#...i mean unless i suck it up and keep going on the controller

[halfdeadfriedrice]

Well the GOAL for the weekend was to get a wireless keyboard and make another run at baldurs gate (this time on the Good TV and also with the full depth of controls) but I have ended up ordering one online that won't get here til Sunday, so!! The weekend opens up.

[saatorus]

— freak like me ୨ৎ

based off of this post

wc — 2.8k

warnings — oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, genuinely just 2.8k words of filth bc i need satoru :3

Sometimes, you truly want to grab your husband by the shoulders and genuinely ask him what the hell is wrong with him.

In a purely cute, loving, wifey way, of course.

You had been lounging at home, listless but not tired, charged up but not in a productive way. The kind of restless where you start wiping already-clean counters just to burn energy. Or reorganizing your skincare drawer for the fourth time that week.

Your body felt hot under the skin, like something in you was coiled up and ready to snap. There was only one explanation for this kind of jittery, razor-sharp awareness running under your skin like a live wire. So, like any other normal person, you opened your period tracking app.

Yup. Ovulating.

Fantastic. That explained the horniness bordering on religious fervor. Everything in your body was screaming breed like it was written in your DNA. So, just like any other wife with the patience of a saint and the self-control of a demigod, you texted your husband Satoru at work.

You 12:47PM

hey u

quick q

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

answer is yes unless it’s illegal

You 12:48PM

r u busy or r u like pretend busy like usual

Husband (derogatory) 12:48PM

ur sounding like ur abt to ask me to pick up toilet paper and i hate that tone

what’s up

You 12:49PM

im ovulating

Husband (derogatory) 12:49PM

oh👀

ok. and?

You 12:49PM

so when u get home

ur not gonna get to say hi

or breathe

or take off ur shoes

i’m going to destroy you

like i actually might kill you with my pussy

Husband (derogatory) 12:50PM

😳

bold of u to assume i’d try to survive

You 12:50PM

bold of u to send me nothing spicy of u but be mean to me when u know i’m genuinely suffering and shit like omg

Husband (derogatory) 12:51PM

what do u want me to do??? send u a live feed of my cock at work???

do u want me to be on a list???

You 12:51PM

no but like

a lil thirst trap wouldn’t kill u

show me smth for the spank bank

Husband (derogatory) 12:52PM

u want a pic of my abs rn??

i got time

lemme hit my office for a sec

You 12:52PM

if u send me a pic right now i swear i’ll spontaneously combust

Husband (derogatory) 12:55PM

[1 image attached]

🥰

tell me i’m pretty

You 12:55PM

i hope u know this photo just signed ur death warrant

ur gonna be BURIED in me. like to the point where ur dick is like never getting out of me 

Husband (derogatory) 12:56PM

ok but like

worth it??

do i look hot

scale of 1 to rawdog me in the kitchen while the rice is still cooking

You 12:56PM

absolutely rawdog in the kitchen with zero regard for the rice

ur not even making it to the bedroom. my clit hard at dis 

Husband (derogatory) 12:57PM

god

i’m bricked up in front of principal yaga rn

i hope ur happy

You 12:57PM

good

suffer

consider it foreplay

You stared at the photo again. The audacity of this man to stand there with perfect abs, just barely flexed, pants sitting sinfully low on his hips like he knew the way your brain would short-circuit. The lighting in his office was stupidly flattering—somehow made his skin look so nice and delectable. Not to mention the veins going down to his cock?

You chewed on your lip, pacing the living room like a predator. There was simply no way you were surviving the next few hours. You even considered sending him a photo back—bait for bait, a little tit-for-tat—but decided against it. Let him suffer.

Let the anticipation kill him softly.

When he gets home? You’re not talking. You’re not greeting. You’re not doing anything except dragging him inside and absolutely sucking the soul out of the man you had ended up marrying.

–

It was exactly 6:02PM when you heard the door unlock.

Two minutes late. Not that you were keeping track or anything… except you definitely were, curled up on the couch in a barely-there pair of shorts and one of his old shirts with no bra underneath. Strategic slutty domesticity. A war tactic.

You didn’t even look up right away. Let the tension simmer. Let him walk in and realize what he’s just stepped into.

The door creaked open, followed by the soft jingle of his keys and the unmistakable shuffle of his slides hitting the entryway.

Then:

“I’m home—”

You were already standing in front of him before he could finish the sentence.

The look on his face was criminally satisfied. Like he knew he was walking into the lion’s den and brought himself as the offering. His blindfold was pooled around his neck– it was a habit for him to take it off at home. His white hair was a little tousled from the wind, and he had the audacity to be smiling.

“Hi, babe—”

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. You fisted your hands in the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss so hot it made your knees buckle. He groaned into your mouth, hands flying to your hips out of instinct.

“Jesus—” he panted against your lips, breath already shaky. “You weren’t joking.”

“I told you I was gonna ruin you,” you muttered, kissing down his jaw, “You think I just say things for fun?”

His laugh was breathless, cocky, but already crumbling. “You do, though.”

You reached between your bodies and palmed him through his pants. “Not today.”

Satoru hissed, bracing one hand against the wall. “Okay, wow. Hi. Hello. I see the demons are home.”

“You started it,” you said sweetly, unzipping his pants like you were opening a present. “Sending me that photo like I’m not clinically insane for you.”

“I was tryna be nice— shit—”

His sentence broke off into a groan as you sank to your knees right there in the hallway. He wasn’t even fully undressed, shirt still on, pants down just enough for you to get what you wanted. And what you wanted?

To suck his soul out like a Capri Sun.

You eagerly took him in your mouth, lips wrapping around him– absolutely no time for teasing– taking him as far as you could the moment he slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him, at the feeling of his prominent veins on your tongue, and the way that he just sat so hot and heavy in your mouth.

“Baby,” he rasped, one hand threading through your hair, the other gripping the wall so hard you swore it cracked a little. “Not— not even the bedroom?”

You hummed around him in response.

“Fuck—okay, okay—take everything. Take the whole paycheck.”

You didn’t let up—not even when his knees buckled, not when your nose repeatedly kept hitting the smattering of white hair above his base, not when his pink, throbbing tip kept hitting the back of your throat so good that your pussy felt like it was a puddle at this point, not when he was gasping out half-finished apologies to whatever god he believed in, not when he muttered something about filing for short-term disability because of "whatever the fuck this is."

He came so hard you were genuinely concerned for a second that his soul had actually left his body. Filled your throat with him, even. Like a capri sun. Man folded like an origami crane. Sagged against the wall with his shirt all rumpled, hair sticking to his forehead, and the most dazed, fucked-out look you’d ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

You licked your lips and stood up slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like a villain in a K-drama. 

Satoru looked up at you like you were the Messiah and the apocalypse all in one.

“You’re insane,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“You love it.”

“I do,” he breathed. “God, I really do. I’m in love with the devil.”

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly, gently, like you hadn’t just given him a religious experience with your mouth.

Then you whispered in his ear:

“Round two’s in the kitchen.”

He made a sound that was not human.

By the time he made it to the kitchen—pants back up but barely, shirt half-untucked like he just walked off a battlefield—he looked like he had one brain cell left, and it was begging for mercy.

You, however?

Unbothered. Glowing. A menace in tiny shorts and smug satisfaction.

You leaned against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of water like you hadn’t just rearranged his internal organs. “I said round two in the kitchen,” you reminded him, sipping slowly. “You moving a little slow there, old man.”

He squinted at you, chest still rising and falling. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Technically, I warned you.”

“You warned me via text,” he muttered, walking over with the exaggerated drag of a man heading into war. “There’s a difference between texting me you’re gonna ruin me and actually attempting a physical exorcism on my soul through my dick.”

You grinned. “Still had enough energy to come find me, though.”

“That’s because my penis is a traitor and doesn’t believe in self-preservation.”

“Your penis is smart. Your penis is loyal. Your penis knows who feeds it.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You set the glass down with a click, reached for his collar, and pulled him in. “Bend me over the counter,” you whispered against his lips.

He choked.

Eyes wide. Pupils blown. Brain visibly buffering.

And then: obedience.

“I—yes. Okay. I mean—of course. Obviously.” He practically tossed your glass to the side and spun you around, hands already slipping under your shirt, finding your bare skin like he was made for it. His thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of your shorts, halting when he felt the smooth skin of your hip bones and not the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “No panties?”

“I was planning ahead,” you said, bending slightly and bracing your hands against the counter.

“God, I love you so much it actually hurts.” He kissed down the back of your neck, worshipful. “You’re unreal.” He slipped down your shorts, and then his already halfway down pants, aligning his tip with your soaking entrance.

Then he slid into you with a groan so filthy it echoed off the cabinets. You gasped, arching, clenching around him instinctively, and heard him let out a shaky laugh.

“This is a setup,” he whispered, biting your shoulder. “I feel like you’re doing this to steal my powers. Like I’m not gonna be able to use infinity after this.”

You couldn’t even form a reply—your mouth was open, moaning, hands scrabbling for purchase. He wasn’t going slow. Not anymore. Whatever restraint he had left burned off the moment he was inside you. It was fast, deep, messy. The kind of fucking that blurred your vision and made your toes curl.

Satoru’s fingers dug into your hips as he pounded into you, saying all kinds of nonsense against your skin:

“Been thinking about you all goddamn day—” “—knew I was in trouble when you said ovulating—” “—you were serious about the soul thing, huh? gonna baptize me in pussy—”

You half-laughed, half-cried out as he hit a spot that made your legs shake.

He reached around to rub tight, dirty circles on your clit, whispering, “C’mon, baby, let go for me, lemme feel it, wanna feel you lose your mind—fuck, please—”

And you did—with a broken moan and a full-body tremble that had your knees buckling, your body locking up so tight around him that he swore out loud, dropped his forehead to your shoulder, and followed you over the edge with a deep, shaky groan that sounded like it came from the depths.

The kitchen went quiet except for your breathing. The rice cooker beeped once, like it had seen things.

You both just stood there, still connected, sweaty, wrecked, in the soft afterglow of holy sin.

“…do we have any electrolytes?” he asked weakly.

You giggled. “Top shelf. Pedialyte in the purple bottle.”

“You’re a menace,” he said, pulling out slowly with a wince. “I’m not even mad. I’m just scared.”

You turned to face him, cupping his face and giving him the sweetest kiss imaginable. “You’ll live.”

He blinked. “Will I? Are you sure? Like… can I put you on my life insurance as both the cause and beneficiary of death?” Satoru was still recovering—barely holding himself up against the counter, forehead pressed to the cool surface, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon while holding his breath.

You, on the other hand, were just sitting on the counter next to him sipping water like a perfectly reasonable, not at all deranged wife. Ignore the fact that his cum was steadily drying on your thighs after dripping out once he pulled out.

“So,” you said casually, like you weren’t actively naked in your own kitchen. “You think the rice is done?”

“Baby,” he said, voice hoarse, muffled, like he didn’t trust himself to lift his head. “Please. I don’t even remember my own name.”

You leaned over and patted his ass. “That’s okay. You don’t need a name. You just need to sit up on that counter for me.”

He groaned. “I need food. I need air. I need—what did I even do to deserve this?”

“You sent me a thirst trap.”

“You literally asked me for it,” he whined, straightening up slowly, eyes glassy.

You pushed off the counter—with a slight wobble—and before he could get another sarcastic word out, you moved away from from the counter in the middle of the kitchen, boosting yourself up onto the counter right next to the stove, legs spread, voice sugar-sweet.

“C’mere.”

He blinked. “Oh my god. Are you gonna ride me next to the soy sauce?”

“Would you prefer the spice cabinet?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Spice cabinet.”

—

Somehow, somehow, you ended up on the higher shelf. Not the safe little cozy edge of the island—no. You were straddling him on the counter in the corner by the window, legs draped around his thighs, knee bumping the pepper grinder, and he looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown about how hot it was.

Satoru kissed you like a man possessed—hands on your thighs, holding you open for him, still too breathless from the last round to be cocky but desperate enough not to care.

“I don’t have anything left,” he whispered into your mouth. “You’ve drained me. I’m just a shell of a man now.”

“Then let me fill you back up,” you said, not even remotely sorry.

“Do you even hear yourself—holy shit—”

You’d sunk down onto him again, slow and deep, pulling a moan out of him so loud it had no business being that pretty. His head dropped to your shoulder as you started riding him, deliberately slow this time, grinding in small, agonizing circles.

“I’m gonna pass out,” he whispered. “You’re gonna have to call Shoko and be like, ‘Hi, I murdered my husband with pussy and now he’s trapped in the rice cooker, can you help me scrape him out?’”

You leaned in close, teeth grazing his ear.  “She’d say ‘finally.’”

His hands flew to your hips, grip bruising, and he started moving with you, fucking up into you like he’d found his second wind in the middle of his own funeral.

The countertop creaked under you. The spice jars rattled. A cinnamon container fell off the shelf at one point and he caught it one-handed without breaking rhythm, then threw it over his shoulder like an anime protagonist mid-battle.

“Why is this the best sex of my life—” he gasped, eyes wild.

“Because I’m ovulating and mad,” you panted, nails digging into his back. “Because you purposely sent me your cum-worthy abs.”

“So my ballsack is being drained because of some muscles on my abdomen?—”

“You don’t get it—”

And then you came together in the middle of the kitchen like two idiots in heat, clinging to each other, half-screaming into each other’s skin like the world was ending. Which, in a way, it was. Your knees were shaking. His hands wouldn’t stop twitching. 

The counter was definitely never going to recover.

And when it was over, when the both of you were breathless and sweaty and completely unhinged, he looked at you—kiss-bitten, flushed, utterly destroyed—and whispered:

“I don’t think I can eat rice ever again.”

being a virgin and ovulating is not for the weak 🙁🙁🙁

[stoopidpigeonxx]

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑶 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏. ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆ (PT. 2)

OKOKOK I MADE THE PART TWO PLS STOP YELLING AT MEEEE

NSFW under the cut. MDNI.

Characters/fandoms: Captain Curly, Mouthwashing Content warnings: Smut, obvi, p in v whatt, curly being a SLOPPYYYYY eater, praise (from you and him), boobs, tits even, curly being 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, alot of dirty talking, etc. Our boy curlys a bit of perv.

-Manners? What manners?

Curly is a, what do you kids call it... a munch? Yes. If he goes down on you, and he most likely will, he will be SLOPPY with it. I'm talking drooling all over your cunt, licking it from top to bottom, shaking his head side to side and pressing wet kisses to your clit. It's ironic, really, since he's so polite in and out of bed, but he doesn't really care about a mess if it means pleasuring you. What's a little mess? Sheets can be washed.

"Sorry *kiss* about the mess, sweetheart.. *kiss* can't *kiss* help myself."

-Beautiful tits. And rack. Love it.

When asked the question 'ass, tits or thighs,' he's gonna pick tits. He's a titty guy. Sure, your ass and thighs are nice too, and he gives them an equal amount of love, but nothing can beat the feeling of shoving his face into your boobs when he's thrusting in and out of you. It has something to do with hearing your heartbeat and how fast it is, but mostly he just likes suffocating between your twins. And if he's particularly stressed, he'll just set you on his desk and lift your shirt up and go to town. Sucking, squeezing, rubbing, all that. His favorite stress balls. And god forbid the day you get nipple piercings... He's mindlessly playing with the metal with his teeth, enjoying the feeling of the cold brass on his tongue. You'll have to wear bandaids. (which he'll apply, apologizing profusely.)

-Praise me for sin.

Call this man a good boy and he's whining and shaking. It goes both ways with him. He loves getting praised, and he loves praising. A few of his favorites.. "You're doing such a good job." "Look at you, taking everything like a champ." "God, you're gorgeous." "Good girl." "You're so pretty, baby.." "Atta-fuckin-girl." He knows you fold every time for that kind of talk, so he makes sure to say at least one while you're getting naughty. On the other hand, some of his favorites to hear.. "That's a good boy." "Thank you." (Manners.) "I love you so much." "You're too good." "Fuck, that's good." Hearing how good of a job he's doing is only fuel for him to keep going, and gets him hard as a rock. So, use that mouth. (Unless its occupied, wink wink.)

