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Hello! I am Alina. I'm here to be able to chat,and talk about stuff I cannot on other platforms,aswell as being able to connect with people about personal stuff I enjoy!

I am European,living in the Eastern part. As my timezone is GMT+3.

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Rude and Disrespectful people. People who make serious conversations a pure joke. I hate certain food,object and/or material textures and feelings on my skin. I dont wanna interact with anyone that's homophobic,transphobic,racist,xenophobe and the list could go on forever! But I hope you realise who I'm talking about. (Including,toxic people)

☆ My Sexuality,Gender and Pronouns are:

I am currently Omnisexual.

I do not label my gender.

I only go by they/them pronouns.

╰┈➤ !!I am not diagnosed and I also do not self diagnose!! I am aware I have mental health problems that I cannot get diagnosed for yet!!

I hope we can get along,aswell as posting stuff that can bring us to have a relatble/mutual connection!

This is THE BEST thing I heard in MONTHS.

[MIS]BEHAVE, zayne (黎深)

one, two, twelve, you’ve lost count, your ass is red, tears have dried on your cheeks, and zayne…zayne is nowhere near done.

NOTES ও the mere idea of brat-tamer zayne makes me want to act up so bad just so he can put me back in my place 😮‍💨

CONTENT ও spanking (obviously), fem!reader, brat-tamer zayne, fingering, slightly mean!zayne & aftercare bc im sensitive, reader and zayne are married, lowercase intended.

“and that makes how many?”

you hear him in the back of your mind, but his words don’t properly register. your throat is raw, your cheeks are stained with tears as your chest heaves upwards. bent over zayne’s lap, it takes all your strength and focus to catch your breath—let alone answer him. 

another harsh, quick spank lands on your ass. 

“ah! t—twelve? thirteen, i…i don’t—ah!” you yelp, squeezing your eyes shut as if that might help dull the sting. his hand lifts into the air again, and you quickly stammer the correct number out. “fourteen! fourteen! i—it’s fourteen!”

zayne lets out a pleased hum, and you sigh in relief when he chooses to rub the still highly sensitive, incredibly sore, fat of your ass rather than striking it again. you wince, even the brief respite having you on edge. 

part of you wonders if you’d taken it too far today.

“six more to go, then,” he mumbles, eliciting a soft whine from you. it slips out on accident, born from your subconscious that was doubting whether you could take six more of his bruising hits. zayne huffs, hearing your protest. “what? you don’t agree?”

 you choose to stay silent. a tension starts to brew within your stomach as soon as the tender rubbing stops. his hand stills on your ass, and it makes you gulp.

“because i, for one, think 20 is a rather fitting punishment, considering your little escapade lasted just as many minutes,” he says, matter-of-factly, with the same tone in his voice as usual. the casual dominance, the cold affection. it gets you wet—embarrassingly so, even.

“…i’m sorry,” you squeak out, voice soft as you hide your face in the sheets. though, you really weren’t. 

if given the chance, you’d make the same exact choices again to ensure you’d end up just like this. face down, bent over his lap, with your ass up and bared for him as his frustration gets taken out on it. 

“are you?” zayne says, the edge to his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “surprising me at the office after i explicitly told you i could use no distraction today, crawling under my desk when the new intern comes to debrief for the day, and daring—“ he spanks you again, and the sound you let out is a mixture of a moan and a whine. “—to suck me off until he finally leaves. are you that impatient?”

“i—i just missed you,” you mumble, squeaking when he spanks you again. this one’s harder—sharper, almost. “fifteen, sixteen, sorry, i’m sorry!”

zayne scoffs. perhaps what you did could be considered uncouth. and maybe it did piss your husband off as indented, but you know zayne, and based on the amount he’d spilled down your throat—you know he enjoyed it. never before did he cum that much from just a blowjob, with you having to struggle to swallow it all; hastily scooping the drops that overflowed from your mouth up before it could drip onto the floor. 

that still doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t listen to him, though.

“missed me?” he repeats, almost spitting the words out. he sounds like he’s seething, and you’d be a little worried of him being actually downright angry if you didn’t feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your stomach through his slacks. your cunt flutters around nothing, the so-called ‘anger’ rolling off him in waves only making you crave him more. “was the load i left in you this morning not enough?”

