#nonsexual submission

[shibarixrabbit]

Never experienced genuine subspace like this ever before, and I want, no need, more. Bottoming for an experienced Top is something I had yet to experience before attending a play party a couple of weeks ago, and it was the most incredible and magical feeling ever.

This Top began tying me to myself, and it happened almost instantly. I could feel my eyelids sag, my body relax, and my mind fogged over as all I could focus on was the feeling of rope against my skin. I fell in love with rope all over again and I'm looking forward to planning another scene with him soon.

[dsauwishfulfillment]

Bless my housemate who let me indulge in nonsexual service submission by having me hold their mirror steady while they cut their hair 💇🏻

[reactionimagesdaily]

[shibarixrabbit]

If I'm obviously having a bad day or am really overwhelmed (and I have time for it), PLEASE feel free to force me into any headspace you think is best for me at that moment.

[puppyboychewtoy]

i wish there was a(n easy) way to have like. nonsexual D/s friends? that is... still belonging entirely and solely to my owner, of course, but having dominant friends who i'm submissive around: i'm expected to do small favors and tasks, fetching them water or cooking a small meal, starting their car to warm it up before they go out, little stuff like that and other things too like needing permission to use furniture; and in return i get headpats and praise and treats. it seems like a win win for everyone. i get to spend some time in that simpler headspace for a bit, they get someone to make their life a little cushier for a bit, we both get to enjoy each other's company..

[bound-vivisection]

Ok ok I’m a sucker for non sexual submission and I love when fics have that aspect of being able to submit for non sexual reasons just peace of mind and I think Steve would need that aspect of the relationship a lot more than he likes to admit !! I think he would love to be able to submit and not feel like there is something more expected of him that all he has to do is go into sub space and be good for his Dom and him existing is basically enough for Eddie to praise him !! Also also Steve being a service submission is my HC for sub Steve like dude is definitely a sub that loves doing things for his Dom and gets pleasure out of being at Eddies beacon call helping him with whatever he wants sexual and non sexual because he feels useful and wanted and my last thing I feel the need to add is Steve isn’t the submissive that falls out of dynamic when with friends or in public obvious it’s way more subtle but he’s always eddies submissive and he can’t get out of that mindset so they do subtle things to make Steve feel subby like him sitting between Eddie legs on the floor when they are doing group movie watches because it reminds Steve of kneeling for Eddie but no one would notice that and Eddie ordering for him when they go out cause Eddie knows what Steve wants always and he likes not making the decision but yah anyway I got carried away vv sorry but I love your account and your steddie content is one of my favs on tumblr <333

Sorry it took so long to reply, I love everything on here and I wanted to wait till I could respond to everything.

I fully intend to include non-sexual acts of submission. I headcanon Steve’s love language as acts of service, and believe that once he gets a taste of how submission makes him feel that he would crave it without even realizing at first. For instance sometimes he just wants to sit on the floor and nuzzle his cheek into Eddie’s thigh while they do homework. Or cooking not only because he wants Eddie to eat but also because he wants to make him proud. I don’t wanna give too much away but I have some ideas for this.

I also fully agree that while the way they act might be more subtle that the dynamic will still continue around friends and in public. It helps that Eddie is good at reading Steve and knows exactly what he needs at any time. (I also might let Eddie abuse this fact for funsies sometimes)

Even if Steve goes out alone he still has a set of rules and expectations to abide by, when I say 24/7 dynamic I mean 24/7.

In love with this ask btw, it had me giggling and kicking my feet at work.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Any of y'all's brains ever just write 3 different versions of a scene for a ship you don't even ship?

[inthecrawlspace]

welcome to the bug zone

• Not safe for minors, 18+ only

•the content of this sideblog occupies the space between non-sexual submission and whump, i v strongly recommend you're cool with both of those things if you follow because like. this is the d/s and whump store.

• it feeds my fantasies of being gently pitied and held in both hands, like a sad wet rat or perhaps a bird

• super into penance/discipline/redemption themes. like yesss make me holy and pure, chastise me and purify my sins lmao

•in this context i like most of the stuff that goes with bd/sm minus the fucking. it's actually quite soft though

• obsessed with sympathetic carewhumpers and for-your-own-good content but i don't rule out cold-blooded torturer whumpers

• eroticism if any probably won't exceed 'romantic', or 'slightly sensual' but may include (written) nudity and b/d/s/m scenarios especially impact play

• the rest is just normal whump/angst/hurt & comfort. i love it, i love it all, i love the pathos and martyrdom. fill me with tender sorrow pls

• i swear i can actually write, it's just that this post is being written in a mobile browser and it's agony to edit so i just want to get it done.