-He babbles when he comes.

When he's right on that edge, he goes a bit dumb. You feel so warm and good, and he's so fucking close, and his brain just loses all ability to form coherent thoughts. So he just mumbles whatever comes out of his mouth in that adorable whiny subby voice. (You know the one.) "Fuuuuck too good too good too good.. baby.. g'na make me come, coming, coming." Or just a chorus of 'yes' over and over. Its really cute because he tries to be quiet with it, but his brain is so broken that he can't control his volume too well. He has to shove his face into your shoulder or a pillow to muffle himself so the crew doesn't overhear.

-Can't stop, won't stop.

Will not give up until you come, no matter how sore his cock is or how cramped his legs are. He wants you to come as many times as possible before the night is over, and he's willing to overwork himself to achieve that. You've told him its okay, but he doesn't really care. Feeling you clench around him and ride out your orgasm is the best thing he's ever felt, so he's gonna have you coming at least 3 times each session. Unless, of course, you're begging him to stop since its too much. He'd never want to hurt you. He'd pull out and lay with you for a while and let your body calm down before starting up again. "Take it easy, angel. I'm right here. It's okay, you're doing so well." (Why does his dirty talk sound like him coaching you through birth?? 😭)

[hhoneylemon]

NSFW Thoughts <3

A/N: ♡ is afab specific, ☆ is amab specific.

mark is a switch. when he’s leaning to be more dominant, he’s a soft dom. guiding you to do what he needs you to do while he praises you for taking him well, fingers gripping you strong enough just to keep you in place so that you don’t mess up how he’s taking care of the both of you. he also loved when you take control, letting him feel taken care of. you could be riding him or telling him what you want him to do and he’d be so willing and compliant to make you happy.

he was so anxious the first time the two of you did it. shaky hands, he was scared to be too vocal. he heard you give him the smallest praise because he hit that spot inside of you that made your gut squeeze and he suddenly didn’t care. he pushed the two of you to the limit, panting into your mouth as he sloppily kissed you between thrusts. he never looked back, especially watching how your thighs trembled while he cleaned you up after. 

☆he’s afraid of receiving anal. he lets you finger him, but he’s intimidated by the thought of something so big and thick inside of him. work him open with your fingers, reassuring him he’ll be okay and you love him. when you finally slide your dick into his ass, he lets out a weak groan and his cock twitches. it turns out he loves it as he gets to hug a pillow as you fuck him from behind, his sweet moans filling the air before he paints the bedsheets white. he asks for it more often, though he still leans more towards being inside of you. 

he does feel flattered by body worship. sometimes he’ll be a tease, slightly flaunting how his costume hugs his body in all the right ways. the biggest crime is his ass. he’ll post up in front of you, he’ll slightly bend over, he’ll make unnecessary movements to make you notice it specifically. then there are his biceps, pecs, and abs, which are not at all hidden under the spandex. he’d be slick if he didn’t smile at how you were all over him while he was in his suit.

he loves being marked up. insert some awful joke about his name. bite his neck, shoulders, bicep. he’s a blushing mess under you, batting his eyelashes down at you as you suck a faint love mark onto his chest. his fingers thread through your hair as you suck and kiss his neck, as you bite and bruise his shoulders. he loves to see them in the morning, all giggly and giddy. unfortunately they heal quite quickly due to his accelerated healing. this just means he lets you leave them often.

he’s not afraid to be vocal! he loves you and wants you to know how good you make him feel. soft whines when you suck him off and hit that one spot on his cock, little whimpers when you overstimulate him, fingers tugging at your hair. grunts as he hits that spot deep inside of you and feels you clench around you. moans and groans with each thrust, the feel of you making his mouth fall open and his eyes squeeze shut. when he cums, he lets out a deep groan and his entire body shudders and tenses.

♡he loves eating you out. he’d start slow, gently placing kisses over your clit as he slowly sinks a finger inside. once you’re used to one, he’ll insert a second. then, he begins sucking and lapping at your folds, grazing your clit while pumping his fingers. once satisfied, he’ll replace his fingers with his tongue and will use his nose to nudge at your clit as he laps inside of you. he really loves when you sit on his face, your weight grounding him. his hands hold your thighs open unless he wants them to close around his head, then he’ll just slowly jerk himself until he’s allowed inside of you.

☆he loves to give you a blow job. his fingers will caress your thighs while his tongue swirls your cock, hand occasionally moving to fondle your balls or stroke what his mouth doesn’t reach.  sucks on your dick and tries to deep throat it, only to gag and tear up. if you go far enough, you can see the bulge of your cock in his throat. take a photo of his teary eyes, drool covered chin while your cock is lodged in his throat. he’ll whine at you to delete it, but he feels a thrill in his gut at the thought of you enjoying that view.

loves soft sex, making love. when he gets back from a long mission and misses you so much that while he’s kissing you and holding you, his dick can’t help but want to participate. he’ll hold your hand the whole time, carefully thrusting into you while he lies on top of you. slow, sloppy kisses as he moans against your mouth, each flutter of your hole heaven to his hard cock. he’ll always pull out before he cums, jerking a few times onto your chest.

♡his guilty pleasure is massaging your tits. mid make out session, his hands wander upwards until he gently cups them. while your riding him, he likes to see them bounce. a lazy smile crosses his face when he’s leaning over you, cock buried in your hole, and he gets to hold and kiss your boobs. he’ll play with your nipples if you ask him to, but it’s something he isn’t super sensitive to, so he’d be surprised that you are.

he’s such an ass person. watches you walk around and can’t help it if he pops a boner. he’ll grope you during make out sessions. sometimes during cuddles his hands will wander and he’s groping your ass and thighs. will lightly smack it and then apologize and kiss your shoulder if he’s fucking you from behind.

aftercare is an always. he brings you a glass of water and a towel. he wipes you up as you sip from it, then he brings you one of his tee shirts to change into. he slides into a pair of boxers and will offer you a different pair of his before sliding in and cuddling you. he holds you against his chest, arms curled around you and head atop of yours to provide a sense of security. he kisses the crown of your head and strokes your spine to help you fall asleep.

masterlist

[mell0wjello]

𝓣𝓦𝓢𝓣 !𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦! 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 !

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DNI If you’re uncomfortable with these topics !

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓾𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻 !

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𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

mommy kink

Tries his best to top, but ends up bottoming almost every time

The reason he’s bad at topping is because: 1, he’s very stiff, he’s too overwhelmed. 2, he literally tops by the book

Before his first time, he read a book on tips and bases everything he does on that

He is trying his best to get better though

Serious praise kink. Degradation will actually break his heart

Riddle has surprising stamina so he can go a decent number of rounds, although he doesn't last as long

He's prone to overstimulation, this is all very new to him

Mostly liquidy, and tastes ok. Somewhat sweet.

Kind of loud, but he tries to muffle most of it because he considers it "indecent"

𝒜𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓁𝒶

Ass man

Eating ass, looking at ass, cumming in ass, fucking in ass. Completely ass drunk

Lots of foreplay for him. Even teasing can count as foreplay for him when he's in the mood, which is quite often

He's really mean. He'll deny you orgasms and will tease you the entire time about it.

He loves reverse cowgirl and doggy for obvious reasons aforementioned, but he likes seeing your spine arch as well

Personally I hc Ace specifically being either Bi or Pan. I feel like he'd also be open to poly relationships or simply bringing a 3rd person into the bedroom

A little bit of degradation on both ends will really get him going

Ace is a switch but prefers to be the one in control. He's super athletic, of course he'd have good stamina too.

Thicker consistency, and kind of sourish. A little harder to swallow.

So whiny and he curses so much

𝒟𝑒𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒹𝑒

Deuce is very sweet and very gentle

Would never do anything to hurt you

It would be pretty chill with him, very sweet unless you propose something else

Deuce thinks of intimate time as a private thing between the both of you, so he takes it very seriously

Your pleasure above his. His priority is to make sure you feel good all throughout

This by consequence also brings about some of the sweetest aftercare. He’ll make sure you know how loved and appreciated you are <3

For that reason, I think he’d be very open to experiment with kinks and positions, as long as it doesn’t involve hurting you or potentially putting you in a dangerous situation

Seeing your blissed out expressions fuels him to keep going further

Sometimes a few curses slip up, but he tries to hold them back

Tastes as decent as cum can taste like. Not watery, but not super thick either, it’s not particularly difficult to swallow

Cuddles afterwards always. Or at least expect him to end up falling asleep cradling you in his arms

𝒞𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹

He films the whole thing on his phone and has a whole album dedicated to it. And he’s sneaky about it too, you can hardly tell when he’s filming, unless he’s blatantly doing it which also adds to the excitement

Asked for nudes way too quickly

Sexting (shocking)

He’d have no reservations using his unique magic. Are both of his hands busy? No problem, he’ll use Split Card for another pair, sometimes several

Taking advantage of his unique magic, he’d try all sorts of things to push you over the brink.

I feel like he'd test to see how much stimuli you can stand with all his clones

He’d put your hair up if it’s long enough, and pull on it

Cater would also have an obscene amount of toys from the most popular ones to the most niche.

He’d also be down for pretty much anything, at least once

A little thicker, with a little more sour and salty taste.

𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇

He'd definitely use doodle suit to make his and your cum taste like whipped cream

For this reason he loves eating you out and vice versa

Trey sucks on whatever he can. Your shoulder, your neck, your tits, your fingers. Treating them like sweet candy

He loves to have you clawing at his back and leaving scratch marks all over it, so he really likes missionary

He'll help you brush your teeth after giving him head

Best aftercare ever?? Like he'd whip up anything you'd like, run a hot bath for you, and tuck you in afterward, maybe even cuddle if you feel like it

Although Trey is very usually mild-mannered, this switches around with you. He can become quite rough as a way of stress relief if you give him permission. He'll slap you, yank on your hair, keep a sharp grasp on your hips and wrists

Trey is vocal, but not too loud.

He can make it taste and smell like anything, but it does have a thicker consistency

