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ᡣ𐭩 zayne | scrubs ᡣ𐭩

cw: vaginal fingering, p in v, finger sucking

zayne has an inkling that you have some sort of obsession with his scrubs.

he doesn’t exactly know why, but there’s been too many instances of you ogling him in his scrubs for him to pass as simple coincidences. the first time, he’d just finished up in surgery, the complications making it run longer than most, his body weighed down by exhaustion that he’d simply decided to return to his office, without changing. he hadn’t expected to find waiting for him was you, a cute, little bento box clutched in your hands, wrapped up in a snow-patterned cloth. 

he’d been thankful, he always is, what kind of boyfriend would he be otherwise?

but you hadn’t smiled at him that night, instead stared at him blankly with wide eyes and parted lips. he’d tried talking to you, but it was as though your mind was preoccupied, your gaze solely fixated on his scrubs, every flex of his lithe fingers as he’d undone the knot of the cloth. zayne thinks he might’ve heard your breath catch when he sat down in his chair, his thighs spreading slightly to get comfortable, scrubs pulling over his thighs a little.

you’d excused yourself with a flustered air, not without kissing him, however, the movement of your lips a little too desperate for him to consider normal, the scrape of your teeth against his lips enough to have him readjusting his half-hard cock in the privacy of his office.

the next few times it happens, zayne can’t help but be intrigued.

you’re handsy, the desire in your eyes barely concealed, the press of your thighs hard to miss when he spins a pen between his fingers, pretending to think. but it’s not his scrubs only, his glasses seem to have some hold over you too.

like when his glasses slide too low on the slope of his nose and he pushes them up, zayne can spy the way you bite your lip, your hand curling into a fist on your lap. he wishes you’d just act on your urges, but all he gets are eager, little kisses, your hands drifting over his chest for a moment before you pull back with a sweet smile and a kiss to his cheek and say you’ll be waiting for him at home.

he can’t have that. when grayson mentions next month’s observational surgery for medical interns, zayne knows exactly what to do. 

one call later to akso hospital’s chief of surgery, with the promise of attending whatever upcoming medical conference is next, he’s managed to get you a front row seat.

zayne hopes it’s enough to make you finally snap.

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you don’t know how you’ve managed to find yourself here.

you thought observing surgeries was strictly for residents and interns, but apparently the invitation extends to doting girlfriends too. to your mortification, you think zayne might be catching onto your blatant, although extremely appreciative, ogling of him in his scrubs. which is why you’re sitting here now, perched on a metal bench, watching as your boyfriend’s gloves slip on, a mask covering the lower half of face.

aortic aneurysm, grayson had mentioned. 

any longer and you may as well have had an aneurysm yourself. 

you can hardly sit still, teeth sinking into your lower lip as zayne’s low, commanding voice comes through the speaker, narrating the surgery with precision. you shouldn’t be feeling this way, thighs pressing together under your skirt as you listen to his voice, watching the way he works, completely in his element with such professionalism that has you feeling hot and entirely too bothered. 

which is probably why you’re pawing at his broad shoulders and pulling him down with a rough tug, lips pressing against his in a feverish kiss the moment he’s out of the operating theatre.

“sorry,” you whisper against his lips, “you just- you look really good, zayne. really, really handsome and if you don’t fuck me right now, i think i might die.”

zayne huffs out a laugh, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth affectionately.

“yeah, sweetheart? i suppose it would be against my oath to neglect someone so direly in need.”

you nod rapidly, pulling him down for another searing kiss, fingers slipping into his hair, pulling at the soft strands. zayne smiles against your lips, guiding you towards his desk, your lower back hitting it as he boxes you in against it, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

a soft moan leaves you when he squeezes at your ass, groping at the fat, his breath hot against you as his other hand slips under your skirt, rubbing up against your embarrassingly drenched panties. 

“you’re this wet?” zayne asks hoarsely, groaning when he pulls your panties to the side and feels your slick sticking to his fingers stubbornly as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your slippery, puffy folds. “just from watching me perform a surgery?”

“surgery, scrubs,” you mutter absentmindedly, half-lidded and drunken gaze dragging over the length of his arm, pussy clenching at the visible flex of his bicep and the muscles in his forearms, the sinewy skin littered with scars nearly enough to make you cum right and then there. “i think i’m just always wet around you, zayne.”

his smile against your cheek makes your heart flutter, an airy, contented sigh leaving you as he sinks two fingers inside of you, curling them with practised ease. 

