#dr zayne

[spotted-salamander]

im having heart palpitations his fucking smirk!!!! he looks so COCKY and SMUG god i need him

[rikumorimachisgirl]

BRB. I think I just got pregnant...

Zayne is sooooo hot. April 30th can't come sooner.

[winterlvod]

DADDY IS COMING HOME🫶

[lovelaughsimp]

Waking up with my husband teaching me billiards is crazy. He absolutely has me on chokehold. Y'all don't understand the things I'll do for him.

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

He is so damn fine. God, I need him. God I'll fast for 16 Mondays. Please give me Zayne. I'll do anything. 🙏🏻

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

I am so weak for this Dr. Zayne shot… I’m crying coz he’s openly and confidently flirting now!!! ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️💙💙💙💙💙❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

[queen-quintonz]

SPOILER

So Zayne betrayed a god for me and received eternal punishment and had to watch me die in every lifetime…. And became a doctor to find a cure for me and now he’s a cardiac surgeon. HE KNOWS THE OUTCOME BUT FIGHTS FOR ME BECAUSE HE LOVES ME OH I FEEL SICK😭😭😭

[nath-sanvit]

I was swapping screens when this happened. ... ...

NO.. NOT THE SENTENCE, THE SLIPPING SCREEN TO HIS BULGE. Now, I had to put 30mins of workout. Jesus....

[hrhmimieucliffe]

❄️⚠️Random Zayne Thoughts. NSFW, MINORS DNI.⚠️❄️

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💭 Imagine you and Zayne currently wrapped up closely, your bodies closely intertwined as he makes love to you. You're both laying on his bed, the room is dimly lit with the light coming from a lamp sitting comfortably on his bedside

💭 Imagine those slow, sensual, and passionate strokes, using his whole body, not just stiffly rocking his hips

💭 Imagine him grunting and groaning softly into your ear as if trying to keep his sounds to a minimum, but when you wrap your legs around him, he nearly bursts from that alone and lets out a long drawn out moan

💭 If you're feeling really 'heated' or kinky, he'll even put that evol of his to use

💭 Imagine his big veiny hand gripping tightly into the pillows underneath your head, his hot breaths fanning your ear, and the sweat all over his body, making him glisten. Every flex of every muscle in body body with every slow thrust, trying to keep it slow and gentle just for you.

💭 If you ask him to go faster, he'll oblige, and wrap both his arms around your body, holding you tightly as he fills you

💭 When the moment comes for him to finally release all his pent up love and desire for you, he'll bite his lip and let out low, almost agonising grunts, preventing him from moaning your name out loudly, your hands gripping tightly at his back, almost piercing his skin with your nails, adding to the intensity of his climax

💭 He'll collapse onto you, panting and trying to catch his breath, feeling exhausted, though he's still clutching onto you.

💭 He's definitely great at aftercare, but when you suggest going for a few more rounds, he'll give a little sigh and shake his head, before climbing on top of you once again.

💭 "You're always causing me trouble. You never seem to be satisfied. If you want my attention so much, you can always ask... and I'll always accept." He whispers, looking at you with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips as he trails kisses down your body once more.

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[velvetluna666]

Zaddy <3

They gotta stop robbing us of the kisses in their stories. GIVE ME THE KISS (and more) EXPLICITLY. LAD is top tier edging game, fr fr.

[yuzuocha]

MC: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of the river back in high school.

Zayne: Let's not forget who pushed me in

[winterlvod]

DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THIS IS CORRECT? I saw it on TikTok.

[lovelaughsimp]

FOR GOD'S SAKE I JUST WOKE UP WHAT IS GOING ON?! ZAYNE? ZAYNE?!! OH MY GOD ZAYNE? I NEED CPR AT THIS POINT I WON'T BE LIVIN' MUCH. I CAN DIE IN PEACE WAIT WHAT OH MY GODDDDD AAAAH. I NEED HIM I NEED TO BREATHE OH LORD HAVE MERCY. I'M NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIER.

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

I've been thinking. Zayne is not a big fan of PDA and given the situation they where in, he and M?C is on the private space. So my brain is giving me 2 scenarios. 1. Zayne rented a pool room so they can have privacy. 2. The pool room was actually a part of Zayne's home which gives him the confidence to being handsy with the M/C. My Brain is telling me it's the second option.

[zaynesevol]

Hiii !!

I really love your writings and i was wondering if i could request something :3? Zayne is sick and he's hiding it because he doesn't want to anyone to know and since he's a doctor, he thinks he can treat himself. But of course mc sees whats happening and they're taking care of zayne! Take your time if you accept this one :33 but its okay if you dont !

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊-𝐔𝐏!

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you taking care of a sick zayne !