“i didn’t say th—“

he spanks you again. fast, and harsh, angled in just the right way to make you wail. “i fucked you back to sleep,” he nearly growls out. “and still.” he hits your ass again, and you feel his dick twitch beneath you as you groan. “still it wasn’t enough to make you behave.”

“i’m sorry,” you say, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears welling up in your eyes. it feels so good, all while hurting so bad. the sting slowly starts to turn into a burn. you want more, while wanting less, but most prominently you want him. “i…” zayne spanks you again, and you grit your teeth to keep a scream from coming out. “seventeen, e—eighteen, nineteen. one, there’s one left, r—right? just one more?”

zayne laughs, and the once comforting sound now fills you with a confusing mixture of dread and excitement. 

your breath trembles as he gently places his hand on your ass. it’s blooming with clear signs of irritation, the discoloration clearly visible, and you fail to withhold a whimper as he starts rubbing circles on it—on you. he kneads the flesh in his hand, the movement both soothing yet irritating to your already sensitive skin. 

he’s silent for a moment. a different silence compared to his usual reservedness, and you feel its difference in the air. 

then, without a word, his hand lowers between your cheeks and a swift finger dips between your folds. he’s quick, methodical, in his movements, as if he’s simply satisfying a curiosity. 

“ah, w—wait!” you keen, caught off guard. he gathers the slick between your legs, almost toying with your pussy just because. your face heats up. “zayne, i…”

“you’re enjoying this,” he states, a barely suppressed smile on his face. his fingers travel to your entrance, having gathered enough of your wetness to lube themselves up, and you let out a long, drawn-out moan as two of them slowly slide inside of you. zayne scoffs in amusement. “too much, it seems. my fingers slide right in, barely any pushback. how interesting.”

interesting, but not surprising. you and zayne had tried spanking once before, but never to this extent. it was just something to try out, something new to dabble in after you’d heard one of your friends speak about it. it was good, but this—this was on a whole other level. perhaps, he realises now, you enjoy spanking better when his heart is in it; when the mean slaps he gives out are born from a place of true frustration. stickiness clings to your thighs, with some of it leaking down and dirtying his pants. 

“did you plan this?” he asks then, curling his fingers inside you. he angles them upwards, and a soft, blissful moan graces his ears as he keeps bumping them into the spot he knows will have you reeling. his fingers move in and out of your dripping cunt at a steady rythm, leaving you to squirm on his lap as you try to fuck yourself back on them each time he pulls them out. “did you want me to lose my patience with you? do you enjoy seeing me like this?”

your pussy clenches around him, and he laughs at the feeling. it’s filled with disbelief and a hint of pride, and it makes you feel a little embarrassed, but, god, if it isn’t hot. 

“how unbecoming,” he mutters, adding a third finger. you gasp, and frantically reach for your bedsheets as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. the pace he sets is rough, unforgiving, really, and it has you so close to the edge so quickly. it’s as if he knows, because he immediately starts to slow down as soon as the thought forms in your head. you let out a strangled whine. “riling me up at my place of work, acting out for a crumb of attention, what am i gonna do with you, hm?” 

“z—zayne,” you stammer, clawing at his lower arm to steady yourself. it helps a little, at first, but quickly amounts to nothing when zayne uses his other hand to reach for your clit. you immediately clench around his fingers, the way he’s pinching your clit sending waves of pleasure down your spine. “please, please, please, i’m—so, so, ah, so close, i’ll be good from now on, promise! please, just let me—!”

“a brat and a liar,” he interrupts. the finality in his voice surprises you, and you crane your neck to look back at him. what you find makes your heart flutter. the look in his eyes is so opposite to the sound of his voice. the softness within them, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, the sheer love for you that he seems to carry. “you’re lucky i seem to be particularly fond of this brat. go on, let yourself go. cum for me. your punishment is up, anyway.” 

briefly, very briefly, you think that’s not true. you only counted nineteen spanks. but zayne doesn’t give you much time to dwell on it. his hand leaves your clit, and you mourn its loss for just a second before he starts grinding his thigh up against it instead. with his other hand free now, he delivers the final, punishing slap on your ass as he pushes you over the edge. 

