#or squeezing your hand gently for seeing me

[vmpireslut]

nsfw. slight somno.

✮⋆˙caleb always considered himself a true gentleman, taking pride in his manners and his ability to navigate life's complexities. yet, there were times when his polished exterior would slip. like now. the way he gently cradled your body, treating you like a fragile doll, showering soft kisses on your bare skin as you slept, was irresistible to him. you felt so warm and inviting. your soft snores, which might have bothered anyone else, only made him smile.

dark hair spread across the pillow, a few strands brushing against his face, bringing a grin to his lips. he cherished these little quirks about you—the way you curled up into a cozy ball, the way your nose twitched in your dreams. to him, every little detail was another reason to fall in love with you all over again. even after a long night that lasted until dawn peeked through the sheer curtains, he still yearned for more of you. it was only six twenty-five, yet the thought of being wrapped in your warm cunt stirred him awake.

with his calloused hands, he tenderly spread your thighs, his chest pressing warmly against your back as he nestled beside you. he vowed not to disturb your slumber, but a soft, unexpected moan slipped from his lips as he nudged his tip at your entrance. “my god, you’re so perfect.” your sleeping face contorts as he feeds you inch by inch, a familiar wetness allowing him to glide in effortlessly. he lets his eyes fall shut, relishing the feeling of you squeezing his shaft as he bottoms out. instinctively your back arches slightly as he begins to thrust, body naturally reacting to the slow, deep strokes. caleb shudders, pressing sloppy, wet kisses behind your ear as he molds you.

your breath is soft, a barely audible hum filling the quiet room. he sucks in a breath, the sound sending a tingle sensation from the top of his spine to his groin, where he can feel his cock swelling. the dark haired man hand wraps around your throat, holding your chin up as his lips explore the sensitive flesh of your neck. his strokes beginning to speed up, and the slight change in angle makes you stir awake. “ngnh! caleb!?” it’s hard to articulate as your husband pounds into you, his left hand digging into your hip, pulling you back onto his cock, splitting you.

“fuck, m’sorry ah—look so pretty when you sleep. shit, she’s suckin me in!” his voice is a deep, a rumbling whisper as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. the hand around your throat moves to the space between your breasts, keeping you pressed firmly against his body. the slick squelch of him pistoning into you filling the room like a melody, the bed shaking from his force.

he’s completely pussy drunk.

you can feel the way his muscles tense and flex with every thrust, his breathing labored. you love this side of him. it was a rare treat to see the normally composed, cool-headed man completely come undone. you feel his hand slide down from your breast, slender fingers splayed across your lower abdomen. “gah! feel me here?” his palm rests just below your navel, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

“y-yes, oh god!” it’s almost too much to take. caleb’s fat, pulsating cock stretching your walls, the mushroom tip nudging at your cervix. the lewd sounds of his dick gliding in and out of your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass echoing through the room. his hand on your belly caresses the place he’s currently invading, making your head spin.

you’re a heap, moans coming out as strangled cries. his name spills from your lips, over and over like a broken record. your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens, the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approach. caleb notices, of course, he notices everything.

his pace slows as his fingers find their way to your clit. you jolt, ‘s’okay. just relax.” he hums, rubbing small, firm circles against the swollen bud. “oh my gosh,” you whine, bucking back against him. it’s hard to keep your eyes from rolling back, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. he groans, biting his lip. teeth sinking into his flesh as his hips pick up the pace again, pounding into you relentlessly. the hand at your clit is unwavering, pinching, flicking, rolling the button drawing out loud moans.

the knot in your belly snaps.

warmth washes over you as your orgasm wrecks your body. white light dancing in the corner of your vision, the intensity of the pleasure sending you reeling. caleb doesn’t stop, both hands now at your hips, pulling you back against him.

he’s close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, needy.

his voice is raspy, barely above a whisper as he mutters your name, followed by a long, drawn-out whine. the warmth of his cum fills you, thrusts slowing to a gentle rocking motion. after a moment, he pulls out, watching with an unbridled hunger as his seed drips from your abused pussy. the sun begins to rise, a faint yellow light streaming through the windows. caleb reaches over to the nightstand, picking up his phone. seven am. setting the phone back down he wraps his arms around you, fingers lightly dancing across your stomach. you find yourself leaning into his embrace, humming as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“good morning love.”

[thezombieprostitute]

Don't Move

Based on this post. Entirely written on my phone.

Warnings: Smut. Please let me know if I missed any.

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It's been a rough day. It feels like every five minutes someone else was complaining to you about something you had no control over. Acting like your inability to help was a personal choice. It was frustrating and you were ready to pull your hair out.

Your main consolation was that the day had to end at some point. While you didn't relish the multiple flights of stairs you had to climb, at least you weren't at work.

You open the door to your apartment and stop short when you see your boyfriend, Bucky, sitting naked on the couch with his legs spread.

"Oh, hi Doll," he smiles. "Worked up a sweat cooking dinner and decided to take a shower. I'll go get dressed so we can eat."

"Stop!" you order. "Don't you dare move." You step inside and close the door, eyes not leaving his form.

"Doll?" Bucky's adams apple bobs as he registers the hunger in the gaze.

"Arms on the back of the couch," you instruct as you take off your shoes. "And keep them there until I tell you otherwise."

Watching Bucky's thick cock harden as you got closer made you feel good. Powerful. Needed.

"Feel free to say anything," you tell him as you kneel in front of him. He gasps as you put your hands on his muscly thighs. "But no touching."

"Doll?" Bucky whimpers and it sounds like music to your ears.

You start by kissing his thighs, gently squeezing from time to time. You slowly work your way closer to his erection. You give a lick, smiling at the whimper you get in response.

"Please, Doll. Please."

He starts to lift his hips to bring your lips closer to where he needs them but push yourself away.

"Don't move," you order.

He settles with a slight pout and hungry eyes. "Fuck you're gorgeous."

"Thank you," you smile. "But no more interruptions."

"Yes, ma'am," he groans. "But don't blame me if my arm breaks the couch."

You smirk as he hisses through his teeth when you gently bite his thigh. You go back to alternating kissing and licking up his thighs.

When you reach his balls you give them a playful kiss before fondling them. Bucky groans heavily and you think you hear the back of the couch creak.

You kiss your way up to the tip of his cock and lazily lick the precum off. You giggle as the back of the couch starts cracking.

"Please, please, please," Bucky grunts. His eyes are burning with desire for you, his muscles straining with the effort to not move.

You swirl your tongue as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. Bucky's hips start to move but he stops himself with a moan and more sounds from the couch. It really won't survive this but right now you don't care. You're in charge.

Bucky's please become breathier, his eyes begging you for mercy. He throws his head back as you slowly push more of his erection down your throat.

You feel yourself getting wet knowing that this huge, strong Adonis of a man is bowing to your will. Knowing that this man who could easily throw you over his shoulder is obeying your orders. You feel powerful.

Using your other hand to stroke his shaft you work more and more of him down your throat until you're choking on him. You let yourself breathe but you don't stop. Not when you can feel Bucky vibrating from how close he is. His chanting of "please" has become faster, more desperate.

Then you stop. Bucky let's out the most pitiful while you've ever heard from him. He gives you a pained look and you smile.

Leaning in close to him you whisper, "now fuck me like you want to."

Bucky's whimpers turn into growls as he gets off the couch and moves you against the wall. He strips your pants and tears off your panties. No doubt he's smelled how wet you've gotten from having him in your mouth.

He lifts you by the hips and thrusts up into you as a brutal place making you cry out. Normally Bucky's very good about prepping you but sometimes you just need to get fucked like a plaything and he's more than happy to oblige.

"Got me so worked up I need to cum now," he grunts. "But I also need to feel you milking my cock like the good slut you are."

His metal fingers move between your bodies. You'll never get over how strong your super soldier is. The cold of his fingers shocks your clit and you keen.

"That's it, Doll. That's it. Give me what I need."

Your body is quick to yield to him and you cum with a loud yell, Bucky following soon after.

He carries you to the couch and lays down with you on top of him as you both catch your breath.

"Thank you, Bucky. I really needed that."

He chuckles, "me too, apparently," before kissing the top of your head.

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Tagging: @alicedopey ; @darsynia ; @delicatebarness ; @icefrozendeadlyqueen ; @irishhappiness ; @kmc1989 ; @lokislady82 ; @ronearoundblindly ; @stellar-solar-flare

[nottsangel]

NINETEEN. phone sex — ghostface!theo

warnings — smut 18+. dubcon. phone sex. coercion. manipulation. guided masturbation. threats of violence. voyeurism.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“so, what’s your favourite scary movie, pretty girl?” the voice echoes through the phone as you swing your legs in the air before resting them on the coffee table. reaching into the bowl of popcorn beside you, you grab a handful and mindlessly stuff it into your mouth.

“uhm…” you think, slowly chewing on the popcorn as you stare into the distance, unsure why you’re still calling with this stranger. you don’t even know what he wants from you— he jumped straight to asking all sorts of random questions, intriguing you with his italian accent before you even had the chance to end the call.

you part your lips to speak, but before any words can come out, his low, ominous voice cuts through the phone again, making you nearly choke on your popcorn at his next words.

“do you always eat your popcorn burned?” your heart drops. a wave of dizziness washes over you as you stare down at the burned popcorn in your hand. panic grips you, your breath hitching as your eyes dart around the room, scanning every window, every shadow.

“listen to me very carefully, princess. if you want to live, you better do exactly what i say, capito?” the unknown man growls through the phone, low and commanding. your trembling body tenses, instinctively curling in on itself to make it smaller, the feeling of being watched sending a shiver down your spine.

“uhm, y—yes…” you stammer, still frantically glancing around, trying to figure out how he’s watching you— but through the reflective windows, all you can see is complete and utter darkness.

“good girl. now… stick your hand in your panties and make yourself feel good, a’ight? start slow.” he orders, causing your eyes to widen instantly, your mind racing, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“i— what!?” you gasp, nearly choking on your own saliva, your grip tightening on the phone until your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re squeezing it.

“oh, you heard me. now do it, before i decide to come inside.” his voice turns more stern now, an edge of menace to it that causes you to instantly obey, reluctantly slipping your hand into your stretchy pyjama shorts and lace panties.

“just like that. look at you… so fuckin’ beautiful.” the deep voice grunts into your ear as you slowly close your eyes, trying to focus despite the unusual situation. to your surprise, your cotton panties are completely soaked, making you feel ashamed and causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

“that feels good, huh?” he growls, observing your facial expression as your slick fingers gently rub over your sensitive clit. you bite your lip in concentration, pleasure slowly clouding your scrambled mind.

“mhm… it— uhm, it does.” you shyly admit, feeling even more embarrassed now as you say the words aloud, before hearing a low, condescending chuckle echoing from the phone.

“obeying a stranger just like that, tsk… never heard of stranger danger, hm? whatever… you’re my good girl now, got it?”

“b—but…” “no buts. you hear the phone ringing, you pick up, capito? it’s not that fuckin’ hard… unless if you want me to turn your house into a bloodbath. your choice.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[kouzih]

Hi!!!

What about some headcanons for cockwarming with Namgyu? Lowkey feel like he’d be really into it while making out or something tbh

Cockwarming w/Nam-gyu (Player 124) .ᐟ

( hi hi, i thought i already posted this but i forgot,, sorry!! and yesss he'd be so into it!! )

warnings : i mean isn't it obvious..

tags,, @gongyoosgf @cybrasigilism @paulilvsremus

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ When it comes to cockwarming, his ego actually increases a lot...considers himself talented and experienced.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The first time, you both did it without asking, it was something you did without even realizing it. He had already finished in you, but neither of you made a move to pull back.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ When you're cockwarming with him, all you hear is glances and his heavy breathing. Or maybe you’ll be sitting on his lap, squeezing around him as he scrolls through his phone. He’s got his phone on your belly with one hand on your waist to keep you from moving.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Or maybe when he's at his desk, your legs wrapped around his waist as your chests turn towards each other and your head rests on his shoulder. You have to keep your voice down because of the phone call he’s on with his friend. He’s deliberately holding the phone very close to you.

"Ah-"

"What was that sound?"

"Hm? Nothing. Must be your wild mind.."

"Yeah whatever, man."

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ He loves being inside you as you eat each other out in bed like there's no tomorrow. His hands caress your thighs, his half-open eyes checking to see if you try to move.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ He especially loves being inside you when you’re half asleep, he goes crazy when you lazily wrap your arms around him and fall asleep while holding his hair.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ We know he can't stop touching you, but of course he has his favorite parts. He likes to press the tip of his fingers along his own length, against your lower belly, and your navel. He tries to feel himself in you by pressing his fingers.

"Can you feel me? Right..there."

By 'gently' pressing his nail, he causes a squeal to come out of your mouth.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo? Maybe you should let him choose the design. Don't worry, he has a taste for that, and thanks to him you'll get a tattoo that will make Nam-gyu bite his lip when you take off your underwear.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ If you don't get a tattoo, don't be surprised if he writes something on you with the pens he gets his hands on.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ If you are brave enough to deal with him, you could try to pinch his nipples..and with his piercingssss.. but I can't promise if it will end well.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Pine-Scented Soap

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

A/N: i just love trilogy logan

Plot: You take a shower, and Logan joins you

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!, and fluff :), fingering, handjob, (is that considered mutual masterbation? IDK), some choking, slight breast play, scenting? is that a thing? It wasn't the goal but i wrote it anyway, Logan being a menace and sneaking in the shower. Smut first, fluff after

Word Count: 1356

Hot water ran down your head, over your face and down your back, and down to the drain at the bottom of the porcelain tub. Steam filled the bathroom, fogging the windows of the sliding glass door of the tub, and the mirror. 

Your eyes were closed as you washed your hair, performing you usual routine. Soapy bubbles painted your wet skin, slowly washing off as you rubbed your hands over your body with a bar of soap now. Something pine-scented, a bar of soap you actually got for someone else. 

Your hand ran down you arm, scrubbing it clean from the day you had, when you felt a second hand on your shoulder, almost ghost-like in the the way the fingers travel over your collarbone and then up your neck, softly resting there, as you felt a warm body press into your back. 

Now, how did he manage to sneak in without being noticed?

“Logan.”

Your voice held a warning- yet playful tone. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, softly tilting your head to the side. He brought his cheek against yours, his beard softly tickling at your skin, as you felt his other hand slide onto your hips and up your soapy torso.

“Yeah bub?” He answers lowly. Turning his head, where his nose brushed against your cheek. You carefully opened your eyes, and once you didn’t feel the soap burning your eyes, your rolled them as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“What are you doing?” You muttered, as his hand came up and traced over one of your breasts. 

“What?” He feigns innocence. “Just helping ya get clean sweetheart. You think I have less than innocent intentions for you?” His hand came back down over your neck, gently squeezing the flesh, and you could barely suppress your amusement. His hand cupped your breast, thumb rubbing over your peaked nipple. The slipperyness of the soap and water combined made the simple movement rush over your body, as you felt heat grow between your thighs. 

You felt him tip your head back onto his shoulder, his nose coming down to your neck and taking a deep inhale. “Mm.” 

“What?” You whispered.

“You smell like me.” He groans. He always had a thing about that, you smelling like him. Something possessive you didn’t quite understand.

“I’m using your soap.” You giggled. 

“Lil thief.” He grunted, he kept his free hand over your neck. His hand fondled your breasts, soap making things slippery, the heat of the shower making things intense. 

His hand ran down your torso and between your thighs, his fingers finding home between your folds. His rough calluses began pressing and circling over your bud, causing you to spread your thighs wider, in attempt to get more friction from him. 

“Lo, you think we could ever shower normally?”

“Normally? You saying this ain’t normal between us bub?” He says, a teasing edge in his voice. “Besides, don’t act like you don’t like it.” He growls into your ear, before nipping at your earlobe. 

He was right. Technically your normal was him and you getting it on in the shower. If you weren’t, there would be something terribly wrong. Logan loved showering with you, and at first you thought it was cute, possibly a bonding thing between you. Now though you’re pretty sure it’s because he gets a ticket to seeing the naked lady, and the easy access. You didn’t mind, you liked it to, just like you like giving him a little grief over it every single time just to see him beg- just a little.

His ministrations over your clit got faster, as he used practiced techniques he’d learn over his time with you to bring you to that peak. You moaned, tipping your head back onto his shoulder. His hand tightened over your throat, creating a pressure that wasn’t intense but more grounding. He brought his lips down to the crook of your neck, pressing soft gentle kisses along your skin. 

Your breath became faster, harsher, as the steam and the pleasure began to take over you, making you light-headed and weak in the knees. You brought an arm up, hand curling into Logans hair, his brown locks just now starting to get wet from the shower. His body pressed into yours, his hard erection against your back. You reached your free hand around to grab it- eliciting a groan from him as you began to stroke him. 

“C’mon baby.” He purrs, his voice tittering between controlled and a whine. With the wetness of the shower and your hand combined, your hand stroking him picked up pace. He let out a grunt when you brought your hand into a fist over his tip, thumb rubbing over his slit, pre-cum leaking out furiously over each stroke.

 Your hips involuntarily began thrusting with Logans fingers working over you- as your thighs trembled and you began to reach your peak. Logans breathing becomes harder as you matched his speed. Small whines and grunts escaping him as his hand grew tighter over your throat.

“Fuck- doing good baby- c’mon cum for me.” He moans into your ear. “You’re such a good girl, letting me do this to you- look at you-”

His praise was the final blow that sent you over edge. Your back arched, as waves of pleasure coursed through your veins, your abused clit throbbing as Logan continued working you through your orgasm. Your fist pumped him furiously, working on some sort of auto-pilot as you saw spots in your vision- unable to focus really on anything but Logans fingers. 

A loud curse escaped him, as he opened his mouth and bit down on your shoulder, a low moan vibrating against you as you felt something warm splash onto your back and cover your hand, his dick throbbing with each splurt of cum coming out of him. His hand loosened over your neck, and you attempted to catch your breath, still holding his softening cock in your hand. 

“Bleh-” You heard Logan groan, and you turned look at him cringing in disgust, licking his lips and shaking his head, his hand coming up to wipe his lips.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Got soap in my mouth when I bit you.” He mutters. You grinned and giggled and he smiled at your mirth, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. 

“You’re a goof.” 

“Yeah.” He says. “I’m yours though, ain’t that right?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smile, looking into his hazel eyes with fondness. “Okay, time to clean you up.” You inform him, moving to grab your shampoo bottle, and squeezing a generous amount onto your hand and reaching up to begin shampooing his hair. He tipped his head down a little bit to help you accurately scrub his scalp.

