sahar

You never in a million years would have pictured this.

"Mhm!" You whimper quietly around the tie in your mouth, tears running down your face. You're sitting in his lap, sheathed on his cock, while he presses a vibrator against your clit almost absentmindly. He'd made you cum three times already, and it's clear this isn't over until all his calls are.

"Yes, I understand that. I still believe my method would be better." The stern tone of his voice makes you clench, even if you aren't the recipient. His eyes flick over to you, balancing the phone between his shoulder to free his hand, pulling out the tie and replacing it with two of his fingers.

Evil bastard.

You suck on them with wide eyes, gagging a little when he pushes deeper with an almost curiosity in his eyes.

"Apologies, but something has come up. I'll speak to you on Monday." The moment the call disconnects, he switches the vibrator to a higher intensity.

"Z-Zayne!" You nearly scream, the word coming out garbled around his fingers. He pulls them out, trailing his saliva-coated hand down to your chest, pinching your nipple almost out of boredom.

"You did a good job being quiet...do you think you deserve a reward?" He circles the vibrator in brutal circles, watching you whimper as you cum once more, pleasure burning through you.

"Y-yes. Yes please I-I'm being good can I please...please have a reward?"

"I don't see why not. How about you cum a few more times? Does that sound good?"

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He looks no older than 4, in a soft blue pyjama set and the matching hat and slippers. Even more adorable is the seal plushie in his arms, the size of it nearly dwarfing him.

"I've never seen this photo." Zayne mutters, leaning over to peer at it. You can't stop gushing, feeling an overwhelming sense of cuteness aggression.

"You were just the cutest! Look at your little hat!" Your face hurts from smiling, while Zayne has begun to squirm at the feeling of being the object of your affection. You'd think he'd be used to it by now.

"It was part of the ensemble." He mutters, ears bright red. You can't help but laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"It was a very cute ensemble." You whisper in his ear, letting your teeth scrape him just enough to make him shiver.

"I'm glad you think so. My mother mentioned she has a green one in storage."

"Really? Why wouldn't she put you in it?"

Zayne smiles coyly, and is no longer as shy as he was a moment ago, leaning forward to press a few kisses to your mouth.

"She bought it recently. Just in case." His hand begins to slide up your shirt, the cool metal of his wedding ring making you sigh.

"In-in case of what?" You already know, but you need to hear him say it.

What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.

They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.

I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.

I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.

And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.

Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.

They were all so fucking nice.

And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.

Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.

They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.

and one for wolfie too! f2u + f!mc and m!mc versions

sylus ♡ xavier ♡ caleb ♡ zayne ♡ rafayel

synopsis: the reason why you love them pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: literally just fluff!!, mentions of throwing up in Zaynes'

Zayne

Your whole head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Moving even an inch makes you whine in pain, nausea settling deep in your stomach, skin nearly on fire.

It's basically hell.

"You should eat something." Zayne's cool hand settles on your forehead, and you immediately sigh in relief.

"M'just gonna throw it up again..." You complain, squirming into his touch. He hums, keeping his hand nice and cool as he presses it into your cheek.

"You might not. You need to give your body some energy to get better." He starts adjusting the pillows, so you reluctantly sit up, despite the immediate wave of vertigo.

“i dunno. hey, where do you think this piece goes?” valko holds up a small plastic building block—one of hundreds currently scattered across the living room carpet. today, he’s assembling a waterfall. another relic for your collection of nature-themed lego sets.

“hmm…probably right there, see?” you point toward a gray slab of rock. “the pattern at the top matches the one in your ha—wait. you don't know your birthday?”

“nope.” he clicks the pieces together, and his bushy tail swishes triumphantly. “before the pack took me in, i was out wandering alone. survival was more important than cake. thanks, by the way. i’ll be finished in no time. might even set a new record.” 

your heart aches a little, but you don’t let it show. “do you want a birthday?”

he snorts, and a pointy canine peeks out. “that a decision i can make?”

“i don’t see why not. it’s your life.”

“yeah?” he folds his arms across his broad chest, suddenly more interested in you than his toys. “let’s do one every day, then.”

“really? dog years don’t already age you enough? at that rate, you'll be nine hundred by next wednesday.” 

“eight hundred seventy-four chocolate cakes sound good to me. those’ll barely last me two days.”

humming skeptically, you slant your gaze at him and shake your head. “i don’t know if i can work with that age gap. anything over five hundred is just too risky for me.”

“okay, okay. you were the one who said i could pick,” he grumbles, though his eyes are alight with laughter. “…how about today, then?” 

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not? i’m having a pretty good day so far.” he watches you with something a lot like love, a rosy color coming to his cheeks. “couldn’t hurt to make it better.” 

“well, all right,” you breathe. right now, with him, you feel the same way. “today it is.”

Though, working a double at Akso would likely make anyone feel this way. At least that's what he assumes as he drags his feet towards the parking garage. He wants nothing more than to see you right now.

