✧ milf ✧

[reign-summers]

When she said she knew he’d come find her, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he looked down at her. “Yeah?” he said, voice amused. “Guess you know me too well nowadays then, huh?" The kiss made him smile against her lips, one hand tightening just slightly at her waist like he was pleased with himself for being the one she walked up to. At her comment about not sharing him, his brows lifted with a hint of playful pride. “Good,” he said easily. “Because I wasn’t planning on being shared either.” When she teased him about not having a good time before she showed up, Reign huffed out a laugh and glanced briefly toward his coworkers who were very obviously pretending not to watch. Violet waving at them made him shake his head. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath with a grin. “They’re subtle as hell, right?” His attention returned to her almost immediately though, eyes dragging over her face as she stepped closer, her hands settling against his chest. The way she admitted she meant to distract him made his mouth curl into a slow, appreciative smile. “Oh you did,” he said quietly. “I haven’t heard a word anyone’s said since you walked in.” When he tilted her chin up and she mentioned Isaiah possibly torturing him about the other night, Reign scoffed softly. “Nonstop,” he said. “He looks at me with a knowing smirk and I know what he's thinking without him saying anything. He's such a good guy though." His mouth brushed along her jaw again before he pressed that kiss under her ear, clearly enjoying the way she reacted. When she muttered that he was about to earn the title of officer kinky, he actually laughed against her skin. “Hey,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her with a grin. “You started this.” Her comment about toning it down made him raise an eyebrow, though the amused look on his face didn’t go anywhere. “Toning it down?” he repeated lightly. “I thought I was being respectful.” Then she asked if he liked the dress. Reign’s gaze dropped the second she mentioned it. When she turned slightly, showing it off, he took his time looking before his eyes lifted back to hers, the expression on his face openly appreciative. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “You weren’t lying.” There was a flash of that this is my girl kind of pride in the way he looked at her, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. “You look,” he paused briefly, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “Dangerously hot." When she asked if her man could come to the bar with her, Reign smirked and slid an arm around her waist again, guiding her with him. “Your man’s got you,” he said easily. When they reached the bar, he leaned his hip lightly against it, keeping her tucked close at his side. His hand lifted toward the bartender in an easy signal, two fingers raised to catch their attention. Then he looked down at Violet again, that familiar appreciative look crossing his face as his gaze flicked briefly over her dress before returning to her eyes. “What do you want, babe?”

[violctcarter]

when she got invited out for drinks with reign and his team, she obviously said yes, telling him she’d meet him at the bar after dropping nala and ayiden off at skylar’s place. once she did, she changed into that dress, and she got exactly the reaction she expected. he clearly had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. they kissed right there in front of everyone, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt, how wanted it made her feel. "they’re not subtle, like at all," she said with a small laugh, "but i don’t care, i only have eyes for you," she promised, leaning in to press another quick kiss to his lips. "it’s a shame he had to interrupt us right when things were getting interesting," she teased with a chuckle, "but you should be proud of that title, no one’s taking it away from you," she added with a playful wink. "i may have started it, but i love it," she smiled. "you look really good tonight," she whispered softly against his ear. she laughed at his reaction. "you’re not saying anything, but your eyes and your hands are doing all the talking," she teased. when she turned slightly so he could see the dress from another angle, she smiled. "thanks," she said, her cheeks lightly flushed. he wrapped an arm around her and guided them to the bar, and as he called the bartender, she couldn’t help but watch him, taking in the way he leaned there, effortlessly attractive. she noticed the way he kept glancing at her too. "i’ll have a martini," she said, nodding, "do you want one too?" she asked, looking at him softly, still a little in awe of how lucky she felt to have him.

[reign-summers]

Reign had seen her the second she walked in. Of course he had. He’d been mid-sentence with one of the guys when the door opened, and just like that, the rest of the room dulled. Violet stepping inside with that deliberate calm, Leo at her side, like she hadn’t just shifted the entire atmosphere. And then she walked right past him. Reign smirked. “Oh, you’re bold tonight,” he muttered to himself before excusing himself mid-conversation without even pretending it was subtle. By the time she turned her back, his hands were already on her waist, firm, claiming, unapologetic. He pulled her flush against him without hesitation, lowering his mouth close to her ear. “You really thought you were just gonna walk past me?” When she turned in his arms and kissed him properly, slow, sweet, he didn’t rush it. His hands stayed steady at her waist, thumbs brushing slightly under the fabric like he belonged there. When she pulled back and admitted she wanted a real kiss first, his mouth curved. “Smart woman,” he said quietly. “I don’t share well.” It was half a joke. Half not. His thumb tilted her chin just slightly, eyes dragging over her face like he was reacquainting himself. “Am I having a good time?” he repeated. He glanced briefly over her shoulder toward the bar, where at least two of his coworkers were very obviously pretending not to stare. “I wasn't,” he said casually. “Now I am. I’m distracted.” His gaze dipped to her mouth again, not subtle, not professional, not particularly concerned about either. “You look unreal tonight,” he added. “Walking in here like that? Around my coworkers?” A faint grin. “That feels intentional.” His hands slid just slightly higher along her back, still appropriate enough, but barely. His other hand came up, knuckles brushing under her chin as he tipped her head back slightly, not rough, just enough to make her look up at him. “Isaiah’s around here somewhere,” he murmured casually, like that was an afterthought. And then he dipped his head. His mouth brushed along her jaw, a kiss pressed just beneath her ear before he let his lips linger there a second too long for this to qualify as appropriate workplace behavior. His hand traced slowly down her side, following the line of the fabric like he was mapping it out. Not grabbing. Just feeling. Appreciating. "This dress…”

[violctcarter]

violet had never been good at hiding what she thought or felt. she had walked into the bar that night fully intending to have a good time with reign and his coworkers, and maybe—just maybe—make it obvious to everyone that they were a thing now. the second she felt his hands settle firmly on her waist, her heart skipped a beat. she liked that he wasn’t hiding it, that he seemed perfectly comfortable letting people see them together—something her ex had never done. “i knew i’d walk past you eventually,” she said with a playful smirk, “but i also knew you’d come find me.” when she kissed him she smiled against his lips, clearly enjoying the moment. “and i’m definitely not sharing you, i’m not crazy,” she added with a small scoff, though the grin on her face softened it. she loved the way reign looked at her, all his attention focused on her like nothing else in the room mattered. “oh? so you weren’t having a good time before i showed up?” she teased, noticing him glance toward his coworkers who were very obviously pretending not to stare. violet lifted a hand and gave them a small wave, laughing. “they’re so obvious.” her hands slid up to rest on his chest as she stepped a little closer. “of course it was intentional,” she admitted. “i wanted to distract you—and honestly? i did a pretty great job.” when his fingers brushed under her chin to tilt her face up, she tried—and failed—to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “yeah, i know,” she nodded. “has he been torturing you about the other night?” she asked softly. when his mouth brushed along her jaw and pressed a kiss beneath her ear, her hands moved to his shoulders, grounding herself. she leaned closer and murmured, “you’re about to earn yourself the title of officer kinky.” then she added under her breath, teasing but warm, “this is very hot, but you might need to tone it down a little, babe.” she stepped back just enough to glance down at her dress. “you like it? good,” she said, a playful sparkle in her eyes. “my ass looks great in it.” with that she turned slightly, giving him a quick look before facing him again. “and before we start causing a scene,” she added with a grin, “can my man come to the bar with me and help me get a drink?”

