Summary: Eddie had finally had enough of your bratty streak. He waited until the speakeasy emptied out, the last traces of music and chatter fading into the night, before making his move. He expected a heated confrontation—sharp words, maybe a clash of wills. What he didn’t expect was to find you already sprawled out, waiting for him as if you’d known this moment was coming all along.
w/c: 575
Warnings: smut with plot, oral (male receiving), reader being a brat, BratTamer!Eddie, hair pulling, and degrading / praising.
a/n: Enjoy my little Eddie enjoyers
You had been insufferable all day, giving Eddie the cold shoulder while showering Volt with affection, dancing with him, and leaving him to navigate the aftermath of your whims. Finally, Eddie had reached his breaking point.
It was not in his nature to let things slide; he was determined to ensure you faced the consequences of your behavior. He observed you flitting about, engaging with the patrons, flirting unabashedly with Volt, and, of course, serving Eddie yet more of that familiar attitude. You had even teased him with fleeting glimpses of your allure throughout the night, stirring a tempest within him. Oh, how he relished the thought of imparting a lesson.
Thus, he ascended the stairs, preparing himself for a confrontation that promised to be intense. His thoughts raced as he approached your door, a whirlwind of emotions swirling in his mind. When he finally opened it, he was struck motionless. There you lay, draped on your side in a delicate black nightgown, your gaze languid and inviting.
"Were you waiting for me?" he managed to murmur, rooted in place.
"Yes," you replied, a brief pause punctuating your words, "I was."
For a moment, Eddie's mind faltered, the purpose of his visit momentarily forgotten as he took in the sight of you, so enticing in that nightgown. His body seemed to move of its own accord.
"I'm done with your bratty antics this week, so here it comes," he sighed, stepping forward and pulling you from the bed, guiding you unsteadily to your feet. For a heartbeat, a flicker of fear crossed your face, as if he would be truly harsh, but instead, he knelt you before him, a pillow cushioning your knees. With one hand, he gathered your hair into a ponytail, while the other began to unbuckle his pants.
As he pushed them down, he revealed himself, hard and eager, veins pronounced against his skin. He drew you closer, his tip brushing your lips as you looked up at him, your gaze a mix of defiance and submission. Despite the blush creeping across his cheeks from the vulnerable position, he attempted to maintain an air of authority as you pressed your lips against him. A shudder raced through him, yet he held firm, guiding your head as he sank deeper into your mouth.
He pulled your hair to direct your movements, thrusting into you as you accommodated him. "This is what brats deserve," he cursed under his breath, a symphony of groans escaping him. Lost in the moment, Eddie barely noticed when he quickened his pace, the rhythm becoming frantic, almost choking you. All you could manage were muffled sounds, a few whimpers slipping through as you struggled to keep pace.
"It's alright, pretty girl, you're doing wonderfully," he murmured, his voice a low whisper of encouragement.
His movements grew increasingly erratic, a telltale sign of his impending climax, as his groans crescendoed in volume. Yet, he maintained his relentless rhythm, dominating your throat as if it were his rightful possession. You grasped his thighs, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself amidst the fervor.
At last, he cast his gaze upon you, and in that electrifying moment, you felt the warmth of him releasing in thick, molten waves within your mouth, striking the back of your throat while he observed with a sense of satisfaction.
"This," he declared, withdrawing from your lips with a gratifying pop, "is how Brats are brought to heel."
Showing - Date Everything
Staring - Dirk Deveraux X Reader (Home Owner)
Rating - 18+ (Dirty Laundry / Dirty Underwear / pantie sniffing/ nudity/ eating out/ masturbation)
Reading Time - 18 min 19 sec (2379)
Requested - More Dirk! Please!!!! Please do a p2 to sweet dirty laundry!
By morning, Y/ns alarm began to blare.
Dirk jolted awake at the sound, blinking groggily as he processed where he was. He quickly sat up straighter in his pile of dirty laundry when he noticed Y/n stirring. "G-Good morning," he stammered out a little too loudly before clearing his throat and trying again with an awkward chuckle, "I mean… uh… You sleep okay?"
"ummmmm…" She grumbled, rubbing her eye. "I did… Good morning, Dirk." She cooed, leaning down to attempt a good morning kiss, but she stopped herself. "Humm- I should brush my teeth first."
Dirk couldn't help but chuckle softly. He waved his hand dismissively, "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm, y'know, literally your dirty laundry, remember?"
She chuckled a little and leaned down to let her lips meet his.
