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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day.

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual.

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand.

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed.

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying.

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot.

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face.

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him.

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee.

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?”

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering.

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

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r0und3bitch · 3 years ago

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I have tried to start this reblog like 7 times now and I truly don't even fucking know where to begin!

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First off, YOU ARE AN AMAZING, BRILLIANT, IMAGINIATIVE, CREATIVE WRITER!!!! My mind is so blown right now! How you are able to write such dominance while turning it all to sweet mushy-ness?! THE DEPTH!?!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The way Rafe is so clearly apprehensive and he expects her to be impatient but she is nothing but understanding and wants him to feel SAFE! How he wants to be good FOR HER. I CANT!!!

I'm just gonna openly and vulnerably say this fucking blurb/chapter/part WHATEVER WE ARE CALLING IT opened up a whole new world of things for me. Like why do i feel like I'm walking away like I'M THE ONE WHO LEARNED SOME THINGS?! DUDE, I'm not okay. 😅😅😅😅😅😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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The intimacy had them both struggling to cope, neither expecting it to feel like this. The boy starved for affection now being showered in it. The girl used to repressing her instincts giving in. He opened his eyes and met her gaze, emotion swirling in both of them. She broke the stare first, pushing down the confusing feelings that started bubbling up. Her lips finally met his for the first time that night in a sweet, chaste kiss. A kiss over too soon if you asked him.

^^^^ THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCK! The parallels between them?! The boy starved for attention and the girl used to repressing her instincts?! This is amazing! How they’re both able to give each other what they really need like no one else has before?! I have read this paragraph SO MANY TIMES!

How she realizes he’s MAKING HER HAPPY! (and home girl didnt even come, THATS SAYIN SOMETHING!)

The part where he gets embarrassed and she just reassures him....I think my heart literally gave out while reading this. THE SWEETEST FUCKING THING EVER. AND THEN SHE HOLD HIM!?!?! Someone needs to hold ME because I AM NOT FUCKING OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lines that TRULY FUCKING MURDERED ME:

“You said you wanted to be a good boy.” She trailed off, searching for something. “Did you mean it?”

“Please what?” He groaned at that. She knew what he needed but she’s forcing him to say it. “Please... I need-“ his eyes closed now “Please touch me.” (GIRL I THINK I MAY HAVE ACTUALLY LET OUT A MOAN AT THIS....) 🥵

He looked so lost and soft and sad in that moment it clenched at her heart but he disobeyed her and he needed to be punished. 😵

“What’s your color, baby boy?”

“Such a good boy for me.”

“You with me?” she asked with a quirk of her brow. A giggle left him and she swore it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. “Yeah...” he answered, still smiling, as his eyes closed again. 🥺😩

“Hey...” his low voice startled her. “Hey. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head “Where were you?” He whispered as he reached his hand out towards her. He was clearly needy and it clenched at her heart. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Just got changed. I’m right here, sweet boy.”

“Come here, sweet boy”

THIS. WAS. FUCKING. BRILLIANT!!

You are so so so incredibly talented I truly cannot put it into words. I am so happy that you shared this with us and will literally die for any single fucking crumb more you give me. I am so so so so so so amazed by you and cannot even begin to explain the things this did to me.

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The Sounds of a Good Boy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Rafe submits for the first time and a whole new world of pleasure is opened up to him. (Basically smut with a fluffy ending)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, overstimulation (male receiving), handjobs, praise kink, (slight) pain kink, some tears, fluffy aftercare

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is my first time posting something I’ve written so I’m quite nervous / don’t yet know how it all works so please be patient with me! Having said that, this a sort of excerpt chapter out of a series I’ve started writing - but it can be a stand alone oneshot too. I’ve noticed a severe lack of sub!Rafe content so I decided to do something about it lol. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like it to maybe be a series!

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated.

Happy reading! 🥰

The Sounds of a Good Boy

He was sat on the bed in front of her, naked per her request. He was looking flushed and needy and so pretty that she wanted to kiss him, but he hadn’t earned that. Not yet.

He was waiting for her to make a move, do something, anything really. But she just stood there, still fully clothed, staring at him. The way her eyes were running over him reminded him of that first night; he felt like she wanted to devour him and that’s the same look she was giving him now. His cock twitched from the heat of her gaze, painfully hard now, desperate for some kind of release. He knew she wouldn’t give it to him though, she made that pretty clear. She wanted him to suffer first.