“it is flattering,” he whispers, pecking your lips gently, his hand pulling your sweater up until your bra is exposed, fingers unclasping your bra quickly. zayne sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your breasts, his jaw clenching. “fuck- you’re beautiful, love.”

“thank- ah- thank you.”

you flush under his gaze, head tipping back as he thrusts his fingers into your clenching cunt, the low, hoarse groans he lets out into your ear making you curl your hands into his scrubs, pulling him impossibly closer. the praise he gives you makes everything spin around you, swirling and melding into nothing until all you can hear are his soft whispers.

“good girl… taking my fingers so well, yeah? pretty, pretty fucking baby… all mine… you sound so pretty, sweetheart… i love you…”

you can barely handle it all, mouth opening for his fingers when he slides them inside, sucking dazedly, hips rocking down against his hand, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, gasping when he curls them further and presses his thumb against your swollen, aching clit. when his mouth latches onto your breast, kissing and sucking, tongue flicking at your nipple before he bites down with measured restraint, you know you’re done.

he groans when you pull at his hair, muffling your sounds with a sloppy kiss. zayne’s arm wraps around your waist to hold you up when he feels you shake, licking into your mouth with such fervor that has you whining and whimpering until he pulls back to shush you.

“what- what are you doing?” you ask, voice slurring, shaking your head in a panicked gesture when he tries to pull his scrub top over his head, “don’t do that. the scrubs and glasses stay on.”

“you’re serious,” zayne muses when you stop him again, his fingers lacing with yours. “so, i was right.”

“mhm,” you smile up at him, tongue licking over his lower lip playfully.

he smiles lazily, pushing his glasses to sit higher on the slope of his nose, sitting in his chair, his thighs spreading invitingly, the fabric tight around the hardened bulge that makes your pussy throb.

“c’mere, sweetheart.”

as if you needed an invitation. you’re pulling your skirt and panties off, clambering up onto his lap, his chair creaking as you kiss him, hand slipping between your bodies to free his hard, thick cock that’s smeared with milky beads of pre-cum. 

there’s a collective sound of relief leaving both of you when you sink down on his warm length, his hands grasping your waist as you rock your hips down, whining softly into his mouth.

you lean back, rising and falling on his cock, setting a rhythm that has zayne’s eyes fluttering shut, his head tipping back to rest against the back of his chair. the bob of his adam’s apple has you growing wetter, pussy fluttering around his fat cock, zayne’s hand roughly squeezing at your ass.

“that’s it,” he breathes out, hooking his thumb against your teeth to pull you closer, lips pressing against yours. “ride my cock, love. take what you want.”

his collarbone is exposed, peeking through the v of his scrubs, your hands guiding his hand to your throat, whimpering when he squeezes your neck gently. his fingers are pushing back into your mouth before long, the same fingers that were moving so precisely only hours ago; saving someone’s life.

you let your tongue lave between his fingers, head bobbing as you ride his cock, fingers pushing at his scrub top, walls clenching around his cock when zayne bites the hem, holding it between his teeth. he looks good like this, almost as fucked out as you are, a hazy smile spreading across your face as you lean forward, breasts squishing up against his warm chest while you work your hips, bouncing on his cock, your hard nipples brushing against his pecs.

“i love you,” you mumble, voice shy and airy and cheeks flushed, despite the fact that his cock was currently stuffing you full.

“i know,” zayne whispers, hand pressing against your back to keep you flush against him as he picks you up, laying you down on his desk. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

which is why he fucks you like he means it, because he does, guiding your ankles to lock around his back as he leans over you, pounding his cock into your cunt, forcing your pussy to stretch around his thick cock, his hand cradling the back of your head so it doesn’t bang against the desk.

his glasses slip off with a clatter, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care, too consumed by pleasure and lust, your teeth sinking into his shoulder when he grinds his hips into you, cock buried so deeply inside of you that your thighs are twitching, eyes squeezed shut. 

“zayne,” you gasp, “zayne, i- i can’t-”

“gonna cum?” zayne asks, his voice hoarse and trembling from the pleasure, “please, sweetheart? cum on my cock, wanna see you look all pretty and undone, my love.”

the brush of his thumb against your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge, that and the way he drives his cock into you, in one measured, deep thrust that you’re almost sure you can feel his cock in your throat.

