#ramblings...to ruby!✍️

[r1ddlessy]

sweet like Marabou with Calvin Weir-Fields

a/n: i am so rusty, and terrible at writing smut icl sorry in advance

warnings: switch (?) reader, switch (??) Calvin, cunnilingus, use of 'good boy'

"Baby, I said I was sorry!" Calvin's exasperated sigh complimented his pinched nose.

"You do this every fucking time Calvin." You hissed through gritted teeth. "You think it's OK to humiliate me to pump up your ego, then as long as you apologize with puppy eyes I'll forgive you!"

Calvin shifted uncomfortably under your glare.

"But I didn't mean to humiliate you, dolly..." He murmured, his hands raised in a plea for mercy. "I acted like an ass." He furrowed his brows as he watched your crossed arms slowly untangle and your shoulders slump.

"You did." You retorted grumbling. Your eyes scanned his apologetic and albeit pathetic stance. His fingers knotted themselves awkwardly as he fidgeted, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose anytime he cast his eyes to the floor like a puppy. You rolled your eyes at the display, but decided to give him respite. "But I guess you could make it up to me."

He perked up, meeting your fixed gaze.

"How?" He asked, an eagerness to please embedded in his tone.

"Show me how sorry you are, baby." You raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to him. "Show me you respect me." Your hands came to rest on his shoulders and pushed down, making his knees buckle until they hit the floor. His wide eyes looked up at you from his new position, as he licked his lips anxiously.

"Can I eat your pretty pussy, please dolly?" He asked softly. You cupped his face and stroked his cheek gently.

"That's a good boy." You pulled away and looked down at him as he whimpered quietly, his hands coming up to push your dress up to your waist. He breathed shakily at the sight, looking up at you with a glazed look in his eyes.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He whispered. Your hands tangled in his hair, rubbing his scalp as he littered your legs with kisses starting from your knees and travelling up your thighs with his soft touch.

"I'm so thankful you put up with me..." He sniffed and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his lips brushing against the edge of your underwear. Your fingers tightened their clasp as Calvin's dug into the waistband of your underwear and tugged it to the floor. His nose nudged against your dripping core as he looked up, his wide eyes begging for your approval.

"You're doing good, hon." You breathed out slowly as he pressed a kiss to your folds, before his tongue ventured to lick a stripe which parted them. His warm touch made you gasp, as he danced the tip of his tongue to brush against your clit. "Don't tease, baby." You whimpered and he obliged, circling your clit expertly to bring you closer to the edge. His lips shone with your slick as he pulled away panting slightly.

"Am I doing good?" He whispered and you cupped his face, rubbing his cheek.

"So fucking good, honey."

Calvin dove forward once more with a confident grin, licking hungry stripes between your walls. His swift and calculated movements made your legs shake slightly, yet Calvin steadied them with a firm grip on your upper thighs. It didn't take long for your vision to blur and your eyes to squeeze shut as Calvin brought you to the edge.

"Cum for me, darling" He murmured against your skin. You obliged his wish, yet small whines left you as he continued to lick at your weeping hole.

"Calvin-" You whimpered and attempted to push his face away. He gently moved your hands away and looked up at you.

"I'm just making sure my pretty girl's satisfied." He murmured. Your hand tangled in his locks once more as he finally pulled away, wiping your juices off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry I was a dick earlier, baby." His hands trailed up the backs of your thighs idly, as he made no move to sit up.

"At least you put your mouth to better use, honey."

[r1ddlessy]

tied up with nowhere to go

warnings:bondage, edging, softish dom calvin

a/n: this has a shit ending, but im rusty sorry!!

"How are you feeling, doll?"

"They're not too tight, sir."

"Good girl." Calvin gently patted your ankle, thumb sliding in between the rope and your skin. "You look beautiful like this. All tied up for me." He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Your limbs taut and your flesh straining against the rope. "I'm going to be kind unless you misbehave, doll. That's a fair deal, isn't it?" His hand brushed tantalizingly up your leg, resting on your upper thigh.

"Mhm." You nodded quickly and a light slap on your skin made you gasp. "Sorry, I meant yes Sir." Calvin smiled and rubbed the affected skin.

"That's my good girl." He moved his hands towards your shoulders as you awaited with bated breath. His fingers fanned out to tease your hardening nipples as his large hands squeezed your breasts gently. A quiet moan escaped your mouth and he smiled, trailing his hands down your body and squeezing hungrily at the flesh as he travelled down.

