"You know zaynie, i once read that physical touch is really important for stress relief." you closed the smutty romance you've been reading and looked at your husband.
"Yes. It stimulates oxytocin production which in turn lowers the cortisol levels.” He said, his eyes fixed on his laptop as he typed occasionally.
"So that means people should do it often, right?" You set down the book, sitting up on the couch and peeking at his screen. He was reviewing something, nearly done by the looks of it.
"There's plenty of research supporting it, so it's not actually a matter of opinion. Studies say something as simple as holding hands or a hug has appreciable effects on the hypothalamic pituitary adrenal axis."
Nerd. You rolled your eyes. “Oh really? I was thinking of something more effective.”
He finally looks up at you, and you give him your most innocent smile which wasn't innocent at all, hoping he'd get the hint but this idiot just smiles back and continues, "Affectionate touch like neck and shoulder massage is very effective. I can send you the article if you'd like."
Your husband can be delightfully oblivious sometimes and you can't lie it didn't make this more fun, but your patience was running thin. "Zaynie.”
"Yes, love?"
"Respectfully, i'm asking you to fuck me.”
His ears turned pink immediately. The second review he promised Greyson was suddenly very much not his problem right now as he hastily closed his laptop. “I- you should've just said it.”
"Shh” You stretched your arms for him. “Just take me to bed."
He stands up, kisses your lips and swoops you up in his arms. "Is that all I am to you? A stress reliever?" He's already walking towards the bedroom.
You unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, and litter kisses on his exposed skin. "Would you prefer if I relieve my stress all by myself?"
"I would never leave my wife to do anything alone."
"You're so easy."
"You think so?" He lays you down on the bed. "Let's put that to the test and see who's the easier one here."
Story update from @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals : unsure if this will actually be done by the goal I had set for mother's day. The twins have decided they want this to be longer than I originally intended as a one shot. Good chance I might end up doing multi chapters on this since I'm no where near done and haven't started editing it. So if it's not completed by mother's day I will at least post the first chapter. I plan on giving my beta reader access to it so they can at least read that so we can have a Sunday post as planned
Art commission and story idea by @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals I was honestly crying my heart out while creating the panels.
I love this idea so much ✨
This is the music in my head while creating the art
The people at Akso Hospital would’ve never guessed Dr. Zayne was married.
Not because he was secretive—well, maybe a little—but mostly because he was always the stoic, overworked, impossibly responsible Chief Surgeon everyone simultaneously feared and admired.
Stoic, blunt, dry, terrifyingly icy…he wore his focus like armor, and a ring on his finger would have seemed as out of place as a laugh in an operating theater.
So imagine their surprise when, one Tuesday, a sundress-wearing blur of energy skipped through the double doors carrying a bento box, humming to herself, the smell of something sweet and savory trailing behind her.
“Zaynie!” she called, voice light and bright, and just like that, the chill in the corridor shattered.
He spotted her immediately. That corner of the hospital that was always tense, full of rushing nurses and murmurs of charts and life-or-death decisions? That corner became…warm. Glowing, even.
Without a word, he crossed the distance between them, hands reaching, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. She squealed with delight, letting him spin her around once—twice—right in front of the entire staff.
Somewhere behind the masks and scrub caps, jaws dropped. Eyes widened. A few nurses whispered incredulously to each other.
But Zayne didn’t notice. He was too busy looking at her. His expression softened from his usual sharp precision into something entirely unguarded—pure joy, pure adoration. His love for her radiated off him in palpable waves, warm enough to melt the ice off a polar bear. It was in the way he held her close, in the subtle tilt of his head as he laughed softly at her playful protests. It was in the grip of his hands at her waist, steady and grounding, the kind that said you are my everything without a single word.
She leaned into him, carefree and completely at home, and the world seemed to pause around them. The hum of machines, the distant footsteps, the endless clatter of a hospital trying to survive another day—they all faded to background noise in the glow of just this one perfect moment.
When he finally set her down, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and grinned up at him.
“Miss me?,” she teased.
“Terribly,” he replied, dry but impossible to resist, the corners of his lips curling just slightly in a rare, private smile.
And somewhere, deep in the hearts of everyone watching, the truth became undeniable: Chief Surgeon Dr. Zayne had a heart completely, utterly owned.