[reign-summers]

Reign was half-listening to whatever his co-worker was saying, nodding at the right moments, drink loose in his hand, until Violet walked past him. His gaze drifted without permission, slow and unapologetic, tracking the sway of her hips as she moved through the room like she belonged there. Work nights out were usually a blur of forced laughter and polite small talk, but she cut through it all, familiar and dangerous in the best way. His plus one. His. The thought settled deep in his chest, warm and possessive. She looked good, too good for a room full of people who didn’t know her the way he did. Her dress hugged her just right, confidence rolling off her even as she slipped by, and Reign’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. The kids were safe with Skylar for the night, the night was theirs, and suddenly the conversation beside him faded into static. Mid-sentence, he lifted a finger between himself and his co-worker without even looking at them. “Excuse me,” Reign said absently, gaze still locked on Violet as she moved away from them. Reign blinked, smirked, and took a slow sip of his drink, eyes still lingering on Violet like he hadn’t finished checking her out, because he hadn’t. He straightened from his chair, setting his drink aside as his attention narrowed to one thing, Violet. The crowd parted easily as he moved, long strides confident, purposeful. He came up behind her without a word, close enough that her warmth brushed against him before he ever touched her. Then his hands settled at her waist. He drew her back against his chest in one smooth motion, like it was the most natural thing in the world, his thumbs pressing lightly into her waist as he leaned down just enough for his presence to be unmistakable. "Hi, distraction. Having a good time?"

@violctcarter

[violctcarter]

violet had agreed to come out for drinks with reign and his co-workers, and after dropping ayiden and nala off at skylar’s place—who, as expected, hadn’t been able to say no to babysitting—she walked into the bar with leo at her side. the music was loud enough to blur conversations into a steady hum, lights dim and warm against polished wood and crowded tables. she spotted reign almost instantly but casually walked right past him, pretending she hadn’t noticed him at all. she knew exactly what she was doing. she wanted their first hello to be theirs, not a spectacle for curious colleagues. she had just turned her back when she felt his hands slide around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. the warmth of him made her smile immediately. “hi, officer,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “i’m definitely having a better time now.” she turned fully in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as if it was the most natural place for them to be. “hey there,” she chuckled softly, tugging him down to kiss him properly—slow, unhurried, intentional. when she pulled back, her thumb brushed lightly along his jaw. “i didn’t want the whole greeting thing in front of your co-workers,” she admitted in a softer tone. “i wanted a real kiss first.” her smile lingered as she studied his face. “so, tell me—are you having a good time?”

[isaiahking]

Isaiah had been grinning already, but Violet’s lecture made it widen into something downright mischievous. He rocked back on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets. “Alone time,” he repeated, nodding solemnly. “Right. Got it. Very educational. I’ll file that away under ‘Things Adults Say Right Before Traumatizing Their Friends.’” He snorted, then immediately laughed when she called him out for saying the exact same thing before. “Hey—HEY. That was different. That was contextual.” When she told him to stop calling it disgusting, Isaiah clutched his chest dramatically. “You’re the two doing acrobatics over there. I’m just an innocent bystander that's been called to get a key." Her laugh only fueled him. “Feedback?” he echoed. “Absolutely not. I’m muting the our chat for the night preemptively.” He glanced at Reign then, smirking. “That one’s on you, man. Your girl is a little crazy." As Violet rested her hand on Reign’s stomach, Isaiah very pointedly turned away again, waving a hand in front of his eyes, giving them some privacy where he felt like he was invading. When she snapped at him about not telling her how to handle things in bed, Isaiah raised his hands again, still chuckling. “Okay, okay—fair. I will never question your logistical decisions again. Even the lock-yourself-in kind.” He finally found the key and held it up triumphantly. But the second she stopped him and told him to just leave it on the nightstand, Isaiah froze—then absolutely lost it. He burst out laughing, shoulders shaking as he carefully placed the key down. “Oh my god,” he said between laughs. He glanced over at Reign, raising an eyebrow slowly, silently saying you seeing this? Reign just shrugged, all smug and happy, clearly enjoying Violet’s confidence way too much. Reign's hands touched Violet's waist. Isaiah laughed even harder at that, pointing between them. “Yeah, okay. I see what kind of situation this is,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m out. I’m so out.” Still laughing, he turned toward the door. “Enjoy your not-done-yet,” he called over his shoulder. "Wait until I tell Leo about this,” he added, absolutely delighted. “He is going to lose his mind. I’m talking tears. I’m talking reenactments.” He looked at them both again, eyebrow arching in pure amusement. With one last grin, Isaiah slipped out, shaking his head and laughing to himself, already rehearsing the story in his head.

[violctcarter]

violet was amused; she felt embarrassed, of course she did, but being there naked, covered only with a blanket, trying to get a reaction from isaiah while her boyfriend was chained to her was something she had never expected. “that wasn’t contextual, you told me that same thing—now… this is your fault,” she joked, a smirk on her lips. “an innocent bystander? there’s nothing innocent about you, isaiah king,” she fired back, laughing at her own words. violet rolled her eyes at isaiah’s response, her aim behind her words completely fulfilled. as he turned away, she chuckled, then leaned down to kiss reign’s chest. violet told him to leave the key on the nightstand, and his reaction had been priceless. she looked at isaiah, his face enough to have violet laughing. “thanks, bestie,” she smiled. “stop it, isaiah,” she said, her cheeks burning red. “don’t you dare,” she yelled as he slipped out. she sighed, turning to look at reign. “they’re going to torture me, but you’re not safe at work anymore, reign,” she sighed, looking up at him, her free hand reaching to cup his cheek before pressing a kiss to his lips. “now that he’s out, let’s take this off and forget about them for a second—my hand is going to fall off,” she muttered, reaching for the nightstand. “i promise to be good. can you take these off me, officer?” she asked, innocent eyes looking up at her boyfriend. “i’ll be good just for you.”

[isaiahking]

“Disgusting is the accurate word,” he insisted, though the exasperation was mostly theatrical. “I leave you two alone for five minutes and suddenly I’m on search mission looking for a set of handcuff keys." When she joked to Reign about subtlety, Isaiah flicked his gaze between them with a snort. “Subtle?” he repeated. “I’m being extremely subtle. You should hear the version where I actually say what I’m thinking.” Her “rearranging guts” comment made him choke on his own breath, eyes widening before he put a hand over his face, blushing slightly. “Okay—no. Absolutely not. We’re not phrasing it like that,” he muttered through his fingers. "Ignore her, please, Reign. What my husband and I do in our spare time is private. She knows too much because I can't keep my mouth shut." But when she pointed at him, blaming him for the cuffs, Isaiah dropped his hand and stared at her with flat, unimpressed betrayal. “What—me?” he scoffed, dramatically offended. “I gave you the idea for fun, not for… whatever Cirque du Sex-ident you two decided to reenact in here.” Still, at the sight of her wincing, he couldn't help but to laugh. “Okay, okay—bestie—I’m getting the damn key,” Isaiah said, stepping forward to crouch near Reign's work trousers. He shot both of them one last look, half glare, half amused resignation. “Next time, brainstorm first. Bone later.” He found the key within seconds. “Aha—EUREKA!” he declared, shooting upright with the tiny key pinched triumphantly between his fingers. Turning toward them, he started walking back with an exaggerated swagger, waving the key like a golden ticket. “Your savior has arrived."