“That’s not my shampoo by the way.” He says with a raised brow, looking at you.

“I know- But if I get to smell like you, with your soap. You get to smell like me.” 

He chuckled. “A’ight, I get to smell like…” He picked up the shampoo bottle, reading the name off it. “Blushing peonies….Manly.” He nods, a purse of his lips confirming it. You giggle, turning him around and tipping his head back, so you can start washing the shampoo out of his hair. 

Once thoroughly washed, you spun him back around, and began washing him with your body wash - something called ‘Pink sugar’ that smelled like vanilla and flowers. Logan didn’t complain though, as your hands ran up and down his body in massaging motions. He tipped his head back, a deep exhale escaping him, and when you finished lathering him up, your arms wrapped around his waist, as you pressed yourself up against him- looking up at him cheekily.  He looked down at you, a look of amusement, and love. On his face. You aren’t quite sure how you and Logan managed to get here, with everything you both been through together. You do know though, that you totally get it, you really enjoy him smelling like you too.

[harmonyrae]

Crimson Glow

Synopsis: Xavier is worried when you don't show up to work. When he gets home and finds you in an interesting position, thanks to your raging period hormones, he knows what you need. But when you notice his injury, you insist he let you complete an "inspection" first.

Content Warnings: Unreturned Traveler & Misty Silhouette inspired, mentions of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, injuries, explicit language, angst, fingering & handjob, breath play, shower sex, rough sex, cute after care, PiV, implied unprotected sex, cream pie, Xavier is a menace, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.9k

Beep Beep Beep

The dryer beeps echo down the hallway and you reluctantly roll off the couch and shuffle your feet all the way to the laundry room. The fresh sheets smell heavenly and you nearly suffocate yourself pressing your face into the warm fabric. You really need to start tracking your period, starting overnight and bleeding all over your sheets is getting old. Then again, fresh sheets always make you feel better. You ball up the comforter and shuffle to your bedroom.

As you remake your bed you shift uncomfortably, your cramps have become overwhelming. Just as you secure the fitted sheet to the mattress you collapse, gripping your stomach. You reach for your comforter and pull it over your body. Cuddling the plush fabric, you settle onto your side. Your period has always been intense, but if feels like this month it is trying to outdo itself. 

You close your eyes, trying to stop the impending headache. You groan when you realize you left your phone in the living room, there’s no way you are getting up to retrieve it. You had already decided to let this sudden wave of exhaustion win. The sounds of traffic outside your apartment slowly fade away and the brightness behind your eyelids darkens. 

Xavier’s fingers always knew exactly where to go. There was never a moment of hesitation and he didn’t waste time being gentle, he knew what you wanted and how much pressure to apply. He never fails to get your hips twitching, your thighs burning, your back arching. How effortlessly he lifts you and sits you on his stomach, it never fails to make you shiver with anticipation. With his erection pressed against your ass your mind goes blank. Your hips grind against his abs, the ridges of his muscles giving you just enough friction to spur you on. You grind faster and faster, his hands cup your breasts and squeeze, pinching your nipples deliciously. Your breathing turns shallow and sweat trickles down your back as your need becomes unbearable. You swear you hear Xavier saying something beneath you, his voice quiet and far away. You think you mumble something about not hearing him, but you can’t be sure. And then a white light blinds you, blinking rapidly doesn’t help and you finally close your eyes.

“Somebody’s having a good dream…”

Xavier’s voice is quiet, he lifts his hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You open an eye and see Xavier crouched beside your bed, his chin resting on his hand. You lift your hand to rub your eyes and sigh. The frustration pent up in your chest is starting to hurt. And that’s when it hits you, his words, your position on the bed, everything becoming crystal clear.

Laying on your stomach, your hips pressed against the bed, your hand tucked under your breast. Were you grinding against the bed in your sleep? Your cheeks burn with the realization and you cover your head with the comforter. You hear Xavier’s chuckle and feel his hand rub your back.

“I was just coming over to check on you and…”

You pull the comforter back and squint your eyes at him. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. You finally notice his ears are slightly red and his touch feels warm.

“I heard you saying my name. Over… and over. I didn’t think you were asleep if I’m honest.”

You try to pull the blanket back over your head, but Xavier catches it and tugs it down to reveal your face.

“Stop hiding, you’ve caught me doing the same thing before. Don’t be embarrassed.”

You sigh and roll over, covering your eyes with your arm. You feel the bed shift and Xavier’s hands take yours, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your skin. 

“You weren’t at work today and you didn’t answer my texts or calls. Sorry if I was bothering you…”

You immediately throw your arm off and grab onto his.

“No! Baby, you weren’t… I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’m sorry. I was washing my sheets and then fell asleep and I probably had my phone on silent. I just…”

You sigh and squeeze his arm. He smiles at you and lifts your hand to place a kiss to your knuckles. Warmth spreads up your arm and across your chest at the gesture.

“I… I’m on menstrual leave…”

Xavier’s face relaxes as realization washes over him. He moves one of his hands to your stomach and carefully massages. You flinch and sink your hips into the bed away from his touch. Xavier’s brows furrow and he places his hand on the bed next to your hip.

“Are you in a lot of pain? Do you want me to get the heating pad?”

You turn your face away from him, the heat rising to your cheeks was surely noticeable. His fingers grab your chin and he forces you to look at him. 

“Stop pulling away, let me help. I can… Do you want me to cook something for you?”

Your eyes widen and you sit up. With the comforter pushed away, you feel your body shake. You watch Xavier’s eyes drop down and you follow his gaze, you realize your tank top is totally soaked with sweat. You hold your breath to try to stop the shivers, but it just causes your teeth to chatter. Xavier pulls the comforter off of you and stands, offering his hand to help you up. Your pent up frustration finally starts to boil over.

“I just took a shower and washed these sheets and now instead of blood, it’s my sweat! Fucking hot flashes! If it’s not one thing it’s another… Ughh…”

Xavier frowns and grabs your hand pulling you to the edge of the bed. You feel your body go limp as you let him guide you to the bathroom. He grabs a towel and hangs it beside the shower. You stare in the mirror at your disheveled appearance. Your hair sticks to your back and the sides of your face. The dark circles under your eyes have started to swell and your face and chest glisten with sweat. 

You watch Xavier through the mirror. As he lifts his arm to turn on the shower, you spot a tear in his uniform. You see blood staining the fabric around the tear and spin around so fast you make yourself dizzy. Once you feel stable, you rush over to him and damn near pin him to the wall next to the shower. Your hands immediately pull at the tear to look underneath. You can’t help but notice how he winces.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

You put your hands on your hips and don’t bother to hide the pout forming on your lips. 

“You are trying to take care of me when you’re the one who is injured? Did that happen today? Were you alone? I should have been there. Are you in pain?”

You start to reach for his waist, attempting to get a better view of the wound. He chuckles and grabs your hands.

“So you’re worried about me hiding my injuries from you?”

“Yes! Let me take a look at it.”

He doesn’t let go of your hands, no matter how hard you struggle. 

“Xavier, I mean it!”

The bathroom slowly fills with steam as the shower heats up. Xavier tilts his head and his smile becomes mischievous. 

“So you want to do an inspection?”

You grit your teeth and shift your feet, unintentionally stomping them with a huff. He chuckles.

“I’ll let you inspect my wound if you get in the shower with me and relax.”

Your frustration quickly turns to arousal and you have to clear your throat to keep up appearances. He releases your hands and starts unhooking the straps of his uniform. You take a step back and stare at him. He maintains eye contact as he pulls his jacket off and starts to unbuckle his pants. You can feel your heartbeat quicken. The bandage on his side comes into view and you have a moment of clarity, you really want to make sure he’s not badly injured. You hook your thumbs in your sleep shorts, tugging them down and dropping them to the floor. The only time you break eye contact is when you plop down on the toilet to remove your tampon. When you look up, you notice Xavier has turned around. You smile at the gesture and pull your tank top over your head. 

You walk over to Xavier, your eyes drifting from his bandage to his ass - that perfectly perky ass… You place your hands on his waist and he looks over his shoulder at you.

“The wound won’t get wet. I put a waterproof bandage on it.”

He quickly turns around and grabs your wrists, swiftly backing you both into the shower. The warm water washes over you and you almost stumble forward into him. He catches you and moves his hands to hold your shoulders. You run your hand down his side and inch your hand closer to his wound. When you don’t feel the edge of the bandage, you pause.

“Where is it?”

He lifts his arm and looks at the wound, a tiny trickle of blood dripping down his side.

“Huh? How’d it manage to come off? I guess it wasn’t as waterproof as I thought. That explains why it stings a little.”

He lets his shoulders droop and your eyes snap to his.

“I can’t even lift my arms now.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but the pathetic voice he’s putting on is just so cute, you decide not to call him out for it just yet. He leans back against the tile wall and lets the water run down his chest. He takes hold of your hands and guides them up to his neck.

“If you’re doing an inspection, you should be thorough. We can start with my neck.”

You start to pull back, should you let this continue? You know how Xavier gets and you know exactly what he’s doing. You’re on your period and the last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable. You’ve been in a relationship for a while, but never had a conversation about period sex. Is this his way of telling you he’s okay with it? Will he change his mind?

As if he can read your thoughts, he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingertips. He kisses your palm, your wrist and holds your other hand to his chest. 

“Stop overthinking… you have an inspection to do, remember?” 

The look he gives you is firm, yet loving. You blink rapidly, letting your body inch forward. When you feel his erection against your thigh you gasp. You feel the cloud of doubt vanish and you lean into his touch.

“Start with your neck, yea?” 

He nods and he lets go of your hands, resting his own on your hips. You trace the sides of his neck slowly, your fingertips trailing up his jaw and down the center of his throat. You lean forward and let your lips brush over the sensitive spot under his ear and he shudders. You pull back just enough to look into his eyes. 

“After that is my chest…”

His voice is steady, but his breathing has quickened. You slowly drop your hands to his chest, tracing the defined muscles of his pecs and fingering his nipples. His chest caves as you rub the pads of your fingers against them. You don’t wait for him to continue his instructions, you drift down to his abs, letting your fingertips drag across each flexed muscle. You feel your clit throb as you dig your fingers into his hips and lower a hand to wrap around his cock. He’s so damn hard and just the sensation of your hand touching him makes him twitch. You start pumping him, your mouth watering just thinking about tasting him. With his wound long forgotten, you quicken your pace.

“You’re rushing… It’s almost like you’ve been burned by it.” 

You try to slow down, but his trembling voice has your head spinning. Your grip is loose, you let your fingertips trace the vein along the underside of his shaft. You don’t even realize your pinky is curved in, your fingernail grazing his swollen tip with every pass. 

“Harder. Be more careful… and have... more patience.”

You press your other hand against the tile wall behind him. The hand stroking him tightening until he shakes and thrusts into your fist. When you have the right pressure, you start moving again. Your fingers sticking together to keep from scratching him, his precum starting to coat your fingers. You let your nose brush against his jaw.

“You’re so demanding…”

He groans, but you’re sure he meant to laugh. His breathing gets louder and louder, the louder he becomes the faster your pump. He doesn’t even need to thrust into your fist with how you’re moving. He leans his head back against the tile.

“Are you taking out your frustration on me? This isn’t an attempt to break me, is it?”

His hand leaves your hip and grabs onto your wrist, forcing your movements to stop. He presses his lips to your ear and nips at your earlobe, a soft moan escapes your lips and you press your chest against him.

“I already told you, breaking me won’t be that easy.”

With your hand loosening around his cock, he takes the opportunity to grab both of your wrists and spin you around. Your back hits the tile wall and you yelp at the sudden cool sensation. Your hands are pinned above you, his forehead rests against yours, his lips hover mere inches away from you.

“Now it’s my turn. I need to check in on you.”

You take a deep breath, barely able to keep yourself standing. The anxiety hits you again and you squeeze your thighs together.

“I’m not injured, it’s just… it’s just my period… and I don’t know –”

He interrupts you, his hand on your waist tugging you closer to his body.

“I know you’re not injured. But I still need to check…”

His fingers glide down your waist, curving under you until the pads of his fingertips find your clit. He’s not usually gentle, but he takes his time building the pressure, he watches your face to gauge your comfort. When your mouth falls open with a moan, he knows he’s in the clear and he presses his thumb against the swollen bundle. His index and middle fingers splitting you open before his middle finger circles your entrance. 

“Did you miss me?”

He tilts his head and looks down, watching as his finger dips into you. You press your ass against the tile and you feel your hips rotate, widening your stance to give him more access. You stare at him, the steam from the shower making your vision blur. 

“You were without your partner today… ahh… did you miss me?”

He looks into your eyes now, that mischievous smile returning slowly. Your tone was your undoing and you knew it. He lets out a breathy laugh before sinking a second finger into your tender pussy. His mouth slamming down onto yours barely giving you a second before slipping his tongue between your lips and stealing your breath away. He starts kissing your jaw and lowers his head to your neck, biting and sucking until your back is arching off the wall into him.

“Yes yes yes… okay yes… I missed you Xavier! I missed you!”

His fingers slow inside you and he nuzzles his forehead into the crook of your neck. 

“Just saying you miss me isn’t enough. Your body needs to say it too…” 

With that, he starts scissoring up into you, his fingers spreading you wider with each thrust. Your moans are so loud they echo off the walls and take you by surprise. His hand around your wrists loosens for a moment.

“It’s so cramped in here… let me come a little closer.”

He pulls your arms down and around the back of his neck. You lock your fingers and hold onto him. His hand drops to lift your thigh, guiding you to wrap it around his hip. He holds your leg up, while his other hand continues to finger you. You can feel how easily his fingers are sliding in and out of you now. While the little voice in the back of your head is nagging you about making a mess, your pussy clenching reminds you that you don’t really give a fuck right now. 

“You’re so wet…” 

You close your eyes and press your head back against the wall. Usually you’d fight against your bratty tendencies, but your emotions are running at an all time high. And you know how Xavier gets when you are a brat… And that Xavier is exactly who you craved. 

“We are in a shower genius…”

Xavier groans, his cock twitching against your inner thigh. His fingers almost stop moving, making your hips rock forward as you chase the pleasure. 

“You know… the water is warm now, but I want to increase the temperature.”

He fully removes his fingers and you look at him with wide eyes. You’re about to complain when he looks down and you feel his tip press into you. You look down and gasp at the sight of your pussy stretching to take him. He grabs onto your hip with his free hand and pulls your hips forward as he sinks deeper into you. The water running over your skin serves as the only grounding element at the moment. Your pussy sucks him in so quickly every worry and fear about your period deterring him vanishes and you dig your nails into his back.

“This is welcoming me back so warmly. Can you feel it?”

His thumb returns to your clit, circling and flicking in inconsistent intervals so you have no time to calm down. His mouth returns to yours, his kisses are needy - just as needy as your own. He moans into your mouth as he rolls his hips. Your tongue flicking against his lips makes him whine, your hands thread into his hair and you keep him pressed against you. You feel like you’ve lost control over your body, your pussy throbs around him over and over.

“I can’t… I can’t stop…”

“Yes, I feel it…”

You can’t hear anything other than the lewd squelches of his cock sinking into you and the steady slapping of skin on skin. He glides his hand up your back and holds your body flush against his. He tugs at your hair and you release his lips. He digs his face into your neck taking a deep breath, the steady pace of his hips never faltering.

“I missed you. I missed the warmth of your neck, too.”

You feel his lips drag along the column of your throat, not fully pressing down, just enough to make you shudder.

“As well as the soft sighs that escape your lips.”

He finally places a kiss at the top of your neck, right under your jaw. He sucks your skin hard and bites. You let out a breathy moan, all the air suddenly pressed out of your lungs. His tongue soothes the skin, his featherlight kisses return as he lifts his head to face you again. 

“Yes, exactly like that.”

He mumbles the words against your lips. He starts kissing you again, his hips thrusting faster with each moan. You’re so close, your clit brushing against the dusting of hair at his base, your pussy throbbing and clenching relentlessly, your nipples rubbing against Xavier’s firm chest. Your brain is short circuiting and you want more. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and bite down. Xavier squeezes your thigh in response, his head jerking backwards as his eyes scan your face.

“Ahh… Did you just bite me?”

You rub your thumb over his swollen lip and giggle as he winces dramatically. He grabs your wrist and holds you still. Your smile fades as you feel his hips stop moving.

“You are being mischievous again.”

You moan and try to press your hips forward. He drops your thigh and you gasp, but he leans down and tucks his hands between your thighs, he lifts you so your thighs rest over his forearms, his hand holding your ass. The look on his face is downright terrifying - in the best way…

“I need to punish you.” 

He steps back carefully and you lean back, your arms stretch out to the side to balance yourself.

“Wrap your arms around my neck or you’ll fall.”

You quickly wrap your arms around him and rest your upper back against the wall behind you. The arch in your back and the new position overwhelms you. He starts ramming his cock upwards, hitting that spongy spot just right, you’re seeing stars. Xavier buries his face between your tits as they bounce in rhythm with his thrusts. His mouth latches onto your nipple and his tongue rolls the peak quickly, round and round. You grab at his hair, trying to hold him close. You feel your orgasm spiraling, but something is still not quite right. He’s still being too gentle. You tug on his hair, trying to pull him away.

“Xavier… stop…”

He immediately lifts his head and looks up at you. His eyes half closed, his cheeks flushed - he’s close too, you can tell. You do your best to look uncomfortable, which forces Xavier to pull out and set you down carefully. You hold onto his shoulders and he holds your waist looking you up and down with concern. 

“Did I do something wrong?”

You look up at him, fluttering your lashes and biting your lip. You drop your hands to his waist and pull him closer. Your lips press against his neck repeatedly, sucking and biting as you try to back him against the shower door. You know he can read you, you don’t feel like telling him what you need, especially when your brain feels like mush at the moment. He grabs your face and you whimper, his eyes darken as he stares down at you. 

“You’re not being honest. I need to punish you again. Turn around. Your back should face me.”

His hands return to your waist and he spins you around, pressing your chest against the wall with his chest against your back. You feel his cock pressing against your ass. He tugs your hips back and you brace yourself, placing your palms against the wall. You gasp as you feel Xavier press his cock to your entrance again. 

“Xavier! Fuck…”

He pushes himself into you in one brutal thrust. 

“What? Too slippery to hold on?”