“c’mon,” he rasps into your ear, the lewd words accompanied by the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your cheek in encouragement, “c’mon sweetheart, cream my fuckin’ cock.”

you’re crying out, back arching, fingers scrabbling for purchase, wrapping around him, gripping the fabric of his scrubs desperately, your squeal muffled by zayne’s mouth slotting over yours, the heels of your feet pressing against him, trying to keep him stuffed inside of you. 

“fuck-” zayne groans, “oh fuck- sweetheart, take it, take my cum.”

he thrusts into you unevenly, grunting as he cums, his body falling over yours, hot cum flooding your pussy as his cock throbs and jerks inside of you. a contented sigh escapes you as you lay limp on his desk, nails scratching at his scalp gently, fingers running through his hair soon after.

zayne smiles at you when he props himself up, his lips brushing across your jaw fleetingly.

“maybe you should exclusively wear scrubs from now on,” you suggest, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes, pecking his lips.

“you’d never let me leave the house,” he whispers against your lips, amusement lacing his words.

“how could i?” you pout, your nose nuzzling against his, “not when you look this good.”

zayne lets out a low laugh, helping you sit up, cleaning you up with a few tissues before he does the same, helping you with your clothes after, his hands smoothing over your ruffled skirt.

you yawn contentedly, pressing yourself against him, rising up onto the tips of your toes to kiss him again, mewling softly when he pets his hands along your waist and hips.

“you did really good today,” you offer when he drags you onto his lap, curling up against his chest. “the surgery, i mean, i don’t know a whole lot about hearts and aortas, but i think you did great, zayne.”

“you don’t know a lot about hearts?” he muses, tipping your chin up with his finger, “that doesn’t sound right.”

“what?” you ask confusedly, brows furrowing as he kisses your forehead. “what do you mean?”

“how could you not?” zayne whispers, his gaze soft and riddled with overwhelmingly love and affection. “how could you not when you’ve completely captured my heart and soul?”

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⋆˚✿˖°F1NGER BLAST THAT P*SSY!!⋆˚☆˚⋆

⋆˚✿˖°— SYNOPSIS There is only one gift that Caleb could possibly desire, you. To be much more specific, he wants to taste your delicious pussy, devour your juices like a starved man, and stuff your pussy with his cold, thick, metal fingers until you gush(˶˃⤙˂˶)𐙚

⋆˚✿˖°— GENRE smut, porn with no plot ⋆˚✿˖°— PAIRING Caleb x reader (has chubby reader in mind, anyone can read tho!)

⋆˚✿˖°— WARNING fem!reader, explicit content, pwnp, established relationship, possible grammar errors, NO spoilers, not proof read lol, oral (fem),cunnlingus, evol usage, pet names, overstim, his fingers vibrate idk, fingering, praise 

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 This is a repost since I noticed some rlly bad mistakes, BUT THIS WAS POSTED ON CALEB’S BIRTHDAY SO I WAS ON TIME (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

“C’mon, pips. . please?” Caleb whines in such a whiny, pathetic, and desperate voice.

He looks absolutely endearing like this, a pretty pout on his face.

“C’mon, pips. .” Caleb begss in such a soft, pathetic, and desperate voice, shooting one of his best puppy dog eyes at you in hopes you will reluctantly give in to his pleas.

He rests his head against your plush belly, a large hand squishing, squeezing, and eagerly palming at your exposed flesh. Caleb nuzzles his head closer into your warm, teasingly peppering kisses and nibbles onto the fat, humming in delight when he feels you shiver from his touch. 

“Just . .one taste, please” he tries to reason, peppering tender kisses onto the rolls of your belly.

“Surely you won’t deny me on my birthday. .” Caleb murmurs, glancing up towards you with a boyish grin on his face.

He’s right, you don’t have the heart to deny him. You should have, only if you knew better. You should have denied Caleb the moment he even proposed such an idea, now here you are. 

“Hnng. . -haah fuck. .” He breathes out between his huffs and pants for air, his hot breath fans onto your poor, puffy, exposed, sticky, wet pussy.

