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Zayne woke up and chose rizz.

Good morning everyone... Today I woke up in F E A R

*Blushes Profusely*

i have no one to share this with so

out of context tutorial screenshots 😮‍💨

at 51 pity, pulling for Sylus this time cause raphie's b'day is coming soon and I'll pull for the fishie then.

update: I got zayne insteaddddd😅😅😅

Love and deepspace hcs!☆

Characters: Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

C/w: none! Fluffy head canons for the main love interests in game!

A/n: hi guys! It’s been quite a long time :) i hope everyone has been doing well! Recently I’ve been obsessed with this game, the graphics and art is so good..hope you all enjoy!

Rafayel;

Apart from being sassy, deep down Rafayel loves your company. You’re the only one who stands him, despite his “bratty humor”, and more so how he wants to be your center of attention 100% of the time

Rafayel adores aquarium dates, or ones that involve his art, like an art exhibit that he meticulously prepared with his entire being. He thinks you’re cute whenever you point at one of his paintings; the same one that he dedicated for you

The only thing he expects from you the most is your time and dedication like said before, although, he loves it when you buy him things like fruits or ocean-themed plushies (even if he doesn’t admit to having 5 plushies on his bed)

Rafayel will definitely tease you by saying he didn’t get you anything when he’s not even trying to hide the jewelry box behind his back. Which in fact, is filled with family heirlooms and things like jellyfish inspired earrings or a whale bracelet..he intends in marrying you one day so it means a lot to him how you accept it!

Has the most exclusive nicknames for you, like his flower, the shine of his eyes, his ocean pearl..they’re mostly related sea terms but nothing out of the ordinary.

Xavier;

Always has a spare set of pijamas whenever you come over to stay during the night. Sometimes, he’ll match with you while in others, Xavier wears little clothing if it’s a hot summer night

His favorite type of dates is going to the observatory during a cold night, especially if he gets to share a blanket under the stars with you

Xavier is more of a simple guy, he doesn’t like over the top expensive gifts and would prefer things like flowers, a new bedsheet set, plushies…

However, when it comes to gift you things, Xavier would do anything (even if it was impossible to do so) like bringing down a star from the night sky for you. He opts in giving you a star/sun necklace that matched with his moon one

Xavier isn’t used to calling you his, although it’s cute whenever he gets shy, holding your hand while walking under the stars whenever he gets the chance to do so. But his favorite nickname is “his star”

Zayne;

Even with his busy schedule, Zayne makes time for you, or invites you to spend lunch with him. After all, he was pleased to see you smile while interacting with the restaurant’s cat.

He loves outdoor dates since he’s cooped up in an office most of his time, although Zayne wouldn’t mind inviting you to a restaurant or going to an arcade during the afternoon

Zayne loves to give you jewelry, simple things like charms for your bracelet or rings that end up matching with his and he will never ask for anything back. He actually dislikes seeing you spend money for him, after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to spoil his beloved

Even if he hates it when you spend money on him, Zayne is fond of flowers and keeps some in his home. You also buy him a phone case with a small cat design because his phone is in need of one.

Loves calling you his beloved, even more behind closed doors. Nicknames like my love, dearest, darling are his favorites for you

New Beginnings

Characters: Zayne/fem!reader

C/w: 1.4k! (Read at your own risk, meant for +18) mentions of breeding, married life, somewhat graphic descriptions of sex. Zayne wants to be a father although he doesn't admit it..he just wants to get you knocked up.

A/n: Finished writing this instead of my english essay because... There's also a Rafayel fanfic in the making so stay tuned for more <33

“Zayne? It’s 1am, you still haven’t come back to bed..” I said, leaning against the door frame as he sighed, typing away on his computer while passing a hand across his hair, trying to calm himself down. 

“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll be there”

“That’s what you said an hour ago..you’re tiring and exhausting yourself to the point of death at this point” Zayne sighed, closing his laptop and getting up from his desk chair, walking towards me with a soft grin trying to comfort me. 

“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, hugging my waist as we walked towards our shared bedroom. Ever since we got married, Zayne has gotten more work than usual piled up on his desk every time I go to visit him at work. It worries me that he’s overworking himself because of money, which hasn’t been an issue at all given he’s a doctor and works in a very respected hospital. But what other reason might it be? I laid in our shared bed, feeling myself drift away to sleep when suddenly, Zayne wrapped his arms around my waist. 