[violctcarter]

violet rolled her eyes at her best friend. "you’re on an incredibly important mission, i know, but sometimes adults just need a little alone time, isaiah. you’ll get it when you’re older," she teased. "and stop calling it disgusting, you're gonna bruise my ego," she chuckled, her cheeks still flushed. when he claimed he was being subtle, violet let out a laugh. "i’m sure i’ll hear all about it in a couple of days. i expect feedback," she joked, glancing at reign for a second. she rested her hand on his stomach, just for a moment, as if that was enough to settle both their nerves. "oh, you're only phrasing it like that because it’s exactly what you told me. i can call you out too, bestie," she teased with a grin. she laughed even harder when he took the blame off himself. "cirque du sex-ident," she repeated, laughing. "that’s a good one." as he started hunting for the key, violet sighed; she was more than ready to get those things off, at least for a minute. "isaiah, don't try to tell me how to handle things in bed. i was doing just fine—it’s not my fault i didn't think it through before locking us in," she said, shaking her head. when he finally found the key, violet smiled. "i owe you big time." but as he started walking toward them, she held up a hand to stop him. "what are you doing?" she asked. "we needed help finding the key, but we don't need you for the rest of it," she mused. "just leave it on the nightstand, please," she said, her tone turning serious. she looked back at reign and chuckled. "i’m not done here yet."

[pocfiction]

SHAY MITCHELL as STELLA COLE DOLLFACE | S02E03, Boss Lady

[isaiahking]

Isaiah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Oh. My. God,” he said, mock-dramatic, letting each word land like a gong. “You two are disgusting." He raised an eyebrow at Violet, whose playful glare did nothing to hide her grin. Then his eyes flicked to Reign, who was awkwardly buried under the blanket, and Isaiah laughed, shaking his head. “And you, Mr. Officer Kinky—nice blanket maneuver. Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it?” Isaiah immediately rolled his eyes at her teasing, amused. “We don't do that kind of stuff," he shot back, waving his hand around a little. Isaiah let his tone drop just enough to be teasing but clear. “We’re not straight,” he said, crossing his arms again. “My bedroom antics are a little different to your two. Positions are a little different too."

Reign couldn’t help it; he wiped a hand over his face, a low chuckle escaping him as he leaned back slightly, shaking his head. "Isaiah," he started, voice laced with amusement, "back pocket of my work trousers over there, please. The keys are in there. We forgot to get them out before she locked me up." He gave a knowing look at Isaiah, his grin widening. He raised his free hand in mock surrender, as if to say, don’t even ask. Reign was definitely enjoying the chaotic energy in the room—though part of him was hoping Isaiah would hurry up and get the keys, because being cuffed wasn’t exactly comfortable for too long. But, he couldn’t deny, the whole situation was pretty hilarious in its own twisted way. Reign’s hand casually rubbed over Violet’s waist, the motion almost comforting, as his grin never faltered. He shot Isaiah a look full of playful accusation. “Besides,” he continued, voice light but pointed, “this is half your fault, Isaiah. Weren’t you the one telling Violet about you and your husband in cuffs and giving her ideas?”

[violctcarter]

the situation wasn’t ideal — she’d been so focused on putting on a show to even think about how they were supposed to take the cuffs off afterward. and because she hadn’t thought about it, now they were here, stuck, waiting for her best friend to save them. “isaiah, don’t call us disgusting, for the love of god,” she groaned, shaking her head. as isaiah turned his attention to reign, she had to bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from interrupting. “he’s really subtle, isn’t he?” she joked under her breath to reign, trying to swallow her nerves, a guilty little giggle escaping anyway. “sorry,” she added quickly, embarrassed and anxious and doing the only thing she knew: laugh through it. “oh right, different bedroom antics,” she echoed dramatically, “but practically rearranging the same guts, aren’t you, mr. officer filthy?” she shot back, teasing him with a raised brow. then she pointed straight at him. “he’s totally right though — you gave me the idea to use the cuffs. so isaiah, this is all your fault. boom.” she laughed, even if her wrist was screaming. “bestie, what if you get that key now, because my hand is literally about to fall off.”

[reign-summers]

Reign lay beneath her, the weight of Violet pressing down on him in every perfect, maddening way, the cuffs cutting into his wrists just enough to remind him that he wasn’t in full control this time—and somehow, that only made the heat inside him burn hotter. Her words hit him like sparks to kindling. It sent a sharp tug through his chest. His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t quite hide the way his pulse kicked. “Careful, Violet,” he murmured, voice rough with need, sarcasm lacing the edges like a shield he couldn’t quite keep up. “You keep saying shit like that, and I might start believing you.” When she moaned his name, when she looked down at him like he was the only man in the universe, something inside him cracked, deeper than lust, sharper than desire. He wanted to tease her, to stay in that playful line where nothing got too serious, but she was pulling him past it with every breathless word. “Fuck,” he muttered, his head pressing back into the pillow, eyes locked on hers. “Walking might be difficult after a night me, fair warning." His chest rose and fell in rough, uneven pulls as he felt himself lose whatever grip he thought he had left. "A sex god? Damn. That might be the highest compliment of my life yet." Then—sharp. A knock at the door. Reign jolted, a harsh curse spilling from his lips as his whole body tensed beneath her. For a heartbeat, he was caught between the unbearable heat of her and the jarring intrusion outside, his mind spinning. His jaw clenched, and his voice came low, biting but playful even through the frustration. "Shit, did he gave to get here this very second?" Reign grabbed the edge of the blanket with bound wrists, tugging it up and over them both in one swift motion. The heat of her body stayed pressed against his, but now cloaked in the heavy folds, their skin-to-skin chaos hidden beneath the fabric. “Stay quiet,” he muttered against her lips, the whisper low and sharp, a thread of sarcasm clinging to it even as tension throbbed in his voice.

The door creaked open after a couple of seconds, and Reign’s head whipped toward it, teeth clenched. Isaiah stood there, awkwardly shifting, eyes immediately darting to the floor then back up again. Isaiah’s gaze flicked from her messy state to the metal glint of cuffs pinning Reign’s wrists, and his grin only widened. “Well, hey guys,” he drawled, tone dripping with mock-innocence. “Fancy catching you two like this. Violet. Reign, or should I call you Officer Kinky now." Isaiah looked away again - feeling a little invasive but also amused. He knew how embarrassed they both must've felt in this moment. Isaiah knew he was here as someone they both trusted. “Here to be the savior to retrieve the key. For the cuffs, obviously." He closed his eyes for a second to get the image of them both outside of his head. "Ugh, you straight people."

[violctcarter]

violet smiled at his words, breathless. “you should start believing everything i say,” she murmured softly, looking at reign. “i don’t care if walking’s difficult, it was worth it,” she added with a breathy laugh, her hand moving to the side of his face, thumb tracing slow circles against his cheek. “you’re a sex god, i can tell you that, baby,” she whispered, leaning in, about to kiss him when the sound of the door made them both freeze. reign jolted, and violet’s heart began pounding against her chest. “isaiah really knows how to make an entrance,” she muttered under her breath as reign pulled the blanket over them. when he whispered for her to be quiet, she glanced at him with a smirk. “relax, i’m not saying anything—it’s pretty obvious what we were doing,” she whispered back. as the door opened, she gripped the blanket against her chest with one hand, rolling her eyes at isaiah’s comment. “you straight people? please, i know you do this kind of stuff with leo too, mr. king,” she teased before glancing at reign again. “sorry, i’ll stop— you can handle it, officer kinky,” she said playfully, tapping his chest, then leaning back, one hand still up because of the cuff around her waist and the other over her chest, holding the blanket still.

