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theehoneeybee · 3 months

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An Evening Coffee

pairing: Edward Nashton/gn!reader warnings: stalking, obsession, swearing, implied kidnapping? the riddler is just a silly goose word count: 1.0k

part one

synopsis: Edward's obsession only grows stronger the more you pull away from him. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ a/n: thank you for the love on the previous fic <;3 also don't forget my requests are open teehee ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

After Edward had left your apartment you were quick to draw all the curtains, triple checking that the front door was locked. To be extra safe, you heaved the coffee table in front of the door to barricade yourself in.

He knew where you lived.

The hairs on your arm stood up straight, alert. The air in your apartment weighed on your shoulders, unable to escape the feeling of dread that surrounded you. You drowned in fear. How did he know where you lived? Had he been here before? Was he still here now?

You didn't have a second of peace, your brain swarming with questions. Everything began to make sense. The feeling of being watched and followed, and of course, the card.

You wanted to move apartment, to run away and hide where he could never find you, but there was one small problem. Edward still had your laptop.

You stayed awake all night, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. Caffeine and anxiety fuelled you as you stalked from room to room, unable to sit still, frantically checking that you were alone in the apartment. Was it even worth informing the police? You had no physical proof that Edward had done anything and the Gotham police were useless. They would just tell you, "we'll look into it," then you would never hear from them again.

The alarm from your phone blared in your ear. You don't remember falling asleep. You shot straight up, eyes snapping open as you scanned around your room. It was time for you to go to work.

Each time a customer came through the door a shiver ran down your spine, anticipating Edward's arrival. The night dragged. You anxiously stared at the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by all too slowly.

"Evening," Edward greeted you as he came through the door, the bell chiming behind him. You tried your best to keep a straight face, to keep the fear at bay.

"Evening."

He gently sets your laptop down on the counter. "I'll just have a coffee tonight," a kind smile adorned his lips as he spoke to you. How could he look you in the eyes and act like nothing was wrong? You couldn't help the shaking in your hands as your poured his coffee. "Well, I was able to get the virus off your laptop. Like you said, it was just something you got from a dodgy site."

You nodded, mumbling a thank you as your grabbed your laptop to put it away. Had Edward been the one to mess with your laptop? Part of you knew that would make sense, that is was the logical thing to think, but the way he looked at you almost had you convinced otherwise. Almost.

"You should be more careful, you know," Edward advised. "Try not to use those sites in the future. You never know what could happen. There's some dangerous people out there." His clear glasses gleamed in the light.

He wouldn't leave fast enough. Edward took his sweet time, sipping his coffee and scribbling his answers in a crossword puzzle. You watched him cautiously from across the diner, avoiding eye contact whenever he would glance your way. When Edward finally left, you let out a sigh of relief. A weight was lifted from your shoulders, not having to worry about him for the rest of your shift.

You scurried home, eager to get out of the dark and into the safety of your apartment. The illusion of safety, at least. Before you went to bed that night you messaged your manager, begging to be switched to the day shift. It would be too hard to find a new job on such short notice, so changing your shifts would be the quickest way to deter Edward. It was hard to fall asleep. No position seemed comfortable or safe. On your side, it left your back exposed, vulnerable to the world. You tossed and turned for the rest of the night, every little noise of the city waking you from your sleep.

You thought the switch to day shift kept Edward at bay. Aside from the feeling of being watched, you had not seen or heard from him. You asked your co-worker who took over the night shift if she had seen him, brown hair and clear frames, you described. Nothing.

Even your laptop was completely fine. The black screen and flashing question mark never appeared again but you still felt a level of unease using it, covering up your webcam with tape, just in case.

After a long day, all you wanted to do was rot in bed. One of your co-workers called out last minute, leaving you to cover them until someone else could come in. The rest of the evening you had spent running errands. Hauling all of your groceries onto the subway was no easy task.

You shuffled into your dark apartment, unable to flick on the light just yet as you carried your bags into the kitchen. They smacked onto the countertop with a loud thud. Your bedroom light was still on. Odd, you thought. You could've sworn you had turned it off. Electricity isn't cheap after all.

As you entered your bedroom, someone sprung out from the darkness, making you jump with fright. You hadn't spotted Edward in the corner, shrouded in the shadows. He towered over you, his eyes obscured by his glasses. You slowly backed away from him, until you were pressed up against the wall. He stood inches away from you.

"I missed you," Edward cooed. "You stopped working the night shift."

Your bottom lip trembled, fists balled against your sides as you stared up into his green eyes. Before you could utter a word, he spoke again.

"I just wanted to see you. You caught onto me hacking your laptop pretty quickly. You're a smart one." So he was the one who tampered with your computer.

"Please just leave me alone," your voice trembled as you spoke. For someone who used to seem so meek, Edward was making you shake with fear. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip. You swallowed. He leaned down, his face centimetres yours.

"Don't think you can get away from me that easily."

You were his.

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cannedbeefaroni · 5 months

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can we get an analysis on how different paul dano characters take nudes? LMAOOO TYTY 🙏

Ok ok I will admit I think louis ives would take good nudes at least. She’d know how to take a good mirror selfie in sexy dresses and lingerie. She’d cover her face with her phone or crop it out.

With Joby Taylor you’d get really awkward selfies with his face in frame looking either high or stupid. He’d be very obsessed with taking shirtless pics and sending them to you randomly.

Edward nashton would take top down pictures of his cock with the lights off and the flash on. You can see his pajama pants pulled down with Cheeto crumbs on them. Also you’d get some belly in the frame (hot)

Calvin weir-fields would send jacking off videos with loud moaning if you demanded hard enough for it because he’s a pushover and a bottom. The video cuts off before he cums tho.

Eli sunday would send you letters with disgusting nasty filthy smut of his deepest desires and crude sex drawings.

Burt fabelman is a man of god. He does not photograph his genitalia like some hooligan.

Pierre Bezukhov gets painted like one of those French girls if you know what I mean (look it was one time and he was drunk or something)

#danonation #danocel #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #calvin weir fields x reader #eli sunday x reader #joby taylor x reader #louis ives x reader #pierre bezukhov x reader

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danoberry · 1 year

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★ sugar baby (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: you notice an attractive older man taking a seat close to you on a park bench. you didn’t know he would end up spending so much to make you happy when you finally talked to him.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, age gap (reader is of age obviously), burt is a sugar daddy, burt is also very much a dad, takes place after the movie “the fabelmans,” lots of use of “bunny” and pet names, cunnilingus, overstim, fingering, cum play if you squint

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 3.5k

afab genitalia

A/N :

i wanted to post something on christmas for everyone but sadly i just did not have the motivation. so i present this instead (thank you to everyone in the discord server who encouraged this fic- it’s one of my favs now). happy new year’s eve!

Burt Fabelman takes a seat not a terribly great distance from you. He reads a book- a manual of some sort- while his fingers tip-tap on his thigh. You watch the man with intent. He must be approaching his 40s, you think. The minute stubble growing on his chin and pudginess on his stomach are pure indicators. There’s something about him that’s attracting you. The way he’s carrying himself, the way he’s handling everything he has in his clutch with care. Your cheeks started to heat up just looking at the man. You would’ve never expected him to be a sugar daddy.

I’m probably half his age! Who am I kidding? You think to yourself, taking your eyes off of him and looking down at the concrete. A homewrecker is never something you’d want to be labeled. You drown in thought as your eyes stare a hole into the ground, until a voice startles you, almost out of your seat.

“Hon?”

You look up, and there he is. The man you were just fixated on, right in front of you. Your face flushes a deep red. You can feel the heat in your neck.

“Oh- hi!” You say with innocence, like you weren’t just staring at him like he was eye candy.

“I uh… saw you staring a second ago. Are you alright?”

You smile, incredibly nervous. “Yeah! Hah… I’ve always had a staring problem.” You watch him slightly cock his eyebrow.

“I mean- I didn’t mean to stare so much… I’m sorry.” You blush deeper, heating up.

“Oh honey, it’s alright! I was just making sure you were doing okay! You seemed a bit… disheveled.” He sits down right next to you, as you curse yourself internally. Your legs slowly turn to jello.

“Nope! I’m doing pretty good…”

“I’m glad to hear that… I have a few kids who I can usually tell when they’re not alright. Of course they’re with their mom for the season… I guess I was trying to find someone to take care of when they’re away!” He laughs.

You sit there with your legs crossed and your hands in your lap. Not necessarily uncomfortable from the man himself, but from the fact he was making you feel so damn flustered. You giggle at his remark, before he speaks again.

“I’m sure you have children of yourself, what’s a girl like yourself doing at a park with nobody?”

You actually laugh this time.

“Kids? Absolutely not, not yet.”

“Really? I mean- you definitely don’t look old, definitely not as old as me, but you seem mature!” He says with genuine surprise.

“Oh, sir, I don’t even have a boyfriend- let alone a child.”

“Wow!” He breathes out. “It’s Burt, by the way, Burt Fabelman. No need to call me sir, you’d make me feel too old.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant by it all!” You defend, scared that you blew it. But he’s quick to reassure you simply.

“It’s okay hon, I know.”

You sit there for a moment, twiddling your thumbs, and look back up at him. Burt’s staring down at you. When his eyes meet yours, he smiles. It’s warm, sweet. It gives you a tingly feeling in your core.

“Are you really alright?” He asks again, concerned. “Your face is very red…”

He lays the back of his palm on your forehead and you feel like you’re going to explode.

“No, I’m fine, really!”

He chuckles at your response and feels your cheek with the back of his hand, still very concerned with your state.

“I have four kids, I know when they’re lying, too, honey.”

You hesitate. Should I lie? You debate. You revel in the consequences before you finally decide that you would come clean. You have nothing to lose, you don't even know the man, hardly.

“Do you want the truth?” You ask, fiddling with your dress.

“If it’s not gonna scare me off,” he says as he laughs.

“Well,” you start, ”this is embarrassing, but I saw you sitting on that bench, and I thought you were attractive and I guess I couldn’t stop staring- and I know that sounds really weird but It wasn’t like I was going to just get up and walk on over to say ‘Hello!’ because God only knows-”

“Woah! Hey!”

You bury your face as deep as they could possibly go into your hands out of embarrassment. God, you think, I sound like a fucking baby!

“I’m not mad at you!” He laughs. Oh. “Quite frankly, I think you’re beautiful... actually, way out of my league! Why would such a young, pretty girl want anything to do with an old man like me?”

Oh…?

“I… you just look like you know how to take care of someone… and I think you’re quite handsome,” You reply shyly, not daring to look up at him.

“Well aren’t you just so sweet,” Burt replies affectionately, coddling you. “Look up at me, please.”

You look up into his eyes, afraid yet unable to look away.

“How about this… I can take you back to your car, and I’ll give you my phone number so we can talk about it this evening. Does that sound good to you?”

You nod your head and walk with him to your car. If he were any other older man walking you to your car, you would have been exceedingly uncomfortable, but Burt Fabelman had a comforting presence as he loomed over you.