“Lay down for me.” She ordered, voice low and smooth. He could feel his heart racing as he positioned himself down in the middle of her bed, eyes never straying from her.

She turned towards her dresser and opened up one of the drawers. “You said you wanted to be a good boy.” She trailed off, searching for something. “Did you mean it?” She turned her head to meet his eye, waiting for his response.

His voice was an octave higher than it had been earlier when he spoke. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yes?” “Yes. I meant it.” She seemed satisfied with his answer as she turned and closed the drawer, having found what she was looking for.

She took slow, purposeful steps towards him, as if she had all the time in the world, while he was growing ever more desperate for her touch.

“Do you have a safe word?” She asked, dropping the items she grabbed onto the foot of the bed. He tried making out what it was she brought out but he couldn’t see it. He hadn’t realized he hadn’t answered her untill he felt a sudden pain as she slapped his thigh. He yelped, shocked face looking up at her. “I don’t like repeating myself, Rafe.” Her tone was steady and calm, a stark contrast to her words and actions. He wracked his brain for a moment trying to remember her question. “Um... no?” She quirked her eyebrow at that. “Is that an answer or a question?” She was playing with him.

“No, I don’t.” He stated now, more sure.

She noded. “Pick one. It can be anything, but you need to be able to remember it.” He tried to think of something but for some reason he was drawing a blank.

As if she could sense it, she decided to help him out. “We can use the traffic light method if it’s easier.” He looked at her confused. “What is that?”

“It’s the colors. Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, check in with your partner. And red means stop.” He was nodding along, seemingly following.

“So when I ask you what your color is you’ll say...” she trailed off there with a purposeful look, holding his gaze. It took a few seconds for him to realize what she wanted him to say. “Green.” He spoke with certainty. She smiled at that. “Good boy.”

The way he swallowed and the way his cock twitched on his stomach at the name did not go unnoticed by her. He liked praise. She expected he would but still felt a warmth in her belly at the confirmation.

“Put your hands behind your pillow, baby.” He groaned at the pet name and promptly obeyed, hands grabbing his pillow from underneath, the anticipation killing him.

She was loving how responsive he was to her already and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “You’re gonna keep them there. Yes?” He nodded, just needing her to get moving already. That wasn’t good enough for her though.

“I need you to use your words. Can you do that?” He gulped at the sight of her climbing onto the foot of her bed, kneeling by his legs. He was taking too long to respond again. “Rafe.” Her voice cut through his daze, sharp- she was losing patience.

“Y-yes. Yes I can...I will.” He was nodding along with his words, determined to stay on her good side, hoping she’ll have some mercy on him. If he could just focus on answering her questions and doing what she says she won’t have reason to get pissed off.

“Okay. Good.” She picked up one of the items from the bed - a jar. “Are you allergic to coconut?” This question threw him for a loop. “What?” She tsked. “We talked about this. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He shook his head. “No. No I’m not- I’m not allergic.”

“Okay. Good. We’re gonna use this then.” She showed him the jar that said coconut oil. The look on his face made clear he was confused again. “For lube.” She clarified. His eyes widened at that, finally clicking. “Right.”

“I’ve got a few things here that we can try out. If you feel comfortable, of course.” She picked up and showed him a bullet vibrator, an elastic hairtie and a small buttplug. She noticed his reaction to the buttplug was not a particularly excited one. He seemed nervous. “We don’t have to use anything you don’t want.” He swallowed, trying to figure out if his apprehension would end up disappointing her but she was looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding. “I’ve uhm... I’ve never done that.”

“The plug?” He nodded. “Have you ever done anything else? Any butt play?” He shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. We can forget that then.” She pushed the plug away from them.

She seemed understanding. But he wanted to be brave and he wanted to be good and he wanted desperately for her to be pleased with him. “We can uh.. we can try...” he stuttered. She could tell he was scared though. “If you’d like to try anal play we can do that, we can start small. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand?” She held his gaze as she spoke.

“Yeah. I understand.”

She smiled and his stomach felt fluttery at the sight. So pretty.

“Um but we can try... I mean... I want to try.”

She stared into his eyes looking for any hint of doubt. “Okay, baby. We’ll see how it goes.” She was smiling and he was embarrassed at the fact his cock twitched at the sight.

“What about the rest? You good with these?” She motioned to the vibe and the rubber band. “Yeah.”