Dirk's heart leapt; he couldn't help but melt into it, the sensation of her lips meeting his sending a wave of warmth through his entire body. He reached up, his hand gently cupping her face as they kissed, trying to savour every moment. When they finally pulled away, he had to force himself not to chase after her, a small, bashful smile on his lips. "M-Morning kisses from you could definitely get me used to waking up."
"I agree." She nodded slowly, sitting on her knees, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt riding up enough to show off he belly and the edge of her sternum. Her panties were a little damp from being worn all night.
Dirk was trying desperately to keep his cool, but the sight of Y/n made it impossible. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes roaming over her body like a starving man. He cleared his throat, unable to hide the huskiness in his voice. "You're torturing me, you know that, right?"
"Well, what can I do to make you feel better?" She asked, crawling to the very edge of her bed, leaning her head off to be close to him.
Dirk was completely frozen in place, her teasing smirk sending his heart into overdrive. He swallowed hard, struggling to form words when she was looking at him like that, like he was something she wanted. "You… uh…" His voice came out rough and breathless before he could stop it. "You're already doing plenty."
She laughed and fixed his hair. "You sure dirty boy?"
Dirk leaned into her touch, his eyes closing, making his stomach flip. He opened his eyes again, his expression going all soft as he looked at her. He lifted her hand to his mouth, gently kissing the back of it before whispering, "I may be a dirty boy… but I'm your dirty boy."
"All mine." She cooed, "Now I need to shower before work…" She said as she slowly got out of bed and stood before him.
He sighed, trying to calm his racing heart. "Um, right. No worries. I'll just… stay here while you get ready."
Y/n laughed. "Well, I wore these all night." She cooed, slowly sliding her panties off and offering them to him like he was a dog being offered a treat,
Dirk's entire body seemed to flush. The fabric was still a little warm and smelled like her. His gaze was riveted, his mouth immediately going dry as he stared at the offered panties. His fingers shook slightly as he hesitantly accepted them. He brought them to his face, unable to resist taking a deep inhale of her scent. He looked back up at Y/n, completely flustered and needy. "Thank you…"
"You're welcome, Dirk." She cooed, walking to the bathroom completely bare from the waist down
Dirk clutched the damp panties in his hands like a prized possession. His breath was ragged, his pulse pounding as he tried to process what just happened. He pressed Y/n's scent into himself again, this time rubbing it against his face with an almost desperate need for comfort. He couldn't help but let out a small whimper of pleasure at how good she smelled. "Fuck…" he muttered under his breath,
Dirk listened carefully to the shower running in the bathroom, he looked around, knowing there was no Harper, no hanks to disturb him. He quickly took her panties and moved his other hand to stroke himself. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was Y/n's touch instead of his own, even though he knew it wasn't the same. He let out a soft moan as he stroked himself faster. His thoughts ran wild, picturing the way she'd touch him, the way she'd look at him… the way she'd call him "dirty boy" in that sultry voice of hers… He bit his lip, the guilt now mixed with a raw, intense desire. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. "Y/n…." He gritted his teeth as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak,
And then he heard the shower turn off.
Before he even had a chance to stop himself, Y/n opened the bathroom door, stepping out completely naked with her towel wrapped around her hair.
Dirk froze. He sat up straight in his messy pile of dirty laundry, the damp panties now clutched in one hand, his face and neck turning bright red. He stared at Y/n, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it. "I-I…" was all he could manage to say, his brain completely short-circuiting at the sight of her standing there, completely naked. Frankly, he was surprised the sight alone didn’t just make him come.
Y/n glanced up to see him, not seeming ashamed of her nudity. "Humm?"
He swallowed hard, his free hand unconsciously gripping the laundry pile to keep himself grounded. He forced himself to look away for a moment, trying to gather his scattered thoughts before speaking. "Y-you… didn't put on any clothes?"
"My clothes are in here." Y/n laughed.
"Right. Of course." His entire body was practically burning with embarrassment and arousal, but there was no way he could hide it now,
"Everything okay, Dirk?" She laughed, noticing his red cheeks and the obvious fact of his hard cock in his hand, hidden under one of her dirty shirts.
He froze again, his cheeks somehow turning even more red as his hand reflexively tightened around the shirt. "Uh…." The only response he could manage. "Y-Yes. Fine… I'm… fine."
"Dirk, we shouldn't have secrets. Remember." She said, tossing clean clothes onto her bed.
Dirk let out a shaky breath, nodding as he finally gave in. He slowly lowered the shirt covering his lap, revealing himself fully. "I know," he whispered, "Just… nervous."
"oh…." She gasped.