Your nails scrape against the walls. Your tits bounce off of the wall, your face pressed against the cool tile serving as a welcomed reprieve from the heat. Xavier’s grip on your hips tightens and you smile, there he is. He fucks into you so rapidly your thighs start to burn. 

“Ahh.. Xavier fuck… ngh!”

You gasp, struggling to get a full breath. The frustration you’ve been feeling all day slowly melts away. He steps forward, your body sliding up the wall and his hand circling around the front of your neck. He takes hold of your jaw and turns your head to face him. 

“Can’t catch your breath?”

He kisses you, his tongue tracing your lips but refusing to go further. You whimper as he teases you and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. He finally shifts his mouth to your ear to whisper.

“Even if you surrender now, I won’t stop.”

You moan and hold the back of his neck. 

“Yes yes ahh yes fuck yes Xav fuck!”

You press your hips back meeting him halfway and he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you so tightly you can’t move anymore.

“Are you… trying to press yourself against me?”

“Xavier please…”

You hear his wicked laugh, his grip around your neck tightens. 

“I knew you were pretending to be innocent again…”

To try to gain back a tiny bit of control, you bring your legs together and squeeze your thighs. Xavier gasps and his free hand slams against the wall beside your head. With your legs pressed together you can feel every tiny twitch of his cock.

“I see you learned a few new tricks while I was gone.”

The arm around your waist loosens and he slides his hand between your legs, he pinches your clit. You scream his name as your orgasm hits you. Xavier’s grip on your neck tightens again, you grab at his hand around your throat. His fingers leave you clit to grab both of your wrists and pull them behind your back. He loosens his grip to let you catch your breath, but just as you feel your lungs fill he tightens once again. The back and forth, the lack of oxygen, the steam surrounding you, the flow of warm water hitting your shoulder, it makes your climax even more intense. 

You feel a sudden burst of warmth and try to tilt your chin down, but Xavier moves his hand up to your jaw to hold you still. He presses his forehead against the shower wall beside your face and continues to roll his hips. You kiss his cheek as you come down from your orgasm and fight the sting of overstimulation. This simple act of love is the final piece of the puzzle. He groans loudly and you feel his release, the warmth spreading through you and dripping down your thighs.

“So, do you prefer it like this?”

He turns his head to face you, his nose pressed against yours. The hand around your throat relaxes and drops to your collarbone, his thumb strokes the skin there as his arm rests on your shoulder. He keeps himself tucked inside you, softening only slightly. 

“Maybe I do…”

He rolls his hips once causing both of you to groan. 

“Okay okay… yes I like it like this.”

He starts kissing your shoulder. His wet hair sticks to his forehead, water droplets dripping down his cheeks.

“I like it when you’re rough with me. It reminds me that I’m not made of glass… I need it… so yes, I like it.”

He laughs and pulls out. He releases your wrists and you turn to wrap your arms around his neck. He rubs your sides slowly. 

“Then, you can tie my hands and have some fun next time. How does that sound?”

You nod eagerly, just thinking about Xavier tied up and at your mercy makes your clit throb again. It seems the thought turns him on again as well. You giggle as you rub your thigh against his hardening cock. 

“But for the rest of today, your punishment…”

He reaches over and turns off the shower before lifting you, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He opens the shower door and carries you to the sink, setting you on the edge of the counter. He kisses you sweetly, but his hands roughly push your thighs apart.

“Must continue…”

He proceeds to fuck you on pretty much every surface of the bathroom. He takes you into your bedroom to clean you up and brings you a tampon before you get dressed. When you ask why you can’t go into the bathroom he just tells you to lay down on the couch and order food. When you try to argue he just kisses you until you give in. Usually you’d be angry with him, kissing you to stop a conversation, but you know he’s doing it on purpose so he can clean up the bathroom. He won’t let you feel guilty about the mess, especially when he was partially responsible for it.

You order from Xavier’s favorite hot pot spot and put on an old movie while you wait. When Xavier finishes cleaning the bathroom, he exits your bedroom with your bedding tucked under his arm. He heads to the laundry room to wash it, again, for you. You barely remember how upset you were earlier, just seeing Xavier walk around your apartment in just his sweatpants doing chores made you feel so loved. And horny… again... if you were being honest. 

Xavier curls up on the couch with you until the food arrives and he gets up to get you whatever you need while you eat. He massages your sore thighs and holds a heating pad to your stomach when your cramps return. And when you fall asleep in his arms, he carefully settles you onto the couch while he makes your bed. 

When he tucks you in and climbs in beside you, you scooch closer to him and rest your cheek on his chest. He holds you, his hand rubbing your back. You take a deep breath, savoring his warmth and you smile. When you open your eyes you see tiny specks of light floating around you. You tilt your chin and look up at Xavier. His eyes are closed, his breathing steady. 

“You’re glowing again, Xav.”

He hums in response, the orbs of light dancing happily in the darkness. You kiss his chest and watch the orbs float around until your eyelids feel heavy. You finally close your eyes and just as you’re drifting off to sleep you hear Xavier’s voice. 

“You’re the light of my life, I’ll always glow for you.”

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[ravens-bird]

"You really want to test me right now?" - Zayne.

Pairing: Zayne x F!Reader/MC

Tags: Boyfriend Zayne, uh not-quite-smut smut, oral F!receiving, kissing, fingering, thought of adding semi-exhibitionism, but i have no brain juice left - it's literally 3am. "Love" used as nickname

wc: 1.5k.

Note: Y'all... Guess who just had a dream and decided to write this right after 😮‍💨 Definitely not proofread 🦦 (I don't know what happened, the post got fucked zo repost)

You arrive at Akso Hospital and make your way to the receptionist’s desk, finding Yvonne sorting through paperwork.

"Hey, Yvonne. Busy day?"

She sighs, rubbing her temples—a rare display of exhaustion. You quirk a brow.

"You have no idea," she mutters. "Between the long shifts and this mountain of paperwork, I could use a vacation."

You chuckle. "I bet. Speaking of rounds, do you know where Zayne is?"

"In his office. He just finished up his last patient visit, so he should be resting right now." Then, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she adds, "But he mentioned clocking out early today. I wonder why…"

A playful smirk tugs at your lips. "I might have an idea."

She grins. "Go on, then. Before something else comes up."

You thank her, and make your way up to his office, your heart picking up speed at the thought of finally seeing him after so long.

It had been two weeks since you’d last seen Zayne—his business trip to Mt. Eternal with Dr. Noah had kept him away, and by the time he returned last night, you were already gone on a last-minute mission. This morning, he’d left for work before you even got home, and seeing him had been the only thing on your mind the whole day.

Naturally, the first thing you did after getting off work was come find him.

Stepping inside, your eyes land on him immediately.

Zayne is seated on the couch, his coat and glasses set aside, tie loosened as he leans back with his head resting against the cushions. Was he asleep?

You hesitate for a moment before softly calling his name.

He stirs, blinking up at you in surprise. That’s all the confirmation you need. In a heartbeat, you close the distance, launching yourself onto him before he can even stand.

Zayne grunts at the impact but recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you settle into his lap. "You could’ve just said hello, you know."

You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the faint, yet familiar scent of his cologne. "Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I missed you."

His hands settle at your waist, fingers squeezing gently. "I missed you too." His voice is softer now, more intimate. Then, amusement flickers in his eyes. "You’re awfully energetic for someone who spent the night hunting down wanderers."

You groan against his skin. "I should just kidnap you for the weekend."

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Oh? And do what with me, exactly?"

You pull back slightly, to playfully glare at him. Before you can speak, he lightly presses the back of your neck to bring you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“How was your day?” he asks, kneading the back of your neck gently and you melt into his touch, instantly distracted.

“Tiring, but it wasn’t as serious as Tara had made it sound,” you sigh. While the clean-up itself had been a walk in the park, the travelling had been tedious, even with the faster and advanced motorcycles from the Association.

His eyes were bright, and he was looking at you so warmly that you couldn't help but beam at him.

"Yvonne said you were clocking out early." Your fingers find the loose knot of his tie, tugging playfully. "Any particular reason?"

His gaze dips to your lips before he clears his throat. "I figured we deserved a night in."

"Mmm." You hum, letting your hand drift from his tie to his chest, feeling the steady pulse beneath your fingertips. "You’ve been gone so long, Zayne. Do you know how hard it was to sleep alone?"

His jaw tenses slightly, but instead of addressing the obvious implication in your words, he exhales slowly, as if willing himself to stay composed. "We have chamomile tea at home. Studies show it can improve sleep quality with its mild sedative effects when taken before bed."

You blink up at him. Then a slow, sly smile spreads across your lips. "Chamomile tea?" Your fingers graze the fabric of his shirt, trailing lower. "Right, but that wouldn’t help."

His brows knit slightly. "The white noise machine in the bedroom has a setting that mimics rainfall—"

"Not the same as having you next to me."

Your voice is softer this time, but there’s no mistaking the way your fingers press against his chest, the way your body leans into his just enough to make your point.

His grip tightens slightly. "We are still at the hospital," he reminds you, though his voice lacks its usual firmness. "And you're making this difficult."

You smirk, tugging the tie loose until it comes off. "Am I?" You shift just enough for him to feel the friction, watching as his breath catches. "I’m not even doing anything."

The first button of his shirt comes undone beneath your touch, your nails grazing his collarbone.

His hand snaps up suddenly, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not rough, but firm enough to make your breath hitch.

"You really want to test me right now?" His voice is a quiet warning, laced with something dangerous.

Your pulse spikes.

"What if I say yes?"

For a moment, he just watches you, tension coiling between you like a drawn bowstring. Then, Zayne exhales slowly, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin before he tilts his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that steals your breath.

There’s nothing hesitant or soft about it this time.

A small gasp escapes you, and he swallows it greedily, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer, pressing you flush against him.

"You’re doing this on purpose," he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint.

You don’t deny it.

When he finally pulls away, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before he shifts beneath you, his hand trailing up your thigh and to your heat, rubbing you through the thin material of your pants.

"Zayne—" your voice hitches as his fingers press more firmly.

"Yes, love?" His tone is teasing, though his own breath is slightly uneven.

"What happened to being at the hospital?"

"You talk too much."

Before you could retort, he moves again, picking you up with startling ease and changing your positions until you're the one beneath him, pressed into the cushions. The feel of his weight against you, the press of his hips, and his growing arousal, makes your stomach flip in anticipation.

His fingers make quick work of the button of your pants after undoing your belt, pushing them down just enough before his hand dips between your thighs, his touch firm and teasing.

You suck in a sharp breath, hips jerking against his palm as he rubs you through your underwear. He watches you closely, his pupils blown wide with desire. His fingers slip beneath the last barrier of fabric. The sensation makes you whimper.

"So impatient," he speaks in a low voice, his voice a rough whisper as he presses down just right, making you arch into him.

"Zayne—"

He silences you with a heated kiss, swallowing every sound you make as he finger-fucks you. His free hand grips your hip, keeping you pinned as he builds a slow, torturous rhythm, his breath hot against your lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" His silken murmur makes you want to clench your thighs together, but he holds you in place, lips trailing down your throat. "Say it."

You barely manage to gasp out a needy "yes" before he rewards you with a deep stroke that has you trembling beneath him. His chuckle is dark, satisfied, as he continues his slow, deliberate pace, drawing every reaction from you with precise, practiced movements.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as the tension coils tight within you. You clench around his fingers, feeling the start of a wave of euphoria when he pulls his hand away, and a desperate, needy noise escapes you.

“Be patient,” he chastises, and you resist the urge to swear when he slides your pants down further, his fingers trail teasingly against your bare skin before he shifts downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh.

A strangled moan escapes your lips as his mouth finds you, his tongue stroking in slow, deliberate patterns that have your fingers twisting in his hair, your thighs trembling around him.

Zayne works you open with his mouth and fingers, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps as he devours you with unrelenting focus.

“That’s it, love.” The roughness of his voice was so damn sexy. “Be a good girl, and come for me.”

That finally did it.

When you finally shatter, he groans against you, holding you in place as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

As you pant, still trembling, he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked onto you with something dangerously intent.

Before you can catch your breath, he’s already reaching for his belt, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. "We’re not done yet, love. You started this."

[right4you]

Only one

Summary: you meet Joel every Friday night. Same room, same routine, same agreement. Date no one else.

Word count 5k. Warnings: smut.

Friday night, your favorite day of the week.

A wide grin is splayed across your face as you rush home from work. Parking however when you make it. Wasting no time when you step inside heading straight to the shower to get ready. Luckily you’re home alone and can pamper yourself without your parents asking where you’re going. Excitement bubbles in your lower belly picking out the sluttiest lingerie for Joel Miller.

When ready you head to the hotel going over the speed limit rushing to arrive earlier than what the map calculated. The valet boys notice your car and rush over to attend. You slip out of the vehicle tugging on your coat belt keeping it secured. “Good evening” they greet taking your keys and ushering you inside.

The staff inside wish you a good night welcoming you for your once-a-week stay. You only smile at them, speed walking to the elevator.

They never give you any weird looks as to why you meet an older man every Friday night. Joel Miller curated a story that you two are a couple who meet at this place when your work schedules overlap. They also know not to question a man with money.

A man who owns his own construction company. Also, he is your dad’s boss.

The throb between your legs only intensifies when you press the 13th button. Now only a minute away from seeing him. A fit of giggles slips out from excitement looking at the numbers increase.

A tiny ding indicates you have reached your level. You slip out once the doors separate. Anticipation runs through your veins as you stride down the hall never dropping your smile. His cologne lingers in the air and you inhale deeply savoring his scent. You take out the key card as you reach the door.

It’s always the same room #1111.

He waits by the entrance waiting for the sound of the door to unlock. Not a second later his hands are on your body as you enter. “Hi” he smiles leaning in for a kiss.

“Hi” you reply sweetly wrapping your arms behind his head, giving him a light squeeze.

“I missed you”

“Same” you giggle as he presses you into the wall undoing the tight belt of your coat.

“Cold outside huh” he says as his hands unbutton the brown plastic buttons of the khaki coat folding the slides away from your body. He pulls away giving you a long look. His dark brown eyes travel from head to toe. A low whistle blows through his lips hands coming up to touch the white lace lingerie set. “You always wear the cutest sets baby” he whispered leaning in to capture your lips pulling the coat off your body falling at your feet.

“Take me to bed cowboy” You hike your right leg over his hip and he responds by picking up both legs and wrapping them around his torso. Your heels clack from behind him as they meet at the ankle, one over the other.

“Yes ma’am” he obeys walking you over to the huge California king bed that had rose petals thrown over it like confetti, celebrating your affair.

You giggle as he throws you down gently. You land flat on your back palming the sheets and tugging at it slightly. You rise your knees separating them ever so slightly. “Come here” you seductively whisper. He quickly crawls over taking a moment to admire you. He slots between your thighs. You watch him with hooded eyes studying the way his eyes appear full of lust and a shade darker than usual.

“You like?” Whispering swaying your body underneath him as he scans the lace perfectly fitting your body.

“Y’know, I don’t care what you wear. I want what’s underneath this delicate lace” he said in a low tone tearing the thin fabric over your cunt. A sharp exhale releases from your lips as his fingers meet your folds gliding a finger up and down, feeling your wetness. “Always so wet for me, so perfect” he murmurs capturing your lips, muffling your whiny moans.

Your hands come up from your sides cupping his jaw, pulling him closer to you. Parting your lips allowing him more access as his tongue invades your mouth tasting you. You meet his tongue with yours pushing back into each other mouths.

He briefly pulled back “You’re my only one. You know that right,” he said lowly kissing down your jaw. His tongue licks your sensitive skin just behind your ear. You squirm planting your hands on his back feeling his back muscles ripple against his shirt.

Fuck why didn’t he take it off?

“Yes,” you respond leaning your head back towards the cushions allowing him more access to your neck. The feeling of his lips disappears suddenly. You lick your lips confused as to why he stopped.

“Repeat it” his tone is stern. Thick-calloused hand comes up to the back of your head lightly tugging your hair at the base of your scalp. “Look at me when you say it” he demands.

Meeting dark brown irises, eyelashes fluttering, and with a devious smile you repeat “I’m yours, the only one.”

“That’s right” he leans back down to kiss your swollen lips. His left hand trails down your skin awaking goosebumps in its way. He starts at your shoulder, down your chest, stomach, and hips. He stops at your clit rubbing small circles. He elicits more moans pressing harder building up the pleasurable tension.

“Mmm,” you groan, gripping onto his forearm feeling the bicep muscle flex as he continues to touch you. “Oh Joel” you moan into his mouth.

“Keep making those sweet sounds baby” he encourages you. His fingers continue to make smooth tight circles on your clit. Your body twitches each time he hits the right spot and you coo when he finds a steady rhythm. Your body reacts arching your back into him and moving your hips rutting against his palm.

“Fuck” you gasp feeling yourself close. “Fuck” he swirls harder. His lips connect with yours kissing you passionately, only making it better. “I need you, please” you beg to him in a rasp.

“Wait baby” he drags his finger up and down your cunt and you gasp. Your body withers when he plunges two thick fingers into your cunt.

“Mm,” you desperately whine pouting your lower lip. Raising your hips to meet his thrusts chasing the friction of Joel’s digits pumping hard in and out of you.

“I need you to come first, can you do that for me” he whispers not stopping.

You nod eagerly already feeling the first wave of please overcome you. Your brows knit together as you focus chasing the high. A loud moan slips past your lips not caring who can hear you. “Don’t stop” you yelp wrapping your left hand around his wrist that still held your hair.

Your right-hand rubs up and down his left arm. He flexes combining his thrusts with the tapping of his thumb on your clit. You finally feel your orgasm approach. An intense wave of pleasure hits you “‘m so close!” Then another, then another and finally you come the feeling of hot intense pleasure explodes from within leaking out of you into his hand.

“Yes just like that” he breathes watching you undo yourself. “Did so good” he praised gliding his right hand out of your cunt. Down the skin of your thigh. Then landing flat against the bed, beside your head. His other hand lets go of the base of your head and gently cups your cheek for a tender kiss on the lips.

He lays down beside you pulling your body close to his. “How was your day?” He whispers into your hair inhaling the sweet smell of your shampoo.

“Good, busy but good” you respond breathlessly.

“Yours?” You ask laying completely still but he continues to lightly touch your skin with his pointer finger tracing small circles on your stomach.

“Alright, better now” he chuckles lowly and you respond with a smile closing your eyes.