Approaching your car, your lips curl into a smile when you sit in the front seat.

“Do you have a napkin?” He asks.

You reply with a simple “mhm” and hand him a napkin after digging through your purse.

He grabs a pen from his coat pocket and clicks it, writing his phone number on the napkin laying against his hand. You watch him finish his writing and hand the napkin back to you, leaning over the car. You stare at the writing, before looking back at him as he stands over you.

“Promise me you’ll call?” He asks with a smile.

“I’m looking forward to it, Burt.”

…

Over the next few days you and Burt constantly talk over the phone. You even leave a chair under the phone on the wall for when either of you decide to call. You learn much about him over the days following— and vice versa.

Those late night phone calls turn into less of casual discussions of the past, and more playful conversations of the present. You slowly realize how much of a flirt Burt can become when he’s comfortable. He proposes the idea of a date while you fiddle with the cord one late night, saying, “I can’t wait to see you again, bunny. Let me take you somewhere— the shops. I’ll get you whatever you want.”

Burt was more than delighted to hear you’d be willing to go on a date with him. He hadn’t gone on a real date in years, and he was glad he’d be able to go on one with you. It was kind of strange for a first date, you thought, to go to the shops instead of the traditional dinner at a fancy restaurant, but you wouldn’t dare complain about getting spoiled by a charming, handsome older man.

You decide on a pretty dress and flats, adorning yourself with silver jewelry and floral perfume. Lipstick paints your lips and mascara enhances your eyelashes with every flutter. You carry your purse under your arm as you walk to the entrance, looking around for any sign of Burt. Almost immediately, he catches your eye. He stands tall next to the fountain, his glasses seated on his nose quite low, in a turtleneck and a blazer, an outfit that made you heat up admiring him.

Your face flushes as you stare up at him.

“Hey, sweetheart!” he breathes quietly, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Hi- thanks for inviting me here,” you say as you smile at him.

“Of course. Where did you want to go first?”

“Uhh- well, I have been wanting to hear the new ‘Temptations’ record.“

Burt chuckles, “Oh honey, I’d be more than glad to get you a record, but what do you really want?”

You tap your foot out of nervousness, you didn’t really think he was being serious when he told you he’d buy you whatever you wanted on that phone call a few nights prior. “If I was being honest I’d really appreciate some new earrings, but you don’t-“

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll look at! Is that okay? I can get your record, too.”

You feel slightly aghast by his offer, but you’re quick to comply. “I mean, it sounds good to me!”

“Great,” He says, holding his hand out for you to grasp.

You take his hand and walk with him down the atrium, to the jewelry store. When you arrive, you both are greeted by a salesperson who helps you pick out a beautiful pair of earrings: pretty diamond studs. Despite your protests to Burt, because of how expensive they turn out to be, he buys them for you.

“You really don’t have to spend this much money on me- I appreciate it so much, Burt, but really-“

“A beautiful lady like you needs a beautiful pair of earrings. Don’t mention it, doll. I insist.”

He walks with you out of the store, holding the bag for you.

“You should put your earrings in, I want to see them!”

“Oh,” you started, “sure, why not!”

He holds the bag up to you to take the earrings out and put them in your ears. After you do this, you place the box back into the bag, thanking him again.

“They’re gorgeous,” Burt says, astonished.

“Thank you,” you say, grinning wide.

He kisses you on the cheek and looms over you again.

“Not as gorgeous as you though, for sure.”

“Thank you,” is all you can dreamily mutter again, blushing at the floor.

You hold Burt’s hand on the walk to the record store, blushing the way there. You arrive and quickly find what you’re looking for. You head to the register alone, but Burt insists you pick out a few more, and one for him to listen to. You pick up The Beatles, Beach Boys, and a few more with interesting covers. At the checkout, he forks out money from his wallet like it was nothing, rubbing your shoulder with his left hand.

You two walk out of the store hand in hand, and mutually decide it’s time to go home, though neither of you want to truly leave each other's company. When you both reach the front gate, he asks if you want to sit in his car and talk for a moment. You immediately oblige and walk with him, taking a seat in the front passenger.

“I don’t want to leave right now- I feel like I could spend hours with you,” you say with ruby-red cheeks, looking down at your feet.

“I don’t want to leave you either, bunny. Look at me.”

He gently tilts your head up at him, using the back of his palm against your chin.

“Do you want to come home with me tonight? I’ll make sure we come back and get your car in the morning.”

You look in Burt’s eyes for a moment and nod your head. He leans into you and plants a kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a moment, and pulls away.

“Throw the stuff in the back. I’ll take you, baby.”

Your eyes frost over with tears formed from pure excitement, and a haze prohibits your view while you grin secretly, looking out the window.

You put your bags in the back and he drives off with you almost giggling in the passenger seat. You admire him at stoplights, his stature, mixed with the glow of the red, yellow, green on his face. You couldn’t believe it. He’s taking you back to his house. Who knows what you’re about to do.

He pulls into his dark driveway and turns off the engine, stepping out, as you do the same. He shows you to the front door, and you both walk into the beautiful living room together, surrounded by windows. He turns on the light behind you and hangs his blazer on the rack.

“Wanna sit?” He asks as you walk in, motioning over to the couch.

“Oh, yeah sure.”

“Make yourself comfortable, hon.”

You watched him grab two glasses of water from the kitchen and walk over to you, sitting them down on the coffee table and sitting down himself.

“You really are such a beautiful lady, you know?”

“Thank you, Burt,” you flustered. “You’re very handsome as well.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever get to meet someone as pretty and sweet as you are, dear. You make me feel wonderful.”

“I feel wonderful when I’m with you, too.”

A grin formed on Burt’s face and he leaned to kiss you, to which you completely oblige as you deepen the kiss, humming into his mouth. Burt lays one of his large hands on your thigh, playing with his thumb, rubbing under the hem of your dress. His calloused fingertips toyed with the fabric.

“Do you like it when I touch you there?”

You nodded your head.

“Okay, baby.”

You feel your pussy slowly start to ache as he rubs your inner thigh, kissing you hungrily. You feel completely swallowed by your attraction to him, as you spread your thighs apart and invite his hand farther up your dress.

“Please, Burt,” you whisper.

“I’ll take care of you, bunny.”

He picks you up bridal style and kisses you again, walking you back to his room. You're placed on the bed and Burt lifts up the bottom of your dress, exposing your lace panties and the lower half of your stomach.

“You wear these often?” He asks, gently squeezing the meat of your thigh.

“Not necessarily…” you shyly remark.

“They’re cute, sweetheart. Red’s your color.”

He dips down and kisses you again. “Can I get this dress off of you?

You squeak, absolutely overtaken by affection, “Mhm.”

You sit up and Burt helps you take the dress off above your head. You feel exposed— lying there in your lace, while he hovers over you fully clothed. The feeling doesn’t last long, however, because before you know it, Burt is taking off his turtleneck and you see his pudgy belly sitting at the top of his pants.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, bunny. You want me to fuck you, hm?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper boldly.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” Burt chuckles. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, bunny. Come here.”

You sit up and get closer to him, batting your eyes. He cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. You kiss and nuzzle into the side of his hand, looking up at Burt with a neediness in your eyes.

“Such a pretty baby,” he says, in awe. “Lay back.”

You obey his demand and lay on your back, your breasts almost spilling out of your bra. Burt leans over you and puts his hands behind your back, unsnapping your bra and taking it off. He cups one of your tits and pinches your nipple, requiting a squeak out of your mouth. Burt laughs and kisses your forehead, apologizing for shocking you like that, before he trails his fingers down your body, making you shiver in reaction.

Burt grabs your sides and shifts you forward, beginning to peel off the sides of your lace panties. The slick, already formed on your panties, strung out for a moment while you watch him slowly peel them off, from your thighs to off of your ankles.

“So wet,” you hear him purr.

He takes his thumb and lays it over your sensitive clit, making you hum a moan. He leans over the bed and brings his face to your heat, pulsing with need. You feel his hot breath against your folds, before he brings his lips to you, collecting your slick with his tongue, lapping up and down as you begin to cry out moans and curses.

You feel him fuck you with his tongue and suck at your clit, making your back arch away from the matress. You hold his head down with your hand, screaming out against your other one. Your thighs begin to squeeze together as you cry out his name, almost squeezing his head along with them. You feel Burt take his rough hands and use both of them to hold your legs down on each side, squeezing into the plush of your thighs. The resistance turns you on more than you already are.

He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and uses them to spread around your pussy, lathering his fingers with fluid, pushing one into you while he sucks you all that he could. He begins slowly, but gets decently faster as he curls into you perfectly. You feel the knot in your stomach forming as he gets faster with his movements. You moan his name more and more, giving him validation that he’s doing a good job.

Your walls tighten around his fingers, making it harder for Burt to curl in and out of you. You feel your impending orgasm build and build as you try to relax your muscles and prolong your pleasure.

“C’mon, I know you can do it bunny. Cum all over my fingers,” Burt praises.

“Burt I- ohh- I- fuck!”

Your orgasm crashes over you in a huge wave, your muscles contract while you pant and repeat his name like a prayer. You notice your orgasm slowly calming, but your arousal sticking, and you realize he never stopped finger-fucking you in the first place.

“O-Oh, baby! Ah-hnng… Burt!”

He kisses up your stomach with wet lips.

“I told you I was gonna fuck you good, bunny.” He raises his eyebrows and pulls his fingers out of you, smearing the cum all over the front of your cunt, all spent and red and wet, and wiping the rest on your tits, hardening your nipples from cold air.

Burt picks you up by the hips again and adjusts you towards the headboard, shuffling off his pants and underwear. He towers over you, his cock leaking from his bright pink tip, thick enough to stretch you out but not long enough to hurt your cervix.

“You ready for my cock, hon? Gonna let daddy stretch you out?”

“Mmm, ‘m so ready, ‘m so ready, daddy,” you say, though absolutely spent.

Burt spends no time hesitating to lather his cock with your juices, feeling your folds with his thickness and slowly putting himself inside you. You mewl as he leans over your body, his lower half deliciously touching your clit. You feel overstimulated but absolutely desperate for his body to be close to yours.

He fucks into you while wet noises fill the room, combining with your moans of ecstasy and his groans and grunts of pleasure. Your legs wrap around his back and he uses his hands to cup behind your head, bringing your bodies closer together. Your foreheads touch together, and Burt looks into your eyes, overwhelmed by your beauty and how good you make him feel.

“Mm- Burt, baby, hnng- Daddy… please,” you cry out, salivating, pinching your eyes shut as he rutted into you and tears fell down your face, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of your bodies.

“Take it… all for me… bunny.”

Burt gives you a kiss, mid moan, and by the time the kiss was over, your second orgasm happened almost immediately, crashing over you harder than your previous one. You let out a scream of pleasure while he fucked into you a few more times, finally cumming as well, painting your walls with warm, thick stripes of cum, that made your cunt clench even harder from the feeling.