Dirk closed his eyes tightly, embarrassment warring with his body's needy reactions. He felt unbearably vulnerable, not used to being so open, so exposed. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice wavering, "I just… couldn't help myself. I wanted to be close to you, needed to feel you even if just for a moment." He opened his eyes again, his gaze locking with Y/n's, hoping that his honesty would be enough to show her how badly he loved and desired her.
Y/n smiled, tossing her towel back into the bathroom, closing the gap between them. Her body was still completely naked, and her hair was soaking wet, falling around her. "You poor thing, I'm sorry I interrupted you. Did you want to keep going?"
Dirk’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing at the sight of Y/n. His hands trembled as he reached up for her instinctively before stopping himself halfway. His voice came out in a rough whisper, "I—I don’t know if I deserve it…" He admitted honestly. "But god help me… I want you."
Y/n giggled a little. "I can tell. If it wasn't already a little late for work, I would take care of you, Dirk." She reassured. "Feel free to finish yourself, it's not fair to make you wait till I get home"
"Just… stay for a second?" he asked in a small voice, pressing her panties to his face once more, "I-I don’t wanna do it alone."
Y/n giggled a little, noticing how he was using the panties. "Here, this will help." She cooed, pushing the panties from his face, she gently twisted her fingers in his dark hair and tugged him closer to where she stood, not forcing him, but suggesting her slit and pussy lips to him. "You can sniff at this, even eat it a little if you want, Dirk."
Dirk let out a shaky gasp, his body immediately responding. He didn't hesitate; his hands gripped her hips as he pressed his face against her bare slit, inhaling deeply. The smell of her soap and arousal hit him like a drug. His tongue flicked out instinctively before he could stop himself, tasting the salt-sweet tang of her skin with desperate hunger. "Fuck…" he groaned between licks, "You smell so good… I-I can't get enough."
Y/n gasped and moaned, almost losing her balance.
Dirk’s hands tightened around her hips, holding her steady as she trembled above him. His tongue dragged through her folds again and again, savouring every drop of wetness he could coax from her. The sound of Y/n moaning sent a rush straight to his cock, making him throb painfully against the laundry around him. His lips sealed over her clit before sucking lightly.
Y/n began to squirm and squeal, throwing her head back, her nipples getting hard from her excitement, starting to drip down his face. "Dirk… Dirk… I have to go to work…" She reminds him, but was enjoying it too much to make him stop.
He reluctantly lifted his lips from her, his face glistening from the mixture of her juices and his saliva. "I know," he whispered, his voice ragged in spite of how much he wanted her to stay, "Just… please… let me make you feel good now." He pressed his face back against her, his tongue delving deeper. His hand slipped between his legs, wrapping around himself as he tried to give himself whatever relief he could.
Y/n moaned and choked a little, clearly getting close.
Dirk's fingers tightened around himself, his thoughts a hazy jumble of sensation. "Please," he groaned, his body tense. "Come for me. I just… I need you to come for me. Then you can go."
Y/n's noises began to get louder, she moaned his name loud enough that the whole house would hear them. Her legs started to tremble, barely able to keep her up, her toes curling, her juices running like rivers down her legs, and her hand came to his hair.
He groaned into her, his tongue flicking rapidly over that sensitive bundle of nerves as he drank in every drop she gave him. His hand moved faster on himself, stroking hard enough to hurt but too desperate for relief. "Y/n… please," he begged between licks, "Come for me… I need you…"
"Dirl…. Please…" Y/n begged,
Dirk didn’t hesitate; his lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue worked in frantic circles.
That was enough to get her over the edge. She screamed and suddenly relaxed, his grip on her all that kept her from falling to the floor, she squirted hard, soaking his face. Which was enough to tip Dirk over the edge, his cock spurting onto the dirty clothes around him.
Y/n gasped, looking down at him. "Ummmm, thank you," she cooed.
Dirk chuckled softly, his face still glistening as he looked up at her. He gave her thighs a gentle squeeze before finally letting go. "Anytime," he murmured, his voice rough but full of affection, "I mean it." He wiped himself off with the nearest piece of laundry, her old bra this time, before flashing her a lopsided grin. "Now get to work before I tempt you into staying longer."
She chuckled and kissed his forehead before she began getting dressed. She grabbed her clean panties and shamelessly bent over to put them on.
"Tease," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite in it—just playful frustration. His cock throbbed again at the sight of her slipping those panties back on like nothing had happened. "You're gonna be the death of me."
She rolled her eyes as she clipped on her bra. "I'm sure I will." She teased. "It's Friday, so I'll be home a little earlier. You're welcome to stay in my room."
"I might do that," he said casually, "but don't blame me if I get a little… lonely."