[reign-summers]

Reign hadn’t expected the night to spiral this way either—yet he wasn’t about to complain. The cuffs clinking above them, the faint tension of Violet’s voice edged with playful defiance, it all blended into something he couldn’t resist. His breaths came uneven, heavy, caught between moans and the shallow gasps she pulled from him. Her whispered words brushed against his ear like fire, her teasing lilt making his body tighten beneath her. His hands, trembling but deliberate, slid along her waist, nails biting gently into her skin as he tilted his head back, letting the sound of her voice and the weight of her body consume him. “You think you’re murdering me?” he rasped, voice rough, every syllable thick with desire. “No, Violet—you’re keeping me alive.” His lips caught hers for a fleeting kiss, greedy and unsteady, before he dragged them along her jaw, tasting the shiver that coursed through her. Her taunts only spurred him on. When she spoke of wrecking each other, a low laugh broke from his chest, strained but eager. “Then start with me,” he answered, his voice carrying the husky need she adored, the tone that betrayed how much control she had over him. "And I'll finish with you." His hips surged upward instinctively, meeting her movements, matching her rhythm with a desperate hunger. The sound of her moan tore through him, unraveling what little composure he had left. He gripped her tighter, eyes burning into her with a feverish intensity, breath ragged against her ear. “Be loud, Violet,” he growled softly, almost pleading. “I want to hear you break for me. I want to hear those pretty noises you can make." And with that, every thought dissolved into the rhythm of her body against his, the cuffs above them clattering in time with their movements, their world shrinking down to nothing but need, sound, and the unbearable closeness between them. The urgency cut through every breath, every thrust—because they both knew Isaiah could walk in at any moment. The cuffs rattled hard above them, a reminder of their ticking clock. Reign’s hands clamped down on Violet’s hips, dragging her down onto him with rough precision, his jaw clenched tight as he drove into her. His voice was a low growl, hot against her ear. “He’s coming soon, Violet… which means I need you to come now.” His hips slammed up with merciless force, each movement sharper than the last, as if he could pull her orgasm out of her with sheer will. “You’re dripping for me,” he rasped, sweat sliding down his temple. His thumb slipped between them, pressing against her clit in brutal circles that made her jolt. “I can feel how close you are—don’t fight it, baby." Reign groaned, the sensation of her walls clenching tight around him sending him spiraling.

[violctcarter]

the night started just as they expected—house alone, time together—until she surprised him by pulling that move with his cuffs. then the accident happened, they were locked, but instead of making a big deal of it, it felt like that had always been the plan, enjoying their time as if it was the only thing that mattered. his hands, his lips, him—everything was driving her crazy in the best ways possible. “god, i love you so much,” she blurted in the heat of the moment as his hands gripped her tighter. she hadn’t thought much of it, it just slipped out. she wanted to be loud, and she was going to be loud. those encouraging words were enough to keep violet from holding anything back, and she looked down at him—he was the definition of a handsome man, and he was all hers. “fuck, reign,” she moaned loudly. isaiah didn’t cross her mind anymore—she had forgotten about him completely. nothing was important in that moment, nothing could beat it. as reign reminded her, a pout formed on her lips, but it didn’t last long—not when she was so close. “reign,” his name fell from her mouth like honey. he was right, but even if isaiah wasn’t coming, she wouldn’t have lasted long. his movements sharpened, his hand slipped between them, and that was enough to make her see the whole galaxy. she felt herself clench around him, her mouth falling open, her breathing ragged. she looked down at reign. “reign,” she whispered breathlessly, “fuck, you look like a fucking god. and don’t make me say this—” she leaned down to kiss his lips, trembling. “fuck, i won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” violet chuckled. "you're the most amazing man i've ever met, and i don't just say that because wow, you're hot and a sex god"

[reign-summers]

Reign was wrecked. The moment the call with Isaiah ended—along with Violet’s last attempt at pretending she wasn’t visibly aroused—he was already hot under the collar, breath just slightly uneven, and utterly, maddeningly aware of how tight his boxers felt around him. The teasing in Violet’s voice, the glint in her eye… fuck. She knew what she was doing. And it wasn’t fair. Not with the way she was looking at him like that—hungry, smug, amused. She was messing with him on purpose, and it was working. Her words made Reign’s face flush hot, a slow grin creeping onto his lips, though his jaw clenched slightly in restraint. God, he wanted to argue, say something cocky, bite back with something filthy—but she kissed him first. And that was the end of him. The second her lips crashed into his, Reign groaned into her mouth. His hands, shackled as they were, managed to find her somehow—tangled into her hair, dragging her in closer like he needed her to breathe. His tongue was desperate, his body burning up, his restraint falling apart in shreds. His fingers trembled where they skimmed her neck, her hips, her chest—God, her chest—and the sound she made when he brushed over her nipple nearly killed him. “You’re trying to murder me,” he murmured, voice rough, lips dragging across her jaw, “and I’m letting you. Your best friend is going to walk into this room and have to write up a report." Reign’s head tipped back against the bed frame, panting, breathless. She straddled him. Pushed him down onto his back. Moved over him. Took control in a way that had every part of him twitching with need. He was ruined. Reign tried to keep it together, but she had him flustered—completely flustered. Eyes wild, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile, his mouth parted, a moan threatening every time her hips shifted. Reign's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with lust as her words settled in his brain. His breath caught, a crooked, stunned smile tugging at his lips. She had no idea what that did to him. Or maybe she did, which made it worse. Or better. “Make me finish?” he echoed, voice low and dangerous, every syllable dripping with something filthy. “That’s what you’re going for now, huh? Babe, you say that like it’s a threat, not a fucking invitation,” he said, his voice rough, strained, needy. “You know what you’re sitting on, right?" His free hand dragged up her thigh, slow and shaky, fingers curling slightly as if he could barely stop himself from gripping her hard. A breathy, broken laugh slipped out of him, half-moan, half-madness. “You want him to see how ruined I am—see what a mess you made of me?” Then he smirked, eyes dark. “Then do it. Wreck me. I’ll deal with the shame later.”

[violctcarter]

this wasn’t how violet expected her night to go. if she was completely honest, she knew what they were going to do, but having to call her best friend to free them from a pair of cuffs locked to her bed frame? that wasn’t what she had in mind. still, it was working in some kind of way for her. they could have stopped, waited for isaiah, but they both had other plans—it was clear in the way she spoke, in the way she kissed him, desperate to touch each other. she climbed on top of him and that was it. his lips were all over her, fingers trembling at her neck, mouth against her bare chest. then his lips brushed over her nipple and all she could feel was the air ripped out of her lungs. “i’m trying to murder you? i feel like this is our deathbed, then,” she chuckled in a whisper, eyes closed, head tilted slightly to the side to give him more access to her sensitive skin. “my best friend won’t write a report because he’s not working,” she promised—she’d make sure to keep that between the three of them. she wasn’t done, not ready for the fun to end. straddling him, hearing him pant and breathless was enough fuel to keep her going. she was loving every second of it, the way his mouth parted and moaned as she moved over him, every reaction feeding her more. “it should sound like a challenge,” she smirked, “not an invitation, not a threat,” she whispered, leaning closer to breathe those words against the shell of his ear. his words, on the other hand, were an invitation—an excuse to forget everything else and focus on themselves in that exact moment. “i love how your voice gets so husky when you’re so needy,” she whispered against his ear, trailing kisses down his chin and neck. “i feel we can wreck each other, but i’m sure we can start with you,” she smirked, leaning in closer before sliding herself over him, sinking down onto him. a loud moan escaped her lips—she wasn’t going to hold back. “i’m feeling loud tonight,” she mused, moving against him, chasing both of their releases. “reign.”