"I know how needy for me you are baby, it's alright." He gently shushed your whimpers as his finger trailed down your sopping folds. His thumb pressed on your clit and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Open up baby." He murmured firmly as he began rubbing circles on the bud. "I want you to see who's making you feel so good."

Your eyes blinked open blearily and focused on his looming figure. His green eyes drank in your gradually waning focus, as his skilled fingers stoked the fire in your lower belly. You whimpered as his digit entered your walls and pumped inside gently. His other hand crept up to your lips, gently but firmly pushing a digit between them. You accepted the finger eagerly.

"That's a good girl..." He murmured softly. His thumb expertly rubbed your bud until the edges of your vision blurred.

"I'm close, sir." You warned him. He nodded and to your horror, pulled away. "What the fuck?" You squealed upset. He shrugged with a smug grin.

"Did you think I'd give in that easy?" He teased as you frowned. "Don't be a brat dolly, I'll make you cum soon." He soothed with a condescending pat on your cheek. You glowered slightly but changed your expression at his raising of an eyebrow.

"Yes sir." You mumbled sourly. He tapped your thigh expectantly.

"Speak up doll, or you won't get what you want." His tone had an edge of danger in it.

"Yes sir." You repeated more clearly, and received an approving nod in reward.

"Good girl." His hand moved to trace a finger through your sopping folds. "Is this where you want me hm?" He teased as you nodded desperately.

"Please sir!" You squirmed in anticipation and he indulged you as his finger pushed into you. He pumped it deftly as his eyes looked at yours, as if searching for approval.

"That feels so good, sir." You whined and he smirked, your moans making his ears warm with pride. He pushed your buttons further by pressing his thumb against your bud again. The same tantalizing circle brought you close to the edge again, as your eyes squeezed shut in preparation.

"Can I have it this time, please sir?" You whispered in growing desperation. Calvin merely shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"One more dolly. You can do that right? For me?" His buttery tone contrasted his cruel words yet you nodded, sniffing slightly as his hand pulled away. "I know it hurts doll, but you're being such a good girl." He cooed and rubbed his large hand against the bare skin of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in his trail.

"Can I have a kiss please, sir?" You asked softly, tone so meek that Calvin couldn't resist. He indulged you, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. Your lips chased his one he pulled away, and pushed into a petulant pout. Calvin merely chuckled and affectionately tapped your nose.

"Cheer up, doll. You'll get my fingers now." Your pout melted into an excited giggle as you spread your legs for him once more. His slim fingers quickly crept up your thighs, until they ghosted an inch away from your entrance.

"Sir?" You asked sweetly, hoping it would relieve you from his teasing. You struck gold, as he wordlessly slipped a finger to pump into your already weeping hole.

"Is this all for me, sweet girl?" He taunted as his thumb resumed its previous circles on your clit. You whimpered as you nodded quickly.

"It's all for you, sir." You squeaked out as his circles grew faster and your vision blurred.

"Come for me, doll." He murmured firmly. You cried out as your body obeyed him, finally releasing the pent up coil in your stomach as you coated his fingers. Calvin rubbed your shaking legs as they settled, carefully and gently pulling his other hand away.

"I'm just going to wash my hands, doll. I'll be back." He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as he left and you nodded hazily. "I'm so proud of you, baby." He murmured with a soft smile as he walked back into the room. He made quick work of untying all the knots around your limbs, rubbing the sore spots deftly to bring back circulation. His arms hooked under yours, helping you stabilize your jelly legs as you stood up off the bed.

"You did so good for me, dolly. You're my best girl."

"Promise?" Calvin melted at your wide-eyed gaze, desperate for confirmation of his approval.

"I promise, doll."

[r1ddlessy]

$ tim klitz, percy dollarhyde, calvin weir-fields and jay as sugar daddies $

warnings:smidge of toxicity

$ klitz would very likely go into tech and could easily become successful. extremely successful. but rather than spend the money on things he doesn't want like a sports car or a Rolex he simply invests all his money into you and whatever whim you may have. his credit card practically lives in your hand at this point, always available to be swiped or tapped. he doesn't even give you a budget because he lives to spoil you, but if you start getting huffy with him he won't hesitate to cut off your allowance until you behave again. if you so much as pad into his office and look at him with doe eyes he's putty in your hands, no question about it.