He'd often incorporate real food, as a form of temperature play and sitophilia. He'd pour a chilled drink over your body to lick it all up or place something sweet between your legs to eat you out

~~~~~~

[niilue]

I need more of grell w a male reader pls🤞😔

grell sutcliff — kuroshitsuji

cw: sub grell, dom male reader, desk sex, teasing, rough sex, verbal humiliation, begging, deep thrusts, slight choking, slutty behavior

a/n: well i was looking in my inbox and i found this at the bottom and i was literally looking for some grell to write sooo…. setting: the reaper office, late evening. everyone else is gone. grell stays behind to provoke you. you lock the door. she spreads her legs. the rest is inevitable.

oh~! are you here to scold me, mon chéri?” grell sat right on the edge of the desk, lips red, legs crossed, voice purring. “or are you finally going to do what you’ve been dying to?”

you didn’t answer.

you just locked the door.

and grell—oh, she bit her lip.

the sound of your footsteps was enough to make her squirm. corset tight. makeup flawless. those legs in sheer thigh-highs, already parting just slightly. all of it screamed look at me. come ruin me.

“don’t act mysterious now,” she said, voice deepening. “i know you wanna fuck me.”

you shoved her down against the desk before she could keep talking. her back hit the wood. her legs opened instantly.

perfect.

“ahh~ is this how you want me, darling? are you gonna punish me?”

your hand slid up her thigh—rough, firm. and grell arched. “ooh, so aggressive… so delicious…” ♡

“shut up,” you growled, pushing two fingers past her lips. she sucked on them. like a bitch in heat. like she wanted to be used. eyes lidded. lashes fluttering. tongue curling around you like she’d been waiting for this all week.

“mmhh…~ i love when you’re mean…”

you hiked up her skirt—no patience. no asking. she shivered at the exposure.

“you’re gonna stay quiet,” you said, hand closing around her throat, “and let me use you.”

“oh my god, yes—use your little red slut~!”

and so you did. you yanked her hair. lifted her legs. and fucked her hard. deep. no warm-up, no warning, no mercy. grell screamed, and then every sound turned to breathless, high-pitched moans.

lipstick? ruined. stockings? torn. nails? digging into the wood. and grell? only saying:

“more! harder! treat me like the whore i am~!” ♡

your hips slapped against her ass, rhythm hard and steady.

clap—clap—clap.

and grell—your filthy, dramatic, perfect slut—was past the point of control. no more witty remarks. no more teasing. just gasps. sobs. moans high and broken.

“ahhh—! fuck, fuck—nghh, harder! please don’t stop~!”

your hand stayed tight around her throat, not too hard, just enough to make her tremble. to remind her that she wasn’t in charge anymore.

“you like being fucked like this, don’t you?” you whispered, voice low against her ear. “no softness. no patience. just me—using you.”

“yes!” she cried, voice cracked, hips trembling. “i love it! use me, use my body, please—”

you bit her neck. marked her. and she moaned louder.

the whole office could’ve heard her, if the door weren’t locked and the blinds weren’t drawn.

your free hand slid down her stomach. slow. down to where she was leaking onto the desk.

you hadn’t even touched her there yet. she was already soaked.

“gonna cum without permission?” you asked, grinning against her flushed skin.

grell whimpered. legs shaking.

“n-no… not unless you—unless you let me—”

you shoved her back. one deep thrust.

and wrapped a black tie around her mouth.

“then stay quiet,” you growled. “and beg with your eyes.”

she obeyed.

eyes wide. wet. trembling.

every part of her body begging for it.

and you gave it to her.

harder. deeper. crueler.

until all she could do was sob and scream around the tie, hands gripping the desk like she’d fall apart without it.

your red slut. ♡ beautiful. ruined. exactly where she wanted to be.

[wonderthor]

alpha toji does not want anymore kids, but that doesn’t mean shit to you in the middle of your heat

he has you in a prone bone, dropping his hips down hard and mean, thrusting into you as deep as he can so you can feel him in your stomach.

“tooojiii”

“yeah baby?”, he says with a big smirk on his face as he licks behind your ear, making your head lean up a bit.

“want it, you’re kn-knot”

he giggles, “can’t give it to you right now pretty girl, don’t wanna knock you up”

“but i need it, need it so baaaaad!”

you’re sobbing while he’s laughing. he thinks he’s got it in control, has slept with enough omegas to know how to keep his alpha instincts in check. or so he tells himself.

“shhhh, just be quiet and take it. just let me make you feel better pretty.”

you dig your nails in the covers of your bed at his hips slapping into yours even harder.

“but i can’t feel…hmmm…better unless y-you gimme your knot!”

he ignores you and keeps licking at your ear, trying to keep both of your minds off of it.

completely pissing you off.

“alpha! need your knot! give it to me! please please please! gonna die without it!”

he really laughs at that.

“don’t be so dramatic baby. just hold on, alpha’s gonna make you feel all better real soon.”

you whine, his answer not good enough for your heat-ridden mind.

“toji…need you to fill me up…all the way…keep it inside, please? i’ll be so good, p-please be a good alpha and knot me!”

toji falters at that, not expecting your words to reach his very controlled alpha instincts.

he leans down and wraps you up in his arms, putting his heavy body weight on you and holding you up at the same time. he picks up his pace and drops his hips down into you harder, making your eyes roll back in your head. he moves his head down to lick at your scent gland.

all of the new stimulation has you babbling “knot knot knot” over and over in his ear.

he grunts and sucks on your scent gland, trying to get you to shut up and get his body to stop listening to you. he’s close and trying to hard not to fuck up now. unfortunately, you know his body too well and can tell how close he is by the arrhythmia of his thrusts.

“yes! yes alpha! please! please give me your knot! want to feel you so deep inside! w-want to feel it for days! please be a good alpha and fill your omega up nice and deep with your knot!”

fuck.

he can’t help it when he growls loud and mean and sinks his teeth in your shoulder, his hips still and his knot that he was so desperately trying to pull out locks in place. both of you reach your climax together at you fitting together like a puzzle, ropes and ropes of his cum filling you up all the way to the brim.

you drop your head into the covers in exhaustion, shivers taking over your body. he leans up and looks down in disbelief.

he can’t believe he really fucking did that.

when his knot deflates after emptying everything he had into you, your climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“thank you toji! you’re the best alpha ever!”

he pouts, “i’m going to go get you a muzzle before your next wave starts.”

[cosmopretty]

Intertwined

synopsis: You accidentally walk in on two of your best friends, who are in a relationship fucking. But what happens when they want you to join them?

warnings:

Tonight you were coming over to Paige and Azzi’s apartment to watch some movies with them, since they invited you earlier. The three of you were very close with one another, especially since Paige and Azzi were dating. Over time you grew to have feelings for both of the girls, but you never acted on them since you didn’t want to hurt their relationship or ruin your friendship.

Knocking on the door to their apartment no one answers so you open it and walk in. They usually let you just walk into their place, Azzi even gave you keys but you didn’t use them much. Looking around the place you don’t spot either of the girls so you go to their room and without thinking you open the door.

There they were Paige on top of Azzi kissing her as her fingers were buried deep inside the girl, most of their clothes off. You freeze unmoving as you watch them in shock, you don’t know whether you were turned on or disgusted in yourself for watching them. Turning around you go to close the door before you hear Paige behind you.

“Where you going baby? Thought you wanted to watch” The blonde says moving off of Azzi, sticking her two fingers in her mouth sucking the girls juices off of them.

You turn around in shock “Uhm- sorry I didn’t- sorry” you stutter looking at the two of them your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Azzi groans “You didn’t let me finish” she says towards Paige who took her fingers out of the girl before she could cum.

The blonde shrugs“Don’t blame me, we were interrupted” she says before looking back at you in the door.

You fiddle with your hands “I’ll-uh I’ll go so-sorry” you stutter turning around to leave before Paige gets up coming up behind you. Her arms wrap around your waist picking you up, she throws you down next to Azzi on the bed.

“No baby you don’t get to leave you gotta finish Azzi off, she deserves that after you interrupted us” Paige says her hand rubbing your thigh.

Looking back and forth between the two in shock you furrow your brows “Wait what?” you ask confused.

Azzi laughs “Poor baby can’t even understand” she mocks you pouting. Paige smirks and moves her hand up your thigh to the hem of your shorts, she loops her fingers in them.

“I need you to say you want this because we won’t do anything unless you want it” Paige tells you sincerely, Azzi’s hand comes and rubs your back waiting for your response.

Since you met the two of them you wanted them, you never thought in a million years that they would want you back. You nod your head swallowing “Yes I want this but I don’t think I could take it if it’s only a one night stand” you admit.

The blonde scoffs “Come on you can’t tell me you didn’t know we had feelings for you” she mumbles to you.

Shrugging your shoulders you bite back a smile “I mean I liked you both but I thought was delusional” you mumble back before Azzi pushes you down on your back and kisses you.

Her lips mesh with yours as she takes control of the kiss, her hand holding your neck lightly to keep you in place.

Pulling away from the kiss she smiles “Now you gonna make me cum or not baby?” she asks.

You nod your head enthusiastically as Paige starts to strip you of your clothes “Let’s get this off” she mumbles. Once your clothes are gone and you left in just a pair of black lacey panties in front of the two “Fuck you’re so beautiful” Paige tells you kissing your shoulder as she sits behind you.

You blush staring down at Azzi as Paige moves your body like a doll to lay down in front of her girlfriend. Moving your head closer to Azzi you turn your head to look at Paige but before you can her hand grasps the back of your head and shoves you down into Azzi.

Paige’s hand controls your movements as you lick and suck at Azzi’s clit. The girl moans her abs flexing as waves a pleasure wash over her. Her thighs wrap around your head as you push your tongue inside of her. Her legs start to shake, since she was denied her orgasm by Paige she was about to cum faster than before.

Azzi moans “Fuck-fuck baby” she gasps feeling her stomach tighten, you go back to sucking on her clit, moving back and forth between her clit and her hole. Paige watches as her girlfriend crumples “I’m gonna cum” Azzi moans out before letting go, coating your face in her cum.

Finally letting go of your head Paige smirks kissing Azzi as you sit up wiping your mouth. Paige turns around and kisses you two, her hand coming to the back of your head once more pulling you into her.

She’s pushes you down on your back and climbs on top of you, she pulls away from the kiss and breathes heavily on top of you. Azzi’s hand comes to rubs down your chest “You did so good for me baby, think you deserve a reward huh” Azzi tells you finger ghosting over your nipple causing it to harder under her touch.

Paige slowly pulls your panties down throwing them somewhere in their room. Both her strong hands push open your thighs “Hmm you want me to touch you princess?” Paige asks you moving up your body to kiss you once more, her hands still on your thighs.

“Please Paige please” You beg her after pulling away from the kiss. She moves one of her hands to rub through your folds “Fuck your so wet, come feel her Az” she says rubbing your slick.

Said girl moves her hands down from your chest to your pussy, she follows Paige’s fingers and collects your slick on her fingers “Damn eating me out made you that wet baby” she teases you before bringing her finger to her mouth.

Paige slowly pushes two of her fingers into you, stretching you out “Your so tight” she groans pushing them all the way into you.

Your gummy walls suck her in as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you, going deep inside you. Her long fingers hit that spot inside you that make you see stars, you moan when her finger curl inside you.

Azzi moves her head down and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Her mouth travels down to your chest and she starts sucking on your boobs. Paige starts thrusting her fingers faster inside you.

A loud whine leaves your lips when Azzi’s mouth wraps around you nipple. Paige smirks and shoves her fingers deeper inside you hitting your g spot.

“F-fuck I’m close— please, please” You beg out of breath, breathing heavily your mind filling the room.

Your gummy walls start to tighten around her fingers, your voice cracking “P-please” you beg her once again, your mind not even comprehending your words.

A smirk comes onto Paige’s face “Come on princess cum for me” she tells your moving her head down to suck on your clit. Azzi moves away from your chests and comes to kiss you.

Her lips swallow your moans as your head falls back against the pillow. Azzi pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing down your neck leaving hot kisses all over.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you come undone on Paige’s fingers. Her fingers slow down inside you, fucking you through your high. She pulls away from your clit and moves up your body kissing you as she pulls her fingers completely out of you.

“That-that was amazing” You mumble breathlessly lying down against the mattress between the two girls.

Azzi’s hand comes to cradle your cheek, caressing the soft skin “You have no idea how long we wanted that baby” she says.

You nod your head “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you both” you counter her words a smile planted on your face.

Paige smiles leaning over your shoulder “Oh we knew you were so obvious, your blushing, the way you spoke to us, how looked up at us with your fuck me eyes. Trust me baby we knew” she tells you kissing under your ear before biting down slightly.

Your hands come to cover your face, embarrassed. Azzi pulls your hands away “Don’t be embarrassed baby it was cute” she comforts you.

Paige looks between the two of you “Round two?” she asks sitting up on the bed her hands coming to one of your thighs and one of Azzi’s.

[jplupine]

Day 10: Ushijima Wakatoshi ~ Spanking

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~3k Date Published: October 10, 2024 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Dom!Wakatoshi, Size Difference, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Playing a video game while spending time with your partner takes a turn when he gets fed up with all of your squirming.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

  "I'm trying to read." Wakatoshi's low voice droned as his eyes not once looked up from the magazine in his hands.

  "Sorry." You apologized while trying to sit still. You both were sitting on the couch to spend time together, but you were playing a video game and were jerking around with the controller. Leaning your elbows on your knees, you still couldn't sit still, but at least your squirming was reduced and not enough to bother Wakatoshi.

  At least, that was what you thought. In reality, your knee kept bumping into his every time you twitched the controller to the side when your character on screen swung their sword.

  "Sitting hunched over is bad for your back." Wakatoshi stated while turning the page in his magazine.

  "I'll be fine."

  "You'll have back pain."

  "Fuckin'- TO THE RIGHT!" You yelled at the screen while trying to get your character to move faster. However, you elbowed Wakatoshi's hand in the process. "Sorry!" You cringed while looking at the man closing his eyes as he sighed heavily. When his eyes opened again, he simply stared at you with a neutral expression.

  Wakatoshi didn't have to say a word for you to understand his annoyance.

  "It's the stupid controller, I swear. It doesn't register anything I do unless I beat the crap out of it."

  "I highly doubt that."

  "It's true!" You insisted and turned to look at the TV.

  "Your back." He was reading again as you sighed through your nose and leaned back against the couch. Since Wakatoshi was nearly a foot taller and heavier, the dip in the cushion he caused made you lean closer to him. Shoulder to shoulder now, you truly tried to be as still as possible.

  But the lack of timely responses between the buttons you pushed and the movement on screen was driving you mad. You would push the joystick forward, but your character wouldn't move until the joystick clicked against the edge, going as far as it could go. The delay was clear to you as you played and made you think you would seriously need to get a new controller.

  You groaned when the delays caused your character to die. Resting your forehead on Wakatoshi’s shoulder, you huffed in frustration.

  "This controller sucks."

  "Perhaps you're simply bad at this game." Wakatoshi said bluntly as his eyes drifted across the page he was reading.

  "I’m not! I wanna fight this stupid thing."

  "You want to fight your controller? That would be impractical."

  "I don’t mean it literally. Not entirely." You sighed before sitting up straight to try the battle again. You were able to keep your cool as you trudged through the environment. When you approached the enemy, you tried to attack it sooner.

  It was then that your frustrations mounted. Each block came too late, making your character lose health with each strike from the enemy. Your irritation had you roughly pushing buttons and moving the joysticks as if that would fix the problem. You suddenly jerked your arms to the side since you were so focused on the game.

  Your elbow dug into Wakatoshi's side hard enough he grunted.

  "I'm so sorry!" Your attention quickly shifted away from the game to look at Wakatoshi. Most of his expression hadn't changed from earlier, but his jaw was clenched and his eyes were boring into you. His hand shot out and snatched the controller from you. "Hey!"

  "I think it's time you take a break." He held the controller high over your head when you tried to take it back. His arms were much longer than yours, keeping it easily out of your reach.

  "C'mon!" You whined while moving to kneel on the couch cushion as you pulled at his arm. He was stronger, keeping his arm raised and tilting his hand back to prevent you from grabbing the controller. "Ushi! I said I was sorry. It was an accident!"

  "You've hit me several times already." He tossed the controller over his head, letting it land on the other side of him on the couch.

  "On accident!" You huffed and went over his lap to get the controller. Wakatoshi pushed you down, pinning you to his lap before leaning his arms on your back as he opened his magazine. "Seriously, Ushi?"

  "I told you. I'm trying to read." You heard the page turn. Reaching out, you managed to get the controller. Stuck lying across his lap, you were determined to defeat that damned enemy blocking your game progression. "Stay still." Wakatoshi's monotone drone was gone now that there was a warning edge to his voice.

  "Just let me kill this guy, and then I'll take a break. I promise." Your legs swayed as you started playing the game again. Like every other time, you were struggling with the delays and were squirming as your hands jerked the controller around. Wakatoshi sighed through his nose while trying to ignore your angry grumbles and curses.

  At least he wasn't getting an elbow to his ribs. Your squirming still made it difficult to read but not impossible.

  But then you shot up while angrily yelling about how your character died again, nearly making him throw the magazine and hit himself in the face when your back hit his elbows. In Wakatoshi's annoyance, he popped you once on the rear hard enough to make you yelp in surprise.

  "Excuse you?!" You nearly yelled while looking at the man with your eyes wide in shock. Wakatoshi's expression didn't change as he looked at you and cocked his head to the side.

  "I told you to stay still."

  "So you spank me?!"