Your breath hitches, a delightful shiver running through your poor exhausted body. You are an overstimulated mess, sweat trickling down the curve of your body, cheeks flushed pinkish red, eyes hooded and watering with your tears, and drool smeared on your cheek.

“S- shit. . you look so-“ Caleb mumbles agaisnt your puffy clit, pressing a tender clit to your swollen bud. 

“C- Caaleb-!” You whimper loudly, rolling your hips against his face.

He laps and licks at your poor clit, greedily drinking up the sweet flavor of your nectar. Caleb moans against your clit, sending delicious vibrations through your body. Your swollen lips, kissing him for too long, part as moans and gasps escapes you, shivering when he gently sucks onto your clit. 

“O- oh god! Fuckfuckfuck!” You mewl, instead of that sweet, honey voice you have, you hear something more rough, scratching, and hoarse.

You’ve been moaning, squealing, and mewling for too long. His rough, calloused hands grab your plump thighs, fingers sinking into the fat. Caleb’s tongue darts between your sticky folds, flattening his tongue as he leisurely glides his tongue through your folds, to your gummy entrance to your clit. 

He slots his lips against your clit, a tender kiss. Then, Caleb slowly licks and sucks at your buzzing clit, eliciting a choked gasp from you. You desperately want to squirm, writhe, claw at the sheets, but he won’t let you, using his evol powers against you. 

“So- pretty -hah. . like this” He breathes out, his grip on your thigh tightening, summoning a whimper from you.

“And. . you taste soo. . -fuck, divine” Caleb licks his lips, moaning in approval at that sweet yet tangy flavor of your pussy juices.

Caleb is drenched in your sweet juices, his lips glistens from your juices, his chin dripping with your cum, a bit of his own spit dripping from his parted lips. The grip on your thighs tightens, a grip that could leave a bruise behind, eliciting a whine from you. He frees your thighs from his bruising hold, instead, the hand on your thighs moves to your folds.

He peels your folds to the side, further exposing your sobby pussy. His bionic arm is pressed against your leg, cool to the touch, his metal finger rubbing soft circles against your ankle. His hot breath fans onto your exposed clit, a wave of heat washing over you.

The non-stop attention Caleb gives your clit makes it swollen, buzzing, and throb. He doesn’t seem to care, once again slotting his lips against your clit, sucking your puffy bud into his hungry mouth. It’s like he can’t keep his mouth unoccupied for too long, he needs to keep his mouth against your pussy. 

The embarrassing loud sounds of slurping, your cheeks flush in embarrassment. The obscure squelching, slurping, and wet sounds fill the room along with your pretty  gasps, mewls, and broken moans. Caleb hums against your pussy, slurping and lapping at your cunt like his life depends on it, shamelessly moaning against your puffy clit.

“Hng-! Oh fuck!” You squeal loudly, your jaw going slack. 

“Mmph. .” He moans against your swollen lips. 

“Nooo. . -Hng, more!” A broken plea escapes you, your sentence being intruded by your own exhausted moans and whines.

“P- please, ‘leb-! T- too sensitive” all your whiney protests goes through one of Caleb’s eats and leaves the other, however, your words do make him shiver in delight and a wave of heat wash through his body, straight to his swollen cock. 

Caleb pays no mind to you, well, he can’t exactly focus on you when there is nothing in his head. All he can think is how tasty you are, how you smell absolutely delicious, just you. A harsh suck on your clit makes you twitch, a moan being ripped from your lips. 

How long has Caleb been imagining being between your thighs? He’s been waiting for a long time, just for a taste of you. Of course he’s going to get pussy drunk, get addicted to your tasty juices that coats and melts on his tongue. 

“Haah-! I- can’t! fuckfuckfuck-!” You babble, you feel dizzy, the intense pleasure reduces you into an incoherent babbling mess. 

Caleb’s tongue vigorously flicks against your clit, his lips sucking around the bud. Another harsh soaks, earning himself a choked gasp. He can feel you twitch and tremble underneath him, every touch he does draws such an adorable and cute reaction from you.

He would feel guilty, making you cry from overstimulation, making you squirt and gush over and over. The feeling of pride is intense compared to his guilt, he made you cum, over and over in fact! Caleb made you feel so good, he even made you a sobbing, moaning mess, screaming out his name because it’s the only thing you can remember.