• queer and queer positive 💜

• dude what if we followed each other 😳 just kidding. unless?

[parvuls]

re: little-seen kinks in omgcp fandom. maybe not as rare as some, but size difference is not nearly brought up enough. it's notable that even with bitty's history of being bullied by bigger guys, he's attracted to a large jock. the height difference isn't even that great but jack's so much wider and more muscular; how much does bitty love just being smothered by this boy, being carried by him? also the implication that big boys have big appetites and you can't convince me that isn't one of bitty's kinks. (likewise, bitty being stronger than he looks is totally a turn-on for jack.)

everything about this is so true and so valid and so right BUT let's be honest, you actually brought up one of the most underrepresented kink in omgcp - food kinks.

I'm talking everything from your garden variety foodplay (where is all the cliché erotic chocolate sauce??) to the more extreme feeder fetishes. jack DOES have a big appetite. a 210lbs hockey player would need to eat! around! 4000-4500 calories! a day!

and lord knows jack zimmermann doesn't feed himself when bitty's around to do it. bitty would simply not have it.

pspspsps come out of hiding where are all the justice warriors to write the foodplay fics we deserve

[biollyante]

looking up facts about barotrauma, blushing and fanning myself

[direwombat]

Good morning its the day after I took that kink quiz for syb and I really can't get over it because she also falls into a religiously centered bdsm dynamic with Joe during the bunker years wherein joseph 'doms' by having her atone for her sins and by ritualistically opening her stigmata and she subs by continually confessing new sins to atone for whenever she starts feeling numb. They are both incredibly toxically codependent about it too

[bratzforchris]

Billionaire Baby

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Summary: In which Luke pays off your tuition in full and only asks for one thing in return

Pairing: Sugar daddy and investment banker!Luke x sub!reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, nonsexual submission, overstimulation, jacuzzi fucking, doggy style, mentions of free use, unprotected p in v, fingering, underage drinking given to reader by Luke, sugar daddy mentions, student (university/18+) x older male relationship, bondage, Luke has an obedience kink, overall really fucking filthy and a bit fluffy ;)

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Luke leans more towards boyfriend instead of sugar daddy than I originally planned, but I still adore this work anyway. I put my heart and soul into this piece, so reblogs are much appreciated :)!

DNI under 18

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“What the fuck…” You mumbled, scrolling through your email. 

You were sitting in the library, trying to study for your upcoming biochem exam, but failing a bit. You were getting distracted by everything, hence why you were scrolling through your email on your laptop instead of studying. The email was from two hours ago and it was asking you to come to the dean’s office today at three for a meeting. 

You began to panic a bit, wondering why on earth the dean wanted to have a meeting with you. You had never, ever been in trouble academically or ever, for that matter. You were a bit behind on your loan payments, but not so much they were rescinding your admission, right? You cursed when you realized that it was currently two-thirty, and the dean’s office was on the other side of campus. 

Quickly shoving your laptop, books, and stationery into your bookbag, you hurried out of the library that you loved oh-so-dearly. Going to Columbia University had been your dream since second grade, and that day that you saw the main library on your tour in tenth grade just confirmed that this was the school for you. 

You slowed your pace a bit when you got closer to the building, taking a moment to soak in the crisp, fall air and the splotches of autumn that decorated the New York City sidewalks. You pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and hurried up the steps of the School of Professional Studies. 

“Hi,” You whispered quietly to the lady at the front desk as you signed in. 

“Oh, it’s you,” she said, eyeing you up and down. “You’re a very lucky girl.” she winked. 

You furrowed your brow, wanting to ask what she meant, but not wanting to be rude. You eventually just shook your head and sat down in the lobby while you waited to be called back. This was a huge school, full of children of the rich and famous. She must’ve had you confused with someone else. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the dean asked, walking out into the lobby. “Follow me.”

You quickly picked up your backpack and followed him, deep into the building where his office was sat. You struggled a bit to keep up with his long strides, being a bit out of breath when you finally reached his office. 