Burt kisses you again, slowly removing his cock from your dripping pussy, spewing it out with a pulse. Cum pools below your thighs, making the sheet sticky from under you. You both know it— it’s gross, but neither of you want to leave each other’s company. He lays down beside you, while your eyes flutter. You look cock-drunk from your drool and tears.

“You’re so good baby,” he kisses you. “You’re so good for me.”

Burt puts the hair out of your face before you reply.

“Thank you so much, Burt ,” you say with a yawn and a smile.

“Of course, my pretty girl.”

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danowh0re · 4 months

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begging for calvin x bottom!cis!male reader

Maybe reader just teases him throughout the day, especially when he’s writing and Calvin has enough of it and bends him over ?? <33

It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it :)

Best way to come back into writing 🤭

Urge

SMUT!!! MDNI!!!

Calvin X Bottom!Cis!Male!Reader

828 words

(used y/n / he/him/they pronouns)

Little bit of anal?? | dirty talk/begging | yatta yatta yk the jist lmao and most of alll ENJOYYYYY

The look in Calvin’s face is like a dad watched his favourite football team play. So deeply tranced into the work that he is writing he can’t get out of it. What seems like seconds later when Calvin showed some liveliness and took a sip of the room temperature water that’s sitting at his side, y/n comes along. He sits right on the opposite side of the table corner where Calvin is; y/n slowly tapping his nail to the wooden desk. Making it clear he is bored out of his mind. The focused man that sits in front of him making him hard from how hardworking he is, knowing he can’t just help himself with the tent forming in his pants.

But his stubbornness pushes him back into finishing his book first before dealing with the beautiful boy in front of him. As he continued on finishing his story Calvin only half paid attention until the sight of y/n coming towards him is enough for him to close his eyes, a shutter in his breath beginning to form.

His body feeling cold suddenly after staring at the blank page for too long while he is able to see his partner's hands up from their laps clenching into fists as they sit on the other side of the table. He opened his eyes to stare at the long awaited boy in front of him. “Do you mind y/n? I have a due date for this and I can’t fuck it up.” Calvin’s voice grows louder, pausing suddenly as an idea comes to mind, but acting like y/n only wants it. “..or do you want to be fucked? Hm? Little bunny can’t even wait an hour?”

Calvin sits up from his chair, grabbing him off of the table and coming up from behind y/n and dropping their pants swiftly. Marking their territory by bending their back over the table in front of them. Y/n‘s pulsating Cock grinding against it.

A finger gliding down to their entrance as he moans softly. Pushing two fingers inside y/n, moving both fingers around making sure he can take all of him in. Y/n feeling as though his dick will explode soon if he continues to be worked so good, but being brought back to reality by the hand placed on his shoulder. “Say please.”

Marking their territory once again.

Y/n choosing to be bratty, he responds with a whiney voice, “please.. but please do tell me-“ he looks behind to look at Calvin, “w-whats taking so long..~” A smirk lays on y/n’s face as Calvin doesn’t take that comment. Releasing his fingers out of him, instantly taking off his belt and everything else after it. He jerks himself quickly to let his pre-cum coat his tip. Afterwards quickly pushing himself fully in y/n’s now loose hole.

Making a low moan which causes y/n to flinch away from him. Quickly thrusting forward, Y/n cries out his name not expecting it to hurt so much. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Calvin holds onto y/n’s shoulders firmly. Holding his head still. Not letting him move, y/n gripping the edges of the table from pure desperation to move but unable to since he was already in such a deep penetration. “Now.. Where were we? Oh yes, please continue to be such a naughty boy~" He makes y/n beg for his cock in a sweet way as he moans his name as well. "Please.. don’t stop! Please.. fill me up!!”

He gives him exactly what he wants. Slowly pumping his thick member in and out. Every inch pounding in y/n deeper than ever. Making him unable to stop his hips from rolling his waist to meet Calvin’s. His cock feels heavy yet sensitive inside him. If only it wasn’t on such a limited time slot he would go slower but.. He isn’t one to deny anyone what they want.

Just making y/n bounce more, y/n falls on his elbows making it easier for Calvin to work him in a little better. Fingers circling around his balls and the area around his base. Bringing him closer and closer to climax. While y/n calls out for Calvin more, begging him to fill him up like never before.

Calvin soon grabs onto y/n’s red-shoulders, spilling out deep into his hole, making sure to not leave anything out. Calvin’s shutters at the feeling, y/n’s reaction just begging for all of it again and again.

Calvin slips out of y/n. Quickly fixing himself up and leaving y/n barely naked. Sitting back into his chair and staring into the blank page once again.

Leaving y/n panting by himself, Calvin looks up at him for a moment, “you can leave now.” He watches him walk away slowly before looking back down to his paper, pretending to be working again. Just as he did when he was still on top of y/n.

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r1ddlessy · 1 month

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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."

#ramblings...to ruby!✍️#calvin weir fields x reader #calvin wier fields smut

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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Close to me.

A/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written, god is dead. Enjoy! Gif was made by @goodboyriddler also i named your baby Alexei lol.

Warnings: unprotected sex, always use protection stds are no joke, mommy kink and breeding kink if you squint, lactation and reader is a milf. If you feel like i should add more warnings please do let me know.

Neither Pierre nor you felt at ease with the servants taking care of Alexei, he was three months old and slept most of the time, only waking up to eat, usually you changed his diaper every six hours. You were scared about his sleeping schedule at first, expecting him to spend day and night crying, but were assured by the pediatrician that it is normal, he'll get like that when you change his diet, but for now he only drinks milk.

When Alexei was born, Pierre was sure he was so happy he'd die, and as the new born's swelling subsided he was very pleased to see that little Alexei Petrovich Bezukhov was a little version of his father with his mother's eyes. Now little Alyosha was also a lot like his father not only in size, having been born a little larger than babies are usually born and growing steadily, but in the way that he drank, he drank so much milk he'd start falling asleep but when you tried to pry him off your breast he'd wake up and keep on drinking. This would cause the milk flow to be quite heavy, usually making your breasts ache, and while you hated the soreness, Pierre and you had started making love again, and he absolutely loved the new volume you were sporting, he always loved your chest, he just couldn't help but to like it like this, so firm and full.

But it ached a lot, and as Alexei spent more than half of the day Sleeping the milk would sometimes leak, and it was uncomfortable to say the least, and tonight was not the exception, you were even considering not wearing a nightgown, you were going to stain it with milk anyway, you felt frustrated to say the least, and your husband ever the sharp man, obviously noticed, "are you quite alright my love?" He asked you sitting beside you, dressed for bed already; you sighed with a pout and turned to look at him "oh my dear, i am just so frustrated, i keep..." you blushed, feeling quite shy about it "staining my nightgowns, the milk gets cold and it is so uncomfortable, i can't sleep" he looked surprised "is it that much milk?" He asked, the question seemed dumb to you, but you understood he's a man, so he doesn't understand, so you got up from the bed and got in front of him, pulling on your 'fresh' nightgown, already a bit stained "i just put this one on" you said frustrated, he lifted his eyebrows "and how does the flow lighten?" He asked truly hoping to find a solution "well usually when Alyosha drinks, it lightens for a few hours but he is asleep and definitely not gonna eat, i bet he's still full, he drinks so much" then his face lit up and he looked positively devious "well my darling, since he is not here" he said trying to stifle an excited smile "perhaps i could lend a hand" and you looked at him as if prompting him to explain himself "i could ah" he said quite nervously "empty them" he finished, once you processed the word that left his mouth you blushed, you were not a virgin by any means, but the idea of breastfeeding your husband was totally different to what you have done with him so far, but you weren't really opposed to the idea, so you nodded shyly.

He helped you remove your night gown, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered with each button undone, at last letting it fall to the ground. He sat on the bed, motioning for you to sit on his lap, which you did, soon enough you were sitting on his lap, him kissing all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones, your hand in the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, he started his way down to your swollen and leaking breasts, licking your left nipple tasting the sweet droplets of milk letting out a sound of satisfaction "my darling it tastes so sweet" he said before taking your nipple in his mouth giving it a tentative and gentle suck, feeling the warm and sweet liquid fill his mouth, for some reason it tasted inherently you and Pierre was in heaven, this was so erotic, the mere idea of drinking you was enough to arouse him greatly, to him this was one of the most arousing things he'd ever done, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for having this brilliant idea, he was sure you could feel how hard his cock was and there was only one worry in his mind, were you enjoying this?

It was strange, different from when you breastfed your child, probably because of the knowledge that this was your husband who was suckling on your tit. It was well, arousing, and the feeling of the warm milk being sucked out of your tender breast heightening your arousal, lowering your gaze at Pierre who was now sucking a little more confidently, droplets of milk spilling out of the corners of his mouth and a look of utter satisfaction in his features and for some reason that turned you on further "you are doing so good my darling" you said, rolling you hips once which drew a loud moan out of him, making milk spill out of his mouth, you wiped it off with your thumb and guided his head back to your other breast and moaned when he started suckling on it, starting to roll your hips, grinding on his hard cock, he moaned around your tit but did not stop drinking from it "my darling, sucking so earnestly, are you enjoying it?" He let go of your breast with an obscene pop and whined "yes mommy" it took you both a second to realize what had left his mouth, you smirked and he went redder (if that's even possible) "i-i'm so-" he started to apologize but you cut him off with a chuckle "i'm happy you are enjoying yourself, my good boy, now empty mommy's tits will you?" He moaned and took one of your tender tits in his mouth making you moan, you were so wet it was unbearable and the poor friction you were getting from grinding against Pierre's hard on was dismal, so you had an idea, prying Pierre the same way you would Alexei from your breast cooed "oh my darling your cock is already so hard, does my good boy want to fuck mommy? Does my baby boy want mommy to help?" He let out a high whine and nodded "use your big boy words love" you softly scolded him and he began "y-yes mommy" and you smiled softly at him "that wasn't so hard was it?" You said getting off him so you could get rid of the clothes he wore as if they offended you.

Once he was naked you straddled his hips, lining the head of his member with the entrance of your cunt and slowly lowered yourself, making the both of you moan "now keep emptying mommy's tits my good boy" he didn't have to be told twice, taking your breast in his mouth and sucking like a man starved moving his hips to fuck into you, all hesitance and gentleness out of the window now, making you throw your head back in pleasure "Oh my darling, my good boy don't stop fucking mommy" you moaned, you really weren't gonna last long with how earnestly he was fucking you and suckling on your tit. His arms were tightly around your waist pulling you as close as physically possible, you were on cloud nine, the combination of sensations making you loose your mind, and then Pierre (regrettably) let go of your breast moaning "oh mommy, i'm cumming" you put your hand on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on him, when you pulled away he reattached himself to your breast "mmmh good boy, cum inside mommy" and it was all it took for him to release inside you, the warm feeling of his cum and his mouth on your chest making you go over the edge with a moan, cunt clenching and back arching. When he let go of your breast, you got off him carefully, both of you laying down, your head in his chest "i am so full" he said making you giggle "but i am glad to have helped" he said chuckling and kissing your head. Both falling asleep quite soon after.