“So I wanna try some overstimulation. Do you consent to that?” She was opening the jar of coconut oil as she posed the question. He was buzzing with anticipation, desperate for her to finally touch him. The slap to his other thigh seemed far stronger than the last one and though it shocked him he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him. He realized he hadn’t answered her again.

“Yes! Yes I consent. I consent. Please.” He was whining now, cock throbbing. She was so close and yet so far he thought he might cry if he doesn’t feel her soon.

“Please what?” He groaned at that. She knew what he needed but she’s forcing him to say it. “Please... I need-“ his eyes closed now “Please touch me.”

His eyes snapped open when her hands met his thighs. Her touch was gentle and soothing as she rubbed over the skin where her hits had landed. It stung but it also felt wonderful because she was finally touching him. She ran her hands over his legs and thighs, massaging, rubbing, teasing. It felt good but he needed more. He had been so desperate for so long that now that he felt her skin his cock was already leaking; precum dripping down his tip and onto his stomach. He was red all over and she could feel her excitement dampening her panties. Such a pretty boy. So hard, so needy, so good for her.

She scooped some coconut oil onto her palm and finally made contact with his poor cock. The moan he let out was loud and he would have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Having her hands rubbing the oil over his cock and balls had him twitching in her palm, panting, eyes closing. He didn’t want to risk coming too quickly so he forced deep breaths into his lungs as she oiled him up. The massage felt wonderful, finally getting the attention he had been desperately craving. She kept going, rubbing on his pubic bone and massaging his hips and thighs. The desperate little noises he was making were working wonders for her ego. She decided she wants to draw out every sound he can possibly make while she teases and pleases him.

Once he was oiled up to her satisfaction, she took hold of the rubber band and gently wrapped it around his cock and balls. He hissed at the odd feeling of constriction. “Too tight?” she asked as she adjusted the band slightly. “It’s fine.” Accepting his breathy answer she pulled away from him, wanting to simply take in the sight before her. He was panting hard, anxious for her next move, wild eyes on her, cock red and throbbing. He looked absolutely delicious.

She could see his eyes getting teary, but he was being good, trying so hard to stay still and patient even though he was desperate for release. Deciding it was enough teasing for now, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and started pumping, slow and gentle. He was a whiny mess under her, twitching and squirming, needing more but not wanting to push it. She massaged his balls with her other hand while jerking him off a little faster. Every breathy moan that left him went straight to her core. She rubbed his tip on the upstroke and he whimpered, spurring her on. The repeated action on his tip had him breathing fast, trying to control himself. It felt so fucking good. She was so good at this.

She then wrapped both hands around his shaft and started pumping faster, his moans getting louder. He was twitching hard, every muscle in his body tightly wound as she played with him. She kept alternating between pumps and rubbing his tip and he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“Feel good, baby?” Her voice startled him, he was so dazed. “Y-yeah” he whined out.

“You’re doing great. Such a good boy.” He groaned loudly at that, the praise and her movements on him getting to be too much. “I’m cl- I’m close.” he moaned out.

She slowed then, letting him twitch in her hand, stopping her movements completely. He whined, needing to cum but she wasn’t letting him. This was torture, but God it felt so good.

Once his twitching calmed down she slowly started up her movements, quickly gaining speed and force as she brought him to the brink again. “Shit! Please, please, please” he pleaded when she slowed down again. “Please what?” Her voice was taunting him. “Please I need-please let me come.”

He was whiny and sweaty, hair matted to his forhead, face red, abs constricting as his whole body begged for release. She picked up the pace again, very fast now as she drove him mad. He was sensitive and so close, eyes clenched in anticipation. Then he felt a hard slap on his shaft, pain bringing him out of his daze, thrill of the sting running through his buzzing nerves. “Fuck!” He yelped and groaned, desperately grabbing at the pillow to force himself not to move his hands, scared of what she’d do if he did.

“I wanna see your pretty eyes, keep them open.” she commanded, jerking him off faster and torturing his tip again. He was squirming so hard she thought she’d have to physically restrain him if he kept it up. “Gimme your color, baby!” she demanded as she brought him closer to the edge. “G-green! Green! Please! Shit” his pleads turned to incoherent mumbles as she sped up her movements. “You gonna cum for me?” Her question drew out a low groaned out “Yes please...”

“Come now, baby” she ordered as she squeezed his cock and he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. Hot spurts of cum left him as his whole body shook under her, deep and loud moans accompanying them. She held him in her palm as he came all over his stomach and cock, as well as her hand; panting, his orgasm leaving him exausted. He swore he had never cum so hard in his life.