After a few minutes, your breathing finally regulates into a normal rhythm not feeling fucked out anymore. The throb pulses back, heating your lower abdomen with desire. You want more, you need more and he reads it in your face. He bites his lower lip already undoing his belt. “I still need you” you whine helping him out of his shirt. Leaning onto your side you prompt yourself up by your elbow. Undoing the white button up exposing his smooth tan skin.

“Take 'em off” he breathes leaning himself completely down on his back allowing you to undress him. You rise to sit on your knees tugging the belt out of its loops and dropping it on the floor. A smack is heard as it lands and you both chuckle. He lazily lifts his hands to undo the button and you tug at the legs slipping him out of his trousers.

The sight of his thick hairy lips causes you to salivate, craving him in your mouth. “Another time, need to be in you” he responds reading your thoughts. You pull him out of his boxers and you quickly move yourself over his body. Positioning yourself. His hand reaches down his body to widen the rip of your lace over your cunt. He holds the base of his cock as he swipes the tip over your folds a few times.

You both groan at the feeling of him pushing himself in. You hold onto his shoulders bracing yourself. He sighs feeling you stretch around his girth. “You good baby?” He rasps and all you can do is nod biting your lower lip.

After a few seconds, you begin to rise then sink back down his length. “Fuck” you both groan doing it again and again. He grins watching you move slowly on him. His hands hold onto your hips tightly already feeling bruises form as he helps you move up and down his cock. It’s soft and slow at first just savoring the feeling.

A breathy moan escapes you feeling his tip hit your g-spot. Your movements pick up a pace squeezing around his length earning deep moans from him. You smile arching your back head tossed back. “You look so good baby, riding my cock”

You look down at him finding him staring wickedly up at you with an intense look in his eyes. “Fuck” you whisper closing your eyes sinking down his length tugging his soft curls. Your chest is right over his mouth and he takes the opportunity to nip at your skin catching your sensitive bud in his mouth and lightly sucking on your nipple. His hands are everywhere touching and teasing you.

You keep grinding on him not stopping even if his licking and touching you becomes too much. Your breathing becomes heavy and sweat beads on your skin. Hair sticking to your forehead and shoulders. “You always take me so well baby, the only one who knows how to ride me. Fuck. Don’t stop” he groans deeply within his chest feeling the vibration on your body.

“Mmm, Only one” you slur.

Your eyebrows swaddle feeling your peak approach and the twitching of his cock in you tells you he’s close too. With this, you rise back up holding onto his chest and balancing yourself as you ride him to the end. “You’re close baby?” He asks and you quickly nod whining when he fucks into you harder. Your bodies slap against each other and you cry holding onto him.

“Fuck right there” he feels your walls clamp around him digging into his flesh as your orgasm begins washing over your body and he is close. His hips falter losing control as his orgasm overcomes him. You both undo at the same time lazily riding out each other's high before stopping. Bodies still then you collapse next to him exhaling a deep breath.

“That was…” he starts breathlessly.

“…so good” you finish his sentence laying completely still.

♡

Wednesday evening, you sat at the dining table as your mother served dinner going over weekend plans with your dad. Friday is only two days away and you can’t wait for it to come. You press your thighs together at the thought with a small smile on your face as you bring the pasta to your mouth.

Ears perk up at the sound of Joel’s name from your father's lips “he invited us to dinner this Saturday” he motions to your mom and himself and you look away uninterested. “We completed that huge order I was fussing about. Said I really showed my recruitment skills. I hired 5 guys, they seem promising” he smiles to himself proudly.

“That’s good! Are we still going out of town next month?” She asks him and he shakes his head no. A smile of relief comes to her face but you mentally frown not having one week to yourself.

Once a month they leave to check in on one of Dad’s work sites. He’s a lead manager in Joel’s company so he gets his own site up in Dallas. They just got back from their trip last night. “Finished some accounting for this month’s payroll and Gustavo assured me he has it covered so I don’t see why I should go up there.”

Your mom takes a seat next to you patting your shoulder with a warm smile. You look over at her nodding and smiling back. “Did you have a good weekend?” She asks you.

“Yeah stayed in Friday” you lied looking down at the plate of food “but I went out on Saturday with Kels. Spent the night and then did some errands Sunday. Her mom says hi by the way.” Informing your parents of your ‘weekend’. Kelsey is your best friend who always covers you on Friday nights. When they’re here you use her as if y’all are going out and spending the night but when they’re gone you ‘stay in’ enjoying some quiet time.

Luckily they believe you, they know better not to question their sweet daughter. You grew up an only child and never misbehaved. Had a bit of a phase in middle school but grew out of it in high school. Because your dad threatened to pull you out and work full-time at the construction company.

Fuck that, Joel rarely shows up doing most of his work from home. He only goes if it’s a huge paying project, has a meeting or something gets messed up. Which is rare with his team. Your dad talks highly of him. He’s an exceptional businessman having the best staff to keep his business stable.

“Do you think he’s going to invite that, man what’s her name” your mom speaks up. Immediately you look up from your food creasing your brows together as she tries to remember her name. She presses a fist to her mouth closing her eyes to help her remember.

Who the fuck is she talking about?

After a few long seconds, you desperately wait for her to remember. “oh Claudia!” She snaps her fingers. “The women he’s been seeing?”

Claudia? The woman he’s been seeing! You internally yell. Irritation builds within your chest, eyes slightly twitching. How could he lie to you? You feel a scowl express on your face and you clear your throat forcing yourself to act normal.

“He didn’t say he is” your dad replies and they both nod enjoying their dinner, oblivious to your trembling anger.

We agreed not to date. Who the fuck does he think is breaking our number one rule. I should have known. A man like him isn’t only keeping one girl.

He’s probably actually taking her seriously. You in-vision her. A pretty woman, likely close to his age, takes her out on dates, buys her nice things, fucking her every day but not Friday. He’s probably promised her a future together and god you wish you were her.

How long has he been seeing her?

Fuck, has she been there all this time?

“I’m full” You abruptly get up ignoring the confused glances from your parents.

Heading back to your room locking the door behind you. Picking up your phone from the desk, looking down at his notifications. With a roll of your eyes, you walk into the closet shutting the door.

You sit on the carpeted floor legs crisscrossed under you. Biting down on your lip contemplating if you actually want to pick a fight on a Wednesday night.

Screw it.

Curiosity burns all over you. You have to find out who is Claudia and if it’s serious. You have the right to know. What a fool you would look if he strung you along. Believing all of his empty promises. One being; the two of ending up together, no longer hiding y’all’s affair. With a sigh, you press on the contact bringing it up to your ear. The coldness of your phone sends a chill down your hot body. You impatiently listen to the dialing tone as it cuts off “Hey” he chirps.

“Who the fuck is Claudia.” you seethe immediately diving into it.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me, who is she?” You spat.

“No one, what are you talking about?”

“Joel, I know you’re seeing someone. Don’t lie to me”

“I’m not lying to you.” His voice doesn’t falter, he’s good at keeping his cool.

“Yes, you are!” You argue.

“I’m not, can we not do this over the phone? I’m trying to finish some work” You can hear the exhaustion in his voice but you don’t care.

“Work” you laugh even though nothing is funny. “Are you with her right now?”

“I’m with no one.”

“Joel. I’m coming over”

“No, you’re not. Listen, baby, I have a lot of work to do and I have to finish today. Can this wait till Friday?” He’s stern but you don’t care.

“No” you end the call. Rising off the floor flicking on the light looking for your shoes. You slip on some Birkenstocks and a light sweater. Texting Kels to cover for you. She hearts your message confirming.

As you walk past your parents you exclaim “Girlfriend emergency! I’m going to kels love you!” You storm out of the house and you hear them reply back with an okay before slamming the door shut.

♡

You shortly arrive at his place slotting in the key he gave you a few months ago. You can’t help but wonder if she has a key. God, what will do if she is here? Wondering around his house busying herself while he works away in his office. Not caring enough. You burst into a quiet dark home.

His truck is out front so he’s obviously here.

The large living room is shut off no sign of anyone lounging around. You step in further passing the kitchen expecting him to be waiting for you near the entrance but it’s dead silent.

You continue down the vast hallway leading to his office. You pass his room the doors open but the lights are out. There’s a yellow glowing strip underneath the office door and you twist it open. His head peaks above the monitors slipping his glasses off his face.

He is here.

A breath of relief blows past your lips.

“Jesus Christ” he mutters standing up from his chair with hands at his hips “I told you to wait till Friday”

“And I told you no. Who is Claudia?” Your arms cross over your chest arching a brow at him. “Are you seeing someone else, Joel?” You question.

“No, who told you I was?” His brows crease together walking away from his desk standing in front of it.

“It was brought up at dinner. You’re going out with my parents on Saturday and my mom asked my dad if you’re bringing a date.”

He scoffs shaking his head “I’m not bringing anyone.”

“Then why did my mom say her name!”

“Claudia” you cringe at the sound of her name coming from his lips “She is just a friend,” he said calmly only making you angrier.

“Bullshit” you seethe through your teeth “You’re lying to me!”

“Baby I’m not lying to you.” He shook his head walking towards you but you step back. “You can’t seriously believe I’m dating other women. I know the rules I wouldn’t break em” his head leans towards his shoulder pressing his lips together watching you pace.

“Then why did my mom bring her up? She isn’t the type to make up things” you remark.

“I’m not calling your parents liars by any means. I can explain. Quit pacing.” You halt. Arms crossing over your chest. “Claudia was introduced to us on a work trip. She’s a partner for a business, they have this big project coming up and we’re trying to seal a deal. She and I are in communication. Since we’re always talking to each other. I may have mentioned that we’re growing close. In no way am I dating her” he explains. “They probably just got the wrong idea” he suggests.

“Please, I know how men like you are.” You roll your eyes at his lame excuse turning away from him and walking over to the large window.

He scoffed “Men like me?” He spat causing you to turn back and look at him.

“Yes! You’re all similar. I’ve heard this shit before.”

“Meaning?” His eyes slightly squint, shoulders squaring appearing larger.

“I’m not new to this Joel.” You completely turn your body his way fixing your posture mirroring his. “Why are you even creating a personal relationship with her? Shouldn’t it be professional?”

“It is!”

“You literally just said you are growing close.” You state “I don’t create close bonds with any of my potential clients so why should you? Gosh you said you were different” You turn away from him again facing the window again. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes feeling overwhelmed with anger.

“Baby please get that; I would never do that to you” his voice is soft and he sounds closer. Your head slightly turns to the side confirming he’s is only a step away from you.

“you told me I was the only one! That you’d never let me go.” You twist to face him again. His eyebrows raise with concern seeing your glossy eyes “You said you would wait for me! How could you turn your back on me? Obviously, it’s more if my parents think you’re dating her!” You push on his chest but he barely moves.

“But it’s not. I still stand on waiting for you” he replies. “It’s only you, nobody else. Please understand that” he keeps his tone calm stepping forward into your space his hands coming up to hold you. “If I could bring you as my date I would.”

Your eyes meet his. His gaze softens slightly nodding his head mentally repeating ‘you’re okay. Believe me, hoping you get the message. Eyes dart between his, the sadden expression on yours melts away. He tugs on you meeting his hard chest. Feeling a bit defeated, you melt into him. His warmth soothes you. One of his hands rubs small circles on your back helping you relax. You think about his calm demeanor. Not once did he raise his voice, lose his temper, or make you feel crazy. But he must think that you are. I mean can you blame him? Storming into his house swearing up and down he’s seeing another woman behind your back. Acting like you lost your head.

“Do you understand that?” He asks again.

You lazily nod your head with a sigh. Hugging him back resting your head on his chest.

The two stood together for a moment in silence. Kiss him, you think. Chewing the inside of your cheek, contemplating the idea, or just stay in his arms for a while.

His phone goes off and you both look over at his desk. Her name pops up on the screen almost like it is taunting you. You scoff pushing him off walking out of the office stomping towards the front door. He’s hot on your heels trying to grab you but you’re quick to dodge him.

“Don’t go” he pleads from behind you trying to grasp your elbow but you yank it away.

“No, fuck this I’m done. Why is she even calling you at this hour?” You exclaim picking up a pace.

“I was waiting on a response” he comments not helping the situation.

“And she can’t email you.” You scorn over your shoulder. You look ahead of you his door just an inch away. Pulling it open but before you can step out onto the porch, his arm wraps around your middle carrying you back inside and slamming it shut.

“Joel!” You yelp fiercely trying to wiggle out of his gasp but he doesn’t loosen his grip not even when you scratch his skin. “Let me go!”

“You are not leaving. Not when I taught you things that your momma will never know” he carries you down the hall, pressing his cheek to your head lips close to your ear and you shudder. He notices “Who will make you cum the way I do?” He tries to husk his voice trying to divert your attention but it makes you realize something.

“I should have known better. I was just some young thing for you to fuck. You used me. Please just let me go” you desperately cry wanting to be anywhere but here.

“No, no that’s not true” he brings you back into his office kicking the door to close behind him “Are you going to stop acting like a brat and listen to me?” His voice booms from behind you feeling the vibration from his chest onto your back. He sets you down on the black leather couch in his office. “Look at me” he demands and you peel your eyes away from the floor looking up at him. “This isn’t about your age. I am not going behind your back seeing other women. This is strictly work-related. I understand why it may bother you but I would never do that to you. You’re my everything and I can’t wait for the day we can be together not just on Fridays. Just for your benefit, I will have Tommy handle it. Deal?” He declares in one single breath looking hotter than ever.

Good to know his promise still stands.

But you still roll your eyes. Just to annoy him a little bit.

“None of that. Words” he demands.

“Sure whatever,” you say looking away again hiding your face with your hair as a smile forms on your lips you look back at the floor. Feeling better knowing he will cut communication with her and make Tommy, his brother, also co-owner of the company, handle it.

His phone buzzes again and you groan something within you knows it’s her. “she’s just a friend?” you look back up at him and he tiredly nods his head yes closing his eyes. Silently praying you don’t cause another fight.

And you’re not.

The idea rolls around in your head. Quickly deciding to go for it. You flip your hair back leaning into the cushions smirking up at him. He quirks a brow intrigued by what you’re going to do next. “Answer it while you fuck me” You couldn’t deny it anymore all this fighting turned you on.

His face switches from annoyed to desire “Naughty girl” he said lowly smiling down at you happy with your response. Not a second later you both fumble out of your clothes. You lay on the couch and you giggle together as his bare body slides in between your bare legs.

“Don’t forget your phone!” You squeal pointing back at his desk. He smacks his lips together getting up to grab it. It’s not ringing anymore but she sure does call again.

You lick your lips watching him position himself “Was your dick hard this whole time?” You ask breathlessly looking down at his hard leaking member. He nods his head slipping inside you quickly pumping in and out not giving you time to adjust. “Christ you’re wet” he mumbles bringing his phone to you. “You answer it,” he says handing you the phone.

“Ah!” You inhale when he hits the soft spongy spot in your cunt. Back arching off the couch as he continues to hit the sweet spot. “Fuck right there” you exhale. Trying to focus on answering the call. Your finger glides across the bottom of the screen placing it at the edge of the couch.

“Joel” you moan his name thrusting your hips trying to match his fast pace. The sounds of y’alls skin slapping against one another mixing with the loud moans, fucking each other rough and fast. You hum with approval, music to your ears. This sex feels angry and frustrating but oh so good. You lift the top half of your body from the couch, propping the back of your elbows on the cushions and balancing your weight on them.

She’s still on the phone.

You smile proudly closing your eyes when his thumb comes in contact with your clit rubbing fast messy circles “fuck” you moan feeling the coil in your lower belly twist tighter wanting to break free. “Just like that, faster” you cry body twitching under him.

He groans biting his lower lip and pumping in you faster and harder. “‘m so fucking close” he rasps picking up your thigh, resting it higher against his side.

Your head tosses back onto the couch “Me too” you slur licking your lips. Your hands grasp the couch's edges for leverage as his thrusts become messy and you can feel his dick twitch inside you. Your walls tighten around him signaling that you’re close. Hot flashes of pleasure snap all over your lower body collapsing on your back. “Oh my god!” You gasp feeling your orgasm wash over you and you moan cumming all over his cock. He pumps your juices back into your cunt still pulsing around him.

“Keep doing that” he whispers. The walls of your pussy continue to contract around his thick cock “Oh!” he yells “I can’t-“ he quickly pulls out his hot cum spilling all over your lower belly and you watch in awe as it paints your sweaty skin mixing together.

He’s breathing hard hand coming up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Joel leans back on the opposite of the couch trying to catch his breath “She hung up” he murmurs in between breaths followed by a small chuckle.

“I hope she got the clue.” You respond tiredly with a smirk.

[simonsrileyhusband]

smaller reader topping and pegging ghost <3

nsfw. reader doesnt have a dick.

simon sighs, looking at you smiling at him.

"no."

"come on! just once, it would feel good i promise." you beg him.

"lovei, i dont think im made for that."

"you dont know that."

"fine, fine. we'll try it once, and if i dont like it you pull away and ill fuck you senseless, got it?" you smile widely, kissing his cheek.

"got it!"

a few weeks went by and finally it arrived, the black harness you ordered. you smiled when you picked up the box and rushed into the kitchen where simon was finishing the dishes.

"what was it?" he asks, mindlessly putting the last washed plate on its place. "oh fuck..." he whispers once he turns around and sees the box with the logo of the brand you and him choose. "already?"

you nod and grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom, it was a long week, filled with preping, cleaning and reaserching.

simons body hits the soft bed when you push him into it. you can see doubt on his eyes, you know what he is thinking, he wont like it and he would end up foing what he wants, oh how wrong he was.

you sit on his lap, his big hands going to your hips like always, you kiss, rub, bite, squeeze and lick how he does, or at least you try.

"is that the best ya' got darling?" he teases, your hands wonder down, pulling up his shirt and his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. his thick cock stands proudly infront of you, aching for your touch.

"needy, huh?"

"fuck you"

"oh i will, dont worry"

you take your time to tease him, making sure he gets needy. your hand slowly jerking him off, your lips leaving soft kisses on his tip, never puttinf his dick inside your mouth.

"fuck, please, it hurts, love." he moans and whines, his back arching to try and feel just a bit more.

"what do you want?" a soft lick along his lenght makes him shiver.

"fuck me, please, i dont care... fuck me" his whole face is red, his big hands ties to the headboard. you smirk and stand up, putting the strap on, taking your time, watching him grow desperate.

after a few deep kisses, stroking his dick, pushing his legs up and whispering reassuring pet names on his hear you were inside of him, all of it, 5 inches deep inside of him. simons eyes roll back, teary, heavy breath.