[isaiahking]

Isaiah practically melted into the couch, wine glass in hand, legs curled under him, lounging with his bestie like nothing else mattered in the world for those couple of minutes. There was something about these talks with Violet that brought out his most chaotic, playful self—because she never judged, never flinched, just matched his energy beat for beat. That was the magic of them. Always had been. “The one?!? Bitch, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He didn’t even try to hide the giddy squeal that slipped out as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest. His eyes sparkled. “I mean, I saw it. The way he looks at you? Like he just found gravity in your face. And don’t even get me started on how he is with your son—ugh. And you, out here finally admitting it like it’s casual—girl, you just said a lifetime with this man." But then she dropped the line about Reign’s heart not being little—and nothing in him being little—and Isaiah choked. “Violet!” he hissed, pointing a scandalized finger at her, eyes wide. His eyes squeezed shut. “Stop, no, stop. I can't picture that when I look at him. I won't be able to stop myself from looking down. I'm a man. I can't have that be the thought in my head." When she brought up Leo being hornier than expected, he leaned back and barked out a laugh. “Hey, don't look the quiet ones fool you. My husband knows how to get my attention when he needs too." He stopped, giving her a look. She was laughing again, and he couldn’t help joining in. “And no, I can’t say no to him. I would never say no." He shook his head, smiling to himself, and took another sip of his drink. Isaiah met her gaze, nodding. “Yeah. That part.” Then, in perfect rhythm, she raised her glass. He tapped his glass to hers, the sound sharp and clear between them. “And maybe... to the boys keeping us on our toes,” he added, smirking. Isaiah leaned in just a little, eyes playful. “And to our boyfriends absolutely ruining us—in all the best ways. Can I get an amen to that?"

[violctcarter]

being around isaiah was the easiest thing she’d ever done, he was her platonic soulmate, the person she’d take a bullet for—there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him, and just being there, chatting and laughing on a random friday afternoon felt perfect. she loved how they matched each other’s energy so well, how neither of them cared about filters or what anyone else thought, how they could say anything and it just worked. "it’s not my fault i’ve had shitty boyfriends in the past," she pointed out. "i’m glad too, bitch," she laughed. the way he looked at her, the way his eyes lit up like she was telling the best story ever, made her feel giddy and curious about what he’d say next. "ugh, is it bad that him being a great dad turns me on?" she chuckled, taking a sip of wine. "just thinking about him being such a good role model gets me all hot," she admitted honestly. "we love a man who’s good with kids," she nodded. "i hope it’s a lifetime… we haven’t really talked about what happens next though," she added, voice softer, a thought that lingered in her mind more often than she’d admit. the way isaiah choked at her bluntness made her burst out laughing. "don’t you dare look at my man’s dick," she said, pointing at him, "that’s off-limits, only i get to do that," she warned playfully. "don’t you trust me when i tell you he’s huge?" she added with a smirk. "you can’t say no to your husband when you’re like horny teenagers all the time," she teased. as isaiah kept adding to their ridiculous toast, violet smiled wide. "amen," she yelled, raising her glass and taking a sip. "i love friday meetings, you always get so unfiltered."

[reign-summers]

Reign was trying to be cool—really, he was. But the second Violet pulled out those cuffs with that damn smirk? He was done for. He’d brought the cuffs on his uniform. He knew better. He was better. And yet here they were—him shirtless, her tangled in sheets beside him, chained at the wrist to the bed frame. She looked like sin in silk. Still, nothing had made him feel more like a wanted man than Violet giving him that kind of trust. Cuffing herself to his world and handing him the key—literally and emotionally. Which made the next realisation hit even harder: they didn’t have the damn key. Reign ran a hand over his face and muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath, already knowing what the solution was. He didn’t even have to say it out loud before Violet did: Isaiah. “God, this is humiliating,” Reign groaned. His co-worker was coming to save them. Reign closed his eyes and sighed hard through his nose, jaw tight as Violet burst into laughter next to him. Reign just stared at the ceiling like it might open up and suck him into a void where best friends couldn’t hear about your sex life. “I hate how right you are,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. But then she hit him with a look, one brow raised, eyes dancing. Reign opened his mouth, paused, then gave her a look. One part flustered, one part entirely too turned on. “You are turning me on looking like you do." She laughed, clearly not letting up. “I swear to God,” he muttered, shifting closer to her, “You say officer kinky one more time and I’m—” He growled low in his throat, half-annoyed, half-losing his damn mind. Before he could respond, her mouth was on his—hot, slow, claiming—and his hand instinctively moved to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair. The sound of the cuff chain dragging slightly above them. Reign’s breath hitched against her mouth as her body pressed into his. Every second that passed, every breath that stuttered between them, only made it harder to think straight. One of his wrists was cuffed to hers—tight, unrelenting, stuck—and it was driving him insane. Not just because they were literally locked in place, but because he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to. The frustration lit something up in him—made his jaw clench, made his mouth move more hungrily against hers. He shifted, the cuff clinking above them, metal scraping against metal as he tried to move and failed. His other hand, the only free one he had, slid down her side, fingers splayed wide like he couldn’t touch her fast enough. He started with her hip, slow at first, almost reverent—like he was making the most of the access he did have. But it didn’t stay gentle for long. His hand roamed up her ribcage. His fingers dragged across bare skin like he needed to memorise every inch before the moment disappeared. “You have no idea how much I hate this cuff right now,” he growled low against her neck, lips brushing her pulse before he bit down just lightly enough to make her gasp. His palm slid up over her chest, teasing just to frustrate her the way she had him, thumb grazing over a nipple with maddening slowness. “This is all I get? One hand?” he muttered, breath hot, mouth grazing hers again. “You cuff me and expect me to behave?” His free hand gripped her thigh now, fingers digging in a little rougher, sliding higher. His mouth dropped open like he was trying not to groan, like touching her was the only thing keeping him from losing it. “Keep looking at me like that,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “And I swear, I’m gonna snap this chain.”