As he tried catching his breath she started lazily rubbing his cock again. His breath hitched and his hips buckled up into her hands; half wanting to push her off half needing her to keep going. She started rubbing on his tip and he hissed. The flesh red as can be, nerves so sensitive that he felt grateful he was lying down, knowing that if he had been standing his knees would’ve given out already. He was whining under her touch, the overstimulation giving him both pain and pleasure entwined in a way he never experienced before. It was intense and his whole body was twitching against his will. He could feel his high coming again. He hoped to God she wouldn’t deny him now because he was sure he had no control over his own dick anymore.

His pants got louder and he groaned out as his second orgasm approached. “I’m gon-gonna cum” he whined as she teased his tip relentlessly. “Go on, cum for me.” His grunts were louder than before and as he came again his whole body was shaking. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, buckling wildly as his seed painted her hand and his crotch. “Oh God, oh God... shit shit shit!” Curses left his lips as his second orgasm washed over him and as he came down he wasn’t sure which way was up and which was down. He felt like his mind was floating in a weird sort of bubble and his body was no longer his own.

She gently massaged his cock as he tried to find his breath again. One hand slipped to that soft spot of flesh under his balls and started rubbing. Applying a bit more pressure she hit his prostate and the gasped noise he let out gave her the biggest thrill. The unfamiliar sensation flowed through him and he wasn’t sure what she was doing but it felt really fucking good.

He was so tired and he didn’t think his cock could handle any more but this was different. He could feel the heat from where her fingers were nimbly massaging him spread through his entire body like wildfire. His soft moans and pants filled the room up and she delighted at the sounds he was making - the way his body reacted from unfiltered, genuine pleasure. Having this 6’3” boy under her, seeing in real time the way his mind and body opened up to her was inspiring a fluttery feeling in her stomach.

The low buzzing broke him out of his dazed state just in time to feel her press the vibrator against his balls. He jerked against her, the vibrations overwhelming his senses. It was becoming very difficult for him to control his body and his arms left their place behind his head to grab at her hands; not really sure whether he wanted to push her away and beg her to stop or give him everything she wanted. As soon as his hands met her skin though, everything stopped. No vibrations, no touch. He felt so cold without her hands on him, so cold it made a few tears fall down his cheeks. Not understanding what happened he searched her eyes for explanation. He looked so lost and soft and sad in that moment it clenched at her heart but he disobeyed her and he needed to be punished.

“I thought I told you to keep your hands under your pillow.” She saw the look of realization pass over him as she sat back on her heels. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to...” He couldn’t handle this sudden shift, one second he’s feeling everything at once and now he has nothing at all, the distance between them painful. “Please.” he cried, needing her to touch him again, relieve him of this tension she built up in him. “You were doing so good, too.” She tsked at him. Her words causing his tears to fall freely now. “I didn’t meant to! I’m s-o so sorry!” he gasped through his tears and she could feel her resolve weakening.

“You’re sorry?” she questioned. “Yes! Yes I’m sorry! Please” his whine turned into a wail as she slapped his cock, hard. “Fuck!” he cried out. The pain was too much but he needed her touch so bad that even the harsh sting was welcomed by him. “Please...” “Please what?” “Please please touch me please I’m sorry” he was sniffling and his eyes were puffy.

How could she deny him when he had been so good for her? When he was so vulnerable and beautiful? She gave in then, grabbing his dick again and turning the vibrator onto the highest setting, pressing it just below his head as she turned it on. The way his body jumped, hips pushed up, his cries turned into ones of overwhelming pleasure had her clenching, squeezing her thighs together. She wanted to punish him further but she knew he couldn’t handle much more and he was still new at this.

“What’s your color, baby boy?” The pet name soothing the ache in his body, her hands working him bringing back all the warmth from before increased tenfold. “G-gre-green!” He managed to stutter out, the pain and pleasure too much for him to do any more. He gasped as she pushed the vibrator against the same soft spot beneath his balls and used her fist to torture his tip. He was on the verge of passing out. “I’m c-cum-” His words turned to a loud groan as his high took over. Spasms overcoming his body as last spurts of cum left him as he trashed under her. She worked him through his orgasm as his eyes rolled back untill he finally fell limp down on the bed.