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, zayne’s embarrassed about being sick, reader feels like they did something wrong, you end up taking care of zayne

𝐀/𝐍: this was such a cute request omg

lately, you’ve noticed that zayne has becoming a little distant. it makes you wonder, did i do something wrong?

i mean, who can blame you? whenever he doesn’t go to work he stays cooped up in his bedroom. for when he does, he’s instantly rushing to get out of your sight. it’s almost like he’s hiding something from you, but you don’t know what.

today, you’re determined to figure out what’s going on. you’re not letting him sneak away so easily this time.

you sit down on the couch awaiting his arrival. as soon as he comes home, you’re sure he’s just going to mutter a quick hi and dash to the bedroom.

over the past few days you’ve been a bit stressed about what’s going on. so, you tried a few searches but nothing seems to give you an answer.

why is my boyfriend ignoring me?

how to tell if your boyfriend is mad at you

reasons your boyfriend may be ignoring you

groaning as you shut your phone off, you hear the sound of his keys inserting into the lock and twisting. you shoot up from the couch, prepared to start interrogating the man.

when he enters the house, his immediately starts taking off his glasses, hanging his coat on the rack. he doesn’t even seem to notice the intense stare you’re giving him.

when he turns around, he jumps slightly. he wasn’t expecting you to be so close to him. now he sees you are, he grows a bit panicked. and you can tell he is.

“what’s going on with you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing with your crossed arms waiting for a response.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “there is nothing wrong, y/n. now, i really need to get to the room. there’s things i have to do.”

there it is. he’s trying to escape from you, again. you know damn well he doesn’t have to do anything, he’s just trying to get away from you!

“no you don’t! tell me now, why have you been avoiding me? is there something wrong? did i do something to upset you?” you’re throwing millions of questions at him at a time, and he only has the mental capacity to answer one.

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong. i just really need to go.” he replies, trying to head off before you grab his arm.

“please, if i did something just tell me. i’ve been worried sick about what’s going on, and you won’t let me know.”

he sighs, seeing your clear upset expression. he doesn’t want you feeling this way, but, he also wants to avoid any embarrassment from what he’s about to admit.

“fine. i’m…sick.” he admits, closing his eyes nervously so he can avoid seeing whatever type of reaction you have.

you can only gasp. there’s no way he was trying to hide the fact he was sick, you can only think, why?

“seriously? why didn’t you tell me? is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“i didn’t want to take the risk of getting you ill. the reason why i’ve been going to work less is because i’m actually going to appointments. i’m a doctor myself, so i was a bit humiliated to tell you about what i was feeling.” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“and for the reason you refuse to come out of your room?” you ask, demanding an answer.

“to be honest, i thought i’d be able to take care of myself.”

you instantly throw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest as you look up at him. “don’t ever do that again. okay? i’ll take care of you. no matter what happens.” you state, dragging him to your bedroom.

“that won’t be necessary. believe me, i don’t want you to waste any time trying to tend to someone who was too careless on avoiding getting sick.”

“and believe me, i won’t be leaving you alone like this anytime soon.” you retort, laying him down on the bed.

you bring out your phone, searching up, how do i take care of my sick boyfriend?

seeing the results, you immediately snatch the pillows from under his head and start fluffing them. he watches you with amusement, not understanding what you’re trying to accomplish, but he appreciates it.

“do you feel hot or cold?” you ask, needing this information to take on your next steps of helping him feel comfortable.

“cold.” hearing his answer, you immediately rush downstairs, preparing him some water and heating up something warm to place below his feet in order to warm him up.

after what seems to be around fifteen minutes, he hears your feet rushing upstairs to the room. he chuckles, wondering what type of mischief you caused while being downstairs.

when you open the door, he sees you cooked him his favorite meal along with numerous warm items to help him stay toasty.

“y/n, you didn’t have to do all of this.” he softly mutters, watching you prepare everything to help him recover.

“yes i did! it says this may help you recover fast!” he can only smile at your determination, feeling incredibly lucky on how he was able to fall in love with you before anyone else.

after a few minutes, he’s sighing in content.

“everything feels great. unfortunately, there’s only one thing i don’t have that would certainly help me get better way faster.” you perk up, wondering what crucial thing zayne needs in order to make him feel better.

“what is it?”

“you next to me.” hearing his answer, you giggle, sliding into the bed right next to him, laying your head on his chest as he sticks an arm around you.

“you do realize you have a high chance of catching what i have, right?”

“yeah, but it’ll be worth it. as long as you’re here with me.”

[almond-tofuuu]

❄️Can't lose you❄️

Zayne x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries but nothing is detailed, a little (lot) of angst, happy ending tho (kind of)

Word count: 600

Zayne's familiarity with injuries ran deep, forged through years of serving as a doctor and navigating the horrors of a war zone. His resilience, honed over time, stemmed from his ability to maintain composure in the face of chaos, a trait that set him apart as an exceptional surgeon. Yet, as he stood before you, your body drenched in a pool of crimson, his usual calm facade crumbled.