“Mhm, thank you” I replied, snuggling up to him while caressing his soft dark strands of hair that fell on his face, smiling. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t quite grasp as Zayne kissed me goodnight. I couldn’t help but stay awake for a few minutes, looking at the city lights by the window and back at Zayne’s sleeping form beside me.

Woken up by the sound of something crashing from the kitchen, I got out of bed with a small yawn, walking down the corridor of our lovely home to see Zayne had a mess of pancake batter all over his “kiss the cook” apron while sighing in annoyance before turning towards me.

“There’s shards of glass on the floor..please, be careful” I nod, grabbing a broom from the closet room and coming back to see Zayne was picking up the broken pieces from the floor. I suddenly stepped in one while trying to hand him the broom which made him look at me with worry, I try not to cry as he can clearly see the tears pricking my eyes.

“I’m fine I swear..” Without a second thought, he quickly lifted me onto the kitchen counter, carefully yet skillfully removing the glass from my foot as Zayne chuckled.

“Having you like this, reminds me of our honeymoon. Remember when-” I stopped Zayne by placing a hand over his mouth, trying to not remember that day where he fucked me into oblivion in our hotel’s kitchen island, right before breakfeast too.

“Why must you always make me remember? It’s like you’re hinting at wanting kitchen sex right now..” A chuckle left his lips as Zayne’s body inched closer, his hands grabbing my waist gently, kissing my neck while whispering sweet words that had me falling into his desire.

“Because, shouldn’t being a husband imply taking care of his wife’s desires as their own? Is it too bad that I want to be greedy with you for a few moments?”His hands began to trail under my nightgown and towards my chest as he began to rub my nipples, making me whine while kissing him.

“Alright, fine. Just seeing you in this apron alone made me feel things, did you do it on purpose?” I asked half jokingly as Zayne kissed my shoulder before taking off my nightgown, leaving me naked on the counter while grinning ear to ear.

“Perhaps, although now I see what you’ve been meaning to hide all this time; you’re trying to rile me up, and it’s working” He then kissed me, taking his sweet time to stroke my clit, agonizingly slow, teasing me as I whined into his mouth. Zayne didn’t take this lightly and spread my legs apart in a second. 

“And to think this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t break the glass measuring vase today” I added, gazing over at Zayne who kneeled towards my pussy, blowing on it gently before sucking on it. I gasped as his tongue did wonders, had I really forgotten of that day, or was I too fucked out of my brains to remember? Possibly the latter. He suddenly grabbed my thighs, massaging them in a way that made my cunt drip with more arousal than before. Of course, I was impatient, so I grabbed Zayne’s hair, pulling him upwards as he got the message.

“Maybe it was fate or clumsiness on my behalf, at least we’re making something out of this.” He spoke, yet I was too focused on how quickly he was to take off his pants, making me wonder why the hell was he wearing work pants so early in the morning. Nonetheless, all my thoughts vanished out the window as soon as I saw his cock. It wasn’t less than average or more, slightly curved and girthy, the type that never wants to let go once he’s had a taste..that..is the man I married, and the man he will always be. The small but noticeable vein on the side made me drool as he stroked himself a few times before prodding at my entrance. 

“Please, don’t make me wait longer, my love” 

“I thought, you weren’t the type to beg for something, it seems there’s a first for everything after all” Pushing my hips to meet his cock, Zayne grabbed them harshly, not enough to leave a bruise but enough to put me in my place as he smiled. The moment he thrusted inside, I threw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure Zayne was giving me at the moment. My hand found Zayne’s shoulder as he continued to pound at my dripping pussy. He let out a sharp groan as he finally reached my g-spot, making me let out a breathy moan while speeding up.

“Is this what you- hah wanted all along? For me to breed you? Make you carry our child? Answer me.” Zayne’s voice dropped to that soft and warm yet firm tone I always loved. Without any doubt, I answered almost eagerly.

“Y-yes..! Oh fuck~!” I sobbed due to the stimulation he gave me, in a hazy rush, Zayne grabbed my thighs, thrusting sharply yet deeply, enough to make me crave more.