  "You've been hitting me this entire time." His tone was steady while you were left speechless. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment before you tore your eyes away from him. When he did nothing else and said no more, you figured that was the end of it.

  The silence was deafening until you tried to focus back on your game and the sounds from the TV filled the quiet. Wakatoshi was acting as if nothing had happened, returning to his magazine with ease while you were still shaken.

  The moment you squirmed again with your game, Wakatoshi's hand was coming down on your ass. You jolted in his lap with a yelp as your cheek stung. The man was making it clear that he'd had enough and would spank you each time you disturbed him.

  You weren't sure you should continue the game but not defeating that enemy was hanging over your head. If you stayed still enough, Wakatoshi would leave you be. If not, you would get another stinging slap.

  You found yourself willing to gamble.

  And within minutes, you lost when Wakatoshi spanked you a third time. You hissed through your teeth, his firm hand not being gentle with each stinging hit.

  "You really are determined to win this fight." Wakatoshi stated, and you groaned.

  "I can't progress without beating this stage."

  "You don't usually struggle this much."

  "Like I said, this controller sucks. I think it's busted."

  "Why don't you take some time to calm down and try again later?" Wakatoshi suggested while rubbing his hand over your stinging rear, trying to soothe the ache and comfort you. His large, warm palm massaging your ass only made your face burn more instead of helping you calm down.

  "But I really want to get past this before dinner." You tried to keep a steady tone while feeling Wakatoshi's fingers gently squeezing the flesh beneath his hand as he was making circular motions with his palm.

  "I was trying to be polite by making it a suggestion. I see I need to be more assertive. Put down the controller." He demanded while resting his right arm over your shoulder blades to pin you to his lap again. "I won't say it again."

  "Ushi-" Before you could plead to try one last time to defeat the enemy, Wakatoshi's hand left another stinging print on your ass. You took in a sharp breath, and the air became thick in the silence. Biting your bottom lip, you dropped the controller onto the couch cushion.

  "Good." He then gently kissed the top of your head. "Does it hurt?" You knew what he was referring to as his hand massaged your ass again right where he had spanked you.

  "A little." You muttered as the heat in your face spread. His breath hit the top of your head while his hand cupped your ass and lightly squeezed. Your hips unintentionally leaned into his touch, propping your ass up higher.

  "Do you want me to punish you?" Wakatoshi asked as his fingertips traced the seam of your shorts.

  "Yes." Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you still. His fingers curled behind the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling both down in one swift tug.

  "You're already wet."

  "Fight me about it." You bit out the words only to have Wakatoshi softly chuckle. His hand splayed over your ass, rubbing the stinging flesh as his nose brushed against the back of your head.

  "I should have known you wanted this with how rowdy you've been."

  "I was telling the truth about the controller!"

  "Mm. If that's so, you still chose to keep playing and hitting me instead of getting a different controller." He muttered before there was a distinct slap followed by a grunt from your throat. Both sides of your ass ached and your hands balled into fists.

  Wakatoshi's strength was honed by being a spiker, his control over how much power he put behind each hit was so precise to make sure it stung but didn't hurt too much. His large hands were able to cover so much area, making your thighs clench when their warmth tried to soothe the sting. His thick fingers digging into your ass whenever he squeezed made you whimper.

  "One spanking for each time you hit me." Wakatoshi stated before lifting his hand. Even though you knew it was coming, you still jolted when his hand came back down. He hit several times in a row until you cried out, nails digging into his thigh as your toes curled from the throbbing pain. "I'm not done. You still have a few more to go."

  You whined in response while feeling him gently touch you again. As he massaged the aching flesh of your ass, his hand slowly traveled lower before dipping between your thighs. His fingertips ghosted over your bare pussy, feeling how wet you were as your clit throbbed.

  Wakatoshi kissed your head again while spreading your wetness when his fingers circled your entrance.

  "You're doing so well." The tone his voice had dropped to sent delightful shivers up your spine, making it feel as if sparks were dancing across your skin. "You can handle a few more, can't you?"

  "Yes." Your voice was breathy, your heart racing as Wakatoshi used his long fingers to spread your lips open. The cooler air in the room hitting your burning skin made you feel how your arousal dripped onto Wakatoshi's thigh beneath you.

  "You know there are better ways of getting my attention." His fingers circled your clit while coated in your slick. "Are you really this needy? You keep lifting your ass higher."

  "Ushi." You whined while clutching onto his shorts. He leaned more of his weight on your back to make sure you couldn't move away before he spanked you again.

  "Behave." He warned as you sucked in a hissing breath through your teeth.

  "I'm sorry."

  "I doubt that." Wakatoshi muttered before slipping two fingers into your pussy. "You're dripping wet. It's making a mess on my shorts." His fingers slid deeper, forcing you to feel the slow stretch as his thumb pressed into one of the stinging spots on your ass. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

  "I'd prefer your cock." You bit your lip and groaned.

  "You're not getting it with your bad behavior."

  "Not even after my spanking?"

  "I'll think about it." Wakatoshi thrust his fingers, making you moan as he went knuckles deep. He started slow to punish you still. Each slow drag of his fingers had your neglected clit throbbing with need.

  Soft lips pressed against the back of your neck as your body shuddered from his touch. His warm breath rolled over your exposed skin before he pulled his fingers free of your pussy. You could feel Wakatoshi's erection pressing against your stomach while squirming on his lap.

  You yelped when he spanked you again but this time it was mixed with a moan. Your ass ached, making you grateful Wakatoshi had such good control or it'd hurt a lot more.

  After a few more hits, he was back to rubbing the stinging flesh as you whimpered. You didn't think you'd hit him this many times, but Wakatoshi was counting every single bump and shove during your entire gameplay.

  "You call this a punishment?" You questioned while looking over your shoulder at Wakatoshi. He looked at you with darkening eyes and didn't back down from your challenge.

  His right hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your head up as his fingers dug into your cheeks. He made you look right at him while drawing his left hand back before it slapped against your ass harder than before. The impact made you jump and cry out as your pussy clenched around nothing.

  "How's that?" Wakatoshi's voice was so low it was nearly a growl, making you shiver. He could tell you liked it from the look on your face and the way your breath hitched. The corners of his mouth curled up into a little smirk. He spanked you again on the other cheek hard enough to make you jump while still forcing you to look at him.

  He then pried your thighs apart and grabbed your stinging ass, squeezing as his thumb spread your wet lips open. Your thighs jolted when he spit on your pussy and rubbed his saliva into your skin, mixing it with your arousal. When he looked at you again, his expression was flat and unreadable, but his eyes gave away how he felt; his pupils were blown wide with desire that his irises were barely visible.

  Wakatoshi looked as if he might devour you right there on the couch. His fingertips found your clit and abused it, rubbing and pressing against it hard enough to make you squirm and moan. His hold on you gave you no way of escape from the chaos of sensations. The sting, the ache, the throb, the pleasure; all at once and at such extremes that you whimpered and cried out his name.

  His fingers eventually left your sensitive bud alone to plunge into your pussy, going as deep as they could before pulling back out. Wakatoshi pistoned his fingers in and out of your dripping heat, making more of a mess with your arousal smearing over your thighs and his hand. His eyes never left your face, watching as it twisted with pleasure while he leaned in closer.

  Your moans were muffled when his mouth covered yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips and caressed your tongue as he devoured your moans with vigor. Your toes were curling, your nails digging into his thigh as you shivered.

  His fingers beckoned your orgasm closer while driving you mad with pleasure. His lips pulled away from yours, leaving you breathless as saliva stretched thin between his mouth and yours. Your breaths mixed with each pant and he licked your drool away before kissing your cheek.

  "Such a troublemaker." Wakatoshi whispered against your skin before you moaned from his thick fingers being buried in your pussy again. His cock pressing against your stomach was a taunting reminder that you would only be getting his hands unless he thought you earned more.

  But this is what you had asked for. Every time he sought reassurance of what you wanted and with every consent check, you told him yes. Wakatoshi may be the one dishing out the punishment, but it only went as far as you wanted to take it.

  Your thighs clamped together as you moaned when his thumb found your clit. His curling fingers along with the steady circles his thumb traced made you curse with each panting breath.

  "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Your knuckles went pale from how hard your hands gripped the fabric of his shorts. Your thighs were shaking with how close your orgasm was. Wakatoshi knew from experience and maintained his pace.

  "Look at me." Wakatoshi spoke softly. Your gaze met his, those dark eyes still so full of hunger. He wanted to watch as you came undone, clenching around his fingers and moaning his name. You gave him exactly what he wanted, trying your best to keep looking at him even as your orgasm had your body trembling.

  When your muscles relaxed and you were trying to catch your breath, Wakatoshi's grip on your jaw lessened to gently cup your cheek. He left sweet kisses on your forehead and cheek while pulling his fingers free. You sighed and nuzzled into his warm palm.

  "Was I too rough?" He questioned before you shook your head.

  "No." You pushed yourself up off his lap before sitting while straddling his hips. Grabbing his left hand, you closed your mouth around his wet fingers to clean them. "Just how I like it." You purred and kissed his fingertips and palm lovingly. Wakatoshi's eyes followed your mouth and tongue as you licked away the mess on his skin.

  His patience and self-control withered until he was shoving down the waistband of his shorts while you had a Cheshire grin.

  "What the Hell?" You muttered.

  "What?"

  "The controller is working fine now. But I didn't do anything to it."

  "You never checked the sensitivity. I turned it back up." Wakatoshi replied as he set a glass of water on the coffee table. You didn't check the sensitivity because you never turned it down, but as you looked at his blank face staring back at you, you knew who did.

[seungmincider]

Not Much Left, Is There?

—MDNI—

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Bimbofication, Power Play

Rating: Explicit

CW: Dumbification, degradation + praise mix, pet names (good girl, baby, doll), power dynamic (soft dom x submissive reader), overstimulation, dirty talk, light spit play, mental unraveling

Wc: 2,500 (ish)

Synopsis: You start the night sharp, clever, in control. By the end, you’re drooling around his cock, brain gone fuzzy, body trembling, and begging for more.

Your legs are shaking, and you can’t remember how many times you’ve come.

You think it’s four. Or five. Maybe six? You tried to count, but at some point your thoughts got all tangled and soft — too slippery to hold onto. All you can do now is breathe and moan and look up at Seungmin with those wide, dazed eyes he loves so much.

He’s still fully dressed. That’s the worst part.

Or maybe the best.

“You’re so fuckin’ easy now,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers slowly down your cheek, thumb smearing a little drool from the corner of your lips.

“Used to get all smart with me. All full of attitude.”

You whimper. You want to argue — say you are smart, that you still can think — but all that comes out is a messy little sound and the instinctive grind of your hips against the mattress.

“Oh?” He tilts his head. “You’ve got something to say, baby?”

You try. Really. But your mouth opens and all that spills out is, “I—please—Seungmin, I—”

He hums, mock-pitying, sliding two fingers between your legs and pressing right where you’re soaked and sensitive. Your whole body jolts.

“That’s what I thought.” He leans in closer, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Any brain cells left in that little head of yours?”

You shake your head before you even mean to.

He grins.

“God, you’re perfect.”

His hand leaves your cunt and wraps around your throat instead — gentle, just enough pressure to make your body hum. Not choking. Just owning.

“This is where you belong. Flat on your back, drooling for me, too dumb to remember your own name unless I remind you.”

“Seungmin—”

“Shh.” He slides his fingers into your mouth, slow and deliberate. “Suck.”

You do — eager, eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your lips around them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like you’re made for this. He watches your mouth work, watches your thighs twitch, and his smile deepens.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “My dumb little doll. Don’t need to think. Don’t need to talk. Just keep that mouth busy and take what I give you.”

When he finally unzips his pants and pulls himself out, you whimper so sweetly that he chuckles — low and warm, like he’s genuinely proud of how far you’ve fallen.

“Open wide, baby. Gonna make that pretty head even emptier.”

His cock rests heavy against your lips, the head flushed, already leaking. You can feel him twitch when your tongue peeks out and licks a stripe along the underside — slow, trembling, like your body knows what to do even if your brain’s long gone.

“That’s it,” Seungmin breathes. “See? Don’t need to think when you’re on your knees like this. Mouth open, eyes blank — fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

He doesn’t shove himself in. No — he takes his time. Presses the tip against your lips, lets you wrap around him willingly, sinking inch by inch into your mouth as you moan around him.

Your head’s fuzzy. You can’t remember what you were going to say. You don’t even care. All that matters is the weight on your tongue, the praise in his voice, and the way he pets your hair like you’re his perfect little toy.

“Good girl,” he groans, hips barely rocking forward. “Just like that. Keep sucking. Nice and slow. Don’t think — just feel.”

You do. God, you feel everything.

The sting of your sore throat. The throb between your legs. The dull ache in your knees from how long you’ve been down here. All of it just blends into heat. Pleasure. Him.

He doesn’t go too deep — not yet. He lets you drool down your chin, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, but his grip stays gentle.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up as he pulls out with a pop. His cock is soaked, shining with spit. “Bet if I fucked you right now, you’d come before I even bottomed out.”

You nod. You’re not even embarrassed. You want it. You want to be that easy.

“Messy thing,” he murmurs, pushing you back onto the bed. “So empty, aren’t you?”

You nod again, panting.

He climbs over you, mouth brushing your ear. “Then let me fill you up.”

You whimper, legs spreading without a second thought — your body’s already begging even before your mouth can catch up.

And when he finally slides inside — slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch like he’s claiming space in your body and your mind — you swear something inside you breaks open.

Not pain. Not even pleasure. Just surrender.

He groans into your throat, hand curling around your waist as you clench around him.

“That’s it, baby. Not a thought left, huh?”

All you can do is moan, arms weak around his shoulders, head lolling back as he starts to move.

And Seungmin? He’s nothing but patient.

He fucks you like he’s savoring it. Like he owns every whimper you make. Every twitch of your thighs. Every half-formed word that dies in your throat.

“Mine,” he murmurs. “My sweet, dumb, perfect girl.”

You’re already moaning, barely able to hold yourself together.

“Too much?” he asks, almost sweet. He cups your cheek like he cares, like he’d stop if you really needed him to.

But the look in his eyes says he knows.

Knows you’ll take it. That you want to take it. That you’re desperate to fall apart all over again just to hear him say you’re a good girl with nothing left to think about but his cock.

“N-no,” you breathe. “Please—keep going—need you—”

He smiles. Something proud. Something wicked.

“That’s my girl.”

He fucks you deeper then — not rough, but thorough, pushing into you until the rhythm has your whole body trembling beneath him. Your mind goes quiet. Blank. You can’t hold onto anything but the feeling of him dragging in and out, his hips grinding down just right against your swollen clit.

You’re already close again. He can tell.

“Already?” he coos. “Barely started, baby. Thought you were gonna be good for me. Thought you could take it.”

“I—I can—” you gasp, but the words slur out, wrecked and useless.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, still fucking you slow and deep. “Of course you can. My perfect little doll. Not a single thought left in that head, and you’re still trying to please me.”

You nod, teary-eyed, thighs trembling with the effort to keep up. You’re so wet, the sound of him sliding into you fills the room — obscene and raw and perfect.

Then his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit again.

You jerk, eyes rolling back.

“No—too much—!”

“Too much?” he echoes, mocking-soft.

“Thought you said you could take it.”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out — just a high, broken moan as your body arches off the bed and your climax crashes over you like a wave.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. You want to stop. You want more. You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.

And Seungmin watches it all, smiling like the devil himself.

“Messy little thing,” he whispers. “So easy to ruin now. Can’t even form words. Can’t even beg.”

You’re crying — not from pain, just from the sheer, overwhelming bliss. Your body’s gone soft and twitchy, your legs spread open and useless.

He fucks you through it, coaxing every last spasm out of you.

“Think you can come again, baby?” he murmurs. “One more for me? Just one more?”

You sob a yes. You’d say anything for him.

And when he starts thrusting again — a little harder this time, the rhythm faster, relentless — you realize there’s no going back.

You’re his. All of you.

Mind. Body. Every pretty little sound you make when he says your name.

His thumb circles your clit again — light, fast, cruel — and your hips buck without permission.

“No—wait, I—”

“Oh, you can,” he says, breath hot against your ear. “You will. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock, baby. One more time. Give it to me.”

Your fingers claw weakly at his back. Your mouth opens but all that comes out is a cry — a soft, helpless sound as your body locks up tight, walls fluttering around him. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, sharp and blinding and wet.

You sob, clinging to him, shaking through the aftershocks.

“There you go,” he whispers, slowing his hips but not stopping. “That’s it. Just like that. Let it all go. That’s my good girl.”

You’re wrecked. Destroyed. You can barely breathe.

And Seungmin just smiles. He’s so proud of you it almost hurts.

“You don’t even realize how pretty you look like this, do you?” he murmurs. His hand strokes down your cheek — gentle now. “Tears on your face, drool on your chin, legs shaking, pussy soaked… and still so good for me.”