$ percy dollarhyde who won't hesitate to buy you the finest clothes and jewellery you could desire purely because he can. the smug smirk he's entitled to sport afterwards certainly contributes, as he can proudly tell anyone who will listen "my darling is the finest woman in this whole town." and it's true as the diamonds on your chest and the silk in all your dresses show. but percy is also a huge whiny brat, and doesn't like not getting what he wants so if you disagree with him in any way he will put his spending habits on pause because he's sulking.

$ calvin who's steady flow of income provides you with the comfort of a large home and any luxury you want as long as you keep massaging his ego and granting him total control over you. you can buy any clothes you want so long as you let him decide which ones you wear of course. don't you even think about wearing the short dresses and skirts outside the house however. after all you exist for his eyes only, don't you?

$ jay despises consumerism but he despises inequality even more so he keeps up his side of the deal by indulging in your little whims. he'll buy you that necklace/dress/bag etc with a mere eyebrow raise at your materialism but he'll never say no unless it involves harming animals. you always reward him very kindly for his indulgences, reminding him why he started this arrangement in the first place. he definitely did it simply because he needed a form of release and with the ALF he didn't have the time to find a partner to settle down with, so this kind of arrangement was far simpler.

[r1ddlessy]

Jay, Calvin Wier-Fields, Edward Nashton and Tim Klitz's kinks

warnings: self explanatory, sub edward

a/n: i tried something different and idk if i like it? if anyone wants an elaboration on any of these lmk :) also @sykeswhalewash wrote two much better fics of Jay and belts so ty for the inspo and go check them out xx

Jay

SIR KINK

"who's making you feel good baby,hm? who's making you moan so sweetly?"

"Jay, don't make me say it!"

"that's not my name, is it sweetheart? c'mon, behave and i'll have you cumming hard in seconds my love."

"it's you, sir."

"that's a good girl."

BONDAGE

"are the ropes too tight, my love?"

"nuh uh, i can still feel my arms."

"always so humourous. you know the safeword. shout it if you need to, ok?"

"will do, sir."

IMPACT PLAY

"i'll just do five because i know the belt hurts, ok my love?"

"it's gonna sting though, sir!"

"should have thought in advance, my sweet magpie."

Calvin Weir Fields

MARKING

"calvin, that's gonna leave a bruise!"

"i know, silly bunny. i want everyone to see who owns this beautiful body."

"mhm, ok but don't bite so hard it hurts..."

"i'm sorry, sweetheart i'll be more gentle."

PRAISE

"fuck, that feels so good Calvin."

"tell me how good i make you feel, sweetheart."

"so fucking good, you're the only one who can make me feel like this baby!"

"say that again."

COCKWARMING

"don't move."

"this is torture! please, i could make us both feel really good-"

"darling, i have to focus on writing and i can't do that if i've got to fuck you at the same time. just sit pretty for me."

Edward Nashton

DEGRADATION

"you're a little perverted freak, aren't you baby?"

"yeah, but i'm your freak."

"all mine."

OVERSTIMULATING

"please, i can't go again!"

"shh baby, i know you can. don't try and lie to me ok?"

"o-ok maybe just one more."

"one and then the two after that."

"but that's so many..."

"i know, which is why you'll love it."

TEMPERATURE PLAY

"it's cold!"

"it's an ice cube, baby. does that feel good?"

"feels weird, but kinda nice?"

"i'll put one in my mouth and you can tell me how that feels on your cock."

Tim Klitz

LIGHT IMPACT PLAY

"how many was that, bunny?"

"uh six?"

"are you purposefully going lower so i'll add more?"

"...maybe?"

"you really are made for me, honey bunny."

BLINDFOLDS

"oh, klitz!"

"do you like that baby? not knowing where i am or what i'll do next?"

"please, pumpkin!"

"please what, bunny? where do you want me hm?"

HAIR PULLING

"sorry klitzy, didn't mean to tug your hair!"

"that felt good, actually."

"really?"

"oh fuck, that's so good. harder, please?"

[r1ddlessy]

control freak with Calvin Weir Fields

warnings: Calvin being Calvin, creampie, roughish sex, dumbification (?)

"what would you like, madame?"

"i'll have a glass of rosé, please."

Calvin's eyebrows shot up his forehead.

"another one? jesus, alright." he cleared his throat as you shot daggers at him. your gaze clearly unnerved him as he stuttered while telling the waiter his own drink.

"what the fuck is your problem?" you hissed at him quietly once the waiter had left. his expression of shock was outrageously comic you may have laughed if you weren't so furious.

