepping down from the bed, you held on and hopped off it.

You landed right in his arms with an innocent expression. His held you close, hands settling around your waist.

“Like I'm the only girl in the world,” you finally answered. “Like I'm something precious, something you're madly, deeply in love with.”

He pulled you flush against him, his face just a hairbreadth from yours.

“But I am,” he said quietly. “I am in love with you, and you are precious.”

You smiled. “I love you too, Dr. Zayne. Even more than my plushies.”

Zayne laughed softly. “I'm not sure I believe that.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he kissed you before you could.

[cynireth-thorne]

『Moonlit Gaze』

❀⊱ Pairing: Zayne x Reader (afab)

❀⊱ Summary: Brief moment of intimacy with Zayne making up for being apart.

❀⊱ Tags: Established relationship, Smut

A/N: So, I needed to get this off my brain. It's been literally years since I wrote something that's why I kept it short.

NSFW Under the cut minors do not interact please

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From the start of your relationship, both of you knew that being together wouldn't be easy. Your busy schedules make spending quality time very difficult so you make the most of every moment you have, which is how you find in your current situation with Zayne on top of you pressing your legs to your chest by the back of your knees as he relentlessly pumps himself in and out of you.

By this point you have no idea how long its been or how many orgasms he has pulled from you, all you know is that it's the best thing you could have hoped for after such a long week of not seeing each other, and now in the dim light of your bedroom you find yourself drunk on the feeling of being full of him, the fain moonlight illuminating just enough to discern his features above you and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room.

It's too much, the delicious stretch of his cock entering you over and over again, while each time his trimmed pelvis rubs against your puffy clit, the sensation slowly building your next orgasm as that familiar tension settles in your lower abdomen you feel your eyes instinctively close. He removes one of his hands from the back of your leg to gently grab your face, slightly pressing on your cheeks just enough to get your attention back on him.

"Tired? I'm still not done making up for not seeing you this week, now be good and keep your eyes on me"

Yes, his high libido might be the death of you.

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[sylusdarling]

Self aware Zayne feeling helpless as he watches you from behind the screen as you’re sick. He watches you as you lay in bed sniffling and sneezing, even perhaps throwing up knowing he can’t do anything to help you. He wants nothing more than to cradle you in his arms and nurse you back to health but all he can do is send you an in game text message.

“Make sure to rest. Your health is the most important to me.”

[umamaki]

zayne is absolutely decked out in piercings and i will die on that hill.

he, caleb, and you had all gone to get your ears pierced together once you were old enough.

of course, zayne took one for the team and got pierced first. you and caleb made a scene about being scared lol

anyways, this is just the beginning. after that, he had went and gotten more by himself during undergrad and such.

reason 1 is because of how many compliments you would give to him on his piercings, coming up to him saying "y'know this piercing would suit you soo well..." and how could he deny you when you looked so sweet asking him, when you'd shower him with so much attention afterwards?

and reason 2 is because having multiple piercings was a reminder for him to take care of himself amongst everything else going on. he works really hard, consuming most of his time with taking care of other people, which then causes him to unconsciously neglect his own needs. with his piercings though, he has to constantly remember to cleanse them twice a day with solution, soak them, to not sleep on his side, and whatnot.

for the piercings themselves, i really love to imagine how he'd look with a lip ring, but zayne is lowkey the type not to get one because of the damage it would do to his teeth and gums. rip to my tongue piercing zayne fantasies too..

the only face piercing he has is the eyebrow piercing on his left brow.

he has a bunch on his ears though. 2 on his lobes, a few helixes going up the side, perhaps an industrial on his right ear? 🫣

ouu on his left ear he would connect his second lobe to his helix with a chain. kinda like that one in-game earring set.

getting nsfw... zayne totally has some slutty nipple piercings. they are visible through his workout clothes. and he has a singular jacobs ladder piercing on the underside of his dick. he was originally supposed to get two but he chickened out because of the pain lol. so now he's keeping it simple and classy.

all of his piercings impressively fully healed really quickly, so whenever he's at the hospital or other professional environments he takes all his above-the-neck piercings out and replaces them with clear ones. which is JUST as if not more attractive imo.

i think eventually he would start to stretch his ear lobes, probably just up to an 8g and that is enough for him. not too big but enough for it to be noticeable.

but yes moral of the story zayne is a big jewelry guy and everyone is a fan.

NOTE not really x reader, probz out of character but isn't it nice to fantasize 😌 i wanna write this for all the li's at one point but it will take me a while... shoutout @capitnos for putting up with me through this