You moan something — maybe his name, maybe nothing at all. Your brain’s gone, left behind somewhere around the third orgasm.

“That’s okay,” he coos, brushing sweaty hair out of your face. “Don’t need to talk. Don’t need to think.”

His rhythm gets sharper, faster. Controlled, but edging toward something rougher now — his need finally taking over after all the patience he’s shown.

“You’re perfect like this. All soft. All dumb. Just lying there and taking it.”

You moan, high and broken. The words make something flutter in your chest.

“You don’t even care that I’m using you, do you?” he breathes. His voice is getting breathless now, hips starting to stutter. “Just want me to fill you up. Want my cum in that stupid, sloppy cunt. Say it.”

“I—want—want you to—” you gasp, barely forming the words.

“Say it.”

“Want you to come inside—need it—need you—please—”

That’s all it takes.

He groans low and filthy as he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching deep inside you as he spills into you with a shudder.

“Fuck yes…take all of it…”

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still as he empties himself, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temple. You can feel it — the warmth of it spreading inside you, hot and possessive.

He stays there for a long moment, chest pressed to yours, his cock still pulsing inside your aching walls.

Then he lets out a soft sigh and kisses your cheek.

You don’t know how long you lie there — your body boneless, legs still spread, his cum slowly dripping out of you and pooling onto the sheets. Your vision’s hazy. Everything feels soft. Distant.

But you feel him.

The weight of his body lifting gently from yours.

The way his fingers brush over your inner thigh, slow and light, tracing the mess he’s made of you like he’s memorizing it.

Then a warm cloth — soft, wet, and tender — touches your skin.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he wipes between your legs with practiced care. Every stroke is patient. Gentle. He’s not rushing. He never does.

“Look at this mess,” he says softly, but there’s no edge to it now. Only affection. “You took so much. Made for it, huh?”

You whimper faintly, your hips giving a weak twitch, but he presses a kiss to your thigh and hushes you again.

“I know. I know it’s a lot,” he says. “You were so good for me. So perfect. I’m proud of you.”

He turns the cloth, cleaning you with careful precision, working slowly from your thighs inward, never missing a spot. You’re still a little twitchy, sensitive, but he never pushes — just coos softly whenever you flinch.

“Breathe for me, doll,” he whispers. “In… and out. That’s it.”

When he finishes, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls the blankets up over you, tucking them gently around your shoulders like you’re delicate. Like you’re precious.

Then he slips in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. His hand settles over your belly, the other brushing hair away from your face.

“So pretty when you’re all used up,” he murmurs into your hair. “But this part’s my favorite.”

You hum softly. Barely there. But you feel safe. Grounded.

“You did everything I asked,” he says, voice low and warm. “Took all of me like a good girl. You didn’t even think, did you?”

You shake your head, the smallest smile tugging at your lips.

“Mm. Thought not.”

He kisses the shell of your ear and lets his hand drift to your hip, holding you steady in his arms.

“No more thinking tonight. Just rest, baby. I’ve got you.”

A/N: I gave myself whiplash writing this Seungmin 🫠

[cinderellaarchives]

Riddle’s Bedtime Routine

Cw: tooth rotting fluff, unedited/grammar mistakes, slight suggestive (making out mentioned), Reader isn’t Yuu, Gn!Reader

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♡ We all know that Riddle loves a good strict routine, and beauty rest is very important if one wishes to succeed in the day!

♡ So his routine is no different when it comes to you,

♡ At home winding down time is very important as it’s almost the only time he’s affectionate with you since he’s not a fan of PDA and he’s busy all the time

♡ So he loves showering and bubble baths with you, melting into you like butter on a pancake, inhaling the comfort of his partner’s scent and finally being able to relax

♡ he loves to listen to you talk about your day, how your grades are, if anything good happened, etc. while he focuses on getting clean

♡ he’ll listen if anything bad happened with your day, but he has a problem solver mind so he’ll be thinking of ways to help you in the morning rather than comfort you in the moment

♡ almost every bathing item he owns is strawberry scented (he’ll go insane if he smells his body wash on you)

♡ he already has his own and your pajamas picked out and folded neatly on the bed

♡ praises you whenever you skip ahead to the routine without him having to remind you (ei; brushing hair or teeth)

♡ He loves to praise you in general, but he doesn’t offer it unless you’ve made him proud! So simple easy tasks like getting into pajamas and making the bed are just as easy to reward! So expect to be called “Good Boy/Girl/Etc.” and kissed a lot

♡ he likes to have a cup of water or watered down herbal tea on the nightstand, he loves to see your matching cup next to his (though he doesn’t allow you to have sodas or juice an hour before bed)

♡ his duvet is heavy but plush and comfortable, has a million pillows, a few stuffed animals (don’t tell anybody though! It’s his guilty pleasure!) most of them are bunnies

♡ he loves bedtime stories! Since he never got to be read any as a child, he loves to snuggle up to his partner as they read him a sweet story (probably Captain Mustache after Ortho and Ruggie got him into it) and comb through his hair

♡ He likes to read you stories too! Though, he might sneak in history books just to try and keep your mind knowledgeable (he means well, I swear)

♡ he doesn’t like staying up late and he doesn’t allow you to either, buuuut

♡ if the story of the night has ended and you’re both still up, he wouldn’t say no to a sleepy and tender make out session under the warm covers

♡ the only time he allows himself to let go; when you’re both seconds away from sleep. Sucking and kissing on your lips and tongue mindlessly with sweet nothings and small honest confessions between each kiss

♡ Oh he is such a cuddle bug. Affection starved boy DEMANDS your cuddles and warmth

♡ if you’re taller than him then he’ll either wrap his legs around your waist all snug with his face burried in your chest, or he’ll force you to lay on his chest and hold you tight to make himself feel taller and more in control

♡ he couldn’t imagine his routine being complete without kissing you goodnight and falling sleep with you, his king, by his side

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Reblogs and comments are appreciated! /nf

[aquarius-johnny]

spicy abc’s | johnny suh ver.

the ns*w alphabet but calling it “spicy” just in case tumblr wants to be mean to me and hide this

warnings: afab!reader, pure fiction, headcaons

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s huge on aftercare and it’s a must after any type of sexual activity with him. whether it be cuddling in bed afterwards or showering together, he needs you to know he’s there to take care of you after you helped “take care” of him. he’s definitely asking what you liked and enjoyed so that he can keep doing it.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he thrives on the way his body reacts when you lay your head on his stomach — sexual or not. he likes being able to softly stroke your cheek while you lay your head on him. he also finds it hard to look away when you’re kitten licking his leaking tip while your head rests against him.

he loves your hands. not only does he love how they look in his, he melts when you run your fingers through his hair. when he overstimulates you with his fingers, he likes the way your hands attempt to grab and hold his wrist to slow him down.

you appreciate his arms and the way he traps you between them — whether it be against the wall, during missionary, or simply just against his chest. it’s not even something he realizes turns you on. he just loves asserting some sort of dominance over you and it makes you feel safe.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’ll never admit it to you, but he loves how his cum looks on your skin. his go to place on your body is on your lips or on your clit. he likes circling his load on your clit when it’s swollen and sensitive and enjoys the way you lick his cum off your lips.

while he likes the idea of creampies, he wants to save the moment for when you really want to get pregnant. if you don’t want to have kids, but still want it inside of you, he wants to ensure that extra precautions are take like being on birth control before doing it.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s always wanted to have you sit on his face while eating you out. he’s never brought it up, but he’s thought about it more than he should. he’s never really spoken about it because he knows sometimes it’s a little daunting, so he just lets it linger in his mind.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s experienced, for sure. he also knows what he likes and sometimes teaches you how to do certain things like what feels good when you give him head. however, he’s very open to what makes you feel good even if he is inexperienced with it. his motto is “i’ll try anything once” unless it’s part of his short list of things he won’t do at all. you’re always praising him on how well he goes down on you, swirling and sucking to both of your hearts’ content. he makes sure you’re always cumming first and at least twice every time.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he has different positions he loves depending on the mood.

for more romantic, sensual, “i love you so much” moments, he loves missionary because he wants to see your face and reaction when he’s thrusting into you.

for more lazy, casual, “it’s a sunday morning” type of moment, he loves spooning. he simply enjoys having his cock between your thighs and rubbing against your soaking cunt while you move your hips, getting it wet so you can slide it in when you’re ready. he love wrapping his arms around you, keeping you close to him as he’s praising you for making him feel good.

for more intense, frantic, “just hurry and fuck me please” kind of nights, he loves having you take him in the prone position and trapping you under him as he holds himself up with his arms.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depending on the vibe of the moment, he’ll switch up his demeanor. majority of the time he’ll start of a little sarcastic and playful, making sure there’s banter going back and forth, but when it comes down to actually have sex, he’s serious. maybe a couple of soft giggles here and there but it mostly consists of checking in on you, making sure you feel good, and making sure he doesn’t cum too quickly.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s not completely bare, but he’s very well groomed. while he occasionally colors the hair on his head, he keeps downstairs natural.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

his intimacy reflects what you want and need at the time. if you want someone less romantic, he can do that, but he prefers romantic intimacy majority of the time. he loves making love. he finds sex to be such a vulnerable thing that he wants to make sure you know that you’re safe with him. as previously stated, he’s definitely checking in with you and making sure you know he appreciates you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes using your hand to jack off. he’ll use your hand as his personal sex toy, moving it up and down for you while you provide the lube with your spit. he doesn’t even care for your mouth to be on it and he doesn’t even need to have sex, the sight of you between his legs as he lays back against the headboard and controlling your hand for you is enough.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves praising you. he doesn’t care much for getting praised during sex but secretly desires it when afterwards. he thrives on calling you his girl, telling you how well you’re taking him, and how you’re making him feel so good.

he loves using a mirror during sex with you. but he’s mainly getting off on you watching yourself, especially when he sits behind you with your back pressed against his chest. whether he’s clothed or not depends on the moment, but you’re always naked. he loves seeing your reaction when he circles your clit, dipping his fingers into you while you beg and whimper for more. his free arm keeps you pinned to him, occasionally massaging your breasts while he plays with you and whispers nothing but praise in your ear.

he loves taking pictures and recording you during sex. while it’s not often, he has a good amount of footage to keep him at bay when you’re not feeling it or when he’s away for work. he’ll tell you how hot you look, even if you disagree, right before he snaps a photo of you on your knees with the tip of his cock resting on your tongue. he’ll make sure to let you know how pretty you are with his cum on your swollen lips as he records you licking it off. he loves to look back at it and show you as if it’s your first time seeing it.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he might sound boring when he says his favorite place is his bedroom, but it’s not even necessarily on your shared bed, he loves just being in the bedroom because it’s a constant reminder how vulnerable both of you are with each other both sexually and nonsexually. he’ll do it with you against the wall, on the floor, on top of your dresser, literally anywhere as long as it’s in the bedroom.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

while not a “brat tamer,” he lowkey loves when you’re acting like a brat. he finds it cute because he knows he’s able to snap you out of it when he wants and it’s interesting to see what you do and say thinking it’ll rile him up.

straddling him turns him on. even when you don’t mean to turn him on he’ll pop a boner. wearing a short dress or a short skirt while on his lap? consider him whipped. making out with him in this position gets him riled up within minutes and by then, he’s begging you to let him take your clothes off.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he isn’t big on anal or pegging. he doesn’t find it a turn off, per say, but he wouldn’t find it satisfying.

drunk sex is also something he wouldn’t do, purely because he would find it difficult to get hard and finds it uncomfortable having sex with someone who is under the influence, even if you’re just “buzzed” and consenting. it’s either sober sex or nothing at all.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’d rather give than receive. you would rather give than receive, too, which makes it the perfect dynamic. while experienced, he does still ask to share your thoughts and opinions on his actions during pillow talk because he wants to make sure he’s satisfying you the way you want to be satisfied. he’ll never admit to having an oral fixation, but he wouldn’t mind going down on you until you’re begging him to stop even if he doesn’t get anything in return.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes to mix between both when having sex. he loves being a soft dominant. he’ll start off slow, tenderly kissing you and he’ll progressively gets faster, eating up the noises you’re making. he’s only rough when you two have talked about what you like and have agreed to it. when that happens, he’s definitely giving it to you like you want it.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them! whenever there’s a chance, he’s taking it. right before a family dinner? you’re doing it in his car. right when you wake up and before getting ready for work? he’s already on you. he just absolutely loves being intimate with you in any way he can.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he likes to experiment, like stated before, he’ll try anything once unless it’s on his “no” list. however, most of the time, he’s playing it safe unless you ask otherwise.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his stamina lasts a little over average with just penetration. however, he’s mastered the art of foreplay to make sure you’re pleasured and making it seem longer than it really is.

one round a day is all he can manage and while back to back rounds are rare for him, it’s not impossible. he just needs to be really turned on. if you can get him for another round in the same day, you can expect him to last longer than before.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t have toys for himself because he simply doesn’t need them to get off. he may have owned a cock ring at one point, but rarely used it because his hand is enough. he’s thought about buying a pocket pussy but never went for it because nothing is better than the real thing. the only toy he has is a tiny battery powered vibrator he keeps in the nightstand next to the bed, for you.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’ll slick his cock between your sopping folds and tap his tip against your clit. he’ll even tease you with short strokes as he slides himself into you until you’re begging him to fill you up, but when he’s fully in you, there’s no teasing involved. he finds it almost cruel to keep you from pleasure, but that mindset is the reason he loves overstimulating you — he wants needs you to feel good and know it’s because of him.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s not loud. in fact, he’s fairly quiet. he’s like this because he loves hearing you. the only way you’ll know he’s enjoying it is because of his low grunts and ragged breathing. he’ll growl his words and let his moans slip here and there, but it’s deep and low, never overshadowing your noises. when it comes to praises, he’s whispering it in your ear because he feels like you’re the only person who needs to hear it.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he loves the idea of you waking him up with sex. in fact, he begs you to do it at least once a month. he wants to be surprised. he loves fluttering his eyes open while your lips are wrapped around and sucking his tip and your hand strokes his shaft simultaneously. he’ll sometimes pretend he doesn’t wake up until you’re shifting your body and aligning your entrance with his erection. the way his hand grips your hips surprises you every time, but that’s when you know he’s been awake for a while.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s slightly longer than average, but just slightly. he doesn’t have the girthiest cock, but it’s definitely enough to stretch you out.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his libido isn’t super high where you have to pry him off you every second of the day but it isn’t super low where you have to beg him, either. he’s in the middle, but leans towards the higher end of the range.

he’ll want a regular sex life and would want to be sexually intimate with you at least once a week — whether that be through sex, oral, or mutual masturbation. it goes without saying that he’s understanding if you don’t want to, but he’s definitely beating it off in the shower and contemplating purchasing a pocket pussy if he goes too long without you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

unless it’s super late at night, he doesn’t fall asleep afterwards. in fact, it almost recharges him and he’s pretty productive or at least he’s able to go through the day without feeling tired. however, when he lets you fall asleep next to or on top of him afterwards, he’ll slowly doze off because he won’t move if it means waking you up.

[gilverrwrites]

No because I can see feeling Jason's clenching while kissing and touching him in sensitive spots! ❤️

My friend, you are so right fr fr omg

It's not exclusive to Virgin!Jason but that is what this is;

Despite all the muscle and scars his skin is so soft, and he makes such intoxicating noises as you glide your lips across it. His groans are strained, coming right from his chest when you kiss and suck and nip at him until you reach one of those spots.

The first time it happens you're struck with alarm as all that softness goes rock hard, tensing under your touch.

“Are you okay?” As you make to pull back he locks his grip on you, urging you to stay in place.

“I'm good, I'm so good.” You're not convinced, eyeing his reddened face from the angle he has you secured in. Despite his sudden stiffness, his expression reads like pure bliss. Lips gritted into a smile, lashes half covering his dazed eye. “Please don't stop.”

So you keep going. Showering his body with wet kisses and light caresses. Every time you brush the crook of his neck, or his hips, or the v of his stomach he freezes up, every time you take a tentative break, examining him, and every time begs you to keep going until it becomes a low, breathy chant. “Don't stop, fuck, please babe, keep going.”