Besides, why are you acting like you couldn’t guess that Caleb was going to use his evol? Of course he would use his evol, how else is he supposed to keep you pinned against the bed sheets, unable to squirm or writhe away from his hungry, greedy, and eager mouth? You're always so squirming when he wants to taste you! 

“Y- you look so fu- fucking. . adorable like this, little apple. .” Caleb whispers against your clit, drawing a C onto your puffy clit. 

“I- ohfuck!” You mewl, new, fat fresh tears trickling down your soaked cheek. 

Caleb shamelessly groans and whines against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through your body. He’s not doing this for your pleasure, far from it, he’s doing this for his pleasure. He loves to eat you out, however, he often overdoes it and pussy drunk, like now, he’s obviously pussy drunk.

Seriously, how long has he been eating you out for? Minutes? Hours? Days? And how many times has Caleb made you cum, gush, and squirt all over his face?

These numbers, he can’t remember anything. Numbers are no longer important to him anymore. What is important to Caleb is hearing you scream his name, pulling mode orgasms out of you, making you a mess all over the bed, making you crumble into a sobbing and shivering mess.

“T- taste like heaven. . need more” he shivers, his cock throbbing in the condiments of his pants. 

He presses a brief, tender kiss to your swollen clit. Caleb’s tongue darts between your soaked folds, dragging his tongue from your puffy clit to your gummy entrance. He hums happily, licking up at your arousal that oozes from your gummy entrance, moaning in delight. 

“P- please, pips. .” Caleb breathes out between his moans and whimpers.

The finger pushing your folds to the side retracts, his hand gripping the fat of your thigh again. 

“I need more. . and more, more-“ his bionic arm rests on your thigh, his cool fingers pressing themself against your hot clit.

You shiver violently, squealing, the contest between your pussy to his cool fingers makes your pussy quiver. Abruptly, his fingers start to buzz against your clit, Caleb rolls his fingers in tight circles against your clit. The new sensation makes you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back. 

Caleb rolls his tongue around your gummy entrance, licking up anything he could get his tongue on, his tongue slipping inside your pussy. 

“O-ooh good-‘ ‘leb-!” You wail out his name, a scream escaping you when he presses his fingers firmly against your clit, applying enough pressure to where the vibrations were intense. 

The intense vibrations against your clit makes you feel lightheaded, the buzzing sound of his fingers vibrating rings through your head. Bzz bzz. Caleb tongue fucks your pussy, plunging his tongue in and out of your pussy, the bridge of his nose pressed against your puffy clit. 

A loud wet pop, his tongue slipping out of your walls, licking around your tight holes, back to your clit. 

“F- fuck. . I think I’m. . addicted to the way you taste” Caleb murmurs.

“I- I can’t help it. . I just love the taste-“ he sighs.

“-of your pussy. . I love you so much, pips. .” Caleb finishes, his eyes peering up at over your sweaty body, his eyes hooded and clouded with love and affection. 

He replaces his fingers with his tongue, leisurely tracing a “C” onto your clit, then a “A”, a “L”, writing his name onto your poor pussy. Caleb’s cool fingers press against your gummy entrance, his middle and index finger pushing against your pussy. His fingers slip inside your pussy, the wet squelching sound of your walls sucking and pulling him deeper into your hot pussy. 

“O-oh fuck! ‘Leb-! I- I love yooou-“ you drool. 

“L- love you soo m- much!” You yelp.

As Caleb pulls away from your puffy clit, a thin string forms, a mixture of your cum and his spit, and connects between his lips and your clit. 

“Hng. . l- love you too, ba-baby” He drools, the grip on your thighs tightens, a reassuring grip.

“I w- wish I could stay between your thighs forever. .” Caleb stutters, he’s uttering moose’s at this point. 

You wish he’d give your poor clit a break, instead, he just keeps leisurely lapping at the bud. Caleb knows how sensitive you are, especially now, he knows that your clit is buzzing and throbbing from the overstimulation, that’s exactly why he keeps attacking your clit.

His fingers buried to the hilt to the hilt of your pussy, your walls fluttering around his fingers. Caleb curls his fingers, poking and prodding at your walls, searching for your g-spot. A loud moan is enough for him to know where your g-spot is, rubbing the area to draw wails and sobs from you.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” You chant, drool seeping from your lips.