"Awww, my poor dirty boy, don't worry if you get lonely, you know where my panties are." She winked as she pulled on her tights.
Dirk let out a soft huff of amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a wry smile. "Oh, I do know where they are," he agreed, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, "Be careful," he mused, "you keep teasing me like that, and I might not let you leave for work."
She rolled her eyes putting her shirt and skirt on ready for her job. "As I'll be home early, I can grab something nice. Anything particular you want for dinner?"
"Something that’ll make me feel even dirtier," he joked with a playful smirk, "or just whatever you're hungry for. I’m not picky." A pause as he watched her adjust her clothes, "…Maybe something we can share?"
"hummm… Maybe fried chicken? Nice and greasy, and good to curl up and nibble on while watching TV?"
"That sounds… absolutely perfect," he said softly, his voice tinged with something both sweet and hungry. "I can't think of anything better than snuggling with you while we stuff ourselves with fried chicken and…" he gave her a sly grin, "…whatever else we feel like nibbling on."
Y/n laughed, grabbing her shoes. "Have a good day, I'll see you later." She cooed, giving him a quick kiss.
Dirk returned the kiss, lingering for a moment before reluctantly letting her go. He gave her a crooked smile as he leaned back into his laundry nest. "See you later," he called after her, already counting the minutes until she returned. "Try not to work too hard. I need you to come home tonight."
She laughed, grabbed her handbag, and headed out.
Dirk flopped back into a pile after she left. He sighed, rolling onto his side to press his face into the pile of dirty laundry around him. He inhaled softly, the scent of her filling his nose. "Come home soon," he murmured against the fabric before burying himself deeper into the pile, "I'll be waiting."
Showing - Date Everything
Staring - Dirk Deveraux X Reader (Home Owner)
Rating - 17+ (Dirty Laundry / Dirty Underwear / Brief Foot stuff/ Mentions of HARPER in a Ex Context)
Reading Time - 10 min 40 sec (1386)
Requested - Random Request I know! But if you have plaid or at least have familiarity with the game 'Date Everything'. I would ADORE it if you could do something, (Really Anything) with Dirk. Thxxxxxxx
Dirk sat sadly in the corner of the laundry room, far from Harper, given that the two had broken up a few weeks ago and the wound was still fairly sore. It also hasn’t helped; she was already getting cosy with some wireless earphones that had been left in the pocket of some coat that was washed. He pitifully plaid with a pair of dirty tights from the homeowner Y/n, her various other dirty clothes piled around him.
Soon enough, the door opened, and Y/n hummed to herself as she came into the laundry room, some dirty clothes in hand, wearing just a loose t-shirt and her blue cotton panties. She spotted Dirk and softly smiled. "Hey, how's my favourite mound doing?" She playfully teased.
The comment brought a genuine smirk as his eyes darted up to the sight of Y/n. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you know, just having the time of my life sorting through the never-ending mountain of dirty laundry."
"Sorry… I've been busy with work." She apologised, “I really do need to do a load this weekend.”
His smirk softened, "Hey, no apologies needed. I get it. Work takes a toll on everyone. But I gotta say, there's something weirdly enjoyable about your whole laundry routine." He held up the tights he was inspecting, playfully stretching them. "Besides, it's given me quality time with all your delicates."
Y/n laughed, "I'm glad you're enjoying them.”
"Oh, trust me, I'm not just enjoying, I’m absolutely thriving in this chaos.” He dramatically pressed the tights to his chest like they were precious relics. "And don’t even get me started on how fascinating sweat stains can be when you study them long enough…"
Y/n blushed a little, "Well, a nice fresh batch." She said, handing over the laundry she brought with her, It included one tattered bra, a pair of tights wet around the lower legs from the day's rain, one of her work dresses and a pair of soaked, little dirty panties.
Dirk's eyes widened in pure delight as Y/n dropped a bundle with him. He chuckled, a mixture of excitement and appreciation. "Wow, Y/n, you… really know how to keep me occupied." He picked up the little dirty panties, examining them with his usual intrigue. "You have no idea how much I love it when you bring me these."
"Sorry, they are a little… You know." She blushed. "I think I'm getting close to my period." She said a little shyly about it,
Dirk's expression shifted from playful to unexpectedly soft. He gently set down the panties and gave her a warm, reassuring smile as he took her hand in his. "Hey… don’t be sorry." He said quietly. "You think I don’t know what that means? I live in your dirty laundry, I’ve been there for every cycle, every mood swing." He tilted his head with a small laugh. "And honestly? Kinda flattering you trust me enough to tell me stuff like this."
Y/n smiled, going to thank him, but she was interrupted by the sound of Harper loudly laughing across the laundry room.