Until eventually it has to be said. “I won't stop unless you tell me to Jay, but you have to tell me if that's what you need.”

You're not annoyed, at all, just concerned and that's evident in your cadence, but it still pains you to see him bite his lip, shifting until you're looking into each other's eyes. “I'm sorry, I’m just not used to this, but I want it, I want it so bad I can't control myself.”

“That's okay, I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I am comfortable, with you. I couldn’t do this with anybody else.” He bites his lip, embarrassed to say his next words despite meaning every word. “You are so perfect thank you for checking.”

“Thank you for being honest.” You answer before locking your lips on his, savouring the taste of his chapped lips as he pulls up up and into him, giving you the perfect opening to start kissing him from top to bottom all over again.

[heetr]

jungwon smut ughhhh you write so well >.<

can i request older!jungwon being mean because he's mad? edges you first, makes you work for it by sucking him off before continuously making you cum and overstimulating you.

💌 thank you boo 😚. i’m older than by like a year so they largest gap i’ll make is a year or two, so he’s 22-23 instead of 21 in this one.

“get on your knees.” his the flat, stern voice echoed through the living bedroom—no warmth, no teasing edge, just cold control. you felt it ripple through you, a sharp command that made your body move before your brain even caught up. the usual softness in his eyes wasn’t there. not tonight. tonight, jungwon was angry, and he wasn’t hiding it.

with tears brimming down your face, you got down to your knees. sinking in front of him. his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it firmly while rubbing his crotch on your face. “i can’t get you off that fast? you thought that shit was funny didnt you?”

“you think you can act like that and not pay for it?” he muttered, pushing his thumb past your lips first, watching the way your mouth opened so easily for him. “you think i’d let that slide?” oh he was livid. you playing him in front of his friends—maybe it was an ego thing but jungwon could always show you better than he could tell you.

you tried to say sorry, plead and beg him. your words got lost in the sound of his belt rattling, pants unzipping and pooling at his ankles. “open your mouth and suck.” you didn’t have a rhythm to follow—knowing the end goal was to let him use your throat. and as soon as you let him in, he took over. it wasn’t about the physical it was about proving something to you.

it was about the way you stepped out of line and he was there to knock you back in place. jungwon always let you go just far enough. and then he reminded you who was really in control. “fuck, look at you, a fucking mess.” he moaned, rocking his hips in and out of your mouth. gagging, in the best way possible. you enjoyed this lowkey, “you’re gonna swallow every last bit of it aren’t you?” he used your mouth.

cumming down your throat—the salty but savory taste flooding your tastebuds as he let go of your face. you moved back, gasping and taking in the being standing above you. he pulled you up by your wrist, dragged you to the bed, and pushed you down like you weighed nothing. he stripped you slow but roughly—.

“pathetic,” jungwon mutters, watching the way your hips grind into nothing, desperate and trembling. “you’re so needy it’s embarrassing.” he drags two fingers down your soaked folds, barely touching your clit, just enough to make you gasp—then pulls away like you don’t deserve it. “you think that little whine’s gonna change my mind? try harder.”

you were shocked, your once soft boyfriend turned evil for a simple conmen you’d made while at dinner with friends. “it takes a lot for you to get there? what the fuck does that even mean y/n?” he slapped your cunt—earning a drawn out scream from you. one mixed with pain and pleasure. it was broken—pleading. jungwon let out a menacing laugh, mocking you without mercy. “too much for you already baby? get over it.”

he leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and cold. “you don’t get to come until i say. so keep your legs open, keep your mouth shut unless you’re begging properly, and maybe—maybe—i’ll be nice.” his fingers slide back down, slow and cruel, circling just to watch you fall apart all over again. “you’re lucky i’m even touching you.”

the first orgasm was an accident. the second—earned. the third, fourth, fifth—punishment. he didn’t stop, even when you cried out, too sensitive, too wrecked to think straight. his hand was on your throat, not squeezing, just there, grounding you while his other hand worked between your thighs, fast and merciless.

[concretecultist]

Kingdom Come

summary: you ask Noah, your Dom best friend, for a big favor.

pairing: sub!fem!reader x dom!noah

word count: 7.4k

THIS IS PURE FICTION!!

warnings: 18+!! BDSM, restraints, slapping/impact play, light degradation, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, p in v, oral (f receiving), subspace

A/N: this was purely self indulgent. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed 🥰

~Berry🫐

Life was kicking your ass. Harder than normal and the weight of the world was getting harder the bear.

Your job sucked, your body ached all the time and the one guy who you thought was going to be it for you, ended up ghosting you. All of it was a slap in the face and it was even worse when your landlord calls you to let you know the water would be off for a couple weeks due to maintenance issues. You guess you could tolerate it since he’s reducing rent during the time that the water will be off.

So, once you find out this information, you’re calling your best friend to see if you can crash there for a while. He had no problem with it. He no longer had roommates and often found himself missing having someone around.

So when you arrived and got yourself situated after a steamy shower to wash the day off, you find yourself sitting beside Noah with a question burning a hole in your tongue.

“I know this idea is out there but,” you choke on the words and realize how ridiculous this sounds.

“What?,” he keeps clicking away at his controller as he played his game, not taking his eyes off the screen. When you don’t answer, he takes a peak over at you and can see you biting your lip so hard it looks like it’ll bleed.

“Stop doing that,” he paused his game and used his thumb to gently pull your lip down from between the grip of your teeth, “What’s going on. It’s just me, Y/N,”

You look to him, twiddling your thumbs and decide it’s all or nothing, if he says no you guys can just forget you ever said anything.

“I need to turn my brain off,” you blurt out.

“Okay?,” he shrugs as if there was nothing to it, “I can have Folio bring some weed by,”

“No, I-,” you throw your face in your hands, cheeks burning as you think about it, “You are in the…. the BDSM scene and I want you to help me turn my brain off,”

His mouth drops in an ‘o’ shape as it clicks what exactly you mean. His hesitation has you feeling so silly. You should have just showered, went home and rubbed one out.

“Sugar, I’m not exactly sure you know what you’re asking for,”

You were his little sugar cube. Too sweet to know exactly what his life entailed behind the scenes. You never really seemed interested in it before. But little did he know, you were just nervous to show it.

He could be mean at the request of his subs during sessions and you were requesting it now but you were his best friend and he didn’t want to cross that line unless you were 110% sure.

“N-no, no I do,”

He’s briefly talked about his sessions enough for it to cause a burning of desire in your gut. You’ve never been in the scene but with the way things are going lately, you just need to be taken care of, to be manhandled and you’d rather do that with someone you trust.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you mumble, humiliated now that you’d expect your hot, dom, best friend to do that for and to you, “I just made a fool of myself,”

The silence that he was giving after your initial ask was gnawing at your emotions, you just wanted to disappear right now.

“Sugar, it would be an honor but if we do this, there’s no going back because I’m going to want you forever,” his words spilled like the smoothest whiskey on the market. Sure, now this sounds like a typical cliche of friends to lovers but what’s wrong with that? Sometimes things like this are meant to become something more. Maybe that’s why long term relationship never worked for either of you… because you two were it for each other?

“Please,” your voice cracks with need. You had showered while he stayed on the couch playing a video game and yet your body is still tense.

“Follow me,” he stands tall before you, extending a hand in which you take easily. You could already feel some tension relieving from simply holding his hand.

He kept his pace slow, easy for you to keep up with as one of his steps equaled three of yours.

He had a spare bedroom that no one was allowed in, not even you and you guys had been friends for almost a decade now. So when he reached above the door to grab the key, you snatched your hand from his and took a giant step back.

“I can’t go in there,”

“Right, without my consent,” he peaked over his shoulder, “But you have that now and then some,”

You looked at him with wary eyes and he dropped his shoulders with a knowing sigh.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” his hands made their way onto your shoulders to deliver a comforting squeeze, “This is the way,”

One of his hands is gently cradling your cheek now and it’s so soothing that you can’t help but lean into it and he notices the way your eyes flutter.

He already knows you’re going to be so good for him tonight.

Noah leans his forehead down to yours and your lips are only a few centimeters a part.

“You trust me… don’t you, Sugar?,”

Immediately weak in the knees, noticing he’s already entering into his persona. You nod feverishly against him.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,”

A gentle peck on your lips has you leaning in for more when he pulls away.

“Take your hands off the wheel and let me drive,” is all he says before turning his back to you to unlock the door.

Time seemed to slow down when he pushed it open, a part of you wanted to close your eyes, still feeling nervous about seeing a space he deemed so private that he kept it locked up. Your hand is in his once more with him pulling you through the threshold as he flicks the light on.

Red fluorescent lights filling your vision.

It smells so good in here and you wonder how, considering what possibly goes down based simply off of what’s in here.

The bed frame looks like one luxurious bird cage, bolted to the floor and a sheer canopy draping over it. There’s bars hanging from the ceiling with cuffs hanging from them.

Open cupboards of different items like floggers, paddles then another filled with masks and gags, one full of toys. There’s a full fridge in here with a clear door and you can see different replenishing beverages and snacks.

This is his sex dungeon

“Something like that,” he spoke aloud.

Realizing your thoughts weren’t kept in your head you avert your gaze to the ground.

“I don’t use it much other than personal uses, any time I have a scene with someone I meet them at theirs. I’ve just been keeping this a secret until I found the one worthy to be in here,”

Your eyes widen as you raise your head to meet his.

“M-me?!,” poking yourself in the chest, “I… you mean me?!,”

His shoulders tremble in soft laughter, shaking his head at your disbelief.

“This entire time, I’ve just been wanting to bring you here but you never expressed any interest in the scene,” he played with your fingers in his grasp, something he always found comfort in doing.

“I didn’t know if you’d take me seriously. I’m not exactly… what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive,”

“You’re exactly what comes to mind,” he brings you to a plush crimson couch, covered in velvet material. When your ass meets the cushions, he’s reaching to a table beside you to light a candle, bringing it over with him as he lowers himself into his knees before you.

“I’m going to go over a few house rules while I get you relaxed okay?,”

You offer a simple nod and he smirks,

“Rule number one- I always need a verbal answer. I don’t want to leave anything to the imagination and possibly misread body language, got it?,”

Swallowing thickly you nod once more, “I understand,”

“Good girl,” his hands make their way onto your calves, kneading the tight muscles, causing an involuntary moan in which you try to subdue.

“Number two, don’t be shy,” he says plainly, “I know this is new but you know me and I’m here to keep you safe so don’t shy away from me. Be as vocal and as emotional as you need to be,”

“I understand,” you answer once more. Your eyes watch his hands, curious when he picks up the candle, the flame flickering in his eyes.

“Three. Trust that I will never hurt you outside of what you ask for,” he tips the candle and a quiet gasp leaves your lips, quickly turning into a moan when the wax drips onto your tired legs, Noah instantly setting the candle down and massaging it into your skin.

“Pheromone massage candles,” he answered your unasked question.

“Four. I usually go by King during these scenes but since this is new for you I don’t want you to feel detached from me so call me Noah until you feel comfortable, okay?,”

“Y-yes,” your eyes cross slightly while his thumbs work into the sore soles of your feet. This was helping so much and just from this simple interaction, your core is buzzing already.

“Five. If you need to stop or directions are not okay or unclear- speak up. I’m going to need you to pick a safeword for me,”

You squirm on the couch, becoming putty in his hands as they move from your feet to your calves and now your thighs.

“Kingdom,” you answer with ease, if he goes by King might as well make it coordinate right?

“Good one,” he plants a kiss by your knee, “Rule six, no negative self talk or thoughts. I may degrade you but I will always follow it up with praise. You are loved and cared about, you understand me?,”

“I understand,” you nod.

“Seven. Have fun and let go. We are here together so remember I will always catch you,”

With his last rule he spreads your thighs, squeezing them to get a reaction out of you.

“Do you have any rules for me?,” eyes dark yet caring in the red glow.

“Don’t hold back,” an embarrassing whimper escapes, “I know I’m a rookie but I can take it and I know you’ll take care of me just…,”

Your hands grab his, holding them tight so he knows how bad you need this.

“Just don’t hold back. I need it, I know I’m safe so I just need you to hurt me, I need you to help me turn my brain off and surrender myself to you,”

Your words from earlier echoed in Noah’s head and he thought they were a crock of shit.

I’m not exactly what comes to mind when someone says they want a submissive

Bullshit. You were perfect.

He wipes his hands on a towel that he kept on the table with the candle, setting it and the candle back in their original spot when he was finished.

His hands are now sheltering your face because he can see your mind is still running a million miles a minute.

“What do you need from me right now?,”

You were embarrassed to say it.

“What were rules 2 and 7, Sugar?,” his voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“To not be shy and to let go,”

He nodded in understanding, “So why are you breaking my rules and overthinking?,”

God, he was so good at this. The twinge of disappointment in his tone had your heart aching, you wanted to be good.

“Can.. c-can you smack me?,” your voice was barely a whisper and you knew he wouldn’t let that slide.

“Speak up, baby. Closed mouths don’t get fed,” his thumbs were rubbing such comforting circles on your cheeks, you couldn’t help but oblige.

“I need you to smack me,” it wasn’t a plea, it was a declaration.

Noah just reads your face. Studying your expression to see if there’s any doubt, any hesitation. He stands you up and then he leans in to kiss you with a sort of need that you’ve never been kissed with before. You two are breathing heavily in between and you can barely keep up. Your hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, just wanting him to consume you.

He pulls away but before you can protest, you feel the searing heat of his open palm meeting your cheek. A gasp of surprise comes from you and yet again you’re left with no time to react when he does it again.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “More,”

He answers your demand with a little more power behind this one, the pain feeling so good you almost fall to your knees but luckily, he held you upright.

“Turn it off,” he says through clenched teeth, smacking you once more. If you were naked you know for a fact you’d be dripping down your legs, “Turn it off, Sugar. I see you trying,”

Hand on your neck, he’s pushing you backward and each step is another slap until he pins you to the wall, you can feel your eyes burn as the tears of desire being to rise.

You need this so bad.

“I said. Turn,” a harder slap, “It. Off!!,” with one more smack, you’re practically howling at how exceptional it felt, eyes closed as you welcome the sting that lingered on your flesh, feeling the heat running down to your neck and up to your temples.

Your head feels like you’re in limbo and when you open your eyes, he can see the change in yours and you can see the change in his.

You’re both in your designated positions. He has his hands on the wheel now. Your brain was off and the part of you that needed to be taken care of has entered the chat, the stressed version was locked away in a dark cell of your mind and would stay there until it was time to let her out.

“There she goes,” his hand soothed your cheek and you were liquid in his hands

“Thank you,” doe eyes shining up at him, he feels so proud of himself.

“Oh baby, it’s my pleasure,” he cooed, “Can you be good and undress for me?,”

“Can you help?,” your body was feeling fuzzy, like you had a few shots and were floating now. You felt like if you tried to undress yourself you’d topple over.

“Of course,” he felt gratified to be asked.

One article of clothing at a time until you were bare in front of him, pinned against the crimson paint on the wall.

“How are we doing? You okay?,” a kiss planted to your neck, his large hands running up and down your body had you sighing in content.

“On cloud nine,” you answer dreamily. You were in a daze, this room felt like your own amusement park now.

A room you once weren’t allowed in because this is his sanctuary. How many others were close to being brought here? How many others did he put in a hypnotic state?

“Put her away,” his gruff voice echoed in your ears, “She doesn’t get to come back. Lock it away,”

He could tell through your body language that you were starting to overthink again.

“Do we need to stop?,”

“No,” rearing back to look him in his eyes so he can see how bad you truly need and want this, “No. It’s turned off,”

“That’s what I need to hear,”

He brings you back over to the couch you were on a few minutes ago but this time he’s sitting on the cushion and he’s positioning you over his lap.

“Think you can handle a few spanks?,”

“Uh huh!,” excitement coursing through your veins, body jolting when you feel his lips press against the supple flesh that he was soon about to tenderize.

But first, he had to feel you. He has to feel your wetness coat his fingers. So his fingers trace figures on the back of your thighs and you’re jutting your ass up to get him to touch you, he delivers a light smack as a warning.

“Patience,” is all he speaks. Slowly but surely, his middle finger swipes your clit and lightly presses into your entrance.

He pulls a long drawn out moan from you when he fully pushes his finger inside. A quiet growl emits from his chest and your toes are curling.

“Noah pleeeeaaase,” you grip his calves, eyes rolling at his slow movement of removing his finger and reinserting it.

“What do you need, Sugar?,” you could hear the smile in his tone. The way he was speaking to you and touching you just made the anxiety melt away.

“Wanna feel your fingers. Always wanted to feel your fingers,” you couldn’t help but be unapologetically honest. For years you’ve watched his hands and how he talks with them, how he uses them to hold multiple things at once, how he sucks on them when he gets ice cream or ranch on them.

But until now you’ve always buried your desires deep.

“Oh yeah?,” without a warning, he’s stretching you open and you’re bracing yourself against his thighs, spreading your legs as open as possible so you’re not falling off his lap.