[violctcarter]

she hated how her little joke had ended with them not only trapped but having to ask isaiah to save them. she knew her best friend was going to tease them both about this until the end of time—he wasn’t going to let it die, ever, and violet knew she’d be reminded of it until the day she died. as the call ended and they were left alone, stuck and waiting for isaiah, she tried to stay still, ignore how turned on the whole situation had her, but it was impossible—not with reign looking like that, so effortlessly hot. “i feel like it’s not the way i look at you, it’s just that you’re horny as fuck,” she teased, a smile playing on her lips. she wanted to come up with a comeback to his little threat, but instead she crashed her lips against his—that was answer enough, even if a part of her still wanted to ask what he’d do if she called him officer kinky again. the way his hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, only made her want more. his mouth got hungrier, his hands roaming her body in a way that drove her crazy. she wished she could feel both of his hands on her, wished she could touch him the way she wanted to. her mind short-circuited as his hands moved from her hips, up her torso, over her chest. “i have two different feelings about this cuff,” she breathed, “i hate it, but you look so hot being this desperate to touch me.” a soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers brushed over her nipple—he was definitely doing it to torture her. “i expected cuffs would do the opposite of making me behave,” she smirked, her voice low. his touch was getting rougher and it was driving her insane. “oh, i’d love to see you snap this chain, but…” her free hand pushed him gently down onto the bed as she moved to straddle him, sliding over his lap, one leg at either side. her hand rested over him and she looked down at him from her new position, eyes dark with mischief. “why don’t we just get creative? i can feel how hard you are… i bet i could make you finish before isaiah even gets here,” she teased, rolling her hips against his with a grin. “c’mon, officer kinky.”

[reign-summers]

Reign hadn’t expected the night to turn into a full-blown situation, but when Violet pulled out the cuffs with that glint in her eye and started reciting a sultry, half-mocking Miranda warning, something in him lit up. The shift from playful to bold had his full attention. She was fire—always had been—but this side of her? Taking control, pushing buttons, pushing his buttons? It made his pulse thrum in his neck. Still, he didn’t give her all the power. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. That wasn’t their dynamic. So when she leaned in close, lips hovering just shy of his, teasing him like she owned the moment, Reign let her have that illusion—right until he didn’t. With deliberate ease, he took her wrist, raised it, and cuffed the second shackle to his own. Click. Satisfying. A little smug. He was proud of the move—until he felt the lock jam. The metal didn’t give when he tested it. The hinge stuck. His expression shifted instantly. Training kicked in. His body tensed. He tried again. Nothing. A beat passed, and he exhaled through his nose. Calm. Controlled. But he already knew—they weren’t getting out of this without help. He looked down at the cuffs. Standard issue. Should’ve known better than to mess with them off-duty. Still, in the moment, it had been worth it. Violet had looked incredible. But now? Now he was cuffed to his girlfriend in the middle of her bedroom, no keys, no backup, and the only other adults he trusted enough to call were definitely going to turn this into a permanent joke. Isaiah. He was probably the only option that Violet trusted. Reign let out a quiet, almost defeated laugh under his breath. There was no way he was getting out of this without paying the price. He already imagined the smirk on Isaiah’s face. Reign stared down at their cuffed wrists, then at the empty stretch of floor where Violet’s phone had landed—just out of reach, of course. He tugged lightly, testing the metal again even though he already knew it was pointless. Stuck. He exhaled through his nose, half a sigh, half a laugh. "Hey Siri," he called out, voice dry. "Call Isaiah." There was a pause. Then the chime. "Calling Isaiah." Reign shut his eyes. “God help me.” The phone rang. One ring, two—and then Isaiah’s voice came on, all bright and smug and already suspicious. 'Reign. What’s up?' Reign glanced at the cuffs, then up at the ceiling like he was asking for patience. “Hey… so,” he started slowly, already smiling even though he was trying to sound serious. “Don’t laugh.” There was a beat. "We, uh… might’ve used some handcuffs for some… recreational bonding, and now we're both locked against the bed frame with the keys the other side of the room." Isaiah snorted instantly. Reign could feel his body go red hot. “Fuck’s sake,” Reign muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “Please get here as soon as you can." 'On my way, Officer Kinky.” Click. Reign groaned and looked at Violet. “Is Isaiah going to hold this above our heads for the rest of our lives?” Then he turned his head, eyes finding hers, the embarrassment fading into something slower, softer... hungrier. A beat passed. He was still feeling some type of way being trapped with Violet like this. "You wanna keep kissing me until he gets here?"

[violctcarter]

violet was someone confident—no one could ever tell her otherwise—but the way she pulled out his cuffs and acted like she owned the place? that only happened because reign was the one in that room with her. he brought out that playful, charming side of her, the one that made her want to do anything with him. she trusted him enough to let him cuff her to a bed; the way he talked, looked at her, and smiled was more than enough for violet to know he was the right guy. things didn’t stop when he looked her up and down, but once the teasing started, it was like they were caught in their own world—cuffed to her bed, trapped together like nothing else mattered. it felt risky but amazing, enough to make violet wish it could last forever—until reality hit and she realized they were actually stuck. panic crept into her chest. they had no keys. they were stuck. the only person she trusted with her kids—and her spare keys—was isaiah. of course it had to be him. she already knew how this was going to go: isaiah would never let them live this down. she laid next to reign as he asked his phone to call isaiah, listening as her boyfriend tried to explain the situation as modestly as he could. isaiah’s teasing voice came through immediately, and when he called reign “officer kinky,” she let out a loud scoff. “isaiah,” she groaned, covering her face with her free hand. when the call ended, she sighed, shaking her head. “isaiah is going to hold this over our heads forever,” she said, resigned. “this is going to come up in every conversation, no matter what—he’ll always find a way to bring it up,” she chuckled, knowing she was being a little dramatic but not entirely wrong. at reign’s question, she looked over at him. “seriously, this is turning you on?” she asked teasingly. “you’re crazy, officer kinky,” she smirked, leaning in to press her lips against his, her free hand moving to the back of his head as she pressed her body closer to his, her other hand still resting above her head, chained to reign.

[isaiahking]

Isaiah leaned back in his chair, a glass of something half-finished in his hand, and watched Violet with a half-smile tugging at his lips. He’d always loved the way she talked—unguarded, funny, and full of this effortless mix of chaos and warmth. But tonight, there was a different kind of glow to her, a softness he didn’t see often. And it all started with one name. Reign. Isaiah raised an eyebrow as she talked—about how hot Reign was, how good he was with Ayiden, how he checked every damn box on her list. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t joke the way he usually would. Not right away. Because when she said 'I think he’s the one, Zaya,' with that careful, cautious hope in her voice, Isaiah felt it. Violet had been through it. If anyone deserved someone good, it was her. He smiled, setting down his drink, voice warm and teasing when he finally responded. “Damn, the one, huh?” He grinned, but his eyes softened. “I’m happy for you, Vi. Really. Just don’t let him mess that up, or I’ll break his hot, gentle little heart.” When the conversation swerved—as it always did with them—he snorted at her Leo comment. “Oh no, not you underestimating my man,” he said, pointing a finger at her like a mock warning. “Cute doesn’t mean boring. You have no idea, girl. He even surprises me.” By the time Violet was cracking up at the gear stick line, Isaiah was laughing right along with her, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Hey, don’t blame me for the visual!” he said between chuckles. “I was just trying to drive. Leo had other plans. I'm not gonna complain if my husband wants to put his hands on me. Who am I to say no?" At the cuff confession, he gave her a look—eyebrows raised, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Still got a few things left on the list, yeah,” he admitted with a wink. “And yes, Leo had the cuffs on me one time. I mostly take charge with the ideas though." When Violet made her stretch comment, Isaiah let out a deep, dramatic mmhmm, like he was the judge on a talent show. “Well damn,” he said, giving her an impressed nod. “Okay, mom-flex. But you better tell Reign to bring his A-game, or he’s gonna get humbled real quick.” He clinked his glass against hers, eyes gleaming. “Look at us—grown, sexy, still out here doing the most. I’m proud of us, Vi. Like, seriously—what are the odds? You and Reign, me and Leo… we both found the ones. And not just ‘someone decent to tolerate’—but like… actual, real ones. The good kind. The kind you didn’t think existed after all the crap we’ve been through.”His eyes sparkled with that mix of fondness and disbelief that came with knowing just how hard it had been to get here. “I love this for us. And I love bestie time,” Isaiah said, tapping her glass with his. “We should do this more often. Like, scheduled therapy with wine and way too much oversharing."