“You’d be such a good mom, look at you, all needy and willing for me. I can’t wait to expand our family with you” He said, panting afterwards as he unexpectedly came inside rather quickly than normal. Pulling his cock away from my puffy cunt almost regretting his decision not long before seeing his cum leak down with a faint smile on his face.

“Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel.'' I nod, smiling at his gentleness as he comes back to clean me up. Zayne’s lips met mine as a ‘thank you’ from my behalf for being so kind and sweet as always. We eventually got dressed once again as I looked at my husband through the mirror of our bedroom, walking downstairs as I stared at the kitchen momentarily.

“So..what are we going to do about breakfast?” I asked, causing him to laugh while he grabbed both the house and car keys as we exited the front door.

“I know of a brunch place that just opened up nearby, perhaps we could give it a try today”

Some weeks later, I started feeling sick and began vomiting sometimes during the morning. I had a feeling it was because I was pregnant, however, my husband wanted to run some tests for me in the clinic near the hospital he worked at, “just to be sure” his words not mine. At the end of the day, I returned home waiting for the results to come back as I heard the front door open. Zayne tried little to hide the smile on his face as he handed me the envelope from the clinic

“I don’t need to read the letter at this point with the way you’re smiling at me” I teased, opening it up to show that I was indeed 3 weeks pregnant with his child. Zayne hugged me briefly before kissing my lips ever so softly.

“I promise to be the best father for our child, thank you for allowing me to have the blessing to start a family the day we got married, I love you.” He spoke, tear-eyed as I hugged him back, crying happily onto his chest.

“I love you too..I’ll never regret marrying the man that treats me like a queen and makes sure I have everything I need.” 

In another life, perhaps

Characters: Love and deepspace boys x gn!reader

C/w: Angst, events in which the boys remember a specific memory with you before returning to the reality. Reader calls Rafayel “Raf” for short and he calls them his beloved. First person pov !

A/n: I’ve never almost written angst before so 😭 I’m in the making of a few love and deepspace fanfics so..we’ll see <3

Xavier

It was the first time I’d see him cry. Xavier’s tears ran down his cheeks while looking up at the stratosphere. The stars seemed to shine bright for him, as Xavier turned towards me, he held my hand close to his chest where his heartbeat was. Almost as if he didn’t want to let go, I then looked up at the same starry sky that he was staring at a few moments ago. A shooting star appeared suddenly, my eyes never leaving it as I spoke.

“Did you make a wish?” I inquired, wiping his tears away while watching as he drew me closer.

“Yes, of course I did”

“What did you wish for?” His eyes were glossy as Xavier responded, brushing stray hairs away from my face.

“I wished..to have you by my side, always.” I chuckled, hitting his chest slightly as Xavier watched with an amused face.

“You’re so silly! Of course I’m going to be here forever, do you ever doubt it?” More tears streamed down his face, sitting close to the gravestone while placing some white lilies, whispering his final goodbyes

“Promises don’t last forever after all..but I’ll be waiting somewhere, if the stars allow us to meet again”

Rafayel

“Why are you crying Raf?” I asked, brushing some tears away from his face. Rafayel was pouting slightly as he kept me close, waves crashing against the shore, the only sound surrounding us.

“Who said I was crying?” He spoke, voice cracking as evidence of what he felt at the moment. My hands took hold of his shoulders, leaning against his chest while Rafayel looked at the many seashells that washed up from the current waves. I then grab his chin, pulling him down to see his eyes a bit red from all the crying.

“Your eyes say otherwise, Rafayel. Tell me, what troubles you?” Rafayel then pressed up a conch shell against my ear, allowing me to hear the sounds of the ocean while falling asleep on his shoulder. Waking up minutes later to see that I was still in his arms, a vice grip around my waist supported my body up, almost as if he was afraid of losing me.

“I don’t want to ever forget you, please, stay” My gaze falls upon the necklace around my neck, taking it off and wrapping it around Rafayel’s while smiling

“I’m not going anywhere Raf, I’m sure of that. '' The water felt cold around Rafayel’s body as he submerged himself in the depths of the ocean, trying to keep the memory of them alive, holding the necklace around him softly while staring into the vast sea.