“Take a seat,” he said not unkindly, opening the door for you. “This will be quick.”

You took a tentative seat on one of the down chairs on the opposite side of the desk, trying to control your breathing. You were afraid your features would show your fear, so you tried to keep your face even. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are extremely lucky…” he started. “Your tuition has been paid in full by an anonymous donor, to include everything you will need to complete your undergraduate degree.” he smiled. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying to stay polite, but also wanting to know what the fuck was going on. 

“Someone has paid your tuition in full. Do you have any idea who it could be?”

“I…no…” You said, hoping the blush wouldn’t creep onto your cheeks. 

You knew exactly who it was. There was only one person in your life that had that much money. Ivy League schooling wasn’t cheap, after all. You wouldn’t tell the dean who it was, though. That wouldn’t be good for a number of reasons. 

“Enjoy your time here at Columbia, Y/N. You’re free to go.” the dean smiled, nodding towards the door. 

You stood on shaky legs and walked out of the room, trying to process what you had just heard. No more student loan payments, no more living paycheck-to-paycheck, no more working at your shitty fast food job until 2 am. You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and typed out a message as you walked out of the building and stood on the steps. 

You: was it you???

Luke: Was what me, darling?

You: you know exactly what i’m talking about

You sighed, deciding to walk the half a block to your favorite cafe while you waited for Luke’s response. Your relationship with the blond was complicated. He wasn’t quite your sugar daddy, but he also wasn’t fully your boyfriend. It was never meant to spiral into a relationship, but Luke made you want more. Being a Columbia graduate himself, you had met him at a philanthropy event last spring. You had shared drinks and dancing, before he took you back to his large penthouse for a hook-up. 

Ever since then, Luke had made it clear that he enjoyed your company. He spoiled you beyond belief, both with material things and with a very active sex life. Being a Wall Street investment banker had given him the attitude that he would take what he wanted, and you were no exception. As much as you were an independent woman in your studies, having Luke in your life took some of the stress away. Going over to his place after a long day of classes, only to receive a mountain of physical affection and usually a gift or two, was just what you needed. 

Just as you finished ordering your chai latte, your phone pinged with a new message. You sat down at a cozy table in the corner and pulled out your laptop while you waited for your coffee, looking over the text. 

Luke: Come over. You’re done with classes for today, right?

Luke: I’ll order dinner. 

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen loose from your braid behind your ear. You quickly typed out a message, thumbs flying across the screen. Even as frustrated as you were at the possibility of Luke paying off all of your tuition, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him. 

You: getting coffee, then i will&lt;3

You smiled when Luke typed back three red hearts. He was never one for emojis, mostly because of how professional he was. Every now and then though, you were the lucky one to see that softer, less-professional side of him. As soon as your coffee was placed in your hand, you dashed out the cafe door, walking towards the nearest subway station to catch the train to Luke’s apartment at the southern end of Central Park. 

Your heart was absolutely racing as you got closer and closer to the blond. Luke was unlike anyone you had ever met. He had an almost electric pull on you. Luke bore a striking resemblance to a prince, or maybe a king. The way he commanded his office and then carried that dominance home to you was probably the hottest thing you had ever experienced in your twenty years of life. 

As soon as the subway pulled up to your stop, you were leaping off the train and up the stairs to the sidewalk. As soon as you got out of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but to crane your neck. No matter how many times you came to Luke’s apartment, you couldn’t help but to be in utter awe when you came upon Billionaire’s Row. The sky-high buildings made of glass and steel were highlighted so beautifully by the rest of the city lights. 

You hurried your pace a bit, eager to see Luke inside of one of those penthouse suites. Eventually, you came upon the building that you knew all too well. Walking inside the lobby, the man at the front desk smiled at you, his name tag reading Randy. 

“He’s home,” he smiled. “Right over here.”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “I don’t mind taking the regular elevator, y’know.”

“Oh, please. Take this one.” he unlocked the private elevator that would take you directly to Luke’s apartment. 

“Thank you,” You smiled as the doors began to close when you stepped in. “I’ll see you later?”

“If you leave tonight.” Randy chuckled. 

As soon as you were on your way up, your heart began to flutter faster. You hadn’t seen Luke in a few days because the stock market had been picking up and so had your classes, which made you so beyond eager to be around him once again. The elevator dinged and the doors to Luke’s apartment opened. 