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
Note: DISCLAIMER: this is written during version 2.7, and we’re yet to see more of his character in canon, so this is purely my speculations and wishful thinking, don’t take it as an analysis of his character.
It's an extended version of the post I made earlier.
Is a composed, intimidating Senior Commissioner with an authoritative voice and perfect posture — a picture of untouchable authority. But once he trusts you, he becomes a big, needy cat. He will only huff if you point this fact out, but will nevertheless drape his long, fluffy tail over your lap and rest his head on your shoulder with a tiny, barely audible purr. If you try to get up, he will mutter, “...Five more minutes.”
Easily comes up with solutions to various situations and gives orders to his subordinates, but complimenting you directly makes him pause. “You look… acceptable today,” he says with his ears twitching. Later, he will overthink about what he had said, muttering under his breath, “That was insufficient to say. You look beautiful.”
You can make him easily fold with a single “please?” or by tilting your head and fluttering your eyelashes, and he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and grumbles “You’re going to be the reason I lose my reputation…” while already doing whatever you asked.
Brings you ridiculously expensive gifts but gets visibly flustered when you give him something in return. Bonus points: if it’s handmade and made with his in mind.
Looks always immaculate in his neat, finely ironed suit… until he comes home exhausted. Then he looses his tie, his hair is slightly disheveled. And he collapses onto the best pillow — your lap. He mutters something about a difficult day at work, as you gently run your fingers through his long hair. Falls asleep on the couch with his head in your lap. His ears relax completely and twitch in his sleep when you stroke them.
Scolds you for staying up late or skipping meals, he may sound displeased because of the serious tone, but he’s actually worried about you while cutting fruit for you and making sure you eat it, or buying you something he knows you enjoy.
Imagine yandere!Severian... who gifts you a pendant, chocker or maybe a bracelet or ring. He tells you that you have to make sure you always wear the gift. He doesn't tell you the reason why, but actually there's a tracker installed inside it, so he can know where you go.
He must know. He can't let you go wherever.
He will phone you, urging you return home, saying there's a dangerous criminal in the area you are now. Or he will personally go to you.
It's also easier for him to track your routine — the places you frequent.
It's easier for him to catch you lying if you say you visited one place, but you were actually in somewhere different place.
If you notice that something is off, and stop wearing his gift, he will force you. Or even install trackers into your clothes.
riding zayne so hard he's the one limping the next day
"Why are you walking like that?" You watch Zayne slip into his office for your usual lunch date. He's limping oddly as he walks over to his desk and slips into his chair.
"It's nothing." He tries to reach for the bag of pastries, but you pull it out of his reach.
"Did you get hurt? If something happened, I wanna know Zayne. Just because you're a doctor doesn't me-"
"I didn't get hurt. I'm just...a little sore." His ears have a hint of pink, and you frown in confusion.
"How could you be sore? You had a rest day yesterday and the day before you did your arm workout. How are your legs sore?" You raise a brow when he sighs, almost embrassed.
"I believe it has to do with...last night." He says pointedly.
"What did you do last-oh." Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates, suddenly remembering the intense night you'd shared, which had mostly involved you on top of Zayne, hips slamming down against his.
"I...am so sorry." Remorse fills you, and you're quick to push the bag of pastries towards him. He pulls out a chocolate croissant, tearing it in half and offering you the clearly larger piece.
"Don't be. I have no regrets." He says it so casually, while you eat your pastry in shame.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll make it up to you, I promise!" You smile, though it falters when the corner of his mouth twitches upward.
Summary: You and Sylus have been talking about having a baby, and it's time to put your words into actions.
Pairing: Sylus X Fem reader
Word count: 1 K
Tags/Warnings: breeding, fingering
There’s nothing Sylus loves more than the intimacy of being fully naked with you, chests heaving and foreheads pressed together as you come down from your combined highs. The connection and bonding he feels when he’s inside of you are unmatched.
What Sylus loves the most is that you so graciously allow him to fuck you bare. Sylus is a grown man, and he’ll never complain if you want him to use a condom, but the fact that you let him inside of you in such a vulnerable, intimate way is enough to drive him wild.