Thank you for reading! 🤎

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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Drunk on Halloween || Calvin Weir-Fields x Fem!Reader

Calvin Weir Fields x Fem!Reader

Word Count || 3,195

Summary || Calvin is aching for one night of peace; a bottle of wine, a cheesy horror movie, and the love of his life. However, some trick-or-treaters have different plans in mind.

Author’s Note || can you guys tell that I'm a Calvin apologist with this one? can you guys tell that even though I think he can be toxic as fuck, I'd sell my left nipple for a dime to have him just for a night? am I writing this note at four in the morning and that's why it's so unhinged? mind your own business, perhaps.

Warnings || smut (minors, do not interact or I will dip you into an ooky spooky vat of acid <3), thigh riding, slight use of pet names (Calvin calls the reader a good girl like twice lol), Calvin is an uptight little freak, reader is just in for a good time (good for her), nothing else I can think of!!

"Work all night on a drink of rum, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

Calvin pulls away from your neck, nearly breathless, "Are you really going to do that?"

You continue singing quietly but dramatically from underneath him, "Stack banana 'til the mornin' come, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

"Are you kidding me?" He groans.

"Come Mister Tally Man, tally me banana, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

Hair flopping forward, Calvin's head tips downward, mere millimeters from being buried in your chest, "Wow. You're really committing to this."

You giggle at his expense, "It's not my fault you decided to start something right before the dinner scene."

With nearly every night having been a movie night, you'd waited for something like this. However, you knew that tonight was likely that night as soon as Calvin pulled out a bottle of red wine, insisting that he bring some modicum of culture to the table. A few glasses later and all he'd manifested was a heavy haze that came to smother both of your lazily lounging figures.

Calvin says in disbelief, "I've never seen this before, how was I supposed to know what this scene would turn you into?"

"You should know because you know me, Cal." you slur.

He sounds even more tired than he really is when he replies, "I doubt that more and more with each passing day." Then he shakes his head as if he's actually upset. Your lighthearted demeanor dulls.

Voice softening, your hand rests on his cheek, "Hey, why does it matter? We're having fun, right?"

Calvin watches your eyes go wide, staring at him wearily. It reminds him a little of how his mother would look at him when he was upset. Like he was a child who'd thrown a fit. The next thing he was expecting out of your mouth was something akin to, "There, there, Calvin. It's okay." He can't tell if that annoys or comforts him.

"I guess..." he sighs.

You ask, "What's that supposed to mean?"

The cogs in Calvin's head turn as he tries to figure out exactly what had ruffled him so much. You never let him get away with passive aggression. He's not even sure why he does it in the first place; there's something that tells him there's no chance that anyone would even care why he was frustrated. So why should he bother to even try verbalizing it?

Your dumb runs over his cheekbone, "Cal, what's wrong?"

He begins shakily, "You know...I like when things go to plan..."

Your tone is laced with a little giggle, "So you were just planning to fuck me ahead of time? Is that how all of our sexual encounters go?"

"Don't call it that."

Your smile turns into a full grin as you stare incredulously, "What? Fucking? You mean what we've been doing for months?"

Immediately clamming up, Calvin replies, "It's just...it's not romantic when you say it like that."

You laugh, "Ah, because having sex while drunk on your couch is peak romance." Calvin watches your finger slide down the bumped bridge of his nose before you tap the tip.

Something in the teasing action makes him lighten. Maybe it's the fact that he swears he saw you wink afterwards. Or maybe it was the way the light from the television and the shadows of the darkness twisting and tricking his imagination. Or maybe he's just sick of worrying; maybe he's finally hit the threshold between his nervousness and his want.

He mumbles, "It could be."

You scoff, "You're so silly."

"Says the one who wanted to put me in fishnets and a corset." He reminds you of the conversation that took place during one of your previous Halloween movie nights. The film: Rocky Horror Picture Show. You had laughed while comparing him to the hero of the film, teasing him with breathy repetitions of the line, "Oh, Brad." He'd scowled and rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered every time he heard it. It reminded him far too much of other sounds he'd heard you say.

"I stand by the fact that you were made to be Brad." You add daringly, "And I think you would've looked super hot in them. I probably would've gotten undressed half an hour ago if you looked like that." Then you looked at him; eyelids at half mast and finger running down one of his arms bracing the weight of his body over you. His skin shivers at the languid movements. He wishes he wasn't wearing a damned sweater so he could feel the soft drag of your nails.

He hears the resigned lyric of Brad Majors ring in his skull, Damn it, Janet. I love you.

Without a second thought he dives back in, delivering a swift kiss that quickly turns more fervent as he tastes more of the dark red wine from earlier. Or maybe the taste is on his own taste buds. He's not entirely sure and he's far too lost in the moment to really differentiate the flavors. All he knows is that the view of you beneath him is alluring and convincing him that his timing is auspicious. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

He moans right as the song playing ends and breathes, "Can I touch you?"

Though you hear his desperate question just fine, you decide to taunt him a little bit more. "Huh?"

Calvin demonstrates an unusual level of assertion when he fishes around the top the couch and grabs the remote, mashing a button to lower the volume of the television until the movie was almost completely silenced.

You can now hear his khaki covered knee slide up the upholstery of the couch, slow as it eases comfortably between your own legs and presses just slightly against you. It's just enough pressure on your clit that you begin to ache for more. More movement. More warmth. More tension. He's close enough that you can practically see yourself coming down from your high already. Then Calvin repeats himself, rewording the question to reflect his insistence.

"I want to touch you."

You don't dare laugh now. You're too busy teetering on the edge of something big, you can taste it in the back of your throat.

"Please," you croak.

No matter how indifferent he can come off at times, Calvin can't be cruel to you. Instead, he's immensely satisfied with himself as he kisses you again, allowing his tongue to slip between your own lips. He takes as much as he wants and gives just a little more, allowing you some purchase from the heady tease of his knee grinding a little further against your pussy.

Wrenching away from the kiss, you regress into a pleading, mewling tangle of arousal, "Calvin, please-- please just let me...let me--"

His low voice bites you in an almost fatal way. "Let you what? Let you fuck yourself on my leg?"

You like the way the curse leaves his lips. Somehow, a man like Calvin can make the most vulgar words sound poetic even as he practically spits them at you. It makes more heat pool between your legs. It makes you fucking whimper for him. This is a rare form for both of you.

With you regurgitating the same cry of, "Please, Calvin, please..." He lets out his own chuckle.

"I'll let you move soon." He promises, "I just want to touch you first."

Calvin stays true to his word, anchoring a hand on your hip, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hip bone. Your sweater had begun to ride up your torso, exposing your soft stomach and the underside of your chest. Calvin lips curl at the sight of the pumpkin patterned sweater than matched his own. The idea of getting matching holiday sweaters had sounded terribly romantic; something he's sure he'd read in some romance novel as a teenager and simply filed it away in his subconscious. Now he finds his head filling with less than romantic thoughts as his fingers graze the hem of the brown, knitted garment and he realizes that underneath the silly sweater, you're not wearing a bra.

His hand wanders, caressing your side until it disappears entirely underneath the sweater. Cold fingers brush against your ribs and your breath hitches. With the television turned down, Calvin hears it and attempts to amend it by bringing his mouth to your jaw, peppering imprecise, open mouthed kisses along it until he reaches your ear.

He whispers that you're pretty. So pretty as you gasp when his hand finally reaches one of your rounded breasts. He wastes no time focusing on the nipple, swiping his thumb over it carefully. And there it is again: the want that is just dying to keep building. It leaves your clit feeling like it's been set on fire. Another string of miserable pleas leave your lips as you turn your head to the side.

You stare at the television screen now, watching as the titular Beetlejuice torments Lydia's father. Despite the volume being turned all the way down, you know the line that comes out of his mouth. But, even then, you don't have it in you to utter, "We've come for your daughter, Chuck." because fuck, you need to come first.

Calvin takes a hold of your chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently turning your head back to stare into his eyes, blown out and glassy just from feeling your skin. Your breath is raggedly trailing through your burning lungs.

Pitying you just enough, Calvin grants you the permission you've been waiting for. "You can move now." He says simply, as if he isn't just as worked up as you are. As if he isn't just waiting for you to ruin his pants; as if he isn't already preparing himself for the gloating he'll get to do when he does laundry tomorrow.

You respond eagerly but not to get too ahead of yourself, not wanting to unravel the knot inside you too quickly. You rock against his knee with smooth, unwaveringly slow motions. Calvin notices your restraint and lets praise drip from his tongue like raw honey, "Good girl...good girl."

The pet name sounds marginally awkward coming from him, but you're too far gone to second guess it. You let it spur you on even more when your thigh brushes against his erection. Based on how solid it is, you can't even imagine how much control it's taking him to hold back from letting himself get off. And a part of you is proud that just the feeling of your supple skin under his palms and your breathy cries were enough to get him that good. So you offer him a little relief by pulling him down on you, giving your thigh more of a chance to graze him fully.

Beautifully, Calvin groans shakily at the friction. Though it doesn't compare to being inside of you in the slightest, the mere movements are just enough to begin brewing his own climax.

Before too long, you're a tangled mess, hopelessly humping against each other on the couch, the movie long forgotten as you both aim to reach your releases. It only serves to provide mood lighting that flashes against your faces, illuminating how Calvin's expression contorts gracefully with the pleasure. He squeezes your breast with every restricted stroke against your thigh, making you whimper. It's a slurry of heaving chests, uneven breaths, and messily placed kisses and you both inch closer and closer to the end.

You're ascending the final hill, seconds away from the peak. Every time your clothed clit brushes against his knee, you feel your climax slowly and steadily clicking continually, just about to slot right into place when--

"Happy Halloween, Calvin Weird-Fields!" you manage to hear the yell faintly through your lust filled haze. You try to ignore it and continue rutting against him. But Calvin's hand leaves the confines of your sweater, hastily pulling it down over your torso before scrambling off of you. Your climax careens backwards down the hill, leaving you high and dry and ready to tear your hair out.

"Wait--" you barely have a chance to get an extra word in when he sits up.

He raises a finger quickly, shushing you.

Then you hear it again, a similar voice screaming from outside, "Yeah, happy fucking Halloween, Weird-Fields!"

"You've got to be kidding me. Not again." Calvin groans to himself before clambers away to his front door, barely having enough of a grip on himself to smooth his hair back. With the movie and you and the swiftly fading arousal fading, the tension returns to his shoulders, promptly weighing him down.

By the time he gets out the door, the teenagers have gotten back on their bicycles. They pull Halloween masks back over their faces and have already begun to ride back down the hill. At the risk of sounding too much like his late father, Calvin holds back the urge to yell obscenities back at them. He can't even think of the words to accurately express his anger anyways.

He just turns back, staring at the stark white stucco of his two story home, now adorned with garlands of toilet paper. Right then, you emerge from the entrance, following him out to the little concrete sidewalk at the front of his home and looking at the damage. This time, the one thing keeping you from chuckling at the sight is the outrage clearly radiating from your boyfriend.