His fingers began to vibrate again, this time, much faster than before. Your eyes fly open, your jaw goes slack.

“Hnng- ohgod, ‘leb! D- don’t do that-!” You whine, throwing your head back. 

Caleb peppers kisses against your clit, making the sound mwah mwah every time his lips meet your clit, you can feel his lips curl into a cheeky grin.

“P- please, let me. . -hah, make you feel good” he begs.

“Sooo good. . until you pass out” he murmurs, eliciting a whine from you, the tempo of his vibrational fingers increasing. 

Your walls flutter around his fingers, pussy sucking him deeper inside. Caleb slowly pulls his fingers out, the digits covered on your juices, only to push back inside you.

“W- wait-! Feels- soo good!” You drool, tightening around his fingers.

You’ve really made such a mess, your juices are practically everywhere! The bedsheets, his face, hell, even your abdomen is soaked with your cum. That familiar heat in your belly builds up faster and faster, your vision is blurry with your tears.

“Feels -Hng. . s- so good! Hah- too g- good!” You babble.

“Shit- ‘lab! I- I can’t cum” you wail, your walls tightening around his fingers, he can barely push his fingers in and out of you.

Caleb keeps a gentle pace, fingers sliding in and out of your creamy pussy, your cunt gushing around his digits, making a larger mess. It’s nasty, the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers along with the soft bzzing of his fingers. 

“Y-you’re indecisive. . -shit, look a- at you taking my fingers so well” Caleb praises.

You’re barely able to string a proper sentence together, incoherent babbles, drool seeping from your parted lips. You're insanely overstimulated, however, can’t blame your sweet boyfriend for it! It’s really not Caleb’s fault that he accidentally made you a crying mess, every man has his needs after all.

And, Caleb’s needs are eating you out until you can’t gush, cream, and squirt any more of your tasty juices all over his face. 

“C- can’t cum-!” You protest in a shaky voice, your bitch hitches as he fingers slams mercilessly into your creamy pussy. 

“Mmh. . b- but, pips” he whines, eyes watering at the thought that you won’t let him further enjoy your pussy. 

Caleb stared at your pussy, staring in awe as he fingers disappeared, only for it to reemerge with your sticky juices all over his metal palm. Everytime his fingers sink into your pussy, the buzzing sound is muffled, it only gets loud when his fingers slip back out. He can feel his cock twitching and throbbing, the sight of your pussy helplessly clinging onto your fingers makes him feel dizzy and dumb. 

You're cruel, an evil woman. You have poor Caleb wrapped around your finger! 

“P- please. .  you can c- cum again. .”

“O- one more time for -fuck. . you taste so good. .” Caleb pouts, the clicking of a button, the vibration turned up to the highest level, earning himself a choked sob.

Caleb leans down to your plush thighs, peppering tender kisses onto the kiss. Every thrust inside your pussy has your juices gushing onto his fingers, the loud wet sound of your pussy squelching around his digits. You feel so lightheaded, dizzy, and breathless.

Was it the pressure from his evol making you feel so lightheaded? 

“C- caaleb. . H- hah-!” Your voice sounds angelic to him, how he hasn’t come in his pants is still a wonder to Caleb.

The way you moan his name, scream it even, it sends a pleasurable wash of heat through his body. It makes his cock throbs in his pants, goosebumps form onto his skin, his eyes twitch, and force a moan out of him. 

Your eyes roll back, toes curling up, lips parted as a silent scream escapes you. 

“Hnng! I- I’m gonna cum!” You warn.

“Mmh- y- yes, do it, cum for me, baby” he purrs, his free hand pushing into your plush belly.

You wail and sob, shivering and twitching. You wail hysterically, squirting around his fingers. Your juices sprays all over Caleb’s bionic arm, wetting the metal. 

“Fuck yea-! G- good girl” Caleb moans, still sliding his soaked fingers in and out of your hole, guiding you through your intense orgasm.

“D- did so well, baby. . so well” he praises, his, now warm, sliding out of your quivering hole. 

He presses a brief kiss to your puffy clit, whispering again the bud.

“Best b- birthday present -hah. . ever” Caleb whispers, licking your juices off his lips. 