She could tell he was done. His chest heaving, head lolled back on the pillow, trying to come down from the biggest high of his life. His eyes fluttered, trying to come back to earth. She turned the vibrator off and gently took the rubber band off of him. He hissed at her movements, too sensitive. “Shh I know, baby.” She soothed him as she freed him from the constraints and rubbed circles over his hip and thigh. His muscles were still shakey so her movements were soft and warm, trying to coax him back into the room. “You did so good, baby.” She laid soft kisses on his hip and stomach as her hands worked his muscles. “Such a good boy for me.” He stirred and let out a whimper at that. The praise would have made him blush if he wasn’t already fucking red all over. “So pretty.” she said as his eyes finally opened and met hers.

He had an exausted but dopey smile on his face as he looked at her and she couldn’t hold back her own. “You with me?” she asked with a quirk of her brow. A giggle left him and she swore it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. “Yeah...” he answered, still smiling, as his eyes closed again. “Just tired...” he mumbled. She couldn’t help but admire him; he was the prettiest boy she’d ever seen and the mere fact that he looked so blissfully fucked out because of her had her feeling all tingly inside. Not exactly sure what to make of that she snapped out of her daze.

She crawled up the bed towards him as his tired eyes followed her movements. Now face to face, she could see the dried tearstains on his cheeks and she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss them. So she did. His eyes fluttered closed as her lips met the salty trails on his cheeks, following their path with soft gentle kisses. The moment so tender he thought he might cry again. She held his head in warm hands as she kissed all over his face ending with two kisses placed over each closed eyelid.

She pushed herself off the bed and collected the discarded items, returning the untouched plug back in the drawer, throwing the used rubberband into the trash and setting the vibrator on the dresser to be washed later. His voice caught her on her way to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” He sounded sleepy, voice gravelly from all the noises he had made earlier. “I’m just gonna get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” She gave him a small reassuring smile and he just nodded, trusting her word.

After washing her hands she ran a soft washcloth under the warm water. When she caught her reflection in the mirror she realized she looked flushed and there was a softness to her features - she seemed happy. The realization that she was feeling blissed out even though she hadn’t gotten off herself was something she decided to shelve away to be analysed another day. She quickly turned the water off and made her way back to him.

He squinted his eye open as he heard her footsteps. He was somewhere on the brink of sleep, bone tired but still buzzing with excitement over what just happened.

She was met with a blissed out smile on his face as he watched her climb onto the bed with half open eyes. The butterflies were really having a field day in her stomach. She gently cleaned him up with the washcloth, careful not to irritate his sensitive skin any more. The few winces he let out were met by soothing kisses on his skin as she slowly took care of the mess they made. When she was satisfied he was clean enough, she went back to the bathroom to throw the washcloth in the laundry bin and pee. When she came back his soft snores filled the room and she smiled at the sight. So cute.

She slowly took her clothes off and changed into clean underwear and a sleep shirt, carefully climbing into bed, not wanting to wake him. Pulling the covers over his naked body made him stir and he blinked his eye open to see her lying down beside him. “Hey...” his low voice startled her. “Hey. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head “Where were you?” He whispered as he reached his hand out towards her. He was clearly needy and it clenched at her heart. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Just got changed. I’m right here, sweet boy.”

He blushed at the new pet name and tried to hide his face in the pillow. She laughed “Don’t do that.” She brought them closer together, wrapping her arms around him. His face found its place in the crook of her neck, red cheeks leaving warmth on her skin.

He was embarrassed; of his reaction to her words, of everything that happened earlier. He had never experienced anything like that before and he wasn’t sure how to process it all. He could feel himself craving her touch, in the most innocent sense of the word and it threw him. As if she could hear his thoughts she asked “Do you want me to hold you?” He couldn’t trust his voice so he just nodded, hoping she wouldn’t force him to speak the way she had earlier. But she didn’t. “Come here, sweet boy” she positioned him so that he lay half on top of her, his head resting on her chest. She was playing with his hair and rubbing soft comforting circles into his back. She was so warm and she smelled so nice and in that moment her touch made him feel safe.

As they lay there for a while, his tired brain managed to catch a single thought before it floated out of his mind and sleep caught him. “You didn’t come” he mumbled into her skin. “Shhh that’s okay” she whispered. “No, no-“ he protested, trying and failing to move, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as she did him not 30 minutes ago. Her hands tightened around him, forcing his weak movements to falter. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Just go to sleep, baby.” She cooed and as she pressed soft kisses into his hair all the protests died down in his mind and he fell asleep wrapped up in her embrace.

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