"shh, shh, i know, i know, you are doing amazing."

"fuck" he whines, closing his eyes. you hum and kiss his cheeks and jaw until you feel him move, his hips rolling and buckling.

so you start trusting softly, pulling away just a few inches and then shoving it inside slowly. your hands are resting on the back of his thighs, pushing them against his chest the best you can.

it doesnt take long for him to grow hungry, begging for more. your trusts are faster and deeper, his moans higher and his rambles more incoherent.

"fuck, please~"

"please what? am i going too fast? should i stop?"

"no! no, please no. shit, darling, please touch me. i need it." he whines, his eyes teary, his forehead a bit sweaty.

"since you asked so nicely." you mumble as you grab his cock, moving your hand up and down quickly, teasing his tip and squeezing in the best way.

"fuck! love, i-..." he shuts his eyes, he shoots all over his chest, you stop trusting and gently let his legs fall into the bed.

"how was it?" you whisper as you lean in, simons breath his heavy, his chest moving up and down roughly, he doesnt answer, he just groans.

with a gentle movement you pull out, making him whine. "im sorry, sorry love."

"ill go grab a towel and some water, okay? we can cuddle after." he nods, rolling over and hugging a pillow, panting and red, you smirk knowing that this wont be the last time the both of you will do this.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hiiii I’ve been interested in your work for so long! Idk if you’re taking requests but if it’s no trouble maybe you could do a situation where a cocky hero is patting down a shy villain and being ✨Spicey✨ about it? Thankyou in advanced 🩶

"For the record," the hero said, as the villain's face went scarlet, "I'd normally ask before putting my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. Consent is important! But in this case..."

The hero drew out several knives from the set hidden beneath the villain's clothing, tossing them aside.

The villain's hands twitched uselessly in the cuffs, an aborted protest squeaking on their tongue to be careful with those!

"Well," the hero said. "Need must, eh?"

"That's all I've got," the villain said. They felt hyper-aware of the solid heat of the hero's body behind them, pinning them up against the brickwork of the alleyway with one hand, while the other patted them down.

The hero laughed softly.

"What a gorgeous liar you are too. It's as if you think I don't know you." The hero promptly pulled out a second set of knives from the villain's other side, where they lived tucked against against the villain's ribs. The villain shivered at the delicate brush of the hero's fingers - a little cool from the night air. "Turn."

The villain didn't particularly want to turn and let the hero see their face. Disarming compliments aside, nobody needed to know about the way the villain's heartbeat was thumping wildly in their throat. Or about the blush. It was just embarrassing.

"I can make you turn," the hero said. Not particularly unkindly. "How handsy do you want me to get?"

And that question - well. The villain turned so fast it nearly constituted an attack, mostly because their brain still hadn't recovered from the deft way the hero had pressed them up against the wall in the first place. The confidence of it. The fact that no one else had dared lay hands on the villain in a very long time.

The hero raised an eyebrow. Their head tilted. Their gaze roamed, entirely too thoroughly, over the villain's face. As if they could decode every secret there like it was nothing.

The villain cleared their throat and looked down, squeezing their eyes shut.

"Having fun?" the hero asked, like they knew the answer.

"No!" The villain's face burned all the more. They would have covered it with their hands if they could. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

The villain said nothing.

The hero set their hands gently on either side of the villain's ribs, dragging them down. They confiscated the various gizmos and bits of wire from the villain's pockets, before sinking gracefully to their knees.

The villain's breath gave a treacherous hitch.

The hero grinned up at them. A disgusting, cocky, arrogant, beautiful grin. They had the audacity to wink.

The villain bit down hard on their tongue. "Don't mock me," they managed.

"Not mocking you. Spread your legs."

The villain stared at them.

"Gently teasing you, perhaps," the hero allowed. "But not mocking. And certainly not about to underestimate you just because you're feeling shy. As delightful as the reaction is. Would it help if I told you that you have nothing to feel shy about? So."

The villain's stomach flattered molten. They shifted their position, leaning more heavily against the wall.

"Good," the hero all but purred.

"Pretty sure there's, like, a police officer who could do this."

"Yeah, but that would require me to trust that they'd treat a sweet thing like you right."

"...I've never been called sweet before."

"Sweet as cyanide. My favourite kind of sweetness." The hero's clever hands grazed the villain's thighs, easily finding two more sets of weapons and an emergency communication device strapped to their inner thigh. "Like a walking armada, aren't you?"

"I like being prepared."

"And are you?" The hero glanced up again as they smoothed one hand down the villain's leg, then the other.

"What?"

"Are you prepared for me?"

The villain's mouth opened but absolutely nothing came out.

"Guessing not," the hero said. "You've gone all wide eyed."

The villain shut their eyes, but then that was worse, because they could still feel the hero's hands on them. They coughed. They made a valiant attempt at composing themselves.

They failed.

"Shoes off," the hero said. "I'll give you a hand."

The villain's eyes snapped open. "You're not..."

"Strip searching you?" The hero's grin widened, and the villain hadn't known it could do that. "Not in an alleyway. That seems cruel. You'd get chilly."

"R-right."

"But you're right that I probably should be thorough. Doubt I'd manage to catch you again any time soon if you escape."

The villain caught themselves thinking it was a shame, that. Ridiculous. Utter nonsense.

The hero eased off one of their boots, then the other, taking with them the secret compartments in the soles.

It was equally ridiculous to feel somehow vulnerable with only their socks. They had the days of the week on them. Nothing like the sleek black of the rest of the villain's clothes.

The hero's eyes softened a fraction, even as the grin turned to a smirk. They rose to their feet again, the villain just a few inches shorter without the boots.

The hero traced their finger along the villain's jaw, like they might possibly have a secret capsule hidden in their teeth. They did. But that was beside the point. And not findable from simply brushing their cheek, however much it made the villain's breathing go shallow.

"Hotel across the way work for you?" the hero asked.

"W-what?"

"Told you I need to be thorough. Don't think I'd catch you again." The hero nudged their chin up, some of the bravado fading to expose the steely intelligence at the centre of them. Just as dangerous as the villain, in their way. "Not entirely convinced I caught you this time."

"You think I planned this?"

"Wouldn't put it past you, my one person battalion."

The villain's mouth felt very, very dry. Mostly because it was true. They'd planned to get caught. They'd prepared. They just...no they really hadn't prepared for the hero. Had they?

"Not as cocky as you come across, are you?" It came out barely above a breath. They should have been annoyed, furious, but...

The hero simply gave them that grin again. Even brighter and cockier than before. The picture perfect image of a powerful hero who hadn't yet learned what it was like to lose.

The villain swallowed.

"Yeah," they managed. "I suppose the hotel works fine. Do make it a nice room if you're going to get handsy. Some of us have standards."

The hero laughed at that. A full, genuine laugh from the belly. They pressed a kiss to the villain's head and the villain - well. The whole world shifted slightly. Dizzy. Intoxicating. How could the hero do that so easily? Like it was nothing?

"Excellent." The hero spun them, one arm linking them together, to keep the villain gathered close their side. Their lips pressed against the villain's ear, making them shiver anew. "Lead on, gorgeous. For you, I can even get the top security suite."

[oneforthemunny]

living in a material world |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|

prompt: you have a new year's resolution to save money, and eddie is more than willing to help you. based off this no spend prompt idea

contains: minors dni. smut, smut, smut!!! dom/sub themes. everything is consensual. it's kinda soft!dom in a way?? not super bratty or super hard dom. dom!eddie / sub/brat!reader. spanking. alcohol. oral male and fem receiving. aftercare duh. language. shopaholic reader lol. they love each other and they're really kinky and horny.

word count: 8k+

New Years Eve, 1989 

“What’re you doin’ out here?” 

Arms folded over your chest, you stepped out onto the back patio of Steve Harrington’s home, the bitter chill of the night sending your body into a near shock. It was cold, so cold you were surprised it wasn’t snowing; too cold for Eddie to be sitting out in. 

“Hi, baby,” Eddie mumbled, lips wrapped around the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips. A cloud of smoke exhaled with his words, the familiar burning of nicotine filling the air, luring you to him. “Just came out for a smoke.”

“Hm,” You hummed, slinking with careful dragging steps towards the metal lawn chair he was sitting in, hands sliding down his leather jacket, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. The effects of too many plastic flutes of champagne were starting to take their toll on you, leaving your head a little cloudy. 

“Wondered where you went.” You sighed, carefully moving to stand between his legs. 

Eddie’s free hand found your waist, sliding over the velvet of your little party dress- he’d told you that you didn’t have to dress up, that his friends wouldn’t care, but you insisted. It’s New Years Eve, Ed, you told him with an eye roll that had him swooning. He was glad you dressed up anyways, always a little treat for him to see you in pretty things like that. 

“C’mere,” Eddie muttered, cigarette hanging loosely around his fingers, pulling you into his lap, grinning at how you squealed gently. “I know you gotta be freezing, sweetheart.” 

You leaned into the warmth of his chest, head pressed into the crook of his neck, letting his arms wrap around you, holding you close. “How are you not cold?” You muttered, words starting to slur gently, eyelashes fluttering with sleep. 

Eddie snickered around the smoke that rolled out of his nose. Such a lightweight, he’d tease, always poking fun at you for falling asleep the second a drop of alcohol hit your system. 

“No, I’m fine- hey,” Eddie’s leg bounced, shaking you on his lap. “Gotta stay awake, baby, it’s not even midnight yet.” 

“I am awake.” You scowled at him, tossing a glare and a pout his way, brows pinched in frustration. “I was just resting for a second.” 

Eddie snorted, bumming his cigarette in the ashtray. “Right.” He scoffed, hands sliding down your tight clad legs, squeezing your thigh gently with affection. “C’mon, sleepy girl, still got an hour until midnight.” 

Head tipping back to lay on his shoulder, your glazed eyes met Eddie’s, lashes batting up at him sweetly, a lazy smile on your face. Eddie’s heart swelled at the sight, your smile infectious, making his lips curl with you. 

“What?” Eddie said around a smile he tried to swallow. 

“You gonna kiss me at midnight, Munson?” He could smell the champagne on your breath, feel the warmth of it close to his skin.

“No, I think I’ll go for Jeff this year.” Eddie chided sarcastically, eyes rolling big and dramatic for show while his dimples creased in his cheeks. “Was that a real question?” He looked at you playfully. 

“Jeff?” You giggled, sitting up straight. “Jeff’s my replacement?” 

“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie shrugged playfully. “He just knows more about D&D, just knows the way to my heart.” 

You shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a grin that matched Eddie’s. “Of course I’m gonna kiss you at midnight.” Eddie shook his head lightly, hands finding your waist, pulling you back into his chest, nose pressing into your shoulder, leaving a tiny kiss that had you squealing with silly giggles. 

“Might even take you up to one of Harrington’s guest rooms. Kiss all over you at midnight.”  Eddie’s voice dropped to a low gravel, leaving you shivering with anticipation, his teeth grazing playfully, nipping at your shoulder. 

“Stop,” Your cheeks burned, tingly with heat from the alcohol, from the way Eddie made your body rush with excitement. Eddie’s lips pressed against your shoulder again, hand on your tummy, pushing you back into him so he could kiss his way up your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake. 

“Eddie,” Your groan was anything but convincing, teetering on a moan. “Stoooop.” Nasally and whiny, just how Eddie liked it. 

“I’m not doing this out here.” You muttered, willing yourself to pull away, head tilting from his lips. 

“Why not?” Eddie muttered, lips vibrating on your soft skin. “We’ve done it plenty of times outside before.” 

“Yeah, but not when it’s twenty degrees outside.” You scoffed, his warm hand smoothing over your cold, tight clad legs. “Let’s go back inside. I’m freezin’.” 

Eddie groaned when you stood, body absent of your touch, but your hand still in his, tugging him lazily out of the chair. “Fine,” Eddie’s chains jingled from his jeans, standing with a soft grunt. “But, hey, you gotta stay with me, alright?” His hand found yours, fingers intertwined, the metal of his rings cold against your skin. 

“I wanna kiss you right at midnight. Gotta stay by me.” Eddie’s grasp pulled you into his side, squeezing your hip with affection as the two of you stepped back into the warmth of the party. 

“Hey, hey, look, there he is,” Gareth greeted Eddie loudly, a hand thrown at him in emphasis. “See, ask him now- Robin! Ask him now!” 

“Ask me what, Buckley?” Eddie rolled his eyes, reaching for the plastic cup of beer he’d set by the door. 

“We’re talking about our resolutions.” Robin smirked, proudly, a little darkly. “And we wanna know what your resolution will be for this brand new decade? Hopefully a better taste in music?” 

“That should be yours,” Eddie snided with a scoff over Steve’s bark of laughter. “And yours,” A finger jabbed into your shoulder. “Both of you have the worst fuckin’ taste in music I’ve ever heard.” 

“Oh, says you-” 

“-Yeah, Ed, that’s really bold coming from you. All your music is just loud.” You huffed, rolling your eyes big, for show. You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s brow quipped in warning. It made your spine tingle. 

“Loud, yes.” Robin nodded. “That’s the best word to describe it. Just loud.”  

“Well, yours is just bad.” Eddie scoffed. “Madonna?” 

“Oh, please,” You laughed. “You love Madonna.”  

Eddie’s lips tightened, pinks burning gently at the chorus of laughter his friends gave. The statement was a stretch, you knew it. Eddie liked that you liked it, and he especially liked when you’d sing for him in the van, silly and sweet. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough kids.” Steve rolled his eyes, voice raising over Robin’s and Eddie’s. “Let Munson speak.” 

“I don’t have any resolutions.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m already perfect.” 

“Boo!” Robin cupped her hands around her mouth, sound echoing over the music. “Come on!” 

“I’m not participating in one of the stupidest societal pressures that have ever been created just because-” 

“-Here we go,” Jeff muttered, eyes rolling dramatically next to you. 

“-Fuck off, I’m right, alright? And you all know it’s stupid too. Over 90% of New Years resolutions fail, because they’re fucking unrealistic and stupid to begin with! I mean, you pick the middle of winter, after all these holidays to choose to get your life together? Fuck that.” 

“You got him all riled up now, Rob.” You passed her a grin, shoulder bumping hers playfully as you went towards the coffee table for another drink. 

“Hey, what about you?” Robin turned, leaning over the couch. “What’s your resolution?” 

“Hm, I dunno.” Your lips twisted in thought, legs a little wobbly from the liquor, yet you still poured yourself more. “I think I’d like to stop buying so much stuff. Save my money for big purchases.” 

“That was mine too.” Nancy nodded. “Stop buying things just because they’re cute. I have just piles of useless junk in my house because I thought it was cute. Now it just sits there.” 

“Exactly.” You smiled. “I’m the same way with shoes. If I see a pair of shoes, I have to have them. It’s like all my senses leave me, and then I get home and I have an identical pair already there.” 

“See? That’s a good one.” Robin looked over at Eddie pointedly. “Not all resolutions are stupid, Munson, your girl has a great one.” 

“Yeah, can’t argue with that.” Eddie’s tongue ran down the side of his cheek, shrugging lightly, though his eyes stayed dark, rolling over your frame the same way he did when he was thinking of a punishment or a new something to try in the bedroom. You didn’t bring it up and neither did he. 

New Years Day, 1990

The New Year rang in quickly, filled with liquor soaked cheers and a rather sloppy kiss on Steve’s couch from Eddie. His ringed hands cupped around your cheeks, pulling you in, uncaring of the ones around you. It left you giggling, nose brushing his, chest spilling over with heat like a froth of champagne bubbles. 

The night was uneventful after that. You’d said your goodbyes to your friends with silly, well wishes for the New Year. Eddie got you in the van, hand on your thigh as he drove carefully through the backwoods towards the trailer, eyes peeled for any cops. You’d nodded off twice, a gentle shake to your thigh waking you with a frown, giving Eddie a sleepy, drunken growl of, “‘M awake.”   

The next morning, when you woke with a slight headache and an incredibly dry mouth, Eddie had two aspirins already beside your bed with a glass of water. Your makeup had been washed off, your party dress swapped for an old, worn t-shirt, and Eddie next to you, his arm lazily thrown over your waist. 

You thanked him by palming him through his boxers, straddling him and pressing warm, gentle kisses down his neck until he woke up, grinning with sleep lines still creased into his cheeks, eyes half lidded with sleep, but his hands on your waist, bunching up your t-shirt. You started your first day of the New Year in your favorite fashion- pressed to the mattress, nails digging and scratching down Eddie’s shoulders and spine while his hips snapped furiously into yours.  

“Hey,” Eddie muttered, chest still covered in a soft sheen of sweat, propped against the pillows piled on the head board. 

“Hey,” Your giggled floated back towards him, the sun shining through the slotted blinds, illuminating over your features. 

“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said last night.” Eddie hummed. 

Your face fell, blinking blankly at him. Fuck, what had you said last night? The night was a little hazy, liquor soaked, and blurry.

“Nothin’ bad, baby.” Eddie could read you easily, too easily sometimes. “I meant about your resolution.” 

“Oh,” Your shoulders fell gently, relaxing at his words. “Yeah, what about it?” 

“I was just thinking,” Eddie groaned lightly, sitting up. “If you were serious about that, maybe, I dunno, maybe I could help you out with it.” 

“Help me?” You grinned, pulling the crew neck over your head. 

“Yeah, help you.” Eddie’s lips twitched in a grin, eyes trailing your ass as you bent over, shimmying your panties on. “Help you keep it.” 

“How would you do that, hm? Lock my bank card up? Take away my piggy bank?” You teased lightly, rummaging through your drawers for your pants. 

“Somethin’ like that.” Eddie hummed, head lolling to the side lazily. “I was thinkin’ more like, you break your resolution, I get to punish you how I like.” 

Your spine straightened at his words, that familiar icy rigidness flooding your system. “What?” A squeak of a response that left Eddie grinning. 

“Y’know, just as an incentive, or- well, maybe more as a deterrent to keep you from breaking your resolution.” Eddie’s hands twitched under the covers, excitement coursing through his system. “Make it a little fun, don’t you think?” 

“Doesn’t seem all that fun.” You muttered, brows creasing. “Sounds like you get to have all the fun, just waiting for me to mess up.” 

“No, no, hey- c’mon, baby.” Eddie sat up, shaking his head gently. “‘S not like that. I just- I thought it would be fun. Thought you might like that.” 