[violctcarter]

talking to isaiah about boys was something they’d done since they were teenagers—after all, they could both play the same game. isaiah told her when he had a crush on a boy, she told him about another, and they could just talk, no filters, no judgment. talking about reign was easy, she didn’t have to think about it; the words that came out of her mouth were exactly what she felt, clear as day. and for the first time, she’d admitted something she hadn’t even let herself think about before—he could be the one. reign was the one. the way he treated not only nala but her own son, the way he was there for her and made her feel real, steady love? it was enough for violet to realize she wanted to spend the rest of her life with reign. “you were trying not to tease but here you are,” she joked, catching how he let her speak before slipping in the tease. “he won’t mess it up,” she nodded. “oh, protective isaiah, i love that side of you,” she winked playfully. “oh, let me tell you, his heart is not little—nothing in him is,” she teased, raising her eyebrows as she tried not to laugh at her own ridiculous comment. at his pointing finger, she raised her hands in mock defense. “i didn’t mean he was boring—he’s got such a cute face! i just didn’t expect him to be that horny. i mean, i know you, but... leo seemed less horny than you. i was wrong,” she laughed. “oh, i definitely blame you—it wasn’t just the hand on your thigh...” she trailed off, catching herself. “i’m not even going to finish that sentence. you were all hot, and everyone in that car could feel it, one way or another,” she laughed, shaking her head. “you can’t say no to him, i’m sure,” she grinned. “now my whole view of leo has changed—look at him using cuffs on a policeman! go leo, i hope he shows you just how bad you can be,” she said, bursting out laughing—not just at her words, but how she said them. “oh, i think he knows about the mom-flex,” she added with another laugh. she sighed, looking at her best friend with a warm smile. “we really are lucky—not just because of the boys, but because we have each other,” she said softly. “oh, i love oversharing wine therapy,” she nodded with a smile. “best thing that happened today, for sure,” she added, lifting her glass toward isaiah’s. “to more moments like this.”

[isaiahking]

Isaiah leaned back with a knowing grin, his eyes lighting up in that mischievous way that always meant trouble. He was the kind of person who wore loyalty like a shield and wasn’t afraid to tease, but when it came down to it, he’d always have Violet’s back, no matter what. When she mentioned Ayiden’s dad and how looks didn’t make a good person, he just nodded, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. “Yeah, looks can be deceiving, but with Reign? Sounds like you found someone who checks all the boxes,” he said, his voice softening just a little, as if to show he respected what she had with him. "Maybe you’ve found the one," he repeated, his tone light, but there was warmth there. "I can see it. You’re happy. And that’s what matters. I just want you to have someone who makes you feel like you can breathe, you know?" As she laughed softly and accepted his teasing for now, he let his smirk return. But when the conversation took an unexpected turn and Violet mentioned being safe, Isaiah’s grin faltered for a second, but he recovered quickly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “Okay, okay, I see how it is,” he said with mock exasperation, his voice still teasing. “I just know you’ve got a lot of good reasons for your choices. Sometimes raw can be fun though, just saying. I just can't get my boyfriend pregnant from it though." He dragged a hand down his face, half in mock exasperation, half because he was genuinely trying not to lose it. “You act like this is shocking,” he said, grinning. “Have you met us?” The moment she mentioned the “premium best friend pack,” Isaiah shook his head, already laughing again. “Hey, you subscribed—don’t complain about the content.” But then she hit him with the Leo comment, and Isaiah straight-up cackled, pointing a finger at her like she was too much. “You absolutely cannot tease him—” He shot her a look, eyes playful but knowing. “But seriously, if you say one word to him, just know… I will retaliate. And I’m pettier than you think." Isaiah grinned, his voice dropping to a teasing tone as he leaned in slightly. "Just know that he was being hands-on while I was driving, if you catch my drift," he said, giving her a sly wink. "He wanted me to swap with somebody, so that gas station stop really came in handy. I was his gear stick." Isaiah couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face as the conversation took an unexpected turn. His eyes twinkled with mischief, knowing exactly what kind of reaction he was about to get. "And yeah," he said casually, as if it was no big deal, "we've used handcuffs in the bedroom too." He leaned back with a grin, watching Violet’s reaction, clearly amused by how this conversation was unfolding. Isaiah laughed, shaking his head. “Honestly, it was kinda hot. There’s something about giving up control for a minute on either side that just… hits different, you know?” Then, with a wink: “Ten outta ten. Would recommend. Just make sure you stretch first.”

[violctcarter]

violet hadn't had much luck with her previous boyfriends, starting with ayiden’s dad and ending with austin. love hadn’t been kind to her—but somehow, reign felt like the best thing that had ever happened. he was nice, hot, gentle—who wouldn’t want someone like that? not to mention how good he was with kids, both his own and ayiden. there was just something about a man who was great with children that violet found undeniably attractive. "you can't judge a book by its cover but, reign's cover is so good—and the content too," she smiled, shaking her head playfully at her own words. "he checks all the boxes," she added with a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "i don't want to say it too loud, but i think he's the one, zaya," she nodded, her voice full of cautious hope. as their conversation shifted, violet laughed—it was normal for them to bounce from topic to topic, and when it came to talking about sex, she and isaiah were an open book with each other. "oh, i’ve met you, but leo? he’s way too cute and adorable to have a spicy side," she joked. "i’m not complaining though, now i’m all in," she smirked, shrugging. when isaiah pointed his finger at her playfully, she raised her hands in mock defense. "damn it," she chuckled, knowing she wouldn’t actually tease leo, but the idea alone made her grin. "oh, is that a threat, king?" she teased, raising her eyebrows at him. as he started telling the story, violet rested her chin on her hand, pretending she was listening to something deeply important. "touching you while you drove? not the safest move for mr cop," she teased, then cracked up. "you were his gear stick? you kill me!" she laughed, shaking her head. "okay, now i won’t be able to look at leo like an angel again," she joked—even though she totally still would—but knowing they got worked up in a moving car? that was kind of hot. when isaiah admitted they’d used the cuffs, her eyebrows lifted. "do you two still have things left to try?" she smirked. "giving up control, huh? was leo the one using the cuffs on you?" she asked with a teasing glance. "stretch? oh, i’m pretty flexible even after having a kid," she added confidently. "can’t be that hard—i’m sure reign can take control of that."