“If only I hadn’t let you go, my beloved”

Zayne

Watching the northern lights while Zayne cried was such a rare sight to see. The always stoic doctor had been reduced to nothing but shambles at my presence, I smiled, hoping it would comfort him as Zayne’s body stood beside my own despite the cold.

“Zayne..?” His eyes looked into mine, trying to get a sense of his current reality while I felt my fingertips go cold due to the freezing temperatures.

“Don’t worry about me..but you’re freezing, allow me.” Without even asking for anything, Zayne’s hands intertwined with mine. A small smile made my worries cease a bit while he kissed my now warm hands so tenderly, what did I even do to deserve this type of treatment from him?

“Are you sure? The northern lights are a sight to behold but..” I trailed off, sitting down on one of the chairs Zayne was kind enough to bring for tonight. My hands never seemed to leave his grasp, almost as if he’d never want to let go.

“If you could ask the universe for anything, what would it be?” My sudden question made Zayne’s face light up slightly, looking at me before gazing at the sky and its beautiful spectacular. He took a deep breath before answering.

“I’d ask the universe..for more time; the one thing I didn’t have to save you and now..I’ve lost you once again.” Zayne glanced now at the empty seat beside him that contained the scarf he gifted her, holding back tears while gazing at the nightly sky.

The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆｡°✩

Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.

“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.

There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.

“I wanted to finish this report for work.”

“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”

Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”

“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”

“Ruined?”

“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”

Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”

His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.

“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”

“That’s different.”

“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.

“It is.”

“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.

“Yes.”

Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”

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“Sleep.”

“But—”

“Sleep.”

Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.

“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.

“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”

“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Very.”

Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.

“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”

“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.

“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”

It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.

“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.

“Huh?”

“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.

“And Serotonin.”

Another kiss, lower.

“Oxytocin.”

He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.

“Reduced cortisol.”

Flustered, you grip his arms.

“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.

His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,

“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”

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“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”

You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”

Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”

And by those things, you mean his dramatics.

“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”

Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”

He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”

Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.

“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”

“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”

Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.

Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”

“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”

Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .

Zayne, who had to stop wearing a smartwatch because it would alert him about his heart rate that spiked dangerously everytime he found himself around you.

Rafayel, who's ears turn red from the intensity of his blush whenever you get perhaps a little too close to him, brushing a hand over his arm, your knee knocking his underneath the table, all innocent touches that makes him go red.

Xavier, who's opted to start stuffing his hands into his pockets or hoodies so you wouldn't see how they trembled, or how they ached to hold your own. He can at least keep the fidgeting to himself that way.

₊❏❜ ⋮ FAR FROM DONE ⌒

warings: NSFW - MDI, breeding, mating press

summary: A little 'breeding' session turned into a seemingly never ending night...

characters: Zayne x F!Reader

word count: 291

a/n: so far he's my fav in the game so I had a blast writing for him ♡

ZAYNE - whos eyes quickly found yours as he tried to figure out if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. But judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he knew he was doing a good job. But he wanted you to say it. Needed you to say it.

ZAYNE - who pants “does it feel good, hm? when i fuck you like this my love?”, leaving open mouth kisses along your soft neck. His words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question. He's usually never like this, he knows and so do you. But hes absolutely desperate to know the answer. “feels s-so good.” Your words slur together. the pleasure in your voice caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to pound into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his board shoulders.

ZAYNE - whos the one putting you in the new position. Which angled him deeper, and he knew he was fucking done for. “fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more, like he has been the past time. He felt himself getting tired but he doesn't want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. Breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. You always were for him.

ZAYNE - whos vision went white for a moment. Everything  was blank, as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you, again. The way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline. but he wasn’t done. He's far from done...

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who presses down on your tummy when he's fucking you so you feel just how deep he truly is. his voice husky and deep, warm with a hungry twinge of want reserved just for you. spreads his palms and fingers as wide as they can go, whispering, "feel me there? right here? yeah? that's how deep I am. tell me, can your pretty cunt take it?"