“You feel so good, Sugar,” he affirms, “So wet for me, so fucking warm,”

His fingers were reaching so deep it was intoxicating, never having experienced anyone with fingers as long as his has you going cross eyed.

“Thank you, Noah!!!,” your walls pulsing around his middle and ring fingers while his free hand soothed your ass cheeks before taking a big strike against them, the sound of his palm meeting your flesh bouncing off the walls.

“You’re so welcome, baby,” he picks up the pace of his fingers and he can feel the way you’re trying to get friction on your clit.

“Nuh uh,” he spanks you once more, “Be good, take what I give you,”

“Please,” singing a beautiful tune, you just want to let go for him, you want to crumble in his lap, you want him to feel what he does to you.

“Please what?,” another strike on your ass and another curl of his fingers inside you.

“W-wanna cum for you,”

“Is that right?,” there’s that teasing tone again, it makes you feel small but it only tightens the coil in your core. He moves his fingers with expertise inside of you and you think you’re about to orgasm strictly off of penetration which is rare for you. You almost always need clitoral stimulation.

“Please. Please. Wanna be good for you, wanna let go for you,”

You two have only just begun and you’re already a mess. You can hear the squelching, you can hear your heart thumping in your ears, you’re trembling.

You’re a fucking mess in his grasp.

“I think we should make your first one easy enough to earn,” he observed, positioning his knee right under your pelvis, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his fingers stroked the deepest depths of you.

“C‘mon, Sugar. Give it to me. Let it out,”

Your nails are digging into his calf and you’re drooling, rocking back into him but he didn’t mind this time, he’s enjoys seeing how desperate you are to cum, not just for yourself but for him.

You want to offer all you can to him. All of your emotions, all of your whimpers and cries, your mind, body and spirit.

“I’m gonna… can I cum, Noah? Please”

He gives a hum of approval and he can feel it, he watched your body swell with a deep breath and watched it deflate as you let out the most beautiful, guttural moan he’s ever heard.

His fingers halt their movements inside of you and he makes sure to rub your back to bring you back down.

“You’re okay,” a soft murmur leaves his lips while he slowly removes his fingers from your soaked hole, sitting you up and repositioning you in his lap so you’re straddling him.

“Be good and open for me,”

You follow his directions and bask in the glory of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, making you taste yourself. You collect your flavor but before you can close your mouth and swallow it down, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you.

Your eyes instantly roll in the back of your head, relishing the taste of his mouth sharing the taste of you.

“Need you,” you pull away, hands cupping his face as if he’s made of glass, “Always needed you,”

His gaze softens for a moment, letting you know that ‘regular’ Noah hears you, that it’s not just his persona hearing those words.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he purred, “You have me, Sugar. Just as I have you,”

With ease, he lifts you up and walks with you to the cupboards.

“Pick a toy, a gag and a restraint and come to the bed when you’ve made your decision,” a kiss is given to your temple and he walks away, leaving you to make your choices without any pressure. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and makes his way to the bed.

He has so many trinkets to choose from. He just stock piled all of this stuff until he found the one? He really is a stickler for this kind of thing.

After some careful self-deliberation, you grabbed your chosen items and made your way over to him. Noah sat patiently within the doorway of the cage-like bed.

“I chose these,” you offer them to him and he gave an intrigued ‘hmph’

A rose, a silicone bar gag and wrist-to-thigh cuffs.

“Good choices, baby” standing up and kissing your forehead, he moves out of the way so you can see the bed. Silk red sheets, chains hanging from the bars, and the sheer canopy keeping secrets in with just a glimpse of what was to come.

“Climb up,” he pats your ass and you do just that, at a leisure pace so he can get a good view of you from behind. When you sit flat, you see him entering and closing the door behind him.

This feels much more intimate than just any ole bedroom. The lighting, the enclosed space, all of it made you feel closer to Noah.

“Before we start, take a drink for me,”

“But I’m okay,”

“Did I ask that?,” he tilts his head, eyes squinting as if to tell you ‘watch it.’

“I’m sorry,”

He cracks open the bottle and holds it to your lips, giving you a knowing look as if to say ‘I told you so’ when you drink down half the bottle.

When you’re finish he sets it to the side and hovers over you until you’re laying back on your elbows, eyes not leaving his.

“How are we doing? You still okay?,”

“I’m perfect, Noah,” a tender smirk made its way into your face, “I know I’m safe,” you assure.

“Are you okay? I know this kind of thing takes time, just don’t want you to feel pressured,” you inquire.

“There you go overthinking,” he kisses your neck, “For you, it’s easy to turn on. You never took notice to how I always took control? No matter what we did?,”

He’s got a point. Any time you two went out grocery shopping because you were anxious and didn’t want to go alone, he hooked his arm with yours, took your list and did all the shopping. Any time you two went out to the movies, he’s picking your snacks and drinks and doing all the talking. A hand on the small of your back each time you two were out, always helping you zip up your dresses or fastening your necklaces.

It was subtle, but it was always there.

“I was made for you. I was made to take care of you,” he continues his trail of kisses, planting them wherever he pleases, “And you let me. Which means you were always mine,”

A relaxed sigh is released at his words. He’s right and you know it.

“So, knowing this. I’m more than okay and am filled with joy of knowing that I get to break you and put you back together again, over and over,”

Bucking your hips up wasn’t a good idea, considering he pinned them down and got your restraints ready.

“I need this. Noah, please I need you” a shameful cry bounces off the bars of the enclosure you found yourself in.

“I know,” he growled, fastening your hands into the cuffs and attaching the other bands to each thigh. With your hands tied to your thighs now, you wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“You need me to wreck you. To hurt you so that the stressors of your everyday light aren’t plaguing your brain for once,”

He squeezes your cheeks so your lips are parted and lifts your head up to move your hair out of the way so he can tighten the gag.

You looked so beautiful like this.

“I’m here to give you just that,” he grabs the rose, “I don’t care how many orgasms it takes. I’m going to reduce you to nothing and fill you back up with worth again. I will end you and resuscitate you over and over again until you’ve had enough. Is that understood?,”

“Yeth,” you slur around the gag.

“Good,” on his knees, between your legs, he turns the rose on and the low hum fills the space, he leans forward to spit on your nipples before placing the opening of the toy over your harden buds, your back swiftly arching off the bed with a moan around the silicone.

He’s at this for a while, just teasing your nipples, biting at your jawline, groaning in your ear until you’re leaking onto the silk sheets.

You’re begging around the gag but he just teasingly looks at you as if he can’t understand you. But he knows. He knows where you need him.

“It’s a lot, are you sure you can handle it on your clit?,” he smirks so devilishly it’s almost scary. But the twinge of fear makes you ache.

“Mmhmm mmhm!,” already drooling around the bar, you nod feverishly, just wanting to feel something, no, needing to feel something.

You get what you desire when he sits back up on his heels to spread your legs even wider to get a perfect view of your swollen clit, glistening as your arousal is painted all over your core.

When he finally attaches the toy to your clit, your toes are curling, your eyes are rolling and your back is arching.

Maybe you weren’t ready for this, maybe you should have gotten a wand or something.

“Relax,” he says simply, using his own legs to pin yours down.

“Breathe, Sugar. Just breathe. Look at me,” he sees the way your eyes are swimming with tears and it brings him satisfaction, especially when your chest is trembling from him keeping the buzzing toy on your sensitive bundle.

“It’s a lot, I know but I wouldn’t give you more than you could handle,”

He slowly inhaled with you, guiding you to calm you down but it was just too much, so much that you’re already cumming and groaning behind the gag which causes Noah to darkly chuckle.

But he keeps it there. He keeps the rose there and you’re convulsing under him when he sinks his fingers into your messy core.

“That was pathetic,” he looked into your eyes, “And you didn’t even ask,”

He got so much amusement out of your whimpers, how the hell were you supposed to ask with a gag in your mouth?! But maybe that’s the point? It’s a set up for him to milk you as a form of torture.

It was sadistic but, you were the masochist after all.

“You’re so creamy,” he said in a daze, absolutely obsessed with the way you’re painting his fingers, your walls pulsing around his appendages as if they’re trying to draw them in and keep them there.

“Noaaaaaaahh!!,” your cries muffled, your face so wet from the tears and the spit but Noah finds it beautiful, if he could, he’d paint how you looked right now and frame it, get it tattooed even.

“You can do it. You asked for this, remember?” His eyes rolled at the feeling of his fingers deep inside, drenched in your offering, his tattoos glistening, catching his eye in the ruby lighting. He just wanted to be bottomed out in you already.

You’re calling for him from around the gag, breasts shaking as you’re overcome with yet another blinding climax. Your nails dig into your thighs, just wanting to dig them into Noah’s instead and pull him toward you. You wanted him, you craved him.

“Sshhhh. You’re okay, Sugar. You’re doing so well for me,” he picked himself up off your legs and grabbed a rag to wipe the spit that dribbled down your chin, “I’m gonna turn you over, need you to give me one more before you have me. One more and we can take the cuffs and gag off okay?,”

Sitting you up, his hand supporting the back of your head as he checks over you, making sure you’re okay.

“Do you need anything? A break, water?,” he breaks character for a moment

With a verbal “Nuh uh” behind the bar, you let him position you like a Barbie, letting him move your legs, manually arching your back and propping a pillow under your head so you were comfy and could breathe.

You feel him leave open mouthed kisses on your ass, biting the pillowy skin just to hear you hum in delight.

“Can’t wait to give you what you want,” Noah positions himself under you so he can stare right up at your leaking heat, no matter the angle, it was a mesmerizing sight to see, “But first, I just need to taste you.”

He exasperated in desperation before using his hands to grab your ass, bringing you down and lifting his head to feast.

Your fists are clenching in your restraint and your moans are flowing from your chest like a river. His tongue worked your overstimulated clit, suckling and licking. He ate as if you were the finest delicacy, trying to savor but also consuming you with greed.

Your body just responded to him without a fight, you were his puppet and he pulled the strings but you happily danced for him, giving him what he wanted. Yet again you feel his fingers push into you, you’d never get enough of his fingers, he knew how to use them and he knew how to use you. You were a howling mess against the pillow when you feel your next orgasm approaching. How did he expect you to stay up like this? Your legs felt like jelly and you were falling a part.

“You can do it, baby. I feel it. You’re almost there,” he murmured against your pussy, “One more and you can have what you want but you gotta show me you want it,”

Oh God did you want it, and bad! Your head felt fuzzy, your body was playing tug of war, fighting between it being too much versus you wanting it.

You gave in. Pussy pulsing, chest burning from hyperventilating and muscles aching. Despite it all, you’re cumming for him again, giving into your deep craving to just be his doll.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he cheers, drinking you in. He pulls himself away to position you on your back, quickly working to remove your restraints and gag.

“Sit up for me, Sugar,”

Your head lulling to the side, both of you giggling about it. He has you drink some more water and cleans your face with the towel again.

“I’m ready,” it was a simple whisper, “Show me what I’ve been missing. Please, King,”

The title takes Noah by surprise. He thought it would take a few sessions to get you fully under his spell but, you truly were for him. You were ready to bow to him, to fulfill every quest he bestowed upon you.

It kind of pulled at his heart strings. Whenever he was out in the scene he only cared about showing the subs a good time, a time for him and them to release and never see each other again. But this, this was euphoria.

“Lie down for me,” he hums, taking off his lounge wear and boxers so he’s bare just like you are.

He was a beautiful man to begin with but to see him like this in all his glory? It had you feeling like royalty. Others got to see him, yes, but you… only you get to see him.

He makes sure you’re comfortable before he inches forward, the tip nudging your clit and he grabbed your hands when you flinched away at the contact, lacing his fingers between yours.

“Don’t run away from me,” his lips were so plump, glistening with his spit and you just know they still taste like you.

“Call it before I ruin you,” he gave you one more chance.

“Do it” it wasn’t a teasing phrase. You wanted it. You have yearned long enough and now your wish is his command. His pins your clasped hand to the bed and takes your free hand, guiding it to his cock.

“Take it,” he ordered.

He was a perfect mix of girth and length, a mouth water red tip that shines with precum, two prominent veins, yeah- he was going to destroy you.

You couldn’t help but stroke him, watching the way his mouth hung open and his eyes closed gently, this is the face of a King all right. Scooting closer to him, not wanting to leave any space, you slapped his tip against your own clit, the breath of both of you hitching in tandem. The noises that emitted from between the two of you, while you rubbing him against your entrance, were sinful.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting. Show me how bad you need me,” he growls, hiking both of your legs around his waist.

You guide him into you slowly, the eyes of both of you going wide, rejoicing in the way he fit in you like a missing puzzle piece, filling you up to make you whole.

“Fuck!,” choking on your own spit, the heels of your feet pulled him in so he could bottom out. You needed to catch your breath because you know once he gets started, you’ll lose it again. He drew in a shaky breath, bewitched by how good you feel.

“Give it to me,” you squeeze his hand, “Make me yours. I want to be yours. Ple- Oooooh fuck!!,”

His hips drew back and snapped into you, cutting you off as the pleasure drowns you. He kept the stacattoed pace, just taking in your expressions.

But then he saw the way you looked at him, it was a look of complete surrender, a look that says “I love you, I trust you”

It was a look to tell him to let go.

So, he used his free hand to take your thigh and press it back so your knee was almost touching your chest. This wasn’t Noah, the King was here and he was going to show you exactly why he was given that title.

You’re pinned beneath him from all angles and it’s overwhelming. His chain dangling in your face with each thrust, his voice smooth like suede as he talks you through it.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Take what I give you,”

Your moans slipped out like a hot knife to butter, he was fucking you through the mattress, bodies tangled and noises echoing through the room, he was making you melt.

“S-so fucking good!!,” the tears were spilling from your eyes and he just kissed them away without missing a beat.

“I know, Sugar,” he bows his head into your neck to leave a trail of bites, sinking his teeth into your dewy skin, your cries of surprise being music to his ears. You welcomed the pain of his biting, he had beautiful teeth and you always wondered what it would feel like for him to bite you. You don’t care if any marks are left. You’re his, he can leave marks for you to brandish all he wants.

“I’m so proud of you,” he grunted into your ear, “Coming to me all vulnerable, wanting me to take care of you and now you’re taking it like the good little slut you always wanted to be,”

“Please!,” your free hand tangles in his hair, your other makes crescent shaped dents in the back of his hand that held yours, “Please, fuck! Don’t stop!,”

Noah lifts his head to see the spaced out look in your eyes, half lidded and dick drunk. He never thought he’d see you like this.

“Please what? Use your words,” he pulls back from you to watch the look of despair on your face when he slows down.

Your words are caught in your throat, finding it hard to make a coherent sentence.

“Please, what, Sugar? Don’t make me ask again” He lets your leg go to grab the bar of the caged bed above your head, preparing to pick up his pace when you admit what you need.

“W-wanna cum around your cock,” it was a strong wail, one of pure carnal desire.

“You need it that bad?,” he teases.

“King, please. I need it so bad!!,”

The wind is knocked out of you as he sets his pace, rolling his hips, the tip of his cock rubbing against every sensitive spot within you, causing you both to be vocal. A harmony unmatched. His whimpers fueling you to make it to the finish line. He wasn’t ashamed of the noises he made, especially because he saw how they impacted you.

He let go of your hand and smacked you just like he did earlier, eyes rolling once again as the heat only adds to the pleasure.

“More, please, please, please!!,”

“Such a dirty fucking slut. Getting off to her King slapping her around like a rag doll,” he smacked you again, earning another loud cry from you, he could feel just how much you love it, he can feel it when you clench around him each time his hand meets your cheek.

“Yes, yes,” your eyes never left his, not shying away.

“You like it when it hurts?,” another slap delivered, “You like it when it hurts knowing I’ll make it all better?,”

“Fuck!,” the tears just keep spilling but he knows they’re tears of release, of pleasure, they’re tears for him. Another offering to the King.

“I’m gonna make it all better, Sugar. Just keep being good and taking it, okay?,”

“Y-yes,”

He grabs your cheeks, squishing them together again so his tongue can slide in your mouth effortlessly. Teeth clashing, spit being swapped, the energy between you two was potent, a potion that you’d keep coming back for, drinking it down without being asked.

“I wanna cum for you,” biting his bottom lip, you pull back with a fucked out smirk on your face, “I wanna make a mess. I wanna show you that I’m worthy,”

“I already know that you are, baby,” his thumb tracing small circles onto your clit, his other releasing the bar and coming to wrap around your neck, “I know you’re my pretty little slut who will do anything to stay in my good graces,���

When his hand began to squeeze at your neck you were done for. Your moans came out in tremors, you were clutching onto him in anywhere you can. You groan at the loss of contact on your clit until his thumb is replaced with the same toy he wrecked you with earlier.

“You’re gonna take this toy from me. You’re going to be a good girl for your King and make yourself cum on my cock. You hear me?,” his voice was dangerously low now, letting you know there was no negotiation.

With a shaking hand you snake your hand between the two of you, grabbing the bulbous toy from him and holding it against yourself despite your body telling you to pull away.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he assures, a soft kiss placed on your lips, “Just focus on me. I’m right here,”

He was so close now. One hand on your throat and the other holding the back of your head, pressing your foreheads together.

“My King,” you gasp, chest heaving as you feel yourself ready to fall off the edge.

“I’m gonna catch you. I’m always going to catch you, baby,”