[reign-summers]

Reign couldn’t take his eyes off her—not when she looked at him like that, all playful dominance and wicked charm. There was something magnetic in the way she said it. The grin she wore, full of fire and confidence, only made him want her more. He shifted without hesitation when she told him to move closer, letting her take the lead with that same quiet smile he always wore when she surprised him—which was often. Reign was used to being the one in control, the one reading the room and setting the tone, but with Violet? He liked handing it over. She made it feel effortless. Safe. Sexy. When her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she looped the chain through the headboard, he tilted his head slightly, watching her work like she was the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. She was focused but smiling, and her touch, though confident, was still gentle—like even this little game meant something more. His lips parted, caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan, but her next words—“so I’d stay quiet if I were you”—sealed it. Reign pressed his tongue against his cheek, clearly fighting back a smirk as the click of the cuff echoed in the air and locked him in.He looked up at her, completely taken—not just by the moment, but by her. The fire, the sweetness, the boldness. She was everything. Reign couldn’t help it. He leaned in as far as the cuffs would allow, his voice low and rough. “Oh, baby,” he said, gaze locked on hers, “we were always gonna be.” He shifted, smoothly reaching for her free wrist with a grin that bordered on wicked. “You think you’ve got control, huh?” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “Let’s share.” With one swift, fluid movement, he gently lifted her wrist and clipped the other cuff just above his own, locking it into place on the headboard. Their hands, now bound together, rested side by side—his skin warm against hers. The chain clinked softly between them. “There,” he whispered, brushing his lips just below her ear, “now we’re really in this together.” His other hand slid down the curve of her back, slow and sure, fingertips trailing over the back of her panties. Just as the heat between them started to flare again, something in Reign’s expression shifted. A beat. A pause. A flicker of something darker beneath his eyes. His breath caught for just a second—subtle, but enough. He blinked hard. His lips parted in slow realisation, and he blinked at her, half amused, half horrified. “Uh… Violet,” he said, voice low but edged with disbelief. “I think we have two problems.” He lifted their cuffed hands slightly, the chain clinking for dramatic effect. “Problem one—we’re practically naked.” Then he nodded toward the door, raising his eyebrows. "Problem two—the key… is in the back pocket of my work trousers - by the door." He stared for another second, then let out a laugh, dropping his head back against the headboard. He shifted just a little closer, his thigh brushing against hers, the air between them charged and warm. “Guess you really did arrest me, huh?” he said, voice low, teasing. “Locked me up and everything. I think we might need to call someone because we aren't escaping these without some help."

[violctcarter]

when violet got the cuffs she never expected it to take that turn, but what could she say, seeing reign in full cop mode had completely turned her on. the way he looked at her, how he carefully and deliberately touched her body, wanting her to melt against his hands—it was so hot, and suddenly she understood why leo and isaiah were into that kind of thing. maybe she was going to get addicted to it too. but then she flipped the script, took control, reciting a sexy version of that rights speech she’d heard in a million crime shows. the way they looked at each other said it all—they were both in it, both having fun. with the kids over at isaiah’s, they had the night to themselves. reign trying not to smirk while she teased him only made her bolder. there was something about him that pulled that fire out of her. "who would’ve thought officer dreamy could be this bad," she smiled, leaning in to brush her lips against his but not quite kissing him. she liked this little bit of control—until it slipped. reign lifted her wrist and clipped the other cuff above his. her eyes widened, a grin spreading across her lips. "we’ve always been in this together," she smirked, and as his hand slid down her back, she leaned in to kiss his neck, completely lost in the moment. she didn’t notice the shift in his face until his body tensed. pulling away instantly, she opened her mouth to apologize, but his words hit first. "what?" she panicked, eyes wide. "no, no, no," she repeated, shaking her head. "oh my god," she muttered, her voice rising. "we are not calling one of your friends, they can’t see me like this," she stressed, practically hiding behind her cuffed hands. "fuck, reign." she groaned, covering her face. "isaiah’s the only option. but i can’t reach my phone, can you?" she asked, more desperate now. "reign, god..."

[reign-summers]

Reign's eyes softened as he met Violet's gaze, his focus intense but filled with a quiet kind of tenderness. The atmosphere between them had shifted, the playful banter taking on a deeper, more intimate energy. He couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the connection, the trust that was building with each passing moment, as if they were both testing the waters of something entirely new. And, in a way, they were—something felt wonderfully right about the slow pace and the way they were discovering each other. Her suggestion of both of them being cuffed made him pause. "Both of us cuffed?" Reign repeated softly, his voice still playful but carrying the weight of something more serious now. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke, the proximity sending a soft shiver through both of them. “You’ve got quite the bold side to you, don’t you?” He let the question linger, not expecting an answer but enjoying the way she challenged him. She wasn’t afraid to express herself, to go after what she wanted—and that was something Reign admired deeply. He hadn’t expected to be drawn to this side of her, but now that he was, he found himself captivated by her presence. As he held the cuffs in his hand, his thumb brushing over the cold metal, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about taking control; it was about making sure she felt safe, respected, and cared for. Reign was in no rush; every moment with her felt significant, like it mattered. Reign moved to lie on his back - kicking off his sweatpants and leaving him just in his boxer shorts. With a gentle touch, he slid one cuff around her wrist, careful, deliberate. The metal clicked into place, and he took a moment to look at her, a smile playing on his lips. The room was charged with a slow, steady tension now, the heat building not just from desire, but from the understanding between them. Reign moved closer, his hand resting lightly on her wrist, his thumb brushing softly against the cuff, grounding her in the moment. He started to kiss up the girl's chest, to her neck, letting the moment linger for a couple of minutes more. "You're the baddest, Violet. It's almost criminal how hot you're being." He looked at the other handcuff dangling from Violet's wrist. "Want to do the honor of cuffing the police officer and telling him exactly what he's being arrested for?"

[violctcarter]

that way they were starting their alone night felt so good, she had never pictured herself in that position, but she was enjoying the moment and their connection more than she ever expected. the way reign’s hands felt on her, the way he looked at her, the soft but demanding tone in his voice even while they were in her place—it was all too much, too good, making violet feel giddy and buzzing inside. she was bold by nature, and tonight, she didn’t just want to take what reign gave her, she wanted to play, to tease, to make it fun. “both of us, officer, i feel like we’ve both been really bad,” she winked playfully at him. when he leaned in and whispered against her ear, a shiver ran down her spine, her breath caught in her throat—he had no idea how crazy he made her feel just with his voice. “you can’t imagine how bold i can be, baby,” she flirted, her tone teasing, challenging him with something even she hadn’t planned. she admired reign—how he moved, how he kept checking in with his eyes without breaking character, how gentle he was even as he stayed in his role. she followed him to the bed, biting her lip when he slipped out of his sweatpants, and then he carefully placed one of the cuffs around her wrist, the cold metal sending a thrill through her. there was something intimate about the way he did it—gentle, focused, like even that moment was meant to be savored. when their eyes met again, she grinned, her heart skipping. he moved in, and her mind just went blank—when he kissed her chest and neck, it felt like touching heaven. “oh, i like breaking the law, what can i say?” she teased. taking the other cuff in hand, curiosity lit in her eyes. “oh, i want to do the honor,” she said with a grin, “since you’re extremely bad, i need you a little closer to the head of the bed.” she waited until he moved, then slid the chain through one of the headboard’s spaces, her fingers wrapping gently around his wrist. “reign summers, you’re under arrest for making me this horny by just cuffing me—anything you say will be used against you in court, so i’d stay quiet if i were you,” she joked, not quite remembering how the real quote ended. the click of the cuff locking around his wrist echoed softly, and her smile widened. “i feel like we can be bad together now.”