"what? so now i'm not allowed to look out for you?" he scoffed and you rolled your eyes. you both agreed making a scene at the restaurant would be embarrassing for both of you, so decided to stew in your anger silently even as you sipped your respective drinks. before you'd even finished Calvin was ordering the check and getting up. you looked up at him unbothered as you sipped calmly, in no rush. he restrained from rolling his eyes, instead choosing to present the perfect picture to the possible audience around him.

"sweetheart, we should really be getting home soon." only you would be able to hear the edge in his voice. the last dregs of the liquid dripped down your throat as you finally gave him respite and nodded. a smile like a slap in the face spread across your face as you stood up and joined Calvin. once in the safe isolation of your car, the animosity between the two of you burst at the seams and the accusations began to be hurled at each other.

"you're such a condescending prick!"

"only because you're an immature brat."

"because i don't like you dictating what i do every fucking day?"

"i was only trying to help you, if you'd stop being so damn stubborn you'd understand i'm looking out for you."

"you're never looking out for me Calvin, the only person you care about is yourself." you scoffed. you slammed the car door before stomping up the pathway to the door. Calvin observed your shivering in the cool night air with a less than empathetic expression on his face as he walked at a leisurely pace to open the door. you looked at him unimpressed as he slowly unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking in himself before allowing you to follow through. "dickhead." you hissed under your breath as you pushed the door closed. Calvin laughed humourlessly.

"you're really proving me wrong, aren't you sweetheart?" he said sarcastically. you rolled your eyes.

"don't pretend like it wasn't an accurate description." you sneered.

"you're being so mean, sweetheart. what's got you so sour hm?" he taunted and your blood boilled.

"your insanely controlling behaviour is what's got me so sour." you finally burst. "you try and decide every little thing i do and it's driving me insane! i feel like i'm not my own person any more, i'm just your doll you dress up and take around."

Calvin stood still and silent as he listened to your rant, but the last sentence made him inhale and mutter something lowly.

"what?" you asked exasperated.

"i said i don't think you mind being my pretty doll. you may huff and puff like a brat, but that's just because you love the consequences. you love me putting you in your place, don't you?" your cheeks burned with indignation but simultaneously heat flooded between your legs.

"that's not true..." you tried to rebutt weakly but your voice's suddenly higher pitch betrayed you. Calvin took a step toward you and suddenly the previous distance between the two of you had vanished. his body was a hair's breadth away from yours and you were trapped against it. his hand reached out and tilted your jaw so you were forced to look at him.

"i'm sure it's not. so if i checked right now you wouldn't be absolutely soaked would you?" you couldn't bring yourself to lie and couldn't move your head side to side even if you wanted to. Calvin scoffed and his hand eased it's way up your dress with zero resistance. he gave you a smug grin as his fingers brushed against the wet fabric of your panties and you whimpered.

"you're desperate for me, aren't you doll?" he murmured softly in your ear. "you want me to make you cum with my fingers then my cock." you gasped as one of his thick fingers trailed between your lips and collected the slick. "all you have to do is ask me nicely."

"please fuck me Calvin." Calvin smirked and moved his hand up to taste you as he licked his finger clean. you whimpered at the loss of his touch.

"that's all i needed to hear, baby." his body pressed against yours and in turn pinned you to the wall. he pulled you into a heated kiss as your hands grabbed at each other furiously. one of your legs hooked itself around Calvin pulling him even closer to you. your bodies grinded against each other and you felt dizzy from the intensity of his kiss. his hands tugged your dress up so it bunched around your hips then tugged your panties down your legs. you moaned into his mouth as his finger slipped inside you and pumped you expertly.

"fuck me please, Calvin!" you groaned as his thumb rubbed your clit in deft circles.

"i'll fuck you as hard as you like it, just as soon as you've come on my fingers sweetheart." he soothed and you whined, already starting to clench around him. one hand held you close by the back of the neck while the other worked hard to make you cum. within moments you were whimpering as your juices coated Calvin's fingers and he pulled his fingers out. "good girl." he murmured as he steadied your shaking legs. as soon as you were stable enough, Calvin had tugged your dress off you completely and tossed it to the floor. you smiled giddily as you practically skipped to the bedroom, delighted to have gotten your own way.

"how do you want me, baby?" you looked up at Calvin as he walked in through your lashes and spoke with bruised lips. his effect on you was evident, and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

Calvin ignored your question as his eyes trailed over your body hungrily, before his hands reached out and shoved you back on to the bed lightly, before flipping you over with ease.

