#one day.....

[princess-valentineee]

[zoeybaby]

notes. uhm. idk what this is. i was possessed to write it. i tried adding plot but i just wanted to write the smut honestly so like.

premise. your insecurities get the better of you, so your boyfriend is there to make you feel better. aka, zayne fingers you while making you look at yourself in a mirror. that's the entire plot.

warnings. afab!reader, mdni. porn with absolutely no plot i just wanted to write zayne smut, mirror sex, fingering, lots and lots of praise, softdom!zayne, and a nice dose of fluff.

wc. 1.1k

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normally, you weren't the type of person to linger on your appearance when you looked in the mirror. at most, you'd check to see if your hair was decent before moving on with your day. that's not to say you don't have insecurities, but you'd learn not to let them get the better of you.

today, however, your mind was out for blood.

the entire day, you just could not look at yourself without a sick feeling of disgust coiling in your stomach. every time you'd catch your gaze in the reflection of a mirror, a window, or even your phone, you'd cringe and quickly look away, like you couldn't even stand to see yourself.

it left you feeling frustrated, so when the day came to an end, and you were in the comfort of your home, you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands bracing on the counter of the bathroom sink as your gaze took in every little detail.

there were no new blemishes that you could spot, and you looked the same as you do every other day. so why? why does it feel like something is different?

you were so caught up in trying to pick out the flaw that's been nagging at you that you didn't even hear your boyfriend approaching until he was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"what's wrong?" zayne asks, a quiet concern tangled in his words.

"i'm hideous," you reply, frowning as you continue staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to will your appearance to change into something prettier.

you should've been prepared for the outcome your words would get you, honestly. zayne always went above and beyond to help you deal with whatever was bothering you, and this time wasn't any different.

his hand on your throat was gentle, his thumb caressing your jawline as he keeps you from looking away from the mirror. he has you pressed up against the marble counter, his other hand at home beneath your pajama shorts and underwear as he slowly thrusts two fingers in your cunt.

"look at you," he murmurs, his gaze locked with yours through the mirror as his fingers hit every spot that has you seeing stars. one of your hands was gripping his arm, nails digging into his skin to try and take him in deeper as you grind down on his fingers. the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit every time you moved.

looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel embarrassed. a small whine comes from the back of your throat as you try turning your head away, but zayne doesn't let you. he keeps your head in place, "no, no. look at yourself, sunshine."

and the soft demand is hard to ignore, both because of the fact that his fingers were making your knees weak, and because there's this genuine urgency in his words. like he needed you to see what he was seeing.

he rewards you with a soft kiss on your shoulder when you stop trying to look away, "what do you see?"

the question catches you off guard a bit, struggling to form anything more than a moan when he scissors his fingers inside of you. you shake your head a bit, not sure what he wanted you to say.

"you wanna know what i see, sunshine?" he mumbles, breath hot against your skin, "i see your eyes, and the way they light up whenever you see something you like."

he pulls his fingers out long enough that it leaves you feeling empty, clenching around nothing, "i see your lips. the same lips that kiss me every morning before work, and smiles my way." his fingers slip back inside of you, three instead of two, and your eyes flutter shut.

both his words and his ministrations had you feeling lightheaded. he was being oh so gentle, and you could feel tears blurring your vision as you suck in a sharp breath, torn between focusing on the pleasure that was just about to overwhelm you, or the soft devotion lacing his words.

"i see," he starts, purposefully grinding his palm against your clit, earning a breathless moan from you, "the love of my life," he says, "my stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking sunshine."

each word of praise is accompanied by a deep thrust of his fingers, and you knew that you wouldn't last longer like this.

and zayne knows that you're close, because he starts to slow down, coming to a complete halt before you can achieve that high you were looking for. the whine that comes from you is downright sinful as you try grinding down on his fingers, but his hand drops from your throat to keep you still.