Dirk tensed up immediately, his demeanour darkening for a moment before he forced a smile for Y/n and played it off as a joke. "Ugh… what's she so happy about?"
"Who knows?" She shrugged. "I'm glad she and the earbuds are getting along, though."
Dirk grunted, clearly not sharing her joy. "Yeah, sure… real thrilled about that development." Toying with the new pair of Y/n's tights, his eyes still fixed on Harper. "She's always got something to laugh about, it seems."
"Are you okay, Dirk?" Y/n asked gently.
Dirk froze for a second, realising he’d let his bitterness slip. He turned back to Y/n with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, yeah, just old habits." He sighed. "Harper and I… well, you know how it was. But that's in the past now." He nudged one of her socks playfully toward her feet like an offering. "And honestly? Way better here than wherever she is right now."
"I'm glad you're feeling better." She cooed, taking the sock in her hand.
Dirk couldn't help but smile, "It's thanks to you." He replied softly, shifting closer to her with a small smirk. "Being your… 'dirty laundry' has its perks…You treat me way better than Harper ever did."
"I literally throw my dirty panties at you." Y/n laughed.
Dirk laughed, "Yes, you do. And I love it."
Y/n laughed. "Hey, uhh, Dirk? Did you wanna… Come stay outside the laundry room tonight? You can come and curl up on my bedroom floor, I know you like it there sometimes,” She suggested, “Get you away from Harper and all."
Dirk perked up at Y/n's offer, his eyes widening with surprise and, quite honestly, excitement. He tried to play it cool, but the fact was he couldn’t be happier to spend even a few minuets beyond the realm of the laundry room. He was already mentally picturing it: no Harper nearby, cosy on Y/n's floor, close enough to laundry to feel at home and warm… he practically vibrated with anticipation."Wait, you'd really let me do that?"
"Mhm." She smiled.
Dirk tried to repress a dorky, excited smile but failed miserably. He nodded vigorously, almost like an enthusiastic dog. "Please. Yes. Let me stay with you." He said a little too quickly. "I mean, that would be amazing. You have no idea how much better it would be than staying in here. Especially with Harper."
Y/n nodded and happily gathered all her dirty laundry, picking it all up, Dirk along with it. She walked back to her bedroom and set him down at the side of her bed. "There, you comfy?" She asked as she laid down on her stomach.
Dirk let out a small sigh of relief and relaxation, adjusting himself to get comfortable. "comfy? I'm beyond comfy." He looked up at Y/n, he felt oddly safe and cared for in a way he hadn't in a long time. He reached out a hand close to the sheets,
Y/n giggled making sure she laid and arranged her pillow in a way Dirk could see her. Even close enough she could hang her leg off the bed stroking her bare toes against the socks and shirts of the dirty laundry pile.
Dirk's eyes were immediately captivated by Y/n’s foot, her tender touch stirring a deep sense of comfort and affection within him, that even just within sight she still wanted to have contact with him. He found himself gently brushing his fingers over her foot, his touch soft and light. "Can I… ask you something personal?" He murmured.
"Mhm." She hummed happily against her pillow.
His fingers continued to gently stroke Y/n's toes, his gaze fixed on her face as he spoke with a mix of affection and vulnerability. "Why… Why do you care so much about me? I mean, I'm just your dirty laundry, after all. Shouldn't I repulse you? Or at least be annoying?" He asked quietly.
"I feel bad I suppose, you'd be Clarence if I just did my laundry. I feel pity, after all I throw my dirty clothes on you all the time. And I know you had things hard with Harper… I just… I think you're surprisingly sweet for being as dirty as you are."
Dirk's heart ached at Y/n's words, hearing her admit that she felt pity for him but also cared for him regardless. He blushed a little and let out a soft sigh, "You don't know how much that means to me. I know I'm just laundry, a bunch of dirty clothes… but you treat me better than Harper ever did. And I… I am happy I get to spend time with you.”
"Ummmm, me too, goodnight Dirk." She cooed, leaning down to give him a quick goodnight kiss on the lips.
Dirk's eyes widened in surprise, her kiss catching him completely off guard. He could feel his heart flutter in his chest, as she pulled back, he was left speechless for a moment, he managed to find his voice after a few beats, his voice coming out a little breathy and awed. "Goodnight… Y/n."
Y/n clicked off her lamp and settled down into her sheets.
Dirk lay there in the dark, Y/n's kiss still lingering on his lips. He curled up a little closer to her bed, trying to process what had just happened. After a few moments of silence, he whispered into the darkness. "Sweet dreams… Y/n."