You stepped out onto the plushy, white carpet, looking around for the blond. “Luke?”

“Hey baby,” he hummed, coming out of the kitchen and wrapping you in a hug. “Miss me?”

You giggled when he buried his face in your neck, his stubble scratching your neck. “I did.” You said sweetly. 

As soon as Luke pulled back, you looked up into his deep blue eyes before speaking again. “Luke, were you the ‘anonymous donor’ that paid my tuition?”

“I was. What? I can’t spoil my girl?” he led you into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. 

“Luke,” You insisted. “I never said that, but that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars. You don’t need to do that.”

“Watch your mouth, princess.” Luke gave you a stern look as he poured you a glass of Merlot. 

You blushed, shrinking under his gaze. Even when it wasn’t sexual, Luke had a dominant aire about him. Maybe it was because he worked in such a high power industry, or maybe it was just the way he was, but the blond made you want to submit to him, clinging onto his every word. 

“I just want to make sure we’re, y’know, equal. I want to make sure you feel loved, too.”

Luke slid the wine glass across the island to you, where you had taken a seat at the bar. “I don’t need that.”

You snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, you like feeling loved too.” You craned your neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

Luke rolled his eyes, walking around the island and wrapping his arms around your midsection. “So you wanna know how you can make me feel appreciated?”

“If you wanna call it that, sure.” You shrugged. 

“You can be my little toy for the next week. You’re free use for me,” he smirked, growling softly in your ear. “You think that’s equal?”

You nodded quickly, knowing Luke was going to take free advantage of the week, but not caring. “I think so.” You giggled. 

“You know I love you, right?” Luke asked. “I don’t want you worrying about your tuition anymore. It’s done, it’s taken care of. You’re going to relax and let me make you feel good, darling.” he hummed, massaging your shoulders. 

You blushed under the subtle dominance of Luke’s words, relaxing into his touch. You nudged your head into Luke’s chest and he chuckled softly, knowing exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re so cute when you need me, baby girl.” he picked you, holding you under the ass and abandoning your wine glass on the counter so he could carry you to his large master bedroom. 

You laid your head on his shoulder, speaking out a soft ‘I love you’. It had been a long day between classes and the stress of the news you’d received and now you just needed Luke to take care of you so you could relax for a little while. 

Luke placed you down on his soft, silken sheets when you reached his bedroom, humming softly. “On your knees, honey.”

You did as he asked, kneeling softly and looking up at your dom with soft doe eyes.  You were practically reeling with relaxation and happiness over Luke’s validation. You watched him softly while he bustled around the room, taking off his watch and getting things ready for the night. 

“Good girl, baby,” Luke praised you. “You’re doing perfect, honey.”

“Thank you.” You said sweetly, knowing Luke enjoyed it when you responded verbally. 

“Go wait in the bathroom for me, honey. I’ll be there soon.” Luke told you, looking at you sternly but speaking softly. 

You scampered off to Luke’s luxurious bathroom, wondering what he had in mind. Usually, he would dom you in bed. You wasted no time on kneeling on the bath mat beside the jacuzzi tub, still fully clothed. If there was one thing you loved to do, it was be Luke’s sub. Something about letting someone else take the reins and guide you, sexually or not, helped you relieve your stress from attending such a demanding university. 

Luke didn’t make you wait long. He came into the bathroom and saw you kneeling, giving you immediate praise. “Look at you, honey. Waiting like a good girl.” he cooed, flashing that million-dollar smile that had been on the cover of Forbes magazine last month. 

You blushed, giggling softly. You could feel yourself slipping into subspace, that floaty feeling taking over your head as Luke fussed over you and took care of you. You leaned into his touch as he ran a hand through your hair, before moving to start the bath water. 

“Nothing like a nice bath to help you relax, right love?” he smirked. “Arms up.”

You did as the blond asked and Luke pulled off your sweater. He left your glasses on, but reached for the button on your jeans. Luke slowly helped you stand up and then pulled your pants and your panties off, trailing little kisses from your collarbone down to your pubic bone. You could feel the way your body had completely relaxed into your subspace, molding like jelly at whatever Luke told you to do. 

The blond fiddled with the settings on the tub, turning on the jets and adding the red lights, which were his absolute favorite. Luke put your favorite, rose-scented bath bomb into the tub before speaking. “Get in the bath, honey.”