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who forces eye contact, your cheeks squished together between his fingers till you form the prettiest pout for him because, "I need to see how I'm making my pretty girl feel."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 who fucks you over and over again until he's satisfied you won't be able to take anymore, who gingerly presses kiss after kiss to your ankles and calves as he gingerly lowers your legs down from his shoulders, murmuring, "good girl, you were such a good girl for me."

HELP? EXCUSE ME? oh i shall help you unbutton your clothes good sir🤭🤭🤭 (He's like a tired dad who's taking care of mephistus lol)

Zayne: Heartstring Healer

TW: smut, 18+, jealousy, dom!Zayne, sub!MC,

Jealous!Dom!Zayne Headcanons:

Zayne's medical lectures are very important to him, of course, but seeing you at the lecture completely threw him off - for a few reasons, in fact

Firstly, Zayne's whole purpose of getting into Evol medecine as a cardiac surgeon was because of you. He'll never tell anyone, but seeing you made him flustered. He's passionate about his work but seeing the sole reason for his work makes it more personal than he likes. He wants his feelings out of work, but deep down, you're his motivaion for such a rigorous profession

He doesn't look at you during the lecture so he doesn't trip up. He has a public persona to maintain and you are the one person that always makes him trip up, but that doesn't mean he wasn't side-eyeing you from time to time. Due to his many years of loving you from afar, he has mastered looking at you when you don't notice. Hence, why he knew that guy was talking to you during the lecture.

That really made his blood boil. You're his. Not in a you're-an-object-and-have-no-autonomy way but more of a you're-his-best-friend-and-he's-literally-a-surgeon-to-try-and-stop-you-from-continuously-dying-way. He knows loving you is wrong, but he doesn't want to be right.

He loves playing cat-and-mouse with you. Zayne is definiely the type to let you think you have the upper-hand, but you don't. He knows how to chase you and take you by surprise.

Pulling you into his temporary office at the university made him incredibly horny. He loves having you close and pressed up against him, breathless and confused. Of course, he would never do anything you aren't comfortable with, but he likes the game. He would never cause you harm that wasn't asked for

Him asking "Should I be?" when you ask him if he's upset that another guy was talking to you is so dom! Zayne coded

He knows you wouldn't cheat or flirt with anyone else, but a part of him needs that level of reassurance (dom drop is very real and he appreciates you reciprocating his affection)

He looooves when you act like a brat

It activates a part of him that he often suppresses

He's so genle with you, but he knows when to be rough

He wouldn' actually give any other girl any attention besides you, but seeing you a bit jealous gets him going. It makes him feel wanted

He knows he wasn't there for a good portion of your life ater you two went your separate ways, so him askin about your "other patients" comes from a deep, sincere part of himself. He may have tried once or twice to go out with another girl, but knowing about the thousands of lives you two lived together made everyone else seem subpar. But, knowing that you dont remember those lives, he truly would never hold it against you for having dated or "experimented" with other people.

Him saying "you'll be punished" shows how feral he is underneath his composure. He seems like the type of person to bend you over his lap when you "misbehave" and spanks you accordingly. He likely is the type to count out how many he gives you (or make you count them out as an extra layer of punishment)

Part of him wanted to do that in his office at the university for surprising him ( as a "funishment" rather than punishment) to get you riled up, but he knew it would be too much noise. He wouldn't want to embarass you in front of those who had the misfortune of passing by his door

That forehead press is 100% an action he reserves for you, in every life

He wants your closeness, sexual or not. to him, you are peace. You are the calm that he needs.

You guys fucked in that office, no one can change my mind

Before taking you on a walk ouside to see the cherry blossm, he made sure you rode him to completion- for both yours and his pleasure

Definitely let you come first. He's a pleasure dom through and through and would never put you in a compromising position without your permission and would never leave you hanging. He made sure to get as many orgasms from you as possible before finishing on your stomach (he's either a condoms guy or a pull-out method guy, I think in this case he was unprepared for your visit)

This is relatively far into your relatinship with him, hence why he's so willing to fuck in his office and tease you relentlessly, but he still sometimes struggles to be upfront with his emotions

He's used to suppressing them due to Astra, but you will always bring out his emotions, no matter how suppressed

Maybe it's his post nut clarity or the fact that he got to see you for the first time in 2 weeks, but he really wished you could stay.