"zayne, please-"

you can see him smile a bit. just the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly, and he hums a bit, the sound vibrating against your back, "tell me you're pretty, and i'll let you cum."

there was no other option. no amount of begging would break the man, you knew that. you make a small, embarrassed sound. he holds your gaze in the mirror, waiting.

it feels like an eternity before you finally cave in, "…'m pretty," you mumble. it's hard not to believe the words when your boyfriend is looking at you like your very existence is the reason his heart is still beating.

your words must have been enough for zayne, because he resumes his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a renewed vigor.

the combination of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit, and the soft kisses he's peppering across your neck and shoulder has you tipping over the edge. your orgasm hits you like a train, legs shaking as you grip both his arm and the marble counter to keep yourself steady.

zayne's fingers don't stop, dragging your orgasm out until you come down from it, "you did so good," he whispers, breathless. like just watching you was enough to satisfy him.

but judging from the feeling of his erection pressing into your back, you knew that he needed something more. and honestly? so did you. it takes a moment for you to catch your breath, but when you do, you're grinding yourself back against him, smiling a bit at the way his breath hitches.

"i dunno, i think i need more convincing…" you trail off, meeting his gaze in the mirror once more.

he huffs out a laugh, "your wish is my command."

safe to say, you can't look in a mirror anymore without getting flustered.

[starspiiis]

thing i was going to use for my pinned post but i didnt know where to put it,,,, so,,,, they r taking a photo 🥹

[sol-arsystem]

i MUST be in a minecraft smp

[a-lonely-dunadan]

happy birthday @dunadaan!!!!!!!!!!!! I turned Créa into a marketable plushie and put her in a strawberry patch <3 for enrichment <3

[purple--menace]

If Rocket Monkeys can get popular, so can League of Super Evil

[tyulezhik]

An old sketch of Gabriel I found 🦇🩸

[lilac-rose-writes]

"I can't do this anymore"

(or- nugget, penny & lily parallels because i couldn't help myself)

nugget & penny both reach a breaking point, and it's only then that they rebel against the principals. nugget was intended to be an experiment; billy was an accidental substitute. penny wasn't meant to be an experiment; she still acted as a useful tool. both nugget & penny know more than they should about what the principals are up to. billy confided in nugget about what he knew, penny's been exposed to it firsthand. the principals control them via drugs and remotes, and both of them are despondent because of it.

and then there's lily. lily refuses to take the pills, refuses to give in to the principals, and she ends up in the reverse situation. her brother's gone, she's bullied relentlessly, and she's losing the will to live more by the day. when cindy pushes lily to her breaking point, lily does the opposite of rebelling. lily gives up.

penny tries to die and fails, so decides to help with the rescue instead despite the threat it puts on her life. the female principal kills her for it. the moment penny fights back, she's given what she wanted- in a death she couldn't achieve alone.

nugget can no longer remember what billy said to him, but he wants to help nonetheless. he gives up the note even though it's one of the only memories of billy he still has left. nugget can read. how many times do you think he's gone through it, deciphering the handwriting and committing each word to memory?

lily can't read. lily's trying to find billy. lily's the reason there's a statue watching everyone in the playground. lily's putting herself in danger. nugget's scared of the principal, scared of speaking against him, scared of putting both lily and himself in danger when he's almost entirely convinced that billy's already dead. nugget makes a memorial. no-one but billy had seen inside of his cave before. in giving kid the note, he gets what he wanted too- billy back in his life.

lily gives up. lily doesn't fight. in that loop, lily dies. in a way, that's what she wanted too.

there's also a difference in how they give in. nugget trips over his words, tearful and scared. nobody's allowed to talk about billy, not without the devices in their pockets blowing up. he's overcome with grief and trying to reminisce about a friend he's been forced to forget hurts more than he can put into words. nugget's is a confession. nugget's is a cry for help.

penny cries out. penny's in anguish, penny's brain and will and body are all rebelling against each other. people aren't meant to be robots. penny knows she wasn't meant to survive. she's desperate, she's shouting because no-one will listen. penny's is a warning that she won't stay. penny's is rebellion, because she can't find it in herself to obey anymore even as a plastic smile stays plastered on her face.

lily's apathetic. every word is monosyllabic until she reaches the end of her sentence. "mean" is juveline, "mean" is simplistic. lily's a child. she focuses on cindy's bullying so she doesn't have to think about everything else she's lost, everything else on her mind. lily's miserable. lily's detached. lily speaks softly. lily goes without a fight.

…, !!!, . nugget gives detail, struggling to express just how affected he's been by billy's disappearance. penny's words are short and capitalised, as loud as ted's agonised screams when he's pushed into the hole. lily offers two short sentences: a surrender.