“You’re so warm,” Sylus growls into your ear as he slowly fucks you from beneath you, your arms draped over his neck as he does the work even though you’re on top of him in his lap. “So tight and wet for me, sweetheart. You feel like heaven.”
“So full,” you whine.
“You will be,” he promises. “So sweet of you to let me do this - to let me come inside of you like this… You must want that baby soooo badly.”
“Y-Yes, I need it,” you nod your head rapidly, lips parting on a pretty gasp when he fucks deeper into you.
“Oh, yes, you do,” he murmurs sweetly. “I’m going to keep fucking you like this every day if I have to, like it’s my duty until you’re nice and full and that strip turns up with two lines, okay?”
“Yes,” you whimper and writhe in his lap, neck hot at the thought. “Please.”
“You’re going to look so beautiful when you’re nice and pregnant, sweetie. You’ll be glowing,” Sylus praises, continuing with lazy thrusts. “I love you in every possible way, but I can’t wait to be a dad. You think I’ll be cuter as one?”
You laugh breathlessly.
“The hottest dad anyone’s ever seen.”
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Sylus sighs as he guides you onto your back and hovers over you, still connected with you. “Close?”
“For a while,” you admit. “You’ve been getting me there and then slowing down.”
“I’m a selfish man,” Sylus grins roguishly. “I can’t help but want it to last.”
“Are you?”
“Yes,” Sylus confesses, a smirk playing at his lips. “I was close from the moment I got inside of you.”
“Liar,” you accuse, rolling your eyes until he pulls out almost all the way just to thrust right back in.
“I would never lie to you, sweetie. You feel unreal.”
“You feel so good like this, too,” you pant as he picks up the pace, fully intending to bring you to the edge so he can follow you over.
“I should be saying that to you, I’m so lucky to have you like this. I’m so lucky you trust me this way,” Sylus counters as he pulls your right leg over his shoulder.
The stretch is intense, but the feeling of him so deep inside of you outweighs the slight discomfort, and you’re so close you can taste it. Sylus sneaks his hand between your legs, eyes laser-focused on where he’s pumping in and out of you. He touches you with practiced fingers and laughs when he feels you clench around his cock.
“You want to keep me here, sweetie? I don’t mind, but you’re squeezing me so tightly it makes me want to stay.”
He presses his fingers against you, and your legs quake as you come, making him groan.
“Can't hold back anymore, are you sure? Are you sure I can come inside?” He checks, even though he’s asked you for permission multiple times.
“Please,” you encourage, thinking it’s so cute that he’s asking.
Sylus drives his cock inside of you, an animalistic grunt wrenching from his throat as he gets closer and closer.
“I love getting to have you like this… fuck.”
Sylus doesn’t swear often - he finds it undignified - but there’s something so intense about the way you make him feel that he can’t help it. He fills you and rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder as he comes.
“You’re so good for me, such a good girl,” he croons, keeping himself snugly inside of you until he’s struggling to hold himself up.
After he regains his strength to move, he pulls out of you gently, then stuffs your cunt with two thick fingers.
“Can’t waste a drop, now can we?” He asks shakily.
“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, but lift to kiss him softly.
He returns your kiss eagerly, keeping his fingers inside of you.
“Think we’re okay,” you say against his lips. “If it’s going to happen, it would’ve by now.”
“If it doesn’t?” Sylus asks with a rare inkling of fear glimmering in his uncertain eyes.
“Well,” you press another sweet kiss to his lips. “Guess we’ll just have to try again… and again… and again -”
“Succubus,” he jests, then finally pulls his fingers out of you to marvel at the way his cum mixes with your wetness on the sheets.
Sylus carries you to the bathroom so he can help clean you up, then makes you a warm cup of tea to sip while he changes the bed sheets himself. When the linens are clean, and you’re safe and snug in his arms, Sylus hums.
“That was perfect.”
“It always is,” you agree sleepily.
“Make sure you get some rest, alright?”
“Mhm, that took a lot of energy,” you sigh happily and close your eyes.
“Yes, and you’re going to be needing that extra strength for the morning.”
“What’s happening in the morning?” You wonder.
“I’m going to have you on your hands and knees, sweetheart. After all, it’s as you said - we have to keep trying - again, and again, and again…”
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