He'd been wanting to leave this stupid work trip since day 1 and was hoping he could make it through

Really, he's just as lovesick as you

Dom!Zayne is desperate for you in the way that you practically help him breathe again. He misses your teasing and your humor and it is sometimes the only thing that keeps him from cracking under the pressure at work

You make him wonder how he went all those years without his shining light

Dr. Zayne's Apartment

So, I know there isn't much shown of Zayne's apartment in Love and Deepspace as of yet, but there are a couple snippets shown that interest me!

Thank you reddit for supplying the images and the idea to make these headcanons!

Reddit

https://preview.redd.it/i-want-to-see-where-zayne-lives-v0-7szxwxapc6kc1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=532f86a5d559e6ba4385f1bcc096f

Reddit

https://preview.redd.it/i-want-to-see-where-zayne-lives-v0-9f8gru22kcic1.jpeg?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=249ded73322a9586e9eec0b01ea

OKAY, SO

we know Zayne is a simple guy

let's be honest, he more than likely lives in the office than his actual residence

so I think his minimalism reflects that a bit. In his office we can see work piles put in order but it still looks more lived in

it definitely does now that you go in there and nap on the couch (he always makes sure there is a blanket and a pillow)

but his actual apartment is very clean, sterile, honestly

he knows how to decorate, he just doesn't

he's a doctor...the man has $$$, so you know he has some very expenive items in his apartment

he prefers to spend time at your place because he finds it homey, but on the occasion you guys do spend time at his place, he moves things around

he won't admit it, but when he is anticipating your arrival, he does more around the place

it's no longer just work , sleep, and repeat

he gets out the wine glasses he bought 2 years ago and hasn't used

he cooks that recipe he's had tabbed for months

he lays a blanket for when you inevitably get cold

Zayne is the type to really make an effort to make you comfortable

He knows it's not your home (yet *wink*), but he wants to create a comforting environment

to him, his apartment is a place that he goes when he's not at work

to you, it's a home away from home

and he wants it to be that way

he'll decorate for the holidays if you say his place is too dreary

he'll take your opinion into account if you say he should get flowers to liven up the dining area

he definitely has plants, but he's more fond of Monsteras and and Jasmine, but if you say peonies would be a nice addition, he's running to the florist immediately

his place is very high class and fancy due to his financial situation, but he always wants it to be a place you feel like coming to

he wants it to be a space where you know that you can use the spare key he gave you and come in to crash after a mission

sleep on the couch or the bed, eat the food he's prepared - just take care of yourself

even if that means coming into his space to feel safe enough to do so

"It's okay to give up sometimes".

Y'all, I fell in love with Love and Deepspace, like, someone put their whole pussy into this game.

Warnings: male reader, sick/dying reader, Zanye being Zanye. Rushed. Angst

It was cold.

Well first of all, it was winter and (Name) was in a doctor's office, again. Due to the attack 14 years ago, (Name)'s lungs were almost destroyed, causing him needing annual hospital visits.

At least Zayne was there for him. I mean, he had to be there. As his friend and doctor.

"Everything okay doc?"

Zayne was quiet, "I would like to schedule an CT scan sometime today, your breathing is more rapid. I'm hoping we don't have any fluids-".

Zayne pulled out (Name)'s medical history file, rereading it.

"Is everything okay Zayne?".

"You'll be fine if that's what you're worried about".

(Name) shooked his head, "im not really worried about me, I'm worried about you".

"Don't he. I'm healthy".

(Name) sighed, biting his lip, "it's... fine.... I understand that I will-".

"Don't talk like that, anyways, you have a CT scan this afternoon. Let's go get lunch together".

(Name) and Zayne walked into the Café, it was quiet for now, lunch rush would be soon.

"You need to start bundling up more when you go outside. You could develop bronchitis".

(Name) smiled softy, "whatever you say Zayne".

(Name) studied Zayne's features, his black hair, pale skin, his-. (Name) shooked his head, "Zayne... I want to ask you-".

Zayne eyes lifted from the menu, staring into (Name)'s eyes, "I don't like that tone, whatever you're thinking of, you'll be fine".

"Zayne.... I... I want to be cremated".

"Stop it".

"You know I don't have any family here, I'm not trying to burden you with a funeral, but-".