"like this, doll." he trailed his hand down your naked body, down from your neck through your back to the flesh of your ass which he squeezed and smacked liberally. you squealed at his attacks but stayed still and kept your position bent over the bed for him. you whimpered happily as you felt him slide into you slowly. he only gave you a second to adjust before his thrusts commenced at a brutal pace, stretching you out and knocking the breath out of you. you could barely stay grounded as you gripped at the sheets beneath you, slowly losing your ability to think as all you could focus on was his cock and the way it was filling you up.

"want more, Calvin. i need more..." the voice begging for something you weren't even so sure of yourself seemed foreign to your own, as if your body and mind had disconnected. Calvin shushed you gently, contrasting with his harsh actions in a way that felt deliciously condescending.

"don't worry doll, i've got you under control." he smacked your ass and you pushed into his palm, desperate for more contact. his hands held you by the hips and pulled you against him, essentially making you fuck yourself on him. you moaned in ecstasy as he used your body for pleasure, while simultaneously making you reach a state of bliss. "you're taking it like such a good girl." he whispered in your ear as he leaned over and pulled your face up by tilting your chin back. your eyes were rolling back as he kissed your neck and kept slamming you down on his cock.

"gonna fill you up pretty girl, i know how badly you want my cum inside you." his movements stuttered as his cock twitched inside you before his hot seed burst inside you. you moaned at the feeling of being coated in his cum. "did that feel good, doll?" you nodded happily as you looked up at Calvin with a slightly dazed expression. he laughed incredulously as he slowly slid out of you, but shushed you again when you whimpered. the absence of his cock was quickly forgotten as his thick fingers shoved his cum back into you. "poor dolly needs her fix, doesn't she?"

"mhm!" gleefully was all you could manage. Calvin massaged your hip with his free hand.

"guess i really fucked your brains out, didn't i brat?"

[r1ddlessy]

wrongful accusations with calvin

warnings: jealousy/controlling behaviour, angst with a fluffy ending

"where the fuck were you?"

calvin hissed and you jumped slightly, surprised to see him waiting for you.

"i was just-" you began explaining yourself before he held his hand up to silence you.

"i woke up and you were just gone! do you know how worried i was?" he exploded angrily, voice gradually getting louder. you shrunk into yourself slightly.

"i'm sorry, but i didn't think you'd mind me going out for a bit." you chewed on your cheek and calvin scoffed.

"what, you think i wouldn't mind you sneaking off to fuck some guy?" your brows furrowed in confusion and hurt at his accusation.

"calvin,i went shopping i didn't go see anyone else!" you insisted, defensive now that he'd accused you of something so horrible. he raised his eyebrow.

"you've gotta be pretty fucking stupid to think i'd believe something like that." he seethed. tears stung at your eyes from his harsh words.

"why don't you believe me?" you whispered.

"because trust is something you earn and you've just proven you never will." he hissed back and suddenly the dam broke. tears flooded your eyes and your whole body shook as the sobs wracked through it. calvin watched bewildered, guilt flooding his body. you both jolted at the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. you were in no state to pick it up, so calvin took it upon himself to crouch down and do it himself. in the brown paper bag you'd been holding behind your back lay a beautiful, perfectly preserved first edition of "Tender Is The Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald-his favourite book.

"oh fuck..." he whispered, the cogs turning in his brain. "you were buying my birthday present..." he spoke aloud, telling you what you already knew and you nodded sniffling.

"for such a genius, you can be really fucking stupid." you muttered and calvin couldn't help but smile sheepishly, reminded of your sharp wit he adored so much.

"im sorry i didn't trust you, dolly that's my fault." he spoke softly as he stood back up, careful not to hurt you again. as you looked up at him you saw tears in his own eyes.

"i can't believe someone as incredibly thoughtful as you exists, and wants to put up with me so i start questioning it." he admitted embarassed. you wiped his tears away gently.

"well i'm here and i'm not going. you can trust me on that."

[r1ddlessy]

☂☼love on the brain☼☂

warnings:toxic relationship,slut-shaming, calvin's a dick

a/n: the title sucks but i had to use one from my playlist sorry!

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"are you purposefully trying to embarrass me?" calvin spoke through gritted teeth and a heavy,iron hands holding your hips. your body automatically tried to twist away from his vice grip and his words embedded into your brain like poisonous darts.