“f—fuck!” you wail, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm crashes into you. you cum, bent over his lap, soaking his fingers with your release as pain and euphoria flow through you simultaneously. “fuck, fucking—ah, fuck.”

zayne guides you through it, the movement of his fingers slowing down the more you seem to calm down. he eases them out of your pussy gently, and the downright filthy squelch that accompanies it makes your face heat up. your breathing is erratic, your chest heaving up and down, but when zayne presents you his fingers to clean them up—you open your mouth and do so without him even having to utter a word. 

he hums in satisfaction. “docile, obedient, but such a crude mouth,” zayne muses. “it seems we’ll have to work on that next time.”

your walls clench around nothing at the thought of a next time. 

it’s quiet for a bit after that, save for your ragged breathing as it tries to catch up after everything that just passed between you two. the silence isn’t heavy at all, it feels reverent, sacred almost, as if the world itself paused to let you linger in the aftermath a little longer.  

zayne shifts beneath you, careful and deliberate as he reaches one arm behind himself. the motion nudges you ever so slightly on his lap, and a wince escapes you as a sharp sting ripples through the skin of your backside. you bite your lip, unable to stop the heat that rises in your cheeks—though you’re certain the color on them is nothing compared to the vivid shades of red painting your ass. 

you can’t help but wonder if his handprint is still there, etched onto you like a mark of something far more tender than punishment. the thought alone makes you draw in a breath, deep and heady. oh, you really hope it’s there. 

trying to break the haze with a smile, you glance over your shoulder. “so… what’s the damage?” you ask, your voice light and teasing as an attempt to bring a little playfulness back after such intensity. 

zayne glances at you with a soft look and gently adjusts you in his lap. “hold still,” he murmurs, his voice low and calm. there’s a quiet click as he uncaps something in his hand. 

you crane your neck, trying to peer up at him from your position. “what’s that?”

“a cream,” he replies, and before you can ask more, a cool sensation brushes against your heated skin. you exhale a trembling moan, the contrast of temperatures instantly soothing the ache. “i picked it up after last time,” he adds, tone almost sheepish. “thought it might come in handy, if… you ever wanted to go there again. it helps with the sting.”

your heart squeezes in your chest. of course he thought of such a thing. of course he thought of you. you watch him in silence, eyes soft as he applies the ointment with painstaking care. the man who, mere moments ago, unraveled you with such intensity is now so gentle, so focused, like he’s trying to put every piece of you back together again himself. 

“you missed a spot,” you whisper playfully, wiggling your ass just a little.

zayne pauses, looking down at you with mock exasperation. “pretty sure i hit every spot,” he says dryly. you smother your giggle behind a hand, catching the smirk tugging at his lips too. but his gaze sobers rather quickly, searching your face. “…are you okay?”

you meet his eyes, warmth swelling in your chest. “i’m okay,” you say honestly, reaching for his hand as he helps you ease off his lap. you shift onto your side instead, still a bit too sore to sit fully. the mattress dips beside you as he lies down, instantly reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear with that same devoted gentleness.

“i wasn’t too harsh?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper now. 

“not even close.” 

“too rough?”

you shake your head. “no.” 

“...too mean?”

you let out a soft laugh, pressing a hand to his cheek before bringing your forehead to rest against his. “zayne,” you murmur, voice full of warmth. “you were perfect.”

a breath of relief leaves him. it’s quiet, and very subtle, and his lips morph into a smile right after. it’s small, just a slight quirk of his lips, but it’s more than enough. “that’s good,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in it; the need for him to hear those words. 

you lean in to kiss him, slow and sweet, before muttering against his lips. “i love you,” you whisper, and peck him again. 

he lets you, kissing you back as his arms pull you in closer. “i love you, too,” he mumbles against your lips. “even if you do love to test my limits.” 

you laugh softly, and curl into his chest, letting your body melt into his. the scent of his cologne welcomes you, making you feel right at home, and you press a kiss to the sensitive skin of his neck. 

“and, hey, who knows, maybe next time we can try degradation.” 

“absolutely not.”

“yeah, thought so.”

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