"Stop-"

"Zayne, we need to have this conversation-"

"Yes in the future we will but you're fine".

"Zayne, the CT scans will show it is getting worst... Zayne, I can barely walk up stairs now without having all the air in my chest suffocate me-".

"Then we'll just prescribe some antibiotics".

"Zayne-".

"I don't understand why you are being so negative, you'll be fine. You're going to be fine".

The two sat in silence, an occasional cough from (Name). (Name) grabbed Zanye's hand, "I want you to be happy".

"I'm already happy".

"It's okay to give up Zayne, I rather... die now, than be hooked up to machines and in pain... I think... I'm ready".

Zayne grabbed (Name) out of his seat, pulling him by the arm and walking out of the Café.

"Ah! Zayne! Where are we goinh?".

Zayne was quiet.

The two walked hand in hand in the streets, snow falling around them.

(Namel) stared at the beach, the mix of sand and snow, the coldness of the breeze, the light flurry of snow.

"(Name)"

(Name) looked at Zayne. Zayne grabbed (name)'s hand putting a small ring on his finger. "I... wanted to proposed next summer... here.....".

The two had tears in their eyes, they slowly fell into an embrace.

LNDS Boys: “Cute”

This is quick, short, and fluffy. It’s just the boys calling you cute. I typed this up on my phone as well since my wrists still hurt, so I hope you guys enjoy and sorry if there’s bad typos!

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

Xavier

“You’re so cute.” The words left your mouth without hesitation. You watched Xavier’s mouth open in a yawn, wiping the tears from his eyes and stretching. He smacked his lips a few times, turning to you with confusion.

“Cute? I think you’re mistaken.” His words were a bit huskier than normal as he went to pat the empty spot next to him on the bed. Curiously, you made your way over and sat next to him.

Without a moment of hesitation, Xavier dragged you onto his lap. He tilted your chin up and you were met with his cunning smile and soft eyes. “If anyone here is cute, it would be you.”

You could feel the slight flush on your cheeks and before you could retort he was dragging you in for a quick kiss, “Very, very cute.” Xavier concluded.

You let out a small whine at his words as he laughed, “Why are so you shy now? You started this.” He teased and you turned to him with a pout.

“Can’t we both be cute then?” You asked.

Xavier let out a hum then shook his head, “No.”

Zayne

You weren’t sure if you should make a mental note to begin bringing your own clothes to Zayne’s apartment. His clothes were big on you, his frame exceeding your own with his tall stature and broad shoulders. However it wasn’t something you disliked as you adjusted the large college hoodie he had stashed in the back of his closet.

You walked back over to Zayne with a smile, “So, how do I look?” You said, twirling around like the hoodie was a dress. You could see Zayne adjusting his glasses as he looked at you, closing his medical book and placing it to the side.

“Very cute.” He said, his voice which to most came off as cold, reminded you of a winter morning when the sun was making the snow shimmer like glitter.

“Really, I don’t look like a trash bag? You swear?” You teased as you approached the foot of the bed; you began your crawl over to Zayne.

He hummed for a moment as he thought, “A cute trash bag perhaps.”

You let out a small “hey!” And shoved his shoulder, but you couldn’t help the little giggle. He quickly cupped your cheek and placed a peck on your lips.

“I was only joking, you’re cute no matter what.”

Rafayel

Your face scrunched up as you felt the dry paintbrush ghosting over your nose. You eyed Rafayel suspiciously as he chuckled, enjoying your reaction, “What are you doing?” You murmured in annoyance.

“You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying.” He said, putting the brush aside as he leaned his cheek on his fist. Amusement glimmered in his eyes as he watching you with apt attention.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. I was too distracted by your pretty face.” You teased, grinning once you noticed his cheeks and ears flaring into that beautiful scarlet color. He scowled for a moment, not happy that you took the edge back.

“Most would say handsome…” he grumbled and you chuckled, going over to cup his cheeks and placing a kiss on his lips quickly.

“My cute fish.” You murmured, making his eyes dart away. Rafayel’s face felt hot in your hands.

“You’re the worst…” he said then looked at you, “but at least you’re cute, I guess.” Now it was your turn to blush as he leaned up and quickly pecked your lips with a smirk.