Your fingers tugged and pulled at the sweatpant strings in your hand. It did sound fun, exciting, at least, but you didn’t want him to know exactly how eager you were. 

“What do I get as a reward?” You countered, eyes narrowing gently, lips twisting and pursing. “I mean, if I break it, I get punished. But what if I don’t break it? What’s in it for me?” 

Eddie snorted lightly, chest rising sharply with a laugh. “Well, I mean, you don’t break your resolution for one.” He said pointedly. “But, fine, for every week you don’t break your resolution, you can decide what you want your reward to be.” 

“Hm, that’s a pretty good deal.” You hummed, lips twisted in exaggerated thought. 

“Yeah? You wanna do it?” Eddie’s eyes lit up, wide with excitement. 

“Before I agree,” You lifted your finger. “I want to clarify a few things.” 

“Go for it.” Eddie nodded. 

“This is only for silly purchases, like the shoes and the trinket things, ok? The impulse buys. If it’s a planned purchase, that doesn’t count.” You crossed your arms gently. 

“Ok, I’ll agree to that, but you have to tell me if it’s a planned purchase ahead of time, alright? Can’t just buy something and go, oh, it’s a planned purchase! That’s not fair.” Eddie mocked your voice, face scrunching in exaggeration. 

“One, I don’t sound like that.” You frowned, leaving Eddie snickering. “Two, fine. I’ll agree to that.” 

“Sound like a deal?” Eddie’s brow lifted. You nodded. “Gotta shake my hand, baby, seal the deal.” 

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, walking towards the bed, your hand slipping in his extended one, giving it a firm shake, before Eddie’s grasp held on tighter, pulling you towards him and onto the bed. He wrapped his arms tight around you, grinning at your squeals and shrills of giggles, pressing his nose into your cheek, peppering your face with kisses. 

January 16th, 1990

The first week had been a breeze. 

The first two days of the brand new year were spent mostly in bed with Eddie, cleaning around the trailer, revitalized for what opportunities the new year would bring. An exhausting return to work came quicker than both of you would have wanted, mixing with the sun setting at six o’clock, you’d blame your deterrent of spending on the frigid weather and your own exhaustion. 

However, that didn’t stop you from claiming your reward that Sunday. An hour and a half spent sitting on Eddie’s face until you nearly cried from pleasure, collapsing in a boneless pile next to him. Your favorite reward, and one he was more than happy to give you. 

The next week, it was more difficult. Especially when the boutiques around the downtown square, that you’d pass on your way to work, started to put up their winter clearance. When the pair of boots you’d been eyeing forever were finally marked half off. And they were so cute. You told yourself you’d just go by and look when you got off, just a peek. 

Luckily, your size was sold by the time you got there after your shift. Divine intervention, maybe. The universe telling you to stick to your resolution, that you don't need more shoes. 

Your Sunday reward wasn’t as sweet as it was the time before. 

The itch began after that, growing and gnawing at you. The shop windows you used to adore looking in now taunted you, reminded you of what you couldn’t have with every handbag, sweater, scarf, shoe, anything. 

“Hey, you wanna go to the mall when I get off?” Eddie hummed, pulling you away from your magazine. 

You thought flipping through a Vogue might settle some of your desire to buy something, seeing the obnoxiously outrageous prices- so far, it was only making it worse. All you could think about was how Shonda’s Shoes had an identical looking pair of knock off Jimmy Choos that were going to be the rage this spring. 

“Yes,” Your eyes lit up, snapping the glossy pages shut. 

Eddie’s brows lifted playfully, disappearing under his curly bangs. “Wow, that’s pretty eager. You don’t even know what it’s for. What if it’s something terrible?” 

“At the mall?” You snorted lightly. “What’s terrible at the mall?” 

Eddie shrugged lightly, slurping down the last of his coffee, putting the mug in the sink. “I dunno, I’m sure there’s somethin’ shitty in there, but I need to go to the music store. Get a couple more guitar picks. I keep losin’ them.” 

“You keep throwing them after your shows.” You gave him a pointed look. It was true, the more popular Eddie’s shows had become at the small town dive bars, the more daring and eager he got on stage, really putting on a performance, and always tossing his guitar picks towards the drunken, middle aged women who danced by the stage his entire set. 

“Aw, don’t be jealous, baby.” Eddie cooed mockingly, arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest. “I’ll throw one to you next time.” His lips buzzed against your cheek, stubble tickling your skin as you squealed with giggles. 

Four o’clock couldn’t come quick enough. Eddie had only worked a half shift, much to your pleasure. 

“You’re already ready?” Eddie grinned, dropping his keys on the entryway table when he walked in. 

“Yeah, you said four.” You twisted your watch band around, looking at the face. “It’s four-fifteen.” 

“I know, baby, I’m just messin’ with ya.” Eddie’s brows furrowed, quipped with questioning, eyes flickering back over to yours. “‘M just gonna shower real quick. Change my clothes and we can go.” 

Your shoulders tightened, annoyance rolling over your frame that you tried to contain. “Alright.” You muttered, trudging behind Eddie towards the living room, plopping on the couch while he started down the hallway. 

A ringed hand caught on the doorframe, Eddie leaning back to look at you fully. Your lips pressed out in a pout, arms crossed over your sweater, staring boredly at the television that wasn’t turned on. 

“Hey,” Your head snapped, turning towards Eddie. “You alright?” He frowned, head tilting the side gently. 

“I’m good.” You replied, too monotone for Eddie to get a real read, though it felt off. You felt off.

Did he forget something? Say something? It wasn’t an anniversary, and it was just a Tuesday- not typical for a date night. Why were you being weird? 

Eddie decided against asking you that, when he emerged from the shower with clean, non-work clothes on, ready to go. Your mood had changed, entirely, bright eyed and bubbly from the moment he grabbed his keys. 

It was such a one-eighty that it left Eddie’s head spinning a little. Maybe he’d looked too much into it, maybe he was off. It had to be him, strolling through the mall with you, hand in hand, while you chatted aimlessly about your day, and meaningless gossip you’d heard from your friends. 

“Oh, look,” You gawked, hand tugging Eddie’s, pulling him off his path and jolting him to where you’d stopped. “Bakers are having a sale.” 

“Baby,” Eddie laughed lightly, lips curling gently. “C’mon.” 

“What?” You frowned, looking over at him. 

Eddie blinked, a scoff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, c’mon,” His hand tugged at yours, stepping away. “You know our agreement.” 

“What agreement?” You snapped much louder than he would have liked, pulling the attention of a couple passing by when you yanked your hand out of his grasp. “I can’t go to the store I want to go to?” 

“Stop it,” Eddie hissed, cheeks burning at your sudden change of mood. “You know what I’m talkin’ about, alright? It’s your resolution, and you know our deal.” His voice dropped, crowding in close to you. 

“So I-I can’t even look?” Your lips were beginning to tighten, to fall in a straight line that Eddie knew far too well. 

“If you want to look and torture yourself, fine,” Eddie huffed. “But I know you’re going to want to buy something.” 

“No, I’m not.” You grumbled, stubbornly, glaring at him. “I just want to look.” 

“Fine,” Eddie shrugged, his shoulders loosening but his jaw still clenched tight. “Let’s go look. Just look.” 

“I know, Ed,” You snapped, shrugging the hand he placed on your shoulder off with a huff. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it.” 

Eddie didn’t respond, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek instead. You looked back, eyes rounded gently in question, the same look you always gave him when you were testing his limits, pushing him to see if you’d accidentally pushed too far this time. 

After the third look back, Eddie relented, his hand finding the small of your back, hesitantly at first, closing in the space. “Hey, look at me for a second,” Eddie muttered, his hand sliding over your cheek, your eyes rolling up to meet his gaze. 

“I’m not trying to be an ass. I’m just tryna help you out.” 

“I know,” You muttered, your own shoulders flailing in defeat. “I just- I just wanted to look.” 

“Alright,” Eddie nodded, thumb swiping over your cheek bone gently. “Look as much as you want. Just- Let’s not fight. I don’t wanna fight with you tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” 

“Me too.” You admitted, though you felt you both had slightly different reasonings for the excitement. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright. I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t trying to be a controlling dick.” 

“I know.” You hummed, chin ducking forward, stealing a quick kiss that had Eddie’s cheeks pinkening. 

Your hand found his again, squeezing it gently. “Let me just look one more place, and we can go. I just want to see if they got in anything new.” 

Eddie followed you wordlessly, contently letting you drag him down the next aisle. He didn’t say anything, no protests when you picked up the newest arrival, a red leather, pointed toe heel that was sure to be the next big thing, or so the sales associate told you. 

He didn’t say a word even when you tried it on, modeling it in the mirror for yourself, lip tucking between your teeth, twisting your foot around to look at it through every angle. Even when the sales associate was schmoozing you, telling you how they were made just for you, and Eddie could see you swaying. 

He sat wordlessly, watching you through the mirror. 

Eddie didn’t say a word, not even when you gave him your best, sweetest, pleading eyes. 

When the two of you left the store, empty handed, it was your turn to sit wordlessly, a little sulky and petulantly while you followed Eddie to the music store. 

January 19th, 1990

“So you’ll meet me there?” Eddie’s voice rang through the other end of the line, the phone cradled to your ear. 

“Yes, baby,” You hummed sweetly. “I just gotta change when I get off, and Robin’s gonna pick me up. I’ll be there before you go on. Promise.” 

“Alright, sorry, I just- I’m excited.” Eddie admitted over the phone, and you could practically see his knee bouncing. “We’re playing Friday and Saturday night? It’s fuckin’ amazing.” 

“Yeah, it is.” You giggled gently. “I’m proud of you, Ed, you’ve worked hard for it.”

“Thanks.” Eddie muttered, nearly boyishly. “I can’t wait to see you.” 

“I can’t wait to see you either.” You whispered, hand cupping the receiver close to you. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight.” 

“See you tonight, sweetheart. Love you.” 

“Love you, Ed.” You muttered, a familiar tingly rush of heat swelling in your chest, phone clicking on the connection point, your nails drumming over the hard shell of the phone in thought. 

The guilt settled in your stomach, heavier than it was this morning when you’d left. Kissing Eddie goodbye, muttering something about having to be at work an hour early, the lie smoothly falling from your lips and he was none the wiser. 

Since Tuesday, you’d developed something worse than buyer’s remorse- not buying remorse, maybe? Regret? Complete and utter irritation and infatuation with the shoes that you couldn’t buy. And why couldn’t you buy them? Because of some stupid resolution? Eddie was right, New Year's resolutions were stupid. 

You’d thought about it, at least, waited and really thought about it. You had even looked through your closet and you didn’t have any like those shoes- sure, you had leather, and red shoes, but not leather, red heels. These were different, you didn’t buy them on an impulse, so in a way, you’d followed through a little on your resolution. Right? 

That’s what you told yourself anyways, swiping your card with an adrenaline rush far too heavy for just buying shoes. Your eyes lighting with excitement, clutching the bag with a white knuckled grip and giving the cashier a wild and wide smile. 

You’d gotten what you wanted, held it tight on the walk back to work, but the feeling in your stomach didn’t settle. There was no instant satisfaction, no momentary happiness like what usually came with your small meaningless purchases. This time, you still felt… unsettled. Even more guilty when you slipped them on later that night, the finishing touch to your planned outfit. 

“Hey,” Robin greeted, waving through the open window of the passenger’s seat in her date’s car. “Look who’s actually on time.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling at the door handle. “You and Ed act like I’m always late.” You snorted, sliding into the leather seats. 

“You are always late.” Robin laughed. 

“Now you really sound like Ed.” You muttered, setting your small clutch beside you while Robin laughed. 

The Hideout was already beginning to crowd when you arrived, filling with familiar and new faces, all gathered around the bar and tables, drinks in hand, waiting for the band to start up. You were shocked to see your table at the front was still available, heart swelling when you saw a small sign placed there that read, ‘Reserved for the Band’ in Eddie’s handwriting. 

“Here you go,” Robin passed you a plastic cup, sliding into the high top chair next to you. “Vodka cran for the number one groupie.” 

You scoffed, muttering a thank you, lips wrapping around the small black straw. “I love your shoes.” Samantha, Robin’s date, smiled, passing by you to sit by Robin. 

Your heart skipped, dropping in slight fear, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Thank you.” You nodded. 

Robin looked under the table, examining your shoes for herself. “Those are cute. Are they new?” 

“No,” You lied easily, a little too rigid for your own liking, but they seemed to buy it. “I got them last summer.” You waved lightly. 

“They’re so cute.” Samantha smiled. “They look just like some I saw at Baker’s, and I almost got them but they didn’t have my size-” 

“-Hey,” You jumped at the ringed hand on your shoulder, a flash of curls in your peripheral before Eddie was in front of you. 

“Hey.” You swallowed, grinning up at him. “What are you doing-” 

“- We’re about to go on, but I saw you and just wanted to say hi.” Eddie admitted, a little boyishness in his tone, in his smile, that made you swoon. 

“Hi,” You giggled, leaning towards him. “Good luck.” 

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s lips found yours, capturing you in a kiss, his fingertips pressed lightly under your jaw. 

“Ed!” 

Gareth’s annoyed bark pulled both of you apart, Eddie rolling his eyes. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after the show.” His eyes rolled over your frame as you stilled, bracing yourself for that furious look of shock in his eyes when he looked at your feet. It never came. 

“You look good, baby.” Eddie winked playfully, nodding at Robin and her date before he ran back onto the small wooden stage. 

You could feel your shoulders relax, ducking your feet back under the bar table with satisfaction. He hadn’t noticed, you knew he wouldn’t, but you couldn’t believe he actually didn’t. You felt smug, sipping on your drink, downing the liquor with the guilt finally being replaced with satisfaction. 

***

“You sounded sooo good.” Arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck, the two of you swayed next to the bar chairs while Eddie waited for his beer. 

“Thank you, baby.” Eddie laughed through a dimpled grin, his hand on your waist, holding you against him in case you fell- again. 

“Everyone loved it.” You hummed, running a manicured finger down the side of his face, over his damp hair line. “They fucking loved you.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, brows lifting in humor. He liked when you’d get drunk and silly like this, overly and smothering with affection. “How’d you like it though, hm? I only care about what you think. You’re the most important one, you know that.” 

Your giggly smile made his heart swell, leaning back to look at him, lips twisting dramatically in thought. “Hmm, what did I think?” You tapped a finger playfully to your chin. 

“I think-” 

“-Watch out.” Eddie grabbed at your wrist, trying to still you as you took a wobbly, wide step backwards into the path of the bus boy, stumbling into them, the empty drink he was trying to return falling from between his stacked fingers and right onto your shoes. 

“Shit!” 

“Oh no.” You frowned gently, chin dropping to your chest, looking at the melted ice and liquor that darkened the leather of your shoes. 

 “Sorry, man, she didn’t see you. I got it.” Eddie apologized quickly, picking the plastic cup up, shooting the teenager a look of apology. “I’ll clean it up. Sorry.” 

Eddie snatched the stack of napkins off the bar, dropping to mop up the small puddle by your feet. “‘M sorry. I didn’t even see him, Ed.” You mumbled, voice starting to shake with emotions, a warning of tears, drunk and emotional. 

“It’s alright. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Shit gets dropped here all the time.” Eddie’s hand rubbed over your calf gently, squeezing it to soothe you. “Did it get in your shoe? Or just the outside?” 

“No, they’re gonna be ruined.” Your slurred whine made him cringe, ducking back just in time to miss your swinging foot raise up, snatching the shoe off. 

“Baby,” Eddie hissed, pulling at your dress to keep it down. “Hey, c’mon, don’t cry. Just let me close out-” 

“-No, they’re ruined.” You sniffled, eyes shining with tears, scrubbing and dabbing with the cheap paper napkins at the soaked leather. “I just bought these and they’re already stained, and it's not gonna come out.” 

Eddie stilled, eyes flickering from you to the shoe in your hand, narrowing when he realized what exactly was in your hand. It was the same heels from earlier this week, red and leather and with a pointed toe, and now in your possession. He knew he recognized them, knew something about them looked familiar when he saw you in them- when he saw how good your legs looked in them. 

“Ed-Eddie,” You sniffled wetly around a hiccup, lip jutted in a far pout, looking up at him with glazed eyes. 

“C’mon,” Eddie nodded, grabbing your coat off the back of the bar stool. “I’ll fix them back at home.” His heavy arms were around your frame, guiding you carefully through the broken pavement back to the van while you babbled and sniffled, teary eyed and turned into his chest. 

Back at the trailer, he’d managed to get you into the bed before you’d collapsed, drunk and exhausted. The routine was nearly identical to the one just a few days before on New Years Eve; taking off your makeup, swapping out your little party dress for one of his tee shirts, two Advils and a large glass of water on the bedside table. 

Only this time, he didn’t toss your shoes in the closet, onto the piles under your clothes with the others. No, this time, he sat them right on the dining room table. He had managed to find the receipt in the trash, skillfully placed under a wad of paper towels that you’d tried to use to mask it. Eddie placed it next to the shoes, leaving them both for you to find in the morning. 

January 20th, 1990

“Ed,” Your groggy voice made its way into the kitchen before you did, hoarse from the liquor and singing from the night before. “Did you make any coffee? Please tell me you made some.” 

“It’s in the kitchen, baby.” Eddie replied smoothly, eyes still on the screen of the TV. “I kept the pot on for you. Should still be warm.” 

Your feet shuffled over the carpet, knuckling at your eyes. The muffled screech of guitars left you wincing, even at the low volume Eddie had the TV on while he watched his Saturday morning MTV show.

“Did you eat, Ed?” Your heart swelled, seeing the mug he’d left out for you next to the pot- your favorite mug. 

“Hm?” Eddie grunted back. 

“Did you eat?” Your head strained with an ache at the rise in your tone, thumb pressing between your brows to alleviate the pressure. “Or do you want me to make you something? Or we could-” 

Words strangled in your throat, you nearly dropped the mug onto the tiled floor of the kitchen when you turned. There on the kitchen table, your new shoes next to a neatly laid out receipt. 

“Could what?” Eddie said lightly, standing from the couch and turning to see you, wide eyed when your gaze met his. 

“Oh, yeah, forgot about those.” Eddie reached for the remote, muting the volume. “You know, when you told me they were new shoes, I thought maybe you were just a little confused and drunk.” 