Calvin reaches up, only just tall enough to reach a strand that hangs down. Though he tugs on it gently, it rips off quickly, leaving him with two and a half pitiful squares of toilet paper in his grasp.

His voice wobbles with frustration, "Are you-- you've gotta be kidding me." He jumps a little this time, reaching for the same sheet as it flutters in the wind, pulling off yet another few squares that he crumples in his trembling fist.

You watch him begin to breathe heavily, his lip quivering as he only works himself up more and more.

You reach out to lay a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, honey, stop..." but that doesn't quite catch his attention. You repeat firmly, "Calvin, stop."

He whips around and shoots you a venomous reply, "What the fuck am I supposed to do about this?"

"I don't know. Can't you pay someone to come out and clean it up?" A guy as wealthy and with as many connections as he did had to know someone who would be willing to take care of the mess.

"How the fuck am I going to get someone out here tonight?" he continues to rant, "Why the fuck are those kids even allowed to be out after dark?

You raise your voice, "Calvin!"

"What?" he snaps.

"You don't need to worry about this right now. Why don't we just go back inside and--"

"What's the point?" he laughs dejectedly, "The night's already ruined anyways."

"It isn't ruined." you insist.

"Yes, it is. They fucked it up and I fucked it up even more and fuck it's all just fucking fucked." His tone only gets more irritated as he rambles on, dropping the crumpled toilet paper squares to the concrete and running his quivering hand through his hair once more.

This hadn't been the first time those teenagers had done something like this. It started with them leaving empty beer bottles on his sidewalk after drunkenly laughing on his porch all night. Calvin had heard the antics of course, but had been too hesitant to do anything. He just hoped they'd go away. So he simply recycled the bottle and thought that was the last of it. But they were spoiled rich kids that lived in the hills and were determined to make the pretentious author's life a living hell.

The last incident, weeks before this, had almost been the straw that broke the camel's back. They'd managed to get their hands on a copy of one of his books and torn the pages out, crumpling them up and littering the bushes in front of the entrance with them. Placed directly on his doormat was the bent and destroyed cover. They'd taken permanent markers to the duster jacket and written insults all over it. Most of them were childish scribblings. The one that stuck up to him most was the simple addition of an extra "D" in his name.

Thus came the creation of the most clever quip these teenagers had against him: Calvin Weird-Fields.

It was silly, he knew it and his cheeks grew red every time he thought about it. But it only ever reminded him of growing up being the prodigal genius. Most people thought he was brilliant. That presented a certain set of issues, all laced with a paradoxical sense of narcissism and self loathing. But the people that insisted he'd peaked during his teenage years? That opened up a brand new avenue of anxieties, ones that made him feel sick to his stomach every time he thought of them.

He really was nothing special. Just a kid who got lucky once. And he'd never amount else aside from that. Those bratty teenagers would probably do more than he ever had managed to do in his few decades of life.

Feeling your hands set on his shoulders once more, you bring him back into the moment. "Calvin. It's late. We can worry about this tomorrow. We're both kind of drunk and I'm sure we're both really tired. So why don't we go back inside and try to get some sleep?"

Eyes glazed over, he stares back at you blankly through his tortoiseshell glasses.

You continue, bringing your hands down to his and hold them tightly in yours, hoping he can feel your sincerity in the touch. "Honey," Right as you start, you remember his words from earlier. "Just because things didn't go exactly to plan, it doesn't mean everything is fucked. We're going to be just fine. We'll figure it out in the morning."

"We?"

Your head tilts bittersweetly, affected entirely by his tenderness and all too aware that he's still too used to going at things alone. You can't imagine what it's like being stuck in his head sometimes; caught between a self aggrandizing front and an inner voice that is probably far more critical of himself than even the harshest reviewer.

"Yes. We." you answer finally. "Now can we go inside? I'm getting really fucking cold. Maybe you can warm me up." With the chunky sweater you're wearing, it's obviously a complete lie. But you don't think Calvin notices or cares.

The anger starts to melt away and he squeezes your hands in his before bringing them to his lips and giving them a chaste kiss. You see his gloomy green eyes are misty with the beginnings of a few tears that he quickly wipes away with the sleeve of his own sweater.

"That sounds nice." he concludes quietly, letting you lead him back inside his apartment.

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #calvin weir fields x you #calvin weir fields x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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sagexsenorita · 2 years

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klitz x dom gn reader( afab) where its like klitz thinks hes gonna top and reader turns the tables and ends up topping klitz. Tieing him down and riding him👁👁

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Klitz x Reader // Klitz x gn!reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, bdsm, tying someone down, masturbation, handjob, fluff

Word Count: 3k

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Eli and Matt had been over at Klitz house for the past hour, arguing over what he should wear for the upcoming movie date. Klitz was sitting on the bed, daydreaming of your gorgeous body and perfect ass, he had seen you naked once before and he intended on doing it again tonight. He was going to make sure you always remembered this night.

What makes you think he’s gonna get laid if you put him in a striped shirt!

But then again, he never had a lot of luck.

As he tried on every one of the stupid outfits his friends shoved at him he started to worry that his idea how this was going to go wasn’t exat;y right. I mean he’d seen porn before, usually the girl just lays on her back, moans really loud for like half an hour and then you’re done. He knew what to do and he wasn’t completely worthless in the dick department. It’s just that you were so… you. Everytime Klitz was around you it's like he wasn’t in control of himself. He said the stupidest things, acted like a moron, and constantly tripped over his own feet. Your looks were one thing, he had to stop himself from staring at you for too long, but what really made him weak was your demeanor. Whenever you teased him, made him blush, or even got close to him Klitz felt like he was going to faint.

But tonight he wasn’t going to do that. Tonight he was going to show you how good he could make you feel. You did have a more serious sense of self but most people just layed back and let the guy do the work, he figured if things went right you would somewhat enjoy what went on. Maybe over time it won’t be so awkward. Klitz realized he was getting ahead of himself and checked the clock.

Ok guys time for you to leave

We haven't found your outfit yet?

You’re never going to find my outfit might as well give up now

Matt was eager to get going, he had the guarantee of sex tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. Eli on the other hand had never passed up the opportunity to talk about sex.

We should spray some cologne on your dick

Eli, she's gonna be here soon. Please leave my house

Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're still a virgin 2 hours from now

Klitz rolled his eyes, he knew Eli was right but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

As Eli made his way out the house Klitz put his outfit together; jeans, a brown sweater, and yeah that's it. Putting an outfit together isn’t hard his friends are just stupid. Once he was finished folding and putting back all the clothes Eli yanked from his cabinets, he heard the doorbell ring.

As always he felt his stomach flutter and his heart sink, it's not that he wasn’t happy you were here. He just knew there was a chance he was about to enormously mess things up. When you said yes to this date he thought you were messing with him, that you must've thought he was messing with you. But you’re here now and everything has to go perfectly because you are everything he could ever want.

As soon as Klitz opened the door he was greeted with your bright smile, some of his nervousness wentz away but it came right back as soon as he saw what you were wearing. Your shortest shorts and his sweatshirt, his college sweatshirt that he left at your place a bit ago. You said you’d give it back, but this is much better.

Wow (Y/N) you look amazing

You smiled back at him, your smile got a little small out of shyness but you quickly snapped back to your regular self

Can I come in?

Oh yeah of course, my room is this way

Klitz led you up to his room, you could tell he was nervous, it was really cute actually. When you both finally got settled on his bed the tension in the room was high. He had only left the closet light on, he was planning to turn the tv on but you were talking about your day and Klitz just couldn’t stop losing focus. He was staring at your lips for a while before he realized you had noticed a while ago. Now you were both quiet, he was nervous but you weren’t, this is what you had wanted for so long.

As you thought of something to say you lifted your hand from your lap and placed it on his thigh.

Has someone ever touched you like this before?

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, he couldn’t begin to imagine where this was going. His mind was blank and his voice was gone.

Your hand rested on his leg, your thumb slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Klitz quietly gasps, his glasses fall down his nose.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes

Klitz barely recognized his own voice, he was quick with his response, he said it without having to think. You could tell. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and under his legs, he shivered as your touch traveled from his thigh to his clothed cock, lightly touching, just enough to drive him insane.

Please (Y/N) I need to touch you

You smirked to yourself before you started to plant wet, warm kisses on his neck before you seductively whispered in his ear

Well, baby, that’s not going to happen

Klitz was fighting to keep his moans to himself but he was quickly losing that battle.

Why can’t I touch you?

As you pulled yourself away from him and sat on your knees on the bed you contemplated your next move. He looked so perfect, his hair was already a mess, at some point he unbuttoned his pants. He looks so desperate for anything, he wasn’t expecting this but it was all he wanted now. He was still sitting against the headboard, his eyes haven't left you once, he’d never felt so needy in his life. You were going to give him what you knew he wanted, what you’ve wanted for a while.

Because I make the rules, do you understand that?

Your stare felt like it was piercing his skin, your hand that was resting on his leg squeezed him tighter and he nearly felt his soul leave his body

Yes

Klitz croaked out his answer, his heart beat grew quicker in his chest and his legs were trembling in your grasp.

Are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?

Yes

All the lights in his room were off except the closet one, it was behind you, so all he could see was your silhouette. He didn’t know if it was scaring him or turning him on, he could feel your eyes taking all of him in. Klitz almost wanted to cover his face, your attention, your touch, and your power over him was too much. But before he could finish his thought both of your hands were gripping the backs of his knees pulling him closer to you. His back left the headboard and met the soft mattress, he was looking up at the ceiling by the time he realized what happened. His shirt had ridden up his stomach a bit in the shuffle, his happy trail made a small appearance which nearly made you lose all self control. In the moment all you could think about was how perfect he looked sprawled out in front of you. His eyes were wide and expressive, begging you to fuck him without even saying anything.

Fuck baby you look so perfect like this, I can’t wait to make you feel good

Just as you were starting to get lost in the beauty of his submissiveness you felt his touch against your thigh. It was light and cautious, he knew this would rile you up, that’s everything he wanted, or so he thought.

You quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, your eyes found his and Klitz immediately felt his stomach sink. He should’ve just been patient. His cock throbbed as he anticipated your next move.

I was really hoping you’d be good for me baby. I was gonna give you everything you wanted

Klitz looked devastated, you mimicked his pout before turning your stare cold again.

Stay here, don’t move

You finally let go of his hand, it was red and sore but not as much as his cock was. Klitz was panting like he had just finished a mile, the tent in his pants was growing bigger by the minute. He had barely enough energy to look up and see you walking back towards the bed with his silk ties in your hand.

Wh-what are you doing?

I’m making sure you follow the rules from now on, you’re obviously too stupid when you’re this horny to listen to me.

You took notice of how much bigger his bulge had gotten since he saw the ties. He was speechless as you took the end of the tie and started tying it around the pole of the headboard.

Y/N i’m sorry for not listening to you i promise I won’t touch you until you say

The look in your eyes and the smirk on your lips made him nervous.