"how am i embarrassing you?" you asked quietly, not wanting anyone but him to hear this humiliating conversation.

"you're dressed like a stripper no one fucking asked for." he muttered into your ear. your cheeks burned and your eyes stung at his harsh words. "you look more like my escort than my girlfriend." he spat out harshly.

his last words rang in your ears until you couldn't block the pain out. you couldn't handle it any longer. you needed to get out.

"goodnight, Calvin." you said calmly, exhaustion behind your words. you didn't give him a chance to say another hurtful thing before you walked out of the party host's large house, past the waiters offering champagne and the occasional curious eyes that followed you, wondering why the genius's accompaniment was leaving alone.

you were entirely disconnected the whole ride home, your body going through the motions while your mind was focused on the cruelty of the man you thought loved you.

why couldn't you leave him? why did you stay after every time he hurt you? was it because after the storm came the sunshine? is it worth getting soaked to the bone just for the relief of warmth on your skin after?

you decided it wasn't. as you trudged into your house you resolved to pack your bags tonight and leave in the morning. no excuses.

that seemed a lot easier said than done in the present moment. your limbs felt too heavy to move beyond flopping yourself on to the bed and closing your eyes, drifting off unhappy.

sunshine tickled your eyelids and you groaned at the invasion. you awoke slowly to squint at the sight of calvin sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you with a worried expression across his features. his cruel words flooded into your brain and you sat up defensively.

"i'm leaving today, calvin i've had enough." you spoke firmly, though your voice threatened to waver occasionally. calvin's brows furrowed and his eyes widened.

"you don't mean that, bunny let's just have a conversation." he spoke calmly though you could sense his nerves in the slight twitch of his hand as he placed it on your ankle. you pulled your legs back to avoid his touch.

"there's no conversation calvin, you treat me like shit and make me feel like i'll never be good enough." you mumbled, drawing patterns on the sheet to avoid looking at him. if you'd looked up you would have seen the guilt and sadness etched across his face.

"i didn't mean what i said baby, i was stressed because a lot of important people were there, and i didn't want to embarrass myself. i took that out on you, when i shouldn't have bunny."

he spoke softly and sincerely and you felt your resolve cracking.

"you shouldn't have said that, calvin." you brought your knees up to hug yourself. "it hurt my feelings."

"i know bunny, i'm so sorry." he edged closer to you and lifted your face with two fingers. "can you forgive me?" his green eyes bore into yours.

your head seemed to disobey your brain as it nodded slowly.

"it won't happen again, bunny i promise you."

"promise?" you asked wearily, holding your pinky finger out. calvin smiled at the silly gesture but indulged you, and hooked his finger with yours.

"i promise." he finally leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"i made apology pancakes, bunny." he murmured sheepishly when he pulled away. you visibly perked up and calvin chuckled. "c'mon, let's get the princess to her breakfast."

you laughed and swatted at him lightly as he pulled you out of the covers and over his shoulder, walking you to the kitchen.

maybe things would be ok. at least for now.

[r1ddlessy]

warnings:none

"Calvin, stop!"

your giggles filled the room, mixing with the Beatles song playing quietly on the radio and Calvin's hums leaving his grinning lips. "can't help it, you're too gorgeous baby." your hands shot out in front of you to no avail as the shutter of his camera clicked after his free hand trapped both of yours and moved them out of the shot.

"you're so annoying..." you pouted teasingly, squealing in surprise when you were suddenly lifted off your feet. "am i annoying for photographing the most beautiful sight in the world?" he murmured in your ear, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs to place you on the countertop.

"yes!" you laughed and pressed your lips to his softly.

[r1ddlessy]

warnings:unhealthy relationship, dumbification

calvin doesn't mean to be condescending. he can't help it. an ego massaged since childhood is bound to swell up occasionally. he tries to understand your frustration at his scoffing when you don't know an iconic author's magnum opus or even their name. when he hears the gritting of your teeth as you give him a curt retort and he sees the eye rolls you think he doesn't, he understands.

his understanding doesn't quell the anger that bubbles beneath the surface at your disrespect. his fists clench tightly by his side and he has to take a deep breath to calm down. he ultimately reminds himself that he's broken you into malleable putty before with just his mouth, his fingers and his cock. and that he'll do it again if you keep this little act up. it'll only take one stray eye roll or mutter to flip the switch in him that will make him fuck you dumb, until you're a babbling mess who can only repeat his name like it's the only word you know.