All work belongs to only ME, jadestone2. Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will NOT be tolerated, instant block

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daily lads doodle #8

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i was thinking of skipping today's daily doodle, but then i had a gay thought..... the gay thought was snowapple and how since they're childhood friends, there HAS to be some kinda tension there!! and i just KNOW caleb would be the first one to act on it!! 😤😤😤

also on a smaller note, i hc all the boys to be bisexual on some level <3 in this scene, caleb solidified zayne's bisexuality uwu

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Zayne x CrushingNurse!Reader | Part Five

Where has your smile gone? ANGST PT.2

Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four

Love and Deepspace Masterlist

I | Zayne drops his voice a little lower than necessary while standing beside you knowing it will usually make you nervous, murmuring, “You’ve stopped stuttering. I almost miss it.” Your heart skips a beat but you keep your face neutral, “I practiced.”, you reply before walking away.

II | Zayne purposely asks you to help with something simple, things he could easily do himself. He knew it made you nervous, he could always feel the ice around his heart melt everytime he saw your hands shake as you tried to help. What he loved even more was teasing you about it. “Hands shaking today?” he asks lightly- carefully. You don’t even smile. “Not at all." He frowns.

III | “Your notes are unusually thorough, much more than usual. Am I making you nervous again?”

“No.”

He pauses. He pauses in that way that would always make you squirm, eye darting everywhere but his way, fingers twisting in the cloth of your scrubs.Now, you don’t even blush.

IV | During rounds, he lingers at your side a beat too long- long enough that you’d normally turn tomato-red and trip over your words. Now, you just shift away and keep taking notes. He stares at you. Silent.

V | You haven't brought him coffee today, nor did you yesterday - or the day before that actually. A routine you had been stuck to for months, suddenly halted. Zayne tried to recall the few days before you started acting so distant, had he done something? Said something? Where has your smile gone? Zayne thought, just as he saw you walk past his office- cup of coffee in hand.

VI | He bumps your shoulder very lightly while reaching for a chart. “Careful,” he says dryly, “wouldn't want our nurse to fall and get hurt." You reply, “There are things that cause a lot more pain than just a fall." He stops mid-motion, like what?

VII | He starts standing closer when reviewing reports with you—close enough that your elbow brushes his. You used to flinch. Now you don’t even react. You shift your chair away and don't even look his way.

VIII | “Nurse." Zayne calls out one day, "Could I speak to you for a moment?" You hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward before halting again at the faint sound of giggles. "I'm busy, Doctor." “Yeah." Zayne mutters, eyes locked on you, "You seem to be a lot these days.” You could barely keep your bottom lip from trembling, responding with a simple, "Yeah." before you walked away.

IX | Zayne starts correcting your minor errors in a purposely sharp voice, just enough to gurantuee a reaction from you - at least it used to. You only say, “Thanks for pointing it out." and fix it. It feels too calm. Too clinical. Nothing like his nurse.

X | He tries to joke during a lull between patients: “Still not a slightest hint of a smile. Should I be worried?” You just reply, “Probably not,” without even looking up. Zayne’s smile falters just slightly.

XI | He casually mentions, “You haven’t tripped over the IV cart all week.” You respond, “I learned how to walk.” There’s no laughter in your voice. It doesn’t sit right with him at all.

XII | He walks up behind you while you’re writing and says your name. A few weeks ago that would’ve made you jump and stammer. Now, you turn slowly, blink, and wait.

“…Yes, Doctor?”

It irritates him- if only you knew how much.

XV | He's done, he can't take it anymore. He corners you one day, just as you're about to leavs, quietly and not so casually this time, “Did I… do something?”

You give him a polite smile. “Of course not.”

"Then why? Why have you been acting like this? Who hurt you?" He fires one question after another.

You feel the tears pool in your eyes but you don't say a word. Not one. You just push those tears back and smile sadly, breaking the doctor's heart into a millions of pieces and walk past him and out of the door.

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This is a bit of a filler part but it is needed to fill the gap between the last part and the next one ( a lot of drama will go down )

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hiii

so, sabrina just released a new song and I've been streaming it nonstop (alongside with her other songs) so I was wondering if I could request smth on that vibe? if mc has been listening to songs about shitty exes non-stop, would they even confront her about it? or just suffer and ignore while she happily sings Manchild, Please Please Please, Good Graces, Slim Pickings, and other fun break-up songs.

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um update, saw the whole sabrina controversy bcs i don’t listen to her music as much and i don’t really support her BUT i’m ok with doing this before it was made a while ago.