The ER exuded an eerie tranquility that night, a stark departure from its usual bustling pace. Zayne couldn't shake the unease gnawing at him, amplified by your absence. It had become a routine, a cherished moment – your brief visits to his office on your way home, a shared tranquility interrupted only by the relentless summons of emergencies. Initially, he brushed off your delay, perhaps you'd been sent out to deal with a group of wanderers, or maybe you simply missed the train again, it wouldn't be the first time, but as time stretched on, apprehension crept in.

The shrill beep of his pager interrupted his thoughts, summoning him to yet another crisis in the ER. Suppressing his concerns, Zayne hastily navigated the labyrinth of corridors, mentally bracing himself for the unknown ahead. Yet, no amount of preparation could have steeled him for the chilling sight that awaited.

There you lay, motionless upon a stretcher, a crimson tide seeping through your shirt.

Zayne's world ground to a halt.

In that moment, a profound uncertainty gripped him, eclipsing the clarity of his usually sharp mind. Fear and panic coiled around him, suffocating his every thought, rendering him powerless in the face of the unthinkable.

The room pulsed with frantic activity as medical staff swarmed around your motionless form, their urgent voices blending into a disorienting noise. Zayne, usually the epitome of composure in the chaos of the emergency room, found himself frozen, his years of expertise rendered moot in the face of your battered figure. Amidst the chaos, a distant announcement pierced through, signaling the preparation of the operating room, but it was the firm grip on his shoulder that momentarily yanked Zayne from his spiralling thoughts.

Turning, he met Greyson's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them amidst the chaos.

"We're taking her to the OR straight away... You should return to your office. I'll update you as soon as there's any news," Greyson's words were a lifeline in the storm.

Unable to find his voice, Zayne simply nodded, watching in silence as they wheeled you away, his heart heavy with unspoken fears.

Alone in his office, Zayne paced with restless anguish, the image of you haunting his thoughts. He, who had never been one to seek solace in prayer, found himself pleading to unseen forces for your survival. Despite his unwavering trust in Greyson and the medical team, his mind betrayed him with a torrent of doubts.

What if the worst were to happen?

What if your injuries were too severe?

What if he never got the chance to gaze into your beautiful eyes again?

His fingers raked through his disheveled hair, a futile attempt to anchor himself amidst the dark thoughts consuming him, unwilling to confront the unbearable prospect of a world without you.

After what seemed like an eternity, a gentle rap echoed on his office door. Ignoring his own disheveled state, Zayne hurried to greet the visitor, his heart hammering in his chest as he swung the door open to reveal Greyson's fatigued figure. The weariness etched on Greyson's face spoke volumes of the arduous surgery.

"Is she..." Zayne started, his voice faltering as he couldn't bring himself to complete the question.

Greyson's reassuring touch on Zayne's shoulder brought a wave of relief, his gentle gaze offering solace as he delivered the long-awaited news. "She's okay, Zayne. Just breathe... she's alive."

With a shuddering exhale, Zayne released the tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his eyes brimming with tears of gratitude as he whispered a heartfelt "thank you" to Greyson.

Gathering his composure, Zayne met Greyson's gaze once more. "Where is she? I need to see her."

Understanding the urgency in Zayne's request, Greyson provided the room number, observing silently as Zayne bolted down the corridor, propelled by a mix of hope and desperation towards you.

Entering your room, Zayne is engulfed by a tempest of emotions. His heart wrenches at the sight of the resilient hunter he holds dear, now lying vulnerable in the hospital bed, yet an overwhelming sense of gratitude washes over him knowing you're still breathing. Drawing closer to your bedside, his eyes meticulously trace the remnants of your ordeal etched onto your skin—every scratch, bruise, and cut a testament to your resilience. Tenderly, one hand reaches out to cradle your cheek while the other gently clasps yours.

"...I thought I lost you..." Zayne's voice quivers with raw emotion, tears finally breaking free as he surrenders to the flood of relief and fear that had been bottled up inside.

Bowing his head, Zayne tenderly plants a lingering kiss on your forehead, his touch conveying both love and resolve. Pulling back slightly, he murmurs softly against your skin, his voice unwavering, brimming with determination.

"I swear, I will never let anything or anyone hurt you again.... You mean too much to me. I-" he pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I should've said it sooner, but I was too afraid... Now I realise that living in a world without you is far more terrifying.... You mean more to me than you could ever know.... Losing you, would be the equivalent to someone ripping my heart out of my chest.... And when you wake up, I'll make sure you know just how much I love you...."

[rikumorimachisgirl]

Just Zayne shutting MC up with a kiss...

The way he looks at MC after.... I'm putty in your hands, Dr. Zayne. 😍