His footsteps seemed heavier, louder and more menacing, sending a shockwave of adrenaline and ache right to your core the closer he got. “Then when I got you home, I realized those were the shoes from the mall.” Eddie stopped in front of you, hands resting on the back of the kitchen chair, looking down at you from the slope of his nose. 

“I thought there was no way, no possible way, you went back and bought those, but then, I looked in the trash and you know what I found?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, mockingly. You could only blink, tongue too thick in your own mouth to reply. 

Eddie’s pointer and middle finger fell onto the receipt, pushing it towards you, sliding it across the wood table. “Read the date on there for me, baby.” 

“Ed-”

“-Read it for me.” Eddie’s voice boomed, oozing with authority that had you pulsing between the legs, heart skipping at the same beat. 

Eyes cutting down, your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, eyeing the date printed boldly under the store’s name. “January nineteenth.” It was mumbled, nearly inaudible, and you refused to meet his gaze. You couldn’t, but you knew how he was looking at you. Eyes narrowed with a hard glare that felt nearly challenging. 

“January nineteenth,” Eddie repeated slowly. “Yesterday. You- hey, look at me- You went back to the store and got them?” 

The intensity of his gaze left you feeling vulnerable, like you were see through, squirming and shifting from foot to foot. “I-I just- I just wanted them.” 

“You wanted them?” Eddie lifted a brow. “Baby, you agreed to the resolution thing-” 

“-I know I did, Ed.” You snapped with a huff that teetered on bratty, throwing in an eye roll that had Eddie’s grip tightening on the back of the chair. 

“But, I didn’t, I didn’t buy them right then! I went home and made sure I didn’t have any like them, and I didn’t, so that’s not really breaking it entirely.” You countered, lip jutted lightly in a pout, eyes rounding up at him sweetly- hopefully sweet enough that you’d melt his heart, get him to agree with you. 

“We had an agreement,” Eddie’s fingers tapped on the wood of the chair. “If you wanted them, you could’ve told me, baby. Not snuck around and bought them. You knew what you were doing.” 

Your shoulders fell with a sharp sigh of defeat. “It’s stupid.” You muttered. “You were right. Resolutions are so pointless.”

“I know,” Eddie snorted with a laugh. “But we still had a deal, baby, and you broke your deal.” 

“Ed, come on-” 

“-No, no, no, you were more than happy to accept your rewards. Now you gotta face the music, baby. Gotta take your punishment.” Eddie shrugged lightly, giving you a big sigh for show, like there was nothing he could do about it. It made you furious, even more so when you could feel your tummy erupting in thrilling butterflied. 

The wood chair screeched across the linoleum floors when Eddie tugged it back, wide enough for him to slip in it, legs spread wide. “Come on over,” His hand patted his right thigh. “I won’t go too hard on you, I promise.” 

Your cheeks burned, hot with embarrassed heat- embarrassed at the punishment or the fact that you were so excited to be punished, you weren’t sure. Hesitantly, you folded over his thigh, hands bracing yourself on his thigh, grabbing at the wooden leg of the chair while Eddie guided you over his knee. 

Eddie’s hand smoothed over your ass, bunching the cotton of your panties between his fingers, grinning when you whined, tensing at the anticipation of the first spank. “Relax, baby,” Eddie hummed, squeezing your left cheek, teasing. “You knew this was coming.” 

“Stooop,” A nasally whine left your throat before you could stop yourself, already beginning to squirm. “Don’t be mean to me.” 

“Mean?” Eddie scoffed playfully, brows lifting. “I’m not being mean. Not yet, anyways.” 

You huffed at his words, the air barely leaving your lips before it was sucked back in, a shocked gasp when Eddie’s hand fell without warning, hard against your left ass cheek. 

“I could have been mean last night,” Eddie’s tone cut, his hand slamming down in sharp, thundering smacks that left you gasping, clawing at the wood of the chair. “Could have let your shoes get ruined.” 

Your face twisted in distortion, the night before hazy. You barely remembered seeing Eddie after his set, the memory of the spilled drink flooding to you in liquor soaked waves. It was difficult to really recall with the assault Eddie’s hand was dishing out on your ass, your core aching with need, throbbing as you tried to wiggle your way to his knee. 

“I cleaned your shoes off,” Three hard smacks that had you raising, pushing off the chair to lift off, Eddie’s hand shoving you back into place, holding you there by the small of your back. 

“I made sure they didn’t stain, even after I found out you’d gone behind my back and bought them.” 

“‘M sorry! Eddie, I-I’m sorry!” A panting cry tore from your chest, nose and throat burning with tears, wiggling to try and escape his assaults that rained down unrelenting. You had managed to wiggle your way onto his kneecap, aching clit pressed down and hips rolling to alleviate the needy throb. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe that he would. Maybe then he’d get bored of punishing you and might fuck you instead. 

“If I was really mean,” Eddie gritted, delivering a rather hard smack to the center of your bottom, mouth watering and cock straining with need, tented in his boxers. He knew you had to feel it, the same way he could feel your wetness on his bare thigh, seeping through your panties more and more with every roll of your hips. 

“I’d make you return the shoes.” Eddie’s hand fell hard again to the same space, the pain and vibrations of his hit leaving you dizzy, mind numbing with pleasure, mouth lolling open and choking on cries- of pleasure or pain, you weren’t quite sure. 

“Make you really learn your lesson then, hm?” Eddie growled, his voice gravelly with need, sending shivers of excitement trickling up your spine. 

“Please,” You panted between a moan. “I’ve learned my lesson. I learned it. I’ll be good. I promise, Ed, I swear.” 

Wet sniffles and clenched moans filled the kitchen, your hips still writing, desperate to dull the ache between your legs. Eddie’s finger traced over your puffy, pantie clothed lips, featherlight and teasing down your slit, pressing over the patch of wetness he felt at the front. 

“Eddie, please,” Your whine came, nasally and pathetic. 

“You ready to be good?” Eddie muttered, pad of his index finger pressing into your clit so you squealed. “Ready to be good for me? Do what I say?” 

“Yes,” You nodded, blood rushing to your head, still tipped over his knee. “I’ll be good. I’m gonna be good.” 

“Good.” Eddie clipped, pulling you up. You sat on his lap, just for a moment, blood rushing, head spinning from the mix of that sensation and your overwhelming desire. You barely had a moment to steady yourself before you were being stood up, shoved back to your knees on the kitchen floor.

“You wanna show me you’re sorry?” Eddie looked down at you from the chair, hips lifting to shove his boxers down, revealing his angry cock, leaking at the tip. You swallowed at the sight, thighs pressing together and squirming. 

“Show me how sorry you are.” Eddie stroked himself, nodding at you. 

Tongue running over your lips, your spine straightened, shuffling forward to take his length in your hand. Tongue flattening, your eyes were on Eddie’s, licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, tongue swirling around the head as you sucked it gently. 

Eddie’s head fell back, hands finding your head, pushing you gently onto his length. It was something he normally didn’t do, he knew you didn’t like it, but when you were being punished, he’d do it. Just to hear you gag, toes curling and hips clenching to keep from bucking at the vibrations from the back of your throat. 

“Thaaaat’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” Eddie groaned, eyes half lidded with ecstasy, watching your head bob up and down, eyes glistening with tears with every deep thrusting gag he’d give. 

“Fuck, just- hold on.” Eddie gritted, abs clenching, pleasure beginning to coil tight, threatening to snap in the pit of his tummy. His hand found the back of your head, tugging at your hair, pulling you off his length. 

“What?” You frowned, the back of your hand wiping at your mouth. “It didn’t- Was it not good?” 

“No, fuck no.” Eddie shook his head. “Felt great, baby, always does. You know you’re so good at that.” He grinned, leaving you beaming under his praise. 

“So good I was about to cum. Don’t wanna do that.” Eddie’s hand cradled around your cheek, pinching the skin lightly. “Wanna cum in you. Stand up f’me.” 

You scrambled to your feet, legs prickly nearly asleep from being on your knees, wobbly with excitement. You ached between your legs, painful with need, bending over the kitchen table, pushing the shoes out of the way. 

Eddie paused, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Wait,” You turned, blinking up at him. “Gimme those.” He nodded towards the shoes. 

You frowned, hesitating when you grabbed them, handing them over to Eddie. His hand caught your wrist, tugging you upwards to stand. “Put them on.” 

“What?” You frowned, looking at the shoes- he really had cleaned them, even the bottoms looked brand new, the sweetheart. Your heart swelled. 

“Put them on,” Eddie nodded, standing, cock slapping against his tummy. His eyes were dark, pulling at your t shirt; his shirt. 

“I want you to wear those, just those.” Eddie growled, stroking his length, eyeing you hungrily while you pulled your shirt off, baring yourself to him. “Want you just in those shoes while I fuck you, you hear me?” 

Your head bobbed, nodding dumbly at his words, slipping the heels on with shaky hands. Eddie’s gaze on you the entire time, hungrily eyeing over your frame as you stood there, naked in your new shoes. 

“Mm, maybe you were onto somethin’, baby.” Eddie hummed, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. “Maybe you did need ‘em. You look fuckin’ amazing in them.” 

Your chin ducked to your chest, shy under his praise, rushes of electric excitement trilling through your body. “Thank you,” You whispered, gaze still on the floor, looking at the red leather heels. 

“Come here,” Eddie motioned you over, his hands finding your hips, pulling you in for a sloppy, hot kiss that left you spinning. 

“Turn around,” Eddie growled, hands still anchored onto your hips, fingertips bruising the skin there. “Lean forward.” 

Your hands found the edge of the counter, nails digging into the tile, crying out in pleasure when Eddie’s fingers slipped between your legs, circling around your clit. 

He fucked you hard, barbarically against the counter. Hips snapping with a fury, deep and fast, sloppily circling your clit. He seemed to go faster, deeper, with every squeak of your heels sliding on the floors, snapping down to find your footing that was slipping away on shaky legs. 

Your cheek pressed to the counter, you felt him fill you, pulling out with his heaving chest laid over your back, both of you starry eyed and spacy with bliss. 

“I like the shoes.” Eddie rasped between heaving breaths. “Think you should wear ‘em again tonight.” 

Your breathy giggles were music to his ears, his own shoulders dropping with relief at the sound. The familiar guilt and uncertainty that always came after you played slowly slipping away, his hands pulling at your sweat soaked skin, pulling you closer to him, lips on your shoulder. 

“I will,” You sighed, cheek pressed to the cool tile of the counter. There was a pause, the two of you skin to skin, feeling each other in the silence of the kitchen. 

“I think I’m ready to call the resolution thing.” You admitted, eyes rounding when you turned to look at Eddie. “I don’t want to do it anymore. It was fun but… I don’t want to do it anymore.” 

Eddie grinned sweetly down at you. “Yeah? Don’t blame you, baby. Told you resolutions are dumb.” He teased gently, hand smoothing down your hip gently. “I did like given’ you your reward every week, though. Can’t lie. That part was pretty great.” 

“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up, turning in his arms to face him. “We can still do that part. I thought that was pretty fun too.” 

“Ooh, you did, huh?” Eddie cooed sillily, arms wrapping around your frame, pulling you into him with a shrill of giggles. 

“I tell you what, you keep those heels on, and you can sit on my face right now, for as long as you want. How’s that sound?” Eddie tilted his head to the side playfully. 

You found yourself in the bedroom not ten minutes later, the stem of the heels digging into your ass as you rocked, hands braced on the headboard, legs parts on either side of Eddie’s head as he devoured into you. 

The heels were his favorite, Eddie decided. A failed resolution, sure, but one of the best purchases you’d ever made in his eyes. 

[thalwri]

SPILLED PAINT!

synopsis: your painting genius rafayel needed your help with getting more supplies for his next project, not realising fighting more wanderers was the last thing you wanted. what better than to give him a piece of your mind?

warnings: smut, couch sex, angry sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial (if you squint), creampie, squirting, sub!rafayel

wc: 1,2k

his head was gonna explode, his head was gonna explode, rafayel’s head was gonna explode.

he was so fucked out, on the brim of losing his mind– the only comprehensible thing he could say without babbling was your name– and it didn’t look like you would be stopping anytime soon.

watching you basically obliterate him in his favourite position was the last thing he had on his bingo card for the day, and yet he was still asking himself how he found himself on the couch in his studio, covered in paint and cum from his last two orgasms slowly and painfully drawn out by you relentlessly bouncing on his cock.

somehow rafayel managed to piss you off just enough to get humbled beyond his imagination.

“you decide to throw a tantrum–“ each syllable was cruelly enunciated with each wet slap of colliding skin. “when i get back after a mission, almost having gotten my arms ripped off– fuck!– and you– you want me to get you protocores for your paint?!”

oh, you were mad mad. 

you had gotten back after attacking at least four wanderers to the point where you were left in a hassled state. the last thing you wanted was to go on an endless trip fighting more wanderers for protocores. 

gods, you adored rafayel but this? you refused to take it. 

he was surprised, yes, but oh was he more than happy to tell thomas his next project would be delayed if it meant consoling your anger towards him. but he didn’t see you riding him to oblivion was one of those things.

you kept your hands on his length, recklessly pumping away while he stammered while speaking to his colleague. he kept jumbling his words, moans slipped out of his lips, and he completely lost it the moment your pretty mouth took him deep down your throat. 

the whiny cry you heard was enough for him to quickly drop the call and devote his attention to you and just you. 

his eyes were halfway rolled straight into his skull and was becoming a fixed position just from how deliberately tightly your warm walls were squeezing on him. his cock was beyond sensitive, almost aching with the need to cum and every time he tried to hold off the fact that he was about to you raised your hips, leaving his tip to be rained on by your creamy wetness to tease him– deny him of what he needed and deserved.

and if he did cum it definitely wasn’t satisfactory. instead of cumming inside and painting your insides with his hot seed, like wasted splatters of the paint on the floor his would just stain the couch you were mounting him on. 

“p–please– please cutie,” he whined, his fingers were pressing small bruises onto your waist to try keep you as low as possible– another futile attempt. “i promise– ah– ah– i promise i won’t– i’ll stop– gods, please!”

your hand slithered up to his neck and slowly squeezed, restricting his already laboured breathing. rafayel was starting to see stars and he couldn’t tell if this familiar feeling was something he liked or was terrified of. he wasn’t a stranger to being choked by your cute hands but something about the way your nails were gently poking his skin… if he wasn’t already hard you would have felt his boner immediately. 

“ ‘m gonna paint you white,” you seethed, licking the shell of his ear which brought him into a needy shudder. you brought yourself into a grind, rocking back and forth on his hips to give your swollen clit a bit of stimulation. “m’gonna cover your skin in your sticky, hot cum.”

“fuck, pussy too good– you– oh, you’re so mean.” his whimpers alone could make you do as much as squirt all over him.

“it’s only– ah– just a taste.” you huffed, feeling one of his hands reach for your chest squished against him. he was so handsy. you clenched your cunny around his cock, dragging his cock in and out of you.

there was already a few creamy rings wrapped around his base that showed exactly how many times you came on him. you should have been rendered exhausted after the most recent one but your irritation just egged you on to do more. like you had reserves of energy solely for this moment.

“can f-feel you throbbing so much inside me,” you moaned, throwing your head back at the blood rushing sensation. you just loved how bulgy his cock was, how his crying mushroom tip kept on tickling your sweet spot, how he fit so well inside you. like you were made for each other. 

somehow whenever you helped him out with his painting or being his muse, you’d always end up on him, ravishing each other abandoning all your other responsibilities. your professional skill at draining his balls clean was a marvelling trait that made rafayel both fear and adore you even more.

his sweet bodyguard reducing him to fishy mush. what a dream. 

“please cutie,” rafayel’s eyes fluttered shut as his throat bobbed in desperation. “let me– i need– i–“

“you need what, my love?” you pressed wet kisses all over his sweat-slick skin with a cruel giggle as you returned to slamming your hips on his. “speak to me.”

“c-can’t–“ a choked cry escaped his lips. “need to– inside– please!” 

“you wanna cum inside?” you cooed. the veins on his temple pulsated against his own skin. “do you think you deserve it?”

his head bobbed in frantic desperation, purple hair stuck to his face like glue. that pretty, skilled tongue hung out of his mouth, drool dripping off his chin. oh he was so pussydrunk wasn’t he? so needy for you and drunk off your cunny draining him of everything he had.

good thing you were getting close as well. your orgasms were coming quicker after the last, and your anger was beginning to fizzle out too. so much so that you felt a little bad for torturing you poor artist for so long.

“i deserve it– need it,” you were both so dangerously close, moving faster and faster by the second. you bounced faster and faster, grinding your hips in pleasured pain. your moans mingled and twisted in the flowing air, carrying your lewd union as far as the sea. rafayel babbled incomprehensible speech, almost sounded like the things he said in lumerian.

your eyes slowly crossed as your walls clamped around his cock, bringing you to your climax with a hoarse cry. the pressure alone sent thick strings of his cum filling you up, draining him of his last drops. rafayel’s jaw hung, completely driven insane from the sheer pleasure of it all. he could just lie there with you, all sticky and wet.

but naturally, as he expected, you just kept going riding through the waves of pleasure that burned you both. again and again until streams of your juices spurted everywhere, spattering your bodies and the couch.

“did you–“ squirt? oh definitely.

your body collapsed on his as you both panted in attempt to calm yourselves from your ministrations. rafayel massaged your hips, occasionally pinching your skin to tease you.

“are you still mad, cutie?” he pecked your dampened skin in gentle apology. you tiredly groaned into his neck in response. “i’ll take that as a no then.”

he paused for a beat. “does that mean you’ll help me find more protocore shards?”

“i’ll make you shoot blanks.”

“looking forward to it, cutie.”

[l0vergirlwrites]

i think about you & nothin’ else ; spencer reid

synopsis: after a casual night out, you & spencer let your hearts & hands take control in more ways than one.

warnings: making out & heavy petting??, allusions to sex, fade to black smut, mentions of reader drinking alcohol & wearing makeup, softdom!spence & fem!reader, yearning, fluff, a few swears, spencer & reader just wanna get freaky in a cute way!!

note: this is so self indulgent, i couldn’t resist—can y’all tell i’m down bad for this man or what

minors dni with this post!

“ow, i knew i should’ve worn a different pair”

you groaned as you undid the laces of your doc marten heeled boots, revealing the black polka dotted socks spencer had gotten for you weeks ago when you pulled the bottoms of your jeans higher. spencer’s heart ached with happiness when he saw you wearing them, but he brushed it off, leaning down to help you when the right boot refused to come off.