˗ ˏˋ MAN-CHILDDDDD ?! ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ synopsis: being caught singing…rather concerning songs by your husband! ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ pairings: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x reader (separate) ´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ warnings: cursing, a lot of singing so work these voices´ˎ˗

˗ˏˋ XAVIER ´ˎ˗ playing feather!

˗ˏˋ ZAYNE ´ˎ˗ playing good graces!

˗ˏˋ RAFAYEL ´ˎ˗ playing manchild!

˗ˏˋ SYLUS ´ˎ˗ playing manchild!

˗ˏˋ CALEB ´ˎ˗ playing slim pickins!

19/06/25

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Caleb you absolute menace 😂

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i need to know what was in that. picture…… but inmy head. kid zayne has a bowl cut

herez little zaynie and da post yayqyy

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Intern zyane 🥹🥹

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Puppy eyes υ´• ﻌ •`υ

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MY FAVE MOVIEEE YESSSSSS ily author

this thought came to me while i was searching up the princess & the pauper playlist to listen to once again so self-indulgent but:

imagine the princess and the pauper always being your default movie to put on when you were younger. you come home from school? you want to watch it. you cant go out cause its raining? movie time and its that one. you're sick? you play it to cheer you up.

at some point, maybe you don't even realize, you've watched it so often that every lyric of every song is tattooed into your memory, maybe even most of, if not all of, the dialogue.

now, imagine: you're not the only one this affects.

caleb would always tease you for watching that one same movie so often when there were so many other and much better ones to choose from in his words, but every time (if he wasn't caught up with something already) would be sitting right next to you, indulging you and watching the familiar scenes and songs play on the screen.

now, unconsciously, he's also committed the songs to memory, and even the accompanying dialogue between the lyrics without your knowledge.

so then one day you put it on, same as usual, and you're singing along to the songs because you just can't resist, and then to be a princess comes on, and you plan to listen to it through even though you know the lyrics, only for caleb's voice to recite the dialogue before the character onscreen breaks into song, and he so easily keeps up with it.

you're staring at him, absolutely baffled, mouth open in shock and he just looks at you with this satisfied look in his eyes as he carries on, and you manage to mumble along to the duet parts but you're so fixated on caleb the entire time and wow, does he have a nice singing voice......

at another point, the duet between the pauper and the king plays and you start, wondering if he'll join in on this one as well, and he does, and you're each singing your part of the lyrics and somehow you both seem to be getting just a little bit closer to each other, and then the singing overlaps near the end and you both recite it beautifully, an invisible force pulling your faces closer and closer that when the song ends and the two onscreen are gazing at the sunset, you're gazing into the same view in his eyes, so lost in the sunset of them as you feel his warm breath on your lips and wait for either of you to be brave enough to make the move before you watch them crinkle and he pulls back slightly, tilting his head as he looks at the screen.

"oh, i could've swore they kissed here.... hm."

and you blink up at him, heart hammering in your chest and face burning because there's no way he just did that.

"caleeeb!"

and he revels in your embarrassed pout gazing up at him through your lashes, so obviously upset at him.

"hm? what?" he leans down again slightly, mischief surrounding his irises. "haven't you seen this more than me? shouldn't you have known that?"

"that's.. not......"

you're stammering, knowing that he's messing with you, and thinking he's so cruel, dangling your desire right in front of you like that only to snatch it away all too easily.

so cruel for having all the power over you.

"i just thought..."

"what? you wanted to kiss me?"

"caleb! just— just forget it, its—"

at that moment, he grips your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your face towards his and crashing his lips onto yours.

when he pulls back, your eyes flutter open to see his pleased grin stretched across his lips, and you're completely stunned trying to process what just happened.

"hmm, what do you think?' he murmurs, smiling. "do i resemble the king or the male pauper more?"

you take a moment to think as you float back to reality.

"their names are dominick and julian."

he laughs at your little pout as you correct him.

"yes, yes, forgive me, princess," he replies, affectionately petting your head, your heart fluttering at the unexpected nickname as he settles in closer to you, eyes drifting back to the screen.

the movie has always served good memories for you, but now you have something even lovelier to associate it with.

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asked caleb what to eat and he said tequila?! my guy what do you want to forget???????????