Baby you’re not gonna touch me at all, now take your clothes off

You watched intensely as Klitz shyly took off his sweater and kicked his pants away from his legs, with the light of the closet far away from both of you it was hard to see exactly what his face looked like but even now you could tell he was blushing fiercely under your gaze.

He gave you his left hand slowly, he really should’ve been patient.

Small quiet whimpers left his lips as you made your way around the bed, tying his next arm to the headboard was easier. Klitz gave his hand to you without hesitation, he was desperate and it showed.

You thought about tying down his feet as well but it was his first time so you decided against it. For so long you had been observing Klitz, noticing how much he blushed you when you touched or teased him. Your compliments made him melt and you noticed every time. You had fantasized about this for so long. If he didn’t notice your advances you would’ve quickly been discouraged but Klitz was more than happy to have your hands on him.

Once he was fully tied to the bed you finally turned your stare to his face, air puffed from his nose, he was anxious to get started and your attention on him was enough to get a reaction. He kept his big hands in fists that were squeezing nothing but air and his sweaty palms. Klitz felt frustrated, embarrassed, and euphoric all at once. He wanted your hands on him but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to speed up the process, and he really thought that he was going to take control? How was it that you knew more about him than he did? You had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

Your soft gentle touch met his face as you leaned down closer to him. You brushed hair from his eyes, his forehead was perspiring and his glasses started to get fogged up from his heavy breaths. His breathing started to slow and his eyes met yours.

(Y/N) please touch me, I need you right now, please. I’ll be good I promise just please please fuck me.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans by the time he finished his humiliating begging session, the embarrassment of his words was not leaving his mind.

The smile on your face was promising at least.

You’ll get what you want baby, but you better keep that promise.

He quickly nodded his head.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs before pulling down his jeans and boxers. Immediately his cock sprung up with precum leaking all over himself.

Fuck Klitz where have you been hiding this?

Klitz starts to stutter out an incoherent answer. You playfully rolled your eyes and suddenly took his cock into your warm grasp. His small whines and gasps filled the room, he tugged but the ties but they didn’t break as easily as he thought they would. You slowly stroked his cock from the base to the tip, you gathered saliva on your tongue and spit right on his head. Klitz moaned out loud and his hips twitched, your thumb swiped over his head spreading the spit all over cock. You started to stroke just a bit faster, you were planning on teasing him until he was almost crying but he looked so fucking amazing like this, his stomach was heaving up and down as you squeezed his thick cock tighter in your grasp. He could swear he was seeing stars up until your hand left his cock. Now your tits were in his line of view and the cold air of the room made him wince.

Holy fuck (Y/N) that was so amazing

His cock was harder than ever now, precum and spit covered his entire length and it was throbbing so painfully Klitz wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

Klitz glanced up to see you sitting back on your heels, making a mess of yourself with your own wetness. His cock oozed more cum at the sight of you touching yourself in front of him, once again he tugged at the silk without realizing he was still tied down. He flopped back down onto the mattress in frustration, which quickly turned to desperation.

(Y/N) please please-

Please what?

Klitz looked up to you with his big eyes, he didn’t want to say but he knew he had to

Please ride me

You leaned down and captured his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands cradled his head and face gently.

Only because you asked nicely, baby

Your hands left his hair and moved to his cock and torso, you positioned your lower half over him, he could only look up at you in awe as you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock. You both moaned loudly, the stretch of his cock stung but the heat that filled your stomach was so good, the tightness of you was nearly driving Klitz over the edge.

Fuck baby you feel so good inside me, do you like this baby?

Yes! Yes I do please ride me I need to feel you

You quickly obliged, pushing your hips forwards and backwards first at a slow pace. Klitz was in heaven, watching your body grind against his over and over again. He felt like he could feel into every depth of your body. His hips went up into yours instinctively, every time he felt as if he was going to completely melt into you. He was trying so hard to hold back all of his noises but he couldn’t.

You’re making me feel so good (Y/N)

You feel fucking amazing baby keep doing that you’re such a good boy for me

As Klitz’ hips continued to jerk upwards his moans got louder and louder, soon enough the neghbors would hear the both of you.

Do I need to put a tie around that pretty little mouth too?

Klitz turned his head into the pillow, his face was burning as was his stomach. He was struggling to hold back his load, the condom you had rolled onto his cock earlier was not doing anything to dull the mind numbing sensation of your tightness squeezing his cock so hard. This feeling was never going to be topped, Klitz knew, he just knew. As every second past Klitz was growing inside you, his tip was an angry red that kept rutting into you with hesitation, your whines that you couldn’t stop from leaving you were filling the room, your hands on his chest, teasing his nipples had him moaning even louder than before

Please (Y/N) i need to cum I can’t hold it in I need to cum inside you

Fuck that’s it baby you feel so good, cum for me baby cum in me youre so good for me

It wasn’t the delicious feeling of Klitz pounding into you that made you cum, it was watching him cum inside you that pushed you over the edge. His face scrunched up and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He couldn’t stop grinding into you for his life, his breathy moans filled your ears and his cum warmed you from the inside.

When Klitz finally opened his eyes all he could see and focus on was you, keeping his new soft cock warm inside you as you run your fingers up and down his chest. You didn’t want to separate from him just yet but if you didn’t do it soon you knew you never would.

Klitzy, baby, I’m gonna move now okay?

okay

How do you feel?

His big blue eyes met yours and that amazing smile that you love so much finally made an appearance

I feel great

You smiled back at him, your heart felt warm. You moved off the bed and started untying the knots, Klitz was happy to get his hands back, with them he immediately made a move for your tits

Do I need to punish you again?

Klitz could tell you were joking, still trying to hold out on him even though he knows he deserves at least a few gropes.

I thought we were past all that

At least let me get some panties on before you start grabbing at me

Just make sure you do it in my view

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning around and giving him a full view of your ass, you strutted into the closet lookng to find a shirt to wear. Your hear was pounding and you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be the death of you.

I hope y’all like this! Thank u anon for the great ask, I hope I did it justice! Happy May the 4th!

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pictureinme · 5 months

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kinktober day xxi. FREE USE – calvin weir-fields

word count: ~900 tags: unsafe sex, lots o' begging, typical possessive calvin behavior, nylon stockings >;) masterlist | ao3

You hum a nondescript tune as you dust the bookshelves for what seems like the twentieth time this month– how could dust and muck accumulate so fast? As you reach for a particularly high shelf, you feel a hand sneak its way between your thighs, causing you to gasp.

There was no need for you to turn around, you knew it was your boyfriend Calvin’s hand that was quickly making its way to rub at your clothed entrance. He had a tendency to take what he wanted when he wanted it, and you didn’t exactly object to such a tantalizing quirk of his.

He seemed to revel in the feeling of your nylon stockings and your lack of panties– why even wear them when he was so keen on doing things like this day in and day out?

“It seems pretty dusty up there, doesn’t it?” Calvin hums as he circles your clit through the thin fabric, acting as if nothing was amiss. “You’re such a good girlfriend, cleaning this up for me.”

You shudder as he speeds up his movements, trying your best not to moan. He presses himself against your back, and you feel his hardness– breaking that tentative hold you had on your noises. His fingers move with a newfound urgency, matching the rhythm of your breaths as they grow heavier and more desperate.

“That’s it,” Calvin whispers into your ear, his voice low and dripping with desire. “Just let me take care of everything for you.”

He bends you over slightly, your hands grasping at the shelving as his fingers move away from where you need him most. Before you can turn around, Calvin’s touch comes back tenfold as he quickly rips open your delicate stockings. You gasp quietly as he does so, the act so perverted in nature– but not unwelcome in the slightest. You also knew better than to question what he was doing.

“Look at that,” Calvin traces your folds with a single finger, collecting your arousal, “Always so wet for me– you’re perfect. Bet you were thinking of me taking you like this the whole time, right? Just couldn’t wait for me to be done writing…”

He spreads you open further with a grab at your ass, and you can’t help but arch your back in response, “Please, Cal–!”

It turned him on like nothing else to see you as desperate as he was for this, “Beg for it.”

“Please, I need you so badly,” you whisper, embarrassed at your growing want.

Calvin hums as he starts to unzip his slacks, “You can do better than that, baby, come on.”

“Need you to make me yours, use me, just… anything. Please.”

“That’s more like it,” he chuckles softly at your words as his tip teases at your entrance. “Not so hard, was it? We both know how badly you need this.”

He enters you slowly, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him. You whine as he settles all the way inside of you, gripping the shelf like it was your only tether.

“Such a good girl, letting me use you like this, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly for emphasis, “All mine, right?”

“Yes, yes!”

Calvin begins to move quickly, setting the pace as a brutal one. His mouth hangs open in a perpetual moan as he feels every part of you, “Mine, mine…”

Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to form any coherent thoughts.

"You like that, don't you?" He asks between heavy breaths, his voice hoarse with desire. “Like it when I fuck you like a slut– whenever I want, however I want?”

Nodding, trying to think straight, you gasp out, “Love it so much, please, Cal…”

“Please what?” Calvin pulls you back towards him by your hair, the grip making you see stars. “Use your words.”

“Please use me, please, fuck!” You were practically drunk with lust at this point, and so was he.

“That’s right, beg for it,” he lets go of your hair to fuck you harder, moving your hips back onto his length like you were a toy. “Such a perfect girl, God…”

You moan at his praise as he uses you as you begged for, the angle at which he was fucking you allowed you to feel every inch of pleasure he was giving you perfectly. You reach down to rub at your now exposed clit, which he, thankfully, took no issue with you doing.

“Yes, keep touching yourself like that, baby,” Calvin whimpers. “Gonna fill you up, make you all mine–!”

His thrusts speed up before stilling almost entirely as he releases inside of you– a feeling you would never tire of. Just as quickly as he stopped, he started up again with a hot whisper against your ear, “Come for me, come all over my dick, (Y/N)– you need it so bad, don’t you?”

Calvin moves his fingers down to replace yours, his rhythm relentless as he continued to fuck you throughout it. You shake as your own release finally comes, accompanied by a whine that’s like music to his ears.

“Such a good fucking girlfriend, Jesus…”

#calvin weir fields x reader #paul dano x reader #calvin weir fields smut #paul dano smut #kinktober 2023

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theehoneeybee · 3 months

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Late Night Sugar Fix

pairing: Edward Naston/gn!reader word count: 1.3k warnings: swearing, brief mentions of murder, implied stalking, usual Gotham things

synopsis: the night shift at the diner was always quiet, few people willing to venture out into Gotham at night, except for one regular who came in on an almost nightly basis.

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a/n: i'm back in my paul dano era. I used to write for him back on an old blog of mine and it's nice to do it again :)

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Another slow night. The drops of rain trailing down the window carried the colours of the glowing city lights with them. The small, old TV perched in the corner re-aired news segments from earlier in the week. The sounds barely reached your ears and the subtitles lagged behind the speech.

The diner had become quieter over the past couple of weeks. With two vigilantes using the city as an oversized playground, and crime at an all time high, people weren't too keen to leave the house. Especially at night.