“let me help” he murmured as he got down on one knee, his tongue poking out a little between his lips as his hands expertly pulled the boot off, adjusting the position of your sock.

as you leaned against the wall & peered down at spencer, you couldn’t help but get that sticky feeling brewing in your stomach, especially when his hand slipped up to caress your calf.

“thank you” you smiled when his eyes met yours, noticing a strand of hair curled in front of his eyes. it made him look like prince charming. “you look extra handsome like this…” you breathed, unable to hide the grin spreading on your face.

spencer squeezed your calf. “is that because i took off your shoe or because i’m on my knees?” he casually asked, smirking when he saw your slightly shocked reaction at his words. he’s not usually forward like that.

“hmmmm…” you dragged out, playing his game. “is ‘both’ an acceptable answer?”

licking his lips, spencer stood up & moved closer into your space, letting his hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing against the hem of the lace shirt you wore. “i’ll allow it just this once” he whispered, leaning down to give you the kiss you had begged him for in the taxi ride home.

slow & calculated, spencer’s lips moved against yours with purpose, thumbs pressing harder into your skin when you’d whine into his mouth. “you taste like that mojito you had” he whispered against your lips, diving back in for another kiss when your hands pawed against his chest, playing with the buttons of his white dress shirt.

you lightly laughed, moving to press kisses to his cheeks & jaw, feeling almost proud when you could see slight remnants of your lipstick marking his soft skin. “& you taste sweet” you said closer to his ear, causing spencer’s stomach to flip a thousand times, only making him lift a hand to your chin, pulling you back to his lips like a desperate man.

you weren’t sure how many minutes had passed by now, but you were content against the wall, arching into spencer’s chest with his hands anchoring your body to his own.

“couch?” he pulled away to ask, his hands sliding down to the plush of your thighs when you nodded eagerly, jumping up & wrapping your arms around his neck.

you both erupted into a fit of giggles when the back of his legs met the couch cushions abruptly, causing spencer to pull you down with him a little too fast, his head slightly knocking into your shoulder when his body fell back onto the cushions.

“shit—i’m sorry” he quickly apologized with a smile, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. but you didn’t retreat, only shaking your head as you pressed a quick kiss to his nose.

“it’s okay—just kiss me again” you smiled, tugging gently on his tie to pull him closer, as if you weren’t already perched on his lap with your legs staddling him.

so spencer kissed you again, eagerly falling back into the rhythm of what had been previously building, letting his hands run circles on your jean clad thighs as you settled onto him. your hands worked on undoing his tie to toss it onto the floor, like you’ve done so many times with your eyes closed, nudging your nose against his when he tugged on your bottom lip.

“is this okay?” you asked with a panting breath, fingers nimble as they rested in place at the top of his shirt, waiting for the go ahead to unbutton it.

“yeah, baby. go ahead” he answered, moving to kiss your jaw & neck as your fingers unbuttoned each button, one by one.

“fuck” you murmured when spencer sucked on that one spot you liked, involuntarily causing your hips to shift in his lap.

he hummed gratefully like he planned it, proud of your reaction. “you like that, hmm?” he asked teasingly, voice all low & sultry with yearning.

“gonna let me make a few marks?”.

you nodded your head & let your hips move against his again, your hands raking up & down his chest once all the buttons were freed. you swore you could feel every muscle, every rib & dent in chest, sending a tingling feeling across spencer’s skin. “yes, please”.

spencer hummed into your neck at your politeness, pressing his lips down closer to your collarbone before creating a love bite. he was smart enough to do it in places where they’d hide under your clothes so others couldn’t see, keeping them a little secret shared between the two of you.

scraping your nails across his chest, one hand moved up to his hair, tugging in the soft brown locks appreciatively at the sensations he was sending through your skin. you felt like you were on fire in the best of ways. so you continued building the friction between you two, smiling devilishly when his hands cupped your tits, thumbs massaging your nipples through the lacey fabric until they peaked.

“wanna make you feel good” you panted into his ear, earning a suppressed moan from him in return, your name sounding somehow sweeter when it escaped his mouth.

“you always do, sweetheart” he assured as he pulled back to look at you, the way you arched yourself closer to his touch. spencer could see your smudged eyeliner clearer now, & he liked it.

he liked—no, loved—everything about you. especially when you sat on top of him like this; messy hair, smudged makeup, the soft pinch of your eyebrows when he did something you liked... it made him feel eternally lucky.

“spence” you said, bringing him out of the haze he fell into when he processed your thumb brushing against his bottom lip.

“i’m here” he responded with vigour, taking ahold of your wrist so he could press a kiss into the heel of your hand. “i just can’t get over how beautiful you look right now—it’s driving me insane” he explained, desperation & love present in his tone.

it made you melt, brain going fuzzy with the need to go further than you both have gone before.

“i could say the same about you—can’t believe that you’re all mine” you bit your lip & squeezed his bare shoulders, eyes scanning his messy hair & twinkling eyes, all the way down to his toned chest, how his happy trial peeked out below his navel.

spencer hoped his neck wasn’t turning pink under your gaze.

“god, i’m so lucky” he pulled your lips to his for the millionth time, but neither of you were tired of it.

“you could get even more lucky tonight if you want to…” you proposed, pulling away & batting your eyelashes in a way that drives him wild.

you know he knows what you’re implying by the way his hands slip to your ass, squeezing the fat there, wishing your jeans were already off.

“oh yeah? what do you have in mind?”.

ugh. what a tease.

you took a deep breath, sitting up before pulling his hands to rest in front of you, nudging his fingers to brush against the button of your jeans. “take them off & find out” you said, more so commanded with a nervous breath, & spencer was more than happy to comply.

letting your fingers play with his hair again, spencer’s fingers popped your button & slowly undid the zipper of your jeans, his eyes not leaving yours. when the zipper stopped, one of his hands moved to your hip, pushing your shirt higher on your stomach, massaging your skin.

“look down, baby. you missed it”.

your words caused spencer’s eyes to dart to the opening of your jeans, his sight locking onto the small piece of red fabric with white stitching that read “lucky you” in cursive lettering. he let a surprised scoff escape his lips, only feeling more turned on. his eyes also landed on the lacy black pair of underwear you were wearing.

spencer was about to lose it.

“lucky me, indeed”.

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Hey could you write something where reader have to meets pau cubarsi's friends since they are together but she's shy and she's anxious they'll find her not enough for him but it ends well

(I love your stories theyre so cool<3)

First Impressions~Pau Cubarsi

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“Isn't it gonna be weird that I know basically everything about them and they have no idea who I am?” y/n asked, nervously tapping her fingers on Pau’s thigh.

Pau sighed while Irene chuckled from the driver's seat.

“They know who you are, bebé,” he said, grabbing her hand to stop her from fidgeting.

“They probably know the color of your socks too,” Irene said, making y/n look at Pau with wide eyes.

“What?” she asked, waiting for Pau to explain.

A red blush crept onto his cheeks as he rolled his eyes at his sister's words.

“Just shut up and drive, Irene,” he grumbled as his sister burst into laughter, while his girlfriend looked at him cluelessly.

“I need to get my license as soon as possible,” he mumbled more to himself, but y/n heard him, which made her chuckle.

Still, it didn't help ease the nerves she was feeling. Pau noticed she was quieter than usual and knew she was nervous about meeting his friends, though she wouldn't admit it.

“You okay, guapa ?” he asked, his eyes studying her features.

She only hummed in response, looking out of the window to avoid the topic. But as soon as she pulled her lips between her teeth, Pau knew something else was on her mind.

He gently grabbed her chin, turning her head to meet her gaze.

“What's wrong?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing her chin.

“It's just...” She sighed, trying to look anywhere but at him. “What if they think you deserve better?"

Pau raised his eyebrows, surprised by her confession.

“Better?” he repeated, his thumb moving to her cheekbone. She nodded slowly, meeting his pretty eyes again.

“There’s no better for me, cariño. You’re the best for me,” he said softly, his thumb continuing its gentle motion against her cheek.

“We're here!” Irene cheered, turning back to look at the couple.

“You okay?” she asked y/n when she noticed her pale face.

y/n gave her a small smile and nodded before Pau got out of the car, offering her his hand.

She took it immediately, not letting go when she stepped out of the car.

“I’ll call you when we’re done,” Pau told his sister, who shook her head in response.

“No way. I’m going to see my boyfriend and spending the night at his. Let one of your friends drop you two off or something,” she shrugged. Before Pau had the chance to reply, she had already driven off.

Pau turned to his girlfriend, who was holding his hand tightly.

“They’re gonna love you. I promise,” he whispered, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She gave him her best smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Pau smiled softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to smudge her lipstick.

“Come on, princesa.”

The two of them stepped into the fancy restaurant. While Pau asked about their table, y/n looked around nervously, only to meet the eyes of the one and only Lamine Yamal.

She tightened her grip on Pau’s arm, trying to hide behind him. His eyes followed her gaze, and he smiled when he spotted his friends.

He began walking toward their table, y/n trailing behind him, careful not to let go of his hand.

“Pau, hermano, we’ve been waiting for like half an hour now,” Lamine teased, standing to hug him.

Pau chuckled and turned to y/n.

“Sorry, someone took their sweet time getting ready today.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed at his words, still not saying a word.

“I’m Lamine,” he introduced himself, extending his hand.

“y/n,” she replied in a low voice, shaking his hand hesitantly.

Hector, who was still seated, chuckled softly.

Her stomach dropped at the sound, suddenly feeling self-conscious, thinking he might be laughing at her.

“Trust me, we know who you are. Hector,” he said politely, standing to shake her hand.

She exhaled softly, feeling slightly more at ease.

The couple sat down as the three boys dove into their own conversation. y/n enjoyed the quiet, but mostly, she loved seeing Pau so enthusiastic around his friends. His hand rested gently on her thigh, giving it occasional squeezes to check on her.

“So, y/n...” Lamine started, drawing her attention in surprise.

She hadn’t expected them to talk to her, assuming she was just Pau’s quiet plus-one.

“I actually have no idea how to start a conversation with you. Your boyfriend has told us almost everything about you,” he teased, making Pau roll his eyes. The blush creeping up Pau’s neck gave him away.

“Oh, he has?” she asked, her earlier worry melting into a smile as she glanced at her boyfriend.

“Yep,” Hector joined in. “So... have your parents finally agreed to get your little sister a dog?”

y/n couldn’t help but laugh, turning to Pau as he buried his face in his hands.

After that, her nerves eased more and more. Hector and Lamine were incredibly kind and included her in their conversation as much as possible. She no longer felt judged like she feared.

When dinner ended, Pau excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving y/n with Hector and Lamine.

“As much as Pau talks about you, I didn’t imagine you’d be this amazing,” Lamine said, making her smile.

“You deserve to be with Pau, really. I’ve never seen him smile as wide as when he’s talking about you. It’s almost sickening,” Hector added, making her laugh.

“You guys are sweet. I was so nervous to meet you,” she confessed, earning chuckles from the two boys.

“Do we really look that mean?” Lamine joked.

“You? Not much. Hector, definitely,” she teased, making them both laugh again.

Pau watched them from afar, relieved to see his girlfriend finally at ease.

“Ready to go?” he asked as he returned to the table.

The three nodded, but then Pau remembered they didn’t have a ride.

“You’re dropping us off,” he said, pointing at Hector.

“I hate having a car,” Hector muttered, making the others laugh.

As they made their way to his car, Pau held his girlfriend close, kissing the top of her head.

“I hope you enjoyed your night, bebé,” he murmured into her hair.

She looked up at him with a smile, pulling his face down for a quick kiss.

“I did,” she whispered.

Their moment was interrupted by Lamine’s teasing voice.

“Ay, save the kissing for when you’re in the car!”

Pau rolled his eyes playfully as y/n giggled beside him.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head.

“I love you more, cariño.”

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Father was silent for long time staring at Cervan. You see slight twitches in his eyes. He was searching for something. Then as if something finally snapped into place, his shoulders fell. He laughed a dry, humorless laugh.

"I had given up. I had given up on my dear Y/N getting married. With most the eligible candidates marrying others and the ones that weren't being rejected left and right..." He clasped his hands together and set them on the table. A move he taught you when you were losing. A move to steady yourself. "Y/N. Do you wish to marry him? Do you wish to marry Cervan Violiére?"

"I..." You stop. Words clogged in your throat. Were you actually doing this? Your heart was hurting, You couldn't breath, and your stomach was in knots so tight your sure it'd burst.

A hand meet yours and clasped it with such gentleness.

"My dove?" Cervan spoke softly. His eyes, oh his eyes, held love so deep. How had you'd not noticed before? He was scared. Just like you.

You took a much needed breath, squared Your shoulders, and looked your father straight in eye. Yes. Yes you were doing this.

"I'll be honest father. Before today I also was under the Impression I would never marry. None of the candidates meet my standard. They were either arrogant, Ill mannered, or narcissistic. I had no qualms with it. But," you looked toward your hand, Cervan gently squeezed. He was with you. "I've always envied you and mother. You lifted each other up. You made a safe place for each other when either of you fell. I..." You tearing up now. "Didn't think I'd find them. The one who'd let me fly free. The one who'd catch me when I fell. Cervan?"

Cervan startled. He seemed to have been caught up in your speech. "Yes my dear?" Your turned your head, your eyes meeting his. Now it was your turn to search him.

"you care for me, don't you?" It was the first time you felt like this. Dating others were always so hard. You twisted and contorted before you finally gave up. But with Cervan it came so easy. His opinion of himself wasn't so great he refused to take criticism. He didn't talk down to you due to your father's origin. He didn't think think his beauty was so great you'd fall at his feet to be with him.

He looked shocked. As if the thought of you doubting his intentions never crossed his mind. "I do. My dove. You lit a fire In me that I thought would never catch. Like you I made peace with never getting married. But when I saw you, a diamond amongst quartz, restraint amongst excess, I had to meet you. I'm so glad I did. Your eye for risk is second to none. Your wit as quick as a whip. Your heart... For better or worse your heart is as deep as the ocean."

"Father?" You were about to break. "I would like to try. I would like to go forward with this. I would like to marry him."

"An engagement then." Father chuckled eyes shining with a bittersweetness. "I'll send my approval to the king and I'll arrange for a meeting with the record keepers. They're no doubt already preparing for my arrival." His eyes grew sharp as dagger as he addressed Cervan. Taking his glass he held it to a toast. "If I find out you've hurt her, I don't care if the minister of defense, I will find a way to hurt you."

It was Cervans time to laugh. Held his glass to meet fathers. "If I end up hurting her I'd welcome it"

That did it. Tears fell from your eyes like rivers. Your hands searching your pockets for your handkerchief. You probably looked ridiculous. Hair not perfectly combed, dress askew, and now your face was a mess. Neither Cervan or father seemed to care.

The food tasted like heaven.

When everything was said and done you said your goodbyes, promised to meet soon. You were kissed on the cheek. Father didn't seem to approve but he kept his thoughts to himself. You and your father left for home. Cervan kept you in his gaze until he couldn't see your carriage anymore before he went inside.

Everyone was exhausted from a very long day. Eager to rest and relax.

Bad End: Kept Safe (1)

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

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I JUST SAW YOU REBLOG NIGHTWING ART. PRETTY PLEASE I’LL BEG I NEED A NIGHTWING DRABBLE !!! ive been plotting for this >:]

okay just let me turn him into a whining mess i swear i’ll be good just let me make him cum all over my hand and his stomach thats all im asking-

note. MARSHIEEE !! omg yeah i love nightwing so bad... and you're so real, he needs to be whimpering in my ear STAT. saw this the second it came through and IMMEDIATELY got to work so... here's a lil drabble :3 tags. nsfw, mdni. handjob. sub!dick. cum + spit as lube. overstim. kinda soft dom!reader. no use of y/n.

"Fuck," Dick whines, hips bucking desperately in an attempt to get more friction against his aching length. You'd been teasing him for ages now. His cock is all leaky and swollen, the tip flushed red. He's achy and needy, fingers clawing at the sheets desperately in an attempt to adhere to your no touching rule. "Baby, please... I need... need more."

You only hum in response, twisting your wrist as you reach the head of his cock, thumb teasing his slit briefly before your hand drags back down. He looks so pretty like this — dick shiny and slick with spit, dark hair clinging to his forehead and spreading out behind him as his head lolls back against the pillow once more. There's a glimmer of wetness in his eyes for a brief moment before he's squeezing them shut.

"Nuh-uh." You chastise softly, clicking your tongue against the back of your teeth as you pause your movements, hand stilling at the base of his cock and giving it a soft squeeze. "Eyes on me, Dick."

He whimpers softly at the tone of your voice, cracking his eyes open once more. His gaze is heavy — half-lidded and desperate as he meets your own. A full-body shudder runs through him when you pump your fist with renewed vigour, shaky gasps and moans spilling past his parted lips. Dick's muscular thighs begin to tremble, his fat cock twitching in your grasp as his abdomen starts tensing up.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for me." You coo, free hand sliding along his upper thigh slowly until you reach his balls. You grasp them gently, rolling them in your palm.

"Fuck. Fuck, oh my fucking God-" He gasps, eyes widening as he writhes under you, thick, hot spurts of cum shooting from him, making a mess of his stomach. His tip is leaky, his seed drooling down his length and over your fingers. He slumps against the bed for a brief moment before you start pumping your fist again, spreading his cum over his still sensitive cock.

"Baby?" He chokes out, a gasp getting caught in his throat. He gives you an alarmed look, writhing under you and pushing against the mattress in an attempt to get away. It's helpless — he's still weak and boneless from his orgasm, mind hazy from being teased for so long. He chokes out a sob, weakly reaching out to push at your wrists.

"Too much, s'too much." He manages between deep breaths, humourless laughter bubbling up in his chest from how overwhelming the sensation is. He's halfway between laughing and crying, unsure if he should fuck into your fist or try desperately to get away.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. You can take it right? Just a little longer, baby. That's it. That's my good boy."

"N-no. Noooo, oh my god. Oh my god, I fucking hate you." He half-laughs, half-whines, hand falling again to fist the sheets beneath him while he squirms and twitches under your ministrations.

You stop when you see a few tears slip down his cheeks, leaning over him to kiss them away from his cheeks. He's still shuddering, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. You reach up to carefully card your clean hand through his hair.

"You okay, Dick? Wasn't too much, was it?" You ask after a moment of comfort.

His next words, though they come out slightly hoarse, give you all the confirmation you need. "I'm so getting you back for this."