You stepped into the large jacuzzi tub, holding Luke’s hand and sinking into the warm, fizzy water. “Thank you.”

Luke smirked, enjoying the way your face was tulip-pink at all the attention being showered on you by him. He wasn’t going to push you today; he had seen the stress lines that had burrowed their way deep onto your face. Besides, you two still needed to have the tuition conversation and he didn’t want you to be totally fucked out for that. Just enough to help you relax. 

“I think you need some entertainment while you’re in the bath, hmm? Wouldn’t want you getting distracted…” he smirked, running his ring-clad pointer finger under your chin. 

You immediately rested your chin on the ledge of the large tub, watching Luke with expectant eyes. He pulled back for a moment, just enough to make sure you were fully paying attention, but not enough to make you panic. Luke began to undo the buttons of his white shirt, smirking at you as he teased you so fucking slowly, ringed fingers pulsing as he worked. 

Letting out a few soft, sensual moans didn’t seem to phase the blond. He simply continued to slowly undress, making sure you were watching the whole time. He wasn’t not not acknowledging you, but he also wasn’t giving you the attention you were oh-so-craving. Finally, Luke came to his gray, Calvin Klein boxers. He slid them off slowly, smirking at you as he did so. 

“Mmmm, want you to dom me, Luke. Please. It’s so big.” You whined. 

“Ahh ahh, we don’t whine, honey. I think you forgot to ask nicely, hmm?” Luke stood towering over you, completely naked, but in all his godlike authority. 

Even in your fuzzy subspace, you could see why all of Luke’s female assistants fawned over him. He looked like something sent straight from Mount Olympus with his blond curls, perfect nose, and regal body type. He had a commanding aura about him, no matter what he was doing, and despite his multiple (yes, multiple) PhDs from different Ivy League universities, it was easy to understand how he did so well in the New York Stock Exchange. 

“Sorry sir,” You whispered out. “Can you please dom me?” You asked in a sultry tone. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Luke planted a kiss on your head as he stepped into the tub with you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You giggled and blushed, still kneeling even in the bath. You kept your eyes trained on Luke, which proved a difficult task from here. Luke’s master bathroom was made up of crystal clear glass windows that allowed for a view of practically the whole city since he lived on the 69th floor.  With the sun starting to fade into a hazy dusk and the lights of the skyscrapers popping on one-by-one, it was hard not to get distracted, but you wanted Luke’s pleasure much more than you wanted to enjoy the view. 

You and Luke sat face-to-face, and he watched your eyes intently, wondering what joys he would unlock tonight. He began to rub your thigh up and down with his hand under the soapy water, keeping his eyes trained on you. 

“Relax, pretty girl,” he whispered. “Just let me take care of you.”

You began to relax under Luke’s touch and gaze, that is, until he began to sneak his fingers closer and closer to your opening. You unconsciously clenched your thighs around Luke’s hand, your nerves sensitive. You began to whimper, wiggling your hips closer to meet his fingers. 

“Oh god.” You whined. 

Luke smirked, running his fingers along your wet slit and trailing it over your clit. He smirked as he did so, scooting closer to you. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, princess. Get all that stressed properly fucked out.”

You moaned, thrusting your hips against Luke’s pulsating fingers. The blond began to make small, raindrop-like pulses on your electric spot, enjoying the view as you squirmed under him, practically riding his fingers. 

“Good girl, honey. Takin’ it like the slutty little school girl that you are.” he coached you. 

Your climax was beginning to build up, and you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that escaped from your mouth as Luke finger-fucked you. As he tapped near your clit, he used three fingers on the other hand to slowly slide them in and out of your pussy. 

“That’s it, baby. That feel good? Yeah?” he smiled, knowing you were entirely too close to say anything other than small ‘yes’’s and ‘uh huh’’s. 

You were nearly crying as you tried to hold yourself back from clenching and cumming all over Luke’s fingers until he told you to do so. Your sex was absolutely throbbing with the way Luke was touching you, and the warm water from the tub was not making it any easier. 

“Luke,” You nearly screamed out. “Making me need to cum.”

The blond gave one last time of really working up your rhythm, before kissing your chest. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You quickly released, and your walls began to clench around Luke’s fingers, coating them in your cum. The blond coached you through your climax, offering lots of praise and compliments. 