There was a few regulars who still came in, fellow night shift workers coming in for a much needed cup of coffee after a long day. The familiar chiming of the bell pulled your head away from the TV, turning around in your chair to greet the stranger.

His back was turned to you, his green jacket decorated with dark spots from raindrops. He set his umbrella gently down by the door and shuffled over the the bench, taking a seat on the cracked black leather stools.

"Evening," you greeted him. "What can I get started for you?"

The man barely makes eye contact with you. "A cup of coffee please, and, um, do you have any pumpkin pie?"

The clear frames of his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, little droplets of water clinging onto the lenses. His soft brown hair stuck to his forehead. The umbrella must not have done its job. You gave him a nod and went out the back to prepare his order.

Once you came back, the man had cleaned off his glasses and his attention was now focused on the TV screen. You placed down the food, matching his gaze to look up at the screen.

It was a repeat of a news story from earlier in the day. 'The Riddler terrorises Gotham' the subtitles read, the face of the news reporter was replaced with one of the Riddler's infamous livestreams. The reported called him all sorts of names, 'murderer', 'villain', 'terrorist'. You couldn't help the small scoff that left your lips. This caught the strangers attention, half turning his head to look at you through the corner of his eye.

"Look, I don't agree with the killing," you quickly tried to justify yourself, hoping you hadn't offended him. "But at least he's doing something. I know too many people who have suffered because the cops don't do shit."

An emotion you couldn't quite place flashed on his eyes, leaving just as quickly as it appeared. He nodded, looking back at the TV. "Someone had to do something."

You spend the rest of the evening aimlessly scribbling in your notepad, occasionally turning to the TV for some lacklustre entertainment. The man left, giving you a small nod on his way out. As you cleaned up the plates, wiping down the counter, you glanced at the door.

He left his umbrella.

You leant against the counter, idly flicking between the pages of a newspaper that a customer had left behind.

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears," you read the riddle printed on the thin pages aloud, "I have no body, but come alive with the wind. What am I?"

"An echo." The answer made you jump, no longer alone in the diner. "The riddle," the man gestures to the newspaper in your hands, "It's an echo."

The same man from yesterday with the clear frames and mousey brown hair was back. You never even heard the door bell ring. Same routine as last night, he sits down and orders a slice of pumpkin pie and coffee. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he ate, filling in the puzzles from a newspaper of his own.

Strange, you settled on, was the best way to describe him. He kept his head down, occasionally shifting awkwardly in his seat and adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit. Strange, yes, but he also was also endearing. Or maybe you just pitied him, the same way a sad puppy is both adorable and heart breaking.

The man was about to leave, folding the newspaper into a neat little rectangle and tucking it into his jacket. Before he had a chance to go, you dashed into the back of the diner to reunite him with his forgotten umbrella.

"Wait!" you called out to him, "you forgot your umbrella yesterday."

"Oh," he says quietly. "Thank you." He took the umbrella from your hands.

"I never got your name, by the way. I know all my regulars by their names," you explained.

He stares at you, eyes obscured by the reflection of light on his lenses, expression unreadable. "Edward," he finally introduces himself.

It was around the time that Edward began to frequent the diner that you began to notice strange occurrences.

When you would walk back to your apartment, the sun barely peaking over the tall city buildings, it felt like you were being followed. You could feel a pair of eyes searing into the back of your head. A wave of relief would wash over you once you finally stepped into your apartment.

On one of the few nights off you had, you were laying on the couch when a card was slipped under your front door. Getting up from your comfortable spot, you half-opened the door and peered down the hallway. Empty. It was a small greeting card with a cartoon owl of the front with the text 'owl always love you' written in cursive.

'I have keys but no locks. You can enter, but you can’t go outside. I have space but no room. What am I?' was scribbled messily on the inside of the card.

You didn't sleep that night.

You and Edward had developed an unspoken friendship. Each night you found yourself looking for forward to his visit. While you didn't talk very much, there was a mutual enjoyment of each others company. He would help you solve the puzzles in forgotten newspapers. Edward was very intelligent, always quick to answer. While he liked crosswords and dabbled in sudoku, you learnt riddles were his favourite.

"Are you any good with computers?"

Edward looked up from his puzzle, "I'm okay. Why?"

"Well I've been having this issue with my laptop," you explained. Whenever you tried to use it, it would work for about a minute before the screen blanked. Only a small question mark could be seen, flickering in the top right of the screen. You didn't want to waste your money bringing it to a repair shop or buying a new one, so your best bet was asking Edward. "It's probably a virus from one of those shitty free streaming sites."

"I can come take a look at it."

You scribbled your phone number down on a scrap piece of paper. "Thank you so much."

You had texted back and forth with Edward to arrange a time for him to come to your apartment to look at the laptop. Was it the smartest move to invite an almost-stranger into your apartment? No, but Edward seemed trustworthy enough.

'I'll be there soon :)' his message read.

Soon, there was a knock on your door and you were letting Edward into your apartment. He took a seat at your desk as you booted up your laptop.

"It'll be fine for a few minutes and then-" the screen went black. "Bam!"

Edward adjusted his glasses, bringing the laptop closer. "Yeah, I see what you mean." You watched anxiously as he fiddled around with it to little success.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to fix it here," Edward explained. "However, if I hook it up to my computer at home I should be able to get the virus off it."

"So it can be fixed? I don't need to buy a new laptop?" Edward shook his head no. "Oh, thank you! You don't mind doing it do you?"

"It's okay. I'll give it back to you at work tomorrow."

You thanked Edward profusely as he left your apartment, laptop in hand. When you sat down on the couch, fear punched you in the stomach. The blood drained from your face when your realised that,

You never gave Edward your address.

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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I should proooooooobably make a fic masterlist haha

Edward Nashton:

The Hand That Feeds

The Bad Touch (SMUT)

Love Note

Bloodbath & Beyond (SMUT)

Drunk Walk Home

Pink in the Night (SMUT)

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Headcanons (SMUT)

Headcanons 2 (SMUT)

Cock on cock fic (SMUT)

Eddie, Burt, and Calvin headcanons (SMUT)

Soft Fuzzy Man (implied smut)

Touch Me

You're So Creepy (SMUT)

Under the Table (SMUT)

Calvin Weir-Fields

Bitchboy (SMUT)

Headcanons (SMUT)

Manipulate, Mansplain, Malewife (SMUT)

Fuck Buddies (SMUT)

Burt Fabelman

Real Men

Kissing in Cars (SMUT)

HOT DILFS IN YOUR AREA

Does Your Mother Know

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (SMUT)

Joby Taylor

Get This (SMUT)

Timothy Klitz

The Birds and the Bees (SMUT but only in part 2)

NSFW Alphebet (SMUT)

Brat (SMUT)

Louis Ives

Pretty

Eli Sunday

Confessional (SMUT)

NSFW Alphabet (SMUT)

#danonation #danocel #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #burt fabelman #burt fabelman x reader #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader

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danoberry · 1 year

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★ i’m so sick (joby taylor x reader) SMUT 18+

description: joby finds your vibrator and has you put on a show.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, hella overstim, slight masochism, dumbification, squirting, cum play, voyeurism, degradation, just overall filthy

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.5k

afab genitalia

AN:

woah two posts in like three days? i’m on a roll! wrote this one on a whim because i got a good idea, and stayed up all night working! enjoy!!!

You’re tired— so fucking tired as you lie on Joby’s bed. You’ve had a long day at work, and he knows this. It’s only 5pm, but as the blinds cast a shadow over your body, the lamp outside of the apartment illuminates your body in stripes of shadow and light. Joby stands over the sink, washing his face with hot water, groaning from the warmth of the water while he holds his hands to his face. He found something of yours before you got home. He’s stalling to tell you… it’s for your own good.

Joby slyly walks out of the bathroom, but you can’t see him yet, with your face buried in a pillow that smells like body odor and cigarettes. He opens his drawer nonchalantly.

“Baby?” He calls out.

“Hm?” You groan.

“I found something of yours today.”

“Oh you did? What was it?” Your voice is muffled.

“Turn around and I’ll show you.”

“But baby,” you whine, “I’m tired!”

Suddenly, you hear a buzz humming from the other side of the room. Surely he isn’t shaving. You turn over and Joby stands there, mockingly in awe of what he has in his hands. He’s looking it up and down. He’s touching the top and watching his fingertip shake. He found your vibrator.

Your eyes widen and you sit up.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Your nightstand.”

You scoff nervously. “What were you doing in my nightstand?”

“I was looking for some chapstick… but I found this pretty thing instead! When do you have time to use this?” He continues to run his fingertips against the top of the pink, vibrating toy.

“Joby I— I use it when you’re away. Turn it off, it’s gonna go dead. Just put it up and forget about it.”

“Forget about it?” He asks. “You want me to forget about it? You’re so desperate you can’t even wait for me to fuck you? You have to use this cheap shit?”

“Joby seriously it’s not that big of a deal—“

He throws the vibrating toy onto the bed next to you and it vibrates against your thigh. You pick it up to turn it off, but Joby doesn’t approve.

“Uh-uh, babydoll,” he tuts.

“What?” You scoff, impatience bubbling as he gets cockier. Joby pulls a chair from the table and flips it around, straddling it. He leans his forearms on the top of the back of the chair and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Well, if you want to be a whore and use a cheap piece of plastic to fuck yourself, you can go ahead and show me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me—“

“Nope. I wanna see how you fuck yourself when I’m not here.”

You hesitate with your mouth agape, he raises his eyebrows, smirking patronizingly.

“Show me baby.”

Your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he speaks to you in such a degrading way. You’re quite angry with him, sure, but fuck is he turning you on. You argue one last time for full effect, “Joby come on, this is so stupid!”

He stares at you like you’re ignorant, not muttering a word. You huff a whine and grab the vibrator, dragging it along your clothed thighs, trailing to your cunt that was already clenching around nothing.

You leave it at its lowest setting, pressing it gently on your clothed clit. You mewl at the feeling and grab one of your tits from under your shirt, squeezing it. You pull the vibrator away from your clit and use your hands to take off your shirt, and then your bra, your pants, and soon, you’re sat with nothing on but a thong. You fail to see Joby’s reactions. He licks his lips and palms at his growing erection while he’s watching you strip for him across the room.

You grab the vibrator again and hum when you press it back to your clit, grinding yourself onto the toy and whining quietly.

“Oh- fuck Joby,” you whisper. He watches silently, entertained and aroused by the way your body moves against your toy. The way your back arches when you press just a little too hard, the way you shake your core around the vibrator when it isn’t giving you enough. He’s fascinated. He’s fucked you plenty of times and he’s seen you like this, under him before, but something about watching you from afar— really studying you, it’s making him weak.

You turn up the setting on the vibrator, whining more and more as slick falls down your weeping hole, getting on the mattress. You press harder on your clit and moan out, gasping. A knot forms in your stomach, and you press harder on your bud, letting your orgasm crash over you, and quickly setting the toy aside to catch your breath.