The sound of his car unlocking feels akin to a bomb going off in the quiet of the echoing space. There was still an hour or so until the morning shift was due to arrive, his surgery had ended early, he was positive you'd be quite happy with his sooner arrival time.

It's hard to believe how sore his muscles can get just from standing. It's truly not strenuous work, but staying in place for hours on end to operate on something as fragile as a human heart. It surprisingly weighs on more than just your mind. Every inch of his body seems to throb with relief once seated in the driver's seat.

Everything moves on autopilot. The car thrumming to life as he presses the ignition, seatbelt following, then the morning radio. A simple ritual that will carry him straight to you. Only then will he truly relax.

The drive through Linkon is quiet for this time of morning, still early enough that not many are on the roads yet to start their day. It makes it all the easier for Zayne to whisk himself to your destination. A small smile on his lips as he drives the route he knows by heart.

His mind is filled with images of your face, your smile, your sleepy yawn and quiet little "good morning" you'd whisper upon seeing he was home. It was enough to make his once throbbing muscles slowly ease, every mile closer seemed to put him more at peace.

It was long before Zayne pulled into his usual spot, shutting off the engine and shoving his keys in his pocket as he stepped out into the early morning air. He spotted you easily, a little beacon even in the early rays of dawn. "Good morning, my love."

Polished stone, your name etched into it, along with your dates. Below it resided Zayne's name, just his birthdate carved into the stone. A smooth, blank space waiting for the inevitable date of his own passing to be carved in. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, I had to work a second shift. Emergency surgery, you know how it is."

The world around him carried on as he carefully took a seat on the ground. The grass that had been planted was finally starting to grow, the flowers he had brought three days earlier were still thriving. "I miss you, so much."

Each word was carried into the morning breeze, blurred by the tears filling his eyes. Some days it was easier to come sit with you, other days, he was a wreck.

"Why did you have to leave me again?"

He can't get enough of the way the diamonds shine so beautifully in any environment. How he crafted it to sit so perfectly on your finger, so snug yet comfortable. Never to be lost or damaged.

Sylus especially loves the look of your wedding ring when it is the only thing you have on. When you're pressed down over his desk, clothes discarded everywhere around his office. Your stomach flat again the cool mahogany, your branded finger twitching in the dim light of the office as you grasp on for something - anything - to keep you sane.

"S-sylus... please!" Every thrust is brutal, so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest. "Please what?" he rasps, heavy body leaning down over yours. Dwarfing you entirely, pressing you harder into the surface supporting your naked frame. "What do you want me to do?"

He plows himself into you, sheathing his cock in its entirety inside of you. The bones of his hips digging into the fat of your ass and nearly making you hook a leg up over the desk to try and pull away. "Tell your husband what you want him to do to you." You should have kept your damn mouth shut, your head is spinning from how deep he is.

"I-I..." you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, stars blinking across your vision as your glittering finger catches the light once more. Reminding Sylus why he had gotten so worked up in the first place.

He was still getting used to you being his wife. His pretty, pretty wife. His hips started moving again before you could speak, his own imagination running from him as he leans back. A large hand coming down to connect with your ass cheek in a brutal smack.

"Don't be dumb now, baby. Tell me what you want. Or is my cock really that good? Your pretty pussy can't take a good pounding without your pretty little head going all stupid, huh? Your husband fucks you so good, doesn't he? Tell me how good I fuck you, baby."

He'd been punishing you for a week, refusing to touch you OR let you cum. So, now you were resorting to drastic measures in the form of your vibrator.

You slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to miss your chance. You'd been hoping to grab it from the nightstand and slip out to the bathroom to get off in the shower. But you open the drawer and instead of your toy, there's a locked box.

'For good girls only' The post-it reads.

It's scrawled in Zayne's handwriting, and it immediately makes you burn in annoyance. He's such an asshole, you have half a mind to never fuck him again.

"Coming back to bed?" His voice is rough with sleep, but clearly mocking. You look up, your glare clear even in the dark.

"You're evil, you know that? For a doctor you should-should be nicer!" You pout as you climb back into bed, though you don't fight his arms pulling you into his embrace.

"Evil, hm? You were about to replace me with a toy." He kisses your shoulder, lithe fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

"W-well you should have thought about that be-before you started this stupid punishment." You sigh feeling him cup your pussy, the pads of his fingers just barely brushing your aching clit.

"So needy...you weren't being very good though. Don't you think you deserve a punishment?" His hand goes still, and you whimper immediately.

"If-if you make me cum...I'll let you do anything you want on your next day off. Anything."

— in which you survey terrorize your husband by asking how much he'd rate your marriage

ft: all 6 LIs x reader content: fluff. raf's is kiiinda suggestive. xav and valko are sweethearts, zayne and sylus are menaces, caleb pulls an uno reverse. random mcdonalds mention? notes: 10th post! this is crazy, tysm for all the love <3