“You are so pretty when you cum, princess,” he cooed when you had finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Takin’ my fingers like a good girl.”

You blushed under Luke’s words, leaning your head against his shoulder when he pulled you into his bare chest, hand running up and down your side. Luke had an almost intoxicating way of making your orgasms one of the most exhausting, but best, things you did. 

“I think you need one more for good measure. Make sure all that stress is properly fucked out, yeah?” he asked you. 

You quickly nodded, never saying no to Luke pleasuring you. The blond ran his fingers through your hair and down your face and upper body, making sure to keep you fully relaxed in subspace. Because you were essentially sitting on his lap, you could feel Luke’s cock hardening under you and you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks. 

“Turn around on your knees, honey,” Luke coached, moving you off his lap. “Right over the jet.” 

Doing as Luke asked, you had to bite your lip at the sensation of the rushing water tingling your clit. “Oh.” You moaned. 

The blue-eyed man chuckled, caressing your upper back. “Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess?” he whispered in your ear. 

You nodded, gripping the edge of the tub to keep yourself steady. Luke grabbed his white button-down that he had oh-so-conveniently placed on the tub ledge. He quickly used it to wrap your hands around the faucet. 

“I want to make sure you enjoy this in the right way.”

You moaned at Luke’s erotic words, angling your hips back so that your ass would meet Luke’s boner. He pulled you back by the hips slowly, offering you lots of praise as your body melted like butter in his hands, allowing him to touch where and however. The blond told you to stay on your knees and lean forward into your bond, angling your back, and you whined as you felt the pressure placed on your already sensitive pussy, even without Luke’s dick. 

Luke was practically a sex expert, and he knew your anatomy almost better than you did. That being said, he knew he needed to take you from behind in order to hit your G-spot. Your second orgasm was always faster than the first, and he wanted to make sure that he would get the pleasure of you cumming not only on his fingers, but on his dick as well. 

He slowly straddled you from behind, his hips pushing into your ass, before inserting only his tip into you. The pleasure on the blond’s face was evident as he heard you release tiny moans and pants, already nearly overstimulated, just from an inch of him inside you. 

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled. “Did studying all day wear you out? Made you nice and needy for my dick, baby?” 

You moaned, nodding your head and straddling against your restraints. “Yes…” You breathed out. “Yes sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Good girl.” Luke slid more of his dick inside of you, painstakingly teasing you. 

You pushed your ass further against him, trying to take as much of him into you as possible. Luke was a big fan of doggy style and you had gone through this many times before; Luke didn’t give in to what you wanted right away, but nevertheless, you always tried. You tried desperately to distract yourself by looking out at the scenic cityspace in front of you, but the view was no match for the magic that was Luke. 

“You are so fucking hot when you listen to me, Y/N,” Luke growled, tugging on the ends of your hair slightly. “Obeying just the way you’re supposed to like a good sugar baby.”

You moaned, craning your neck back and arching your back as the jets overstimulated your clit and electric spot and Luke’s dick teased your hole. “Uh huh…oh god, Luke.” You whined. 

Finally, after what felt like forever to you, Luke slammed all eight inches of himself inside of you, bucking his hips so that you could feel his shaft pulsating. He began to ride you at an almost frenzy rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so that the sound of skin hitting skin and jacuzzi water splashing echoed around the room. The blond knew that if people in other high-rises looked hard enough, they could see him riding you doggy-style within an inch of your life. He didn’t care, though. You wanted to act like a good sub that was practically begging with your eyes for a slutty fuck, that’s what you would get. Besides, billionaires were too scandalous themselves to speak about their colleagues’ sex lives. 

“Luke,” You nearly sobbed out, overstimulated by the jets rocking your clit and Luke railing you from behind. “Need to cum.”

Your second orgasm was always faster than your first and you could feel the tight ball building up in your lower stomach, begging to be released. The overstimulation from pressure on your clit and penetration from Luke was having tears running down your cheeks. Luke wasn’t letting up though. He wanted you to be so worn out that you could just relax and let him take care of you. 

“You can cum, honey,” he hummed, fucking into you one last time before slapping your ass. “Cum all over my dick.”

You immediately did as told, crying out and straining against your bond as you released your climax. “Uh uh…feels so good.” You panted out, walls clenching around his cock. 