Joby watches as you do this and wants to come over and put it right back on your clit himself, to send you into overstimulation by his doing, but he doesn’t give into his fantasy so quickly. Firstly, he stands up and walks over to you and sits next to your tired body that’s panting, staring up at the ceiling. Joby kisses your forehead, but he feels anything but remorse for what he’ll order you to do.

“Did I tell you you could stop?” He asks you, like you’re a baby.

“Oh, Joby!” you whine loudly.

“I didn’t, did I?”

“No…”

“Correct!” he taunts. “Come here.”

You sit up and crawl in between his legs, laying against his chest. He grabs the vibrator and turns it onto the highest setting, not hesitating to hold it against your clit. The feeling shocks you immediately and you whine out against his shoulder.

“Ah- I- Oh, Joby! It’s too much! It’s s’much Joby!”

“If you want to act like a helpless little bitch I’m gonna treat you like one.”

You moan while you shuffle your feet and move against his stomach, feeling the erection straining at his pants. You’re barely distracted though, because you’re so overwhelmed by the high pressure he’s emitting against your sensitive bud. You breathe against him— engulfed by body odor and cigarette smoke. You feel your second orgasm impending fast.

“Please, I- I’m- Hmngg- Please!”

You flail against the toy and cry out against his shoulder as your orgasm crashes, to what feels like all over your body. Your legs shake while you yelp, losing feeling in your core for a brief moment. He keeps the vibrator pressed against your cunt, sobbing with cum and clenching hard on nothing.

“Joby it’s too much! Too much! I- ah- hmphh!” You scream against his chest and tears start to form in your eyes, the vibrator constantly hurts your core and stings at your clit. You weep against his body. His dick is rock hard, straining against his pants, and you can feel it while you rub and whine and cry and squirm against him. He simply kisses your head.

“You can handle it.”

The pain settles in fast as another knot snaps in your stomach, and all you can feel is hot. He presses down and lets up repetitively, drilling the vibrator onto your bud. You flail around while you shuffle your feet. Drool pools in your mouth as you scream and moan with your mouth agape. You dig your head against his side, and slobber drips out of your mouth, staining on his white tank top. His dick twitches again and you can hear a groan escape his mouth, quiet yet pronounced.

The pain subsides and turns into pleasure again. You’re melted into an incoherent, babbling mess.

“Job- ah, uh, ff- hmngg, Jo- ah- by!” You’re screaming against him. You can barely breathe. You love it.

“Such a pathetic whore,” He growls into your ear, grinding his erection against your back. “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by this cheap shit? Do I need to stop fucking you so you can use your toy more often? ‘Ah- ah, oh Joby!’— you’re hilarious!”

“‘Need you— you— ah!— in me,” you whine all over him.

He takes the vibrator off of your cunt abruptly and turns it off.

“Do you need my cock,” he asks, “or do you need this?” he waves the toy in front of your face, and presses it to your lip. He throws it next to you. You look up at him against his chest as he stares down at you. Your eyes flutter.

“Both— please,” you’re starting to cry from the lack of contact.

Joby wouldn’t admit this to you, but watching you cry in his lap made him feel a bit remorseful for being such an asshole to you. He doesn’t relent, though, he simply pets your hair and growls again, “Flip over, you dumb bitch.”

You try to move, mewling as you pick your arms up and attempt to face him. You just can’t.

“Aww, is my pretty baby too sore to move?” He taunts.

You nod your head and sniffle. Joby sits up and lays you down in front of him, your pussy inches away from his crotch. He swipes his fingers between your drenched folds, bringing his hands to lips, licking off your slick. He unbuckles his belt and throws it to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping his tight jeans. He pulls down his boxers and his cock springs out immediately. Precum leaks from his bright pink tip, begging to be inside you. He swipes his fingers over your slit again and rubs his cock against your thigh, shoving his slick covered fingers in your mouth, gagging you for a moment. You moan, and he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“Joby please!” You beg, coughing— spitting.

“God I don’t know how you aren’t embarrassed at yourself. Drooling for my cock. You want my cock?” He mocks your whining, “Huh, yeah?”

“Please,” you beg in a broken sob.

Joby scoffs and laughs at you, bringing his cock away from your thigh and rubbing it against your soaked folds. You moan when his cock touches your swollen clit, and yelp when he finally shoves himself in you, giving you no time to adjust. He takes your legs and wraps them around his hips, fucking into you fast.

He leans over your body, grabbing one of your tits and flipping at your nipple. You’re weak— voice getting sore from screaming and moaning. He fucks in and out of you relentlessly, grunting when your walls spasm around him.

All that he can give you isn’t enough, as much as you try and convince yourself it is. With all of the prior simulation compared to him fucking you, it’s not enough, even if his cock is hitting all of the right places. You look up at him, and he’s squeezing his eyes at the ceiling, swallowing hard as you see his Adam's apple disappear and appear quickly.

You grab the vibrator from your side and quickly flip it onto the highest setting, applying it to your clit and crying out from the double stimulation. Joby snaps his head down when he feels the vibrator hum around you.

“Can’t get enough huh? Fucking slut.”

He leans over you and takes control of the vibrator while he ruts into you at a brutal pace. He uses his thumb against the tip to press down onto you. You’re squirming against him with tears rolling down your face in bliss. Spit is pooling to the side of your face, thrashing back and fourth.

His cock curls deliciously, kissing your cervix when he fucks into you. You’re whining and moaning his name when you look into his eyes and begin to squirt clear liquid onto the lower part of his shirt. He holds the toy against your clit, and it doesn’t stop streaming. You’re moaning with euphoria, and you cum almost immediately around his cock, squirting all over the front of his shirt.

He’s fucking into you harder and riding out your high while you clamp down on him, and the tightness is enough to make him cum as well, but he quickly pulls out and lets the white droplets bead all over your stomach, leaning over and kissing your tits.

Your squirting ends and Joby finally takes the vibrator off of your cunt and turns it off. He’s drenched in your fluid, towering over your body and groaning as he smears his cum all over your stomach with his hand, and grabbing your tits with the stickiness making noises as he takes his hands off of you.

Joby lays down next to you, and you’re moaning out quiet sobs as you’re still coming down from your high.

“Are you okay baby?” He asks with sincerity, the juxtaposition of how he’s acting almost enough to alarm you.

Your eyes flutter, you nod your head slowly. “Legs… hurt s’bad,” you mutter.

“They’re hurting you, princess? Do I need to kiss them better?”

“Mhmm…”

He sits toward your thighs and licks them, tasting your juices and pecking at them. You’re so tired from the countless orgasms you just endured. Your eyes are closing with tiredness. Joby takes his head from your thighs and massages them when he lays back next to you.

“You got me soaked, baby.”

“I know…” You acknowledge quietly.

“Do you need to sleep?”

“Mhm…”

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up when you wake up.”

“Thank you Job.”

“Of course, my cockdrunk babydoll.” He chuckles at the name he gives you. You kiss Joby on the cheek and fall asleep with your hand on the back of his neck.

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abrcmswrld · 1 year

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Can you give us some Calvin, and celebrity ( actor/model/singer, you can pick ) reader head-cannons ♡ ♡

Calvin Weir-Fields x Actor!Reader

Authors Note: My first request! Ah!! Thank you anon, I hope this isn’t too short. I think I’d like to keep this dynamic in mind for a possible longer fic in the future but for now enjoy some headcanons!

Warnings: Literally like one suggestive sentence, the rest is pretty fluffy with some typical Calvin jealousy

It takes Calvin a bit to adjust to dating an actor. I mean, you’re talented, he knows this. You’re actually made for this job, and he can’t help but notice how happy you look doing so. But he can’t seem to fight off that tingling in his stomach that comes with watching you interact with your male coworkers.

It’s a bad habit that’s carried on through past relationships and yet he thinks to himself ‘you have to give him credit for trying!’ He’s been a good boy. Hasn’t brought up how much he hates the way that your male coworker brushes your arm in that one scene.

It’s why he loves attending those red carpet events with you. Sure, it’s not an event to celebrate him, but it makes him feel just as good to have you dressed up and holding the bend of his elbow. It makes him feel such pride having the cameras capturing your beauty next to him. Ah yes that’s his partner. You come home to him at the end of the day and nobody else.

It fuels his fantasies in the bedroom. He waits till he has you totally bare and pressed close to him to growl out a quick “You’re mine.” You don’t mind, because yes, you’re all his. You knew he was a jealous person from the start, but you can tell he holds it in. It’s something you can appreciate. Of course it hasn’t always been that way.

You had brought Calvin to a special premiere of the latest movie you had worked on. It’s not a romance film by any means but there is a bit of love interest drama that involved a quick kiss scene between your character and your costar’s character. You hadn’t told Calvin about the kiss during the filming, because well, how do you even bring that sort of thing up. Would he even want to know? Maybe that one was on you.

The car ride home was quiet. You dread the worst, hell maybe he just didn’t enjoy the movie. As soon as you’re parked outside your shared apartment, you sigh. “Did you not enjoy the movie?” He only stares at you for a second. You cannot meet his eyes. “It was a fine movie. I just wish-“ He stops himself, giving himself a second to find the words he needs to use. “Why didn’t you tell me about the kiss?”

You’re picking at your cuticles and looking down. “I guess I just didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s just part of the job. When you’ve done it for long enough you learn to tune those things out.” You finally meet his eyes. “I’m your boyfriend. Don’t you think I deserve to know when you’re kissing other men at work?”

You’re stunned by his words as they hold a slight edge to them that is crossing the line. “Calvin, it’s my job. I’m sorry for not telling you and if it’ll make you feel better I will take that into consideration for the future, but you can’t be disrespectful.” You can see his eyes soften. It takes him a moment to respond, seemingly wrestling with an internal compass. He settles on a quiet whisper, “I’m sorry.”

You give him a reassuring smile before giving his lips a deep kiss. It leaves his eyelids heavier as he tries to lean in for more, only to stopped by your finger on his lips. “It’s okay. Let’s go inside, I’m starving.”

He secretly loves a couple of paparazzi experiences. Although you may loath them, they make him feel so incredibly special being seen out holding your hand and hugging you close. He also loves when he is asked about you and your inspirations on his writings in interviews. He could talk about you all day.

At the end of the day, Calvin has learned to embrace the talents each of you have and the life that you share with each other. He will always bring you flowers to your rare theater performance. You will always give him feedback on his rough drafts. He will always give you a smile and acknowledge your presence in the audience of his book readings.

In your collective world full of fame and fiction, you can always bask in the warm calm of Calvin’s arms wrapped around you as you sleep. It’s the one thing you can enjoy for yourselves without all of the eyes on you, and you’re so grateful for that feeling.

#calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #calvin weir fields x you #paul dano #ruby sparks #danonation #paul dano x reader #anon request #calvin weir fields headcanons #paul dano headcanons

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r1ddlessy · 11 months

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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."

#ramblings...to ruby!✍️#calvin weir fields x reader #calvin wier fields smut #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut

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