Your eyes stared deeply into his and you just sobbed, needing this more than anything and you just cried. Getting fucked within an inch of your life so good you’re crying was not something you expected to happen considering your past endeavors with men who only cared about getting their own rocks off.

“I know. I know,” he’s still driving his hips deep into you and you’re circling the toy lightly on your swollen, cum soaked bud, you were almost there.

“Give it to me, Sugar. Give me what you owe me,”

And that was all she wrote.

With one deep gasp to fill your lungs he delivers a strong thrust, your fingers trembling around the toy so hard you accidentally turned it up to the next level and you were done for.

You practically screamed as Noah siphoned your orgasm out of you. You were shuddering beneath him as he kept thrusting, still talking you through it.

“You’re okay. You did so good for me, I’m right here. Fuck!”

With one last searing kiss, Noah is stilling his movements, emptying himself inside of you, both of you practically giving each other mouth to mouth CPR as you try to catch your breath. His head has fallen in the crook of your neck and your eyes are fighting to stay open.

“You can come back down now. Come back to me,” he mutters.

You slowly regain all your senses back. Taking in your surroundings and what just happened. As everything hits you, your cries echo in the room.

“Hey,” Noah is quick to sit both of you up and set you in his lap, “What’s going on in that head of yours?,”

Swallowing your cries and wiping your eyes you search for him, eyes connecting, the same beautiful brown eyes you could point out in any crowd.

“Thank you,” is all you say, “I needed that. More than you know,”

He smiles in relief, worried that the scene had somehow upset you.

“We got to get you cleaned up. We’ve got some aftercare to do and some things to talk about,”

Once both of you were all bathed, Noah took the time to moisturize your skin, apply soothing lotion to your ass and even being gentle in doing your skincare routine for you.

Once he has you curled up in his bed, he went to go clean the other room and brought back some snacks and water with electrolyte packets.

He takes it upon himself to feed you all while affirming how good you were. That you’re loved and cared for, not wanting to leave any room for doubt to sneak in.

“You okay to talk?,” he questions.

You sit up against the headboard, worried about what this talk can pertain to.

“I see the cogs turning, relax,” he soothes, “If you want this like I want this we need to talk,”

“I want this,” you answer definitively. He can’t help but laugh at your excitement.

“I know it’s a little too late to say that I don’t want to rush into things but, I’d like to rewind a bit and start at square one,”

“And that is?,”

“A date,” he answers simply. Sure you’ve gone on friend dates all the time but this is different, this is serious, “I want to build it from the ground up. I know we’ve been friends for ages and have built trust but this is different and I want to build a stronger foundation because I want this to work,”

You take in his words, listening as he goes over his requests and needs for the relationship. You gave him your own list of demands and found yourselves giddy at the fact that yes, you two are a living cliche.

But who cares?

It was you and Noah against the world now.

Til Kingdom Come.

This idea was burning in my head for ages and I had to write it!!

Please be sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed, thank you for your support!! 🥹

~Berry 🫐

tags: @lma1986 @thisbicc @theroyaldixon @whatitsdecending

[earpskeeper]

this is pt2 - pt1 to this fic can be found here

trigger warning - self harm (very minimal)

3k words

asks are open for requests

You knew the moment she stepped through the door that something had snapped in her. She didn’t take off her jacket. Didn’t look at you. Just dropped her bag and walked straight into the kitchen with a heaviness that made your stomach twist.

You followed, quiet.

“Daphi?” you tried gently.

Nothing.

She pulled open the fridge, stared inside, grabbed a bottle of water with a trembling hand.

“I’m guessing rehab wasn’t great.”

She laughed bitterly. “Oh no, rehab was brilliant. They told me I’m improving. That I might be able to start light training next week. Isn’t that fantastic?”

You blinked. “That is good, right?”

She turned then, her eyes burning. “Is it? Because it sure didn’t feel fucking good watching the team concede four goals today while I sat up in the stands like a useless lump.”

You stepped forward, keeping your voice calm. “Daph, that’s not fair. You’re not useless. You’re injured. You…”

“Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t say that. I know what I am. I know exactly what I am.”

“You’re projecting,” you said quietly. “You’re angry and hurt, and I get that. But don’t throw it at me like it’s my fault.”

“Oh my God, are you seriously making this about you right now?” she spat, voice rising. “You don’t get it. You’ve never gotten it. You just watch me break and say all the right comforting things like that’ll magically fix anything.”

You flinched at the venom in her tone. “I try because I care, Daphne. Because I love you.”

She scoffed. “Do you? Or do you love the version of me that’s winning games and looking good on socials?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Why not?” she said, stepping closer, voice low and shaking. “Isn’t that what this is about? You’ve been walking on eggshells for weeks, avoiding me ever since I came back from the semis. Admit it, you’re tired of me.”

Your jaw clenched. “I’m tired of watching you self-destruct and pushing everyone away and pretending you don’t need help! You wont even talk about what happened after that semi-final.”

“I don’t need help!”

“Yes, you do!” you exploded, finally losing control. “Jesus, Daph, this isn’t normal! You needed a fucking sedative to calm you down after that match cause you couldn’t breathe!” You continued to scream at her, but you weren’t done. 

“You barely sleep, you don’t eat unless I force you, you snap at everyone, and I haven’t seen you smile in months!”

She looked stunned. But only for a second.

Then came the blow.

“Maybe you should leave then.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that hurts worse than yelling.

You blinked at her, like you hadn’t heard right. “What?”

“You heard me.” Her voice was flat, cold. “If I’m such a fucking nightmare to be around, maybe you should go. Find someone easier. Someone who doesn’t suck the air out of the room.”

Tears stung your eyes. You swallowed hard. “You don’t mean that.”

She turned her back to you. “Does it matter?”

You stared at her trembling shoulders, the way her fists clenched at her sides.

“I’m going out for a walk,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “Because if I stay, I’ll say something I’ll regret.”

Her voice stopped you at the door.

“If you walk out now, don’t bother coming back.”

You froze.

Every word stabbed you. But it was the way she said it - like a dare, not a plea - that gutted you most.

You turned slowly. “What?” you whispered in disbelief over what you were hearing.

“You heard me” she spat out “If you leave now, then that is it, we are done.”

You didn’t say anything in response to that. You couldn’t. Instead you took one final look at her before leaving the house.

Back in the house, the silence was deafening. It closed in around her like a noose, suffocating and final.

She stood in the middle of the living room, staring blankly at the front door you'd just walked out of. The echo of your footsteps had long since vanished, but the look on your face after she had screamed at you was replaying on a loop in her mind. 

It cut deeper than she expected. Deeper than she wanted to admit. Because deep down, she'd known this was coming. Knew she’d been pushing too hard, lashing out too often. But instead of pulling herself back, she kept going, like someone testing how close to the edge she could get before she fell.

Well, here it was.

The edge.

And she was standing on it alone.

Her fists clenched. Her throat tightened. Her chest felt like it was caving in on itself.

She tried to breathe. In. Out. In again. But the panic swelled too fast, too sharp, pushing against her ribs like it wanted to crack them open from the inside.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice already cracking.

Then she moved, fast, almost too reckless, crossing the room in a few unsteady steps before she reeled back and kicked the wall.

Hard.

Pain exploded through her ankle with a sickening thud. The jolt ran up her leg, white-hot and blinding.

She screamed.

Her body gave out before she could register what was happening. She collapsed onto the floor in a crumpled heap, gasping, clutching her ankle, the tears coming fast now, not from the pain, not really. The pain was just another layer. Another thing to drown in.

She didn’t know if she was sobbing or screaming anymore. Maybe both. Her nails dug into the floorboards. Her body shook with the weight of everything she’d tried to suppress for weeks. Months. All the frustration, the fear, the hatred she felt toward herself. The helplessness of watching her life and her career, her relationships and her mind, spiral out of her control.

She wanted to hit something again. Scream again. Break something else; furniture, plates, herself - just to feel something she could understand.

But all she could do was cry.

Cry and press her forehead to the floor as her tears soaked into the wood and she just whispered apologies over and over again, like a broken record. As if, if she said it enough times you would hear her and come back but you never did. 

But you were gone.

And this time, she didn’t know if you’d come back at all.

That night, neither of you slept.

You wandered out of the house in a daze, barely registering that you hadn’t taken a coat. The air was cold and sharp, biting at your skin, but you welcomed it, anything to drown out the heaviness in your chest. You walked until your legs ached, until the streetlights turned to a hazy blur through your tears, and finally found yourself in the park down the street.

You sank onto a bench like you’d been dropped there, elbows on your knees, head in your hands.

And you cried.

Not quiet, dignified tears. Not the kind people wipe away quickly, hoping no one sees.

No, these were the kind of sobs that scraped your throat raw. The kind that made your chest hitch and your whole body shake. The kind that came from a place so deep, you weren’t sure you’d ever reach the bottom of it.

You cried for her. For the girl you’d fallen in love with - strong, stubborn, brilliant - and for the version of her who had crumbled under the pressure, who lashed out because she didn’t know how to ask for help.

You cried for the love you had poured into her, relentlessly and desperately, trying to hold her together with your bare hands while she pushed you away piece by piece.

You wanted to go back. Every part of you was screaming to do so. You could still picture her on the floor where you’d left her, that fractured look in her eyes. You could still feel her pain like it was your own.

But you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t keep stitching her wounds shut while she kept tearing yours open. Couldn’t keep being the only one trying.

Because love isn’t supposed to be something you survive. It’s supposed to feel like home.

And lately, she hadn’t felt like home at all.

You stayed on that bench for hours, until the sky started to shift, dark grey bleeding into the faintest hint of morning. Your body was stiff and aching, your eyes raw, your fingers numb from the cold.

Eventually, you stood and forced yourself to walk back.

When you pushed the front door open, the house was still. Hollow. Too quiet.

You stepped inside and stood there for a moment, listening and hoping, maybe, she’d be curled up on the couch waiting for you, or pacing the hallway with that guilt in her eyes. That she’d say something.

But the silence greeted you like a wall.

You didn’t go to your bedroom. You couldn’t. The memory of her voice still echoed in it, too loud, too sharp. Instead, you grabbed a pillow and blanket from the linen cupboard and slipped into the spare room. The sheets were cold. The mattress unfamiliar.

You left the door open just in case.

But she didn’t come.

Not after five minutes. Not after five hours. Not at all.

When morning came, you heard her moving around. Soft footsteps. A drawer opening. A bag zipper. The clink of a mug being set in the sink. You lay still, staring at the ceiling, afraid to breathe too loudly in case it broke the moment into something final.

And then the front door opened.

And closed.

She was gone.

No knock on the door. No whisper of your name. No apology. No explanation. No final look over her shoulder. Nothing.

She just left for rehab, like she promised.

And somehow, that hurt more than if she’d screamed again.

Because silence said the things words couldn’t, and that was when you knew.

You packed quietly. Moved on autopilot. There were no slammed drawers, just soft movements in the early morning hush. You couldn’t take everything with you, you knew that. Instead you settled on an overnight bag and started to pen a letter. One that would hold your love and pain. 

When you were done, you stood in the kitchen for a moment, clutching the letter you had rewritten three times. 

You didn’t want to be cruel. You didn’t want to add to the pain she was already feeling, but you had to be honest, with her and yourself. 

So the letter was simple:

My Daphi,

I love you. I probably always will. But I can’t keep doing this. I’ve tried. I’ve waited. I’ve hoped. But I’m tired. And I need to choose myself now.

I hope rehab helps you. I hope you find peace. I hope one day you understand why I had to go.

And with that you left the letter on the kitchen counter, your house key beside it, and picked up your bag before leaving the house. 

Daphne came home later than usual.

Rehab had gone well, or that’s what the physios told her. She did the drills. She showed progress. But inside, something still wasn’t right. She was quieter than usual, retreating into herself between sessions, barely making eye contact.

Most of the team let her be. But not everyone.

Kim caught up with her as she was packing up. Gentle voice. Steady presence.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“I’m fine,” Daphne muttered without looking up.

“You’re not.”

Daphne slung her bag over her shoulder, already walking toward the door. “I really don’t want to…”

“I’m not asking,” Kim spoke, stepping into her path. “She texted me. The other night. Just said to keep an eye on you.”

Daphne froze.

“She didn’t say anything else,” she added, softer now. “But she wouldn’t have done that if something wasn’t seriously wrong.”

Daphne looked down, her hand tightening around the strap of her bag. She blinked hard, but her eyes were starting to shine.

“Talk to me,” the girl said again, more gently this time. “What happened?”

Daphne shook her head at first, lips pressed tightly together, jaw clenched. She tried to swallow it. Tried to pull herself together. But her voice cracked when she finally spoke.

“She left.”

The teammate’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Daphne’s fingers dug into the fabric of her hoodie, like if she didn’t hold onto something, she might fall apart.

“She was trying so hard. Every day. Even when I was, when I wasn’t good to be around. She kept showing up. And I…I kept pushing her away. I yelled. I shut down. I said things I shouldn’t have. And last night it got bad.”

She sniffled and wiped at her face quickly, like she was embarrassed to be crying.

“I lost it. I said I didn’t need her. I was angry, and I scared her. She left the house. Didn't come back until hours later, and even then… she didn’t come to bed. Slept in the spare room, and I never went to her.”

She looked up, finally, and her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“How could I do that.”

The teammate was quiet for a moment. Then she stepped closer, hand on Daphne’s shoulder.

“You need to fix this,” she said softly. 

Daphne nodded slowly, eyes glassy, heart in her throat.

That was when she decided to stop at your favorite bakery. To pick up the sunflowers you loved. To rehearse what she would say at the door.

But the house was empty when she arrived.

And the letter was waiting on the kitchen counter.

When she read it, she didn’t cry. Not at first.

She sat down.

Stared.

And then the sound - raw, guttural - tore its way out of her chest and echoed through the silence.

You thought she’d be at training.

That was the plan. You’d come back to collect the rest of your things - just a few boxes, some clothes, the little things you’d left behind in the chaos of the last few days. You needed closure. You told yourself it was just practical.

The house was quieter than you expected when you stepped inside. The soft hum of the traffic outside permeated through the windows. You called out her name softly, your voice catching in your throat.

“Daphne?”

No answer.

You moved through the rooms, heart beating faster. Then, from down the hall, you heard it.

A faint sound. Not quite crying, not quite sobbing. More like a quiet, ragged breathing.

Your steps quickened.

You found her in the bathroom.

She was crouched on the cold tile floor, eyes red and swollen, trembling with hands clenched tight around something you couldn’t quite see at first.

Your breath caught and instinct took over. 

You rushed forward, gently pulling her hands away before she could hurt herself.

“Daph, please stop,” you pleaded, voice steady but urgent as you reached out toward her in the dim bathroom light.

Her eyes were wild, unfocused, panic flooding them like a storm. She flailed suddenly, twisting away from your hands, desperate to break free. “No! Don’t touch me!” she gasped, breath ragged, completely unaware you were there.

You stayed calm, holding on gently but firmly, refusing to let go. “It’s me,” you said softly, voice full of care. “You’re not alone.”

Her breathing hitched. For a moment, confusion flickered behind the panic. Recognition began to dawn - but fear still gripped her tight, and she struggled weakly, her body tense and trembling.

Slowly, exhaustion seeped in. The fight drained out of her limbs. Her shoulders sagged, and finally, she crumpled against you, breaking down into a flood of tears.

You wrapped your arms around her, rocking gently as she let go at last, sobbing out all the pain she’d been holding inside.

When the tears slowed, she whispered, voice barely audible, “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s okay to not be okay. But you don’t have to do this alone.”

After a long moment, you carefully helped her up and guided her to the bed, wrapping a soft blanket around her shoulders. Her body still trembled, but the immediate panic had faded, replaced by quiet exhaustion.

You stayed with her, fingers gently brushing through her hair, whispering soothing words she barely registered as she began to fall asleep. 

Eventually, you stood and made your way to the phone, hands shaking slightly as you dialed the club therapist’s number.

“Hi, it’s Y/N,” you said quietly once someone answered. “I need to make an urgent appointment for Daphne. She’s struggling, really struggling and she needs help.”

There was a pause, then a calm, understanding voice on the other end.

“We’ll get her seen as soon as possible.”

You returned to Daphne, sitting down beside her again and just watched her sleep. It was as if this was the calm before the storm as you knew the conversations that would be happening wouldn’t be nice, but necessary.

Daphne woke up around 2 hours later. She was disorientated until she cast her eyes onto you and then realisation hit her. Everything that had gone down, everything that had happened. And she cast her gaze down trying to fight off tears. 

When she finally looked at you, there was a small, shaky breath, as if she was trying to gather strength.

You took her hand gently, meeting her gaze.

“We’re going to get through this,” you promised softly. “But we need some rules now. You have to promise me you’ll talk to someone when it gets too much. You can’t keep it all inside.”

She hesitated, lips pressed tight. Then a small protest.

“I don’t want to.”

You held up a finger, cutting her off softly but firmly.

“This isn’t optional, Daph. I’ve already talked to the club therapist about what’s been happening. If you want to stay here, if you want to heal at home, you need to follow these rules. No more hiding. No more shutting me out. If you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to admit you to a mental health unit. I don’t want to do that. But I will.”

Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time, you saw a flicker of understanding.

You squeezed her hand.

“We’re in this together.”