Luke rubbed your back as you did so, gently guiding you through it. “That’s it. Good girl. Cumming all over my dick.”

You moaned loudly, thoroughly exhausted. “Thank you.”

“Ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re not done yet, baby girl,” Luke slowly untied the shirt that had bonded you. “Turn around.” he huffed coldly. 

You did as he asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He had a smirk on his face, body radiating dominance and power as he lifted your heads above your head and tied them once again to the faucet with the shirt, only this time, you were facing him.

“You really thought you were gonna be done without me getting my pleasure off you?” the blond asked. 

You blushed under his gaze, unconsciously bucking your hips to meet his. “Use me. I love you, so use me.” You panted. 

“Think you need a nice facial to help you relax, hmm sweetie?”

You nodded quickly, knowing what Luke was getting at. “Please.” You said, eyeing his massively-hard boner. 

Luke began to pump himself with his right hand, rings still on. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen, with his head thrown back, blond curls wet and plastered to his forehead, and his muscles bulging as he worked himself. You wiggled in the grasp of his white shirt, moaning loudly. You were beginning to get cold in the water without his body on you and you were making it very clear that you wanted him again. 

“Gonna cum, baby.” he huffed out. 

“Do it. Cum all over me, sir.” You whined in a sultry voice. 

Luke didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately came all over your face, coating your eyes and cheeks in white ropes of cum. 

“God, baby. So pretty.” he said, watching you blink the cum out of your eyelashes as he rode out his high. 

You blushed. “It’s because of you.”

Luke reached for a washcloth in the fine basket beside the large tub and dipped it into the water, slowly wiping your face off with the warm, wet rag. “I love seeing you when you know you belong to me, princess.” he crooned. 

You giggled softly, loving the floaty feeling that was coming from being in your subspace. “Thank you.”

The blue-eyed man continued to wash you off with the cloth, removing the stickiness from your face and body. Luke looked over and realized he had left a crystal champagne flute by the tub the night before. 

“Do you need your hair washed, princess?” he asked. 

You immediately nodded, absolutely loving it when Luke washed your hair. “Please.”

Luke smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead before using the flute as a sort of cup to wet your hair and using his own shampoo (which was vanilla scented, but no one else needed to know) to wash your hair. You melted under his touch, allowing Luke to take full control, directing you to close your eyes and lean your head back so he could wash your hair. 

“All done, honey. Sit in the bath while I dry off.”

His words hardly registered in your brain. The wonderful feeling of being totally fucked out and having someone wash your hair had made you so sleepy. Luke quickly stepped out of the jacuzzi, wrapping a plush, white towel around himself and grabbing his phone from the vanity. The view of you naked, fucked out, in his huge jacuzzi and against the background of crystal-clear glass and the lights of Billionaire’s Row in Manhattan was too pretty for him not to snap a photo of. 

The blond quickly dried himself off and dressed in a pair of cozy gray sweats with no shirt. No matter how much money he made off of Wall Street, that outfit would always be his pajamas. Luke pulled the plug in the tub, lifting you out of the tub easily and wrapping you in a pink towel with your initials monogrammed that you left at his apartment for hookups like tonight. 

“Kneel, honey, so I can dry you off,” he told you. “Good girl.”

You melted under Luke’s touch as he dried you off and lathered you with sweet-smelling lotion. He slipped your red, silken nightie with lace details over your head before picking you up. Being your sugar daddy, he figured it was only fair to spoil you after you had pleasured him so well and that was exactly what he planned on doing. Luke carried you to bed, tucking you in softly. “What are you feeling for dinner, baby?” 

You shrugged, feeling so sleepy and out of it. “You pick.”

“Nope, it’s your night, princess.” he chuckled softly. 

“You already did, well, what you did today with the money and all. Let me order it.” You said, reaching for your phone. 

“No ma’am,” Luke jerked it back. “You’re going to let me spoil you. You have two choices, baby. Seafood or steak.”

“..steak. Thank you.” You blushed. 

Even though you had known Luke since the spring, you were still getting used to the whole “sugar daddy” thing. It was still rather unfamiliar to you to let someone else care for you, especially someone as rich as Luke. The blond easily ordered the food from both his and your favorite Michelin Star restaurant, easily curling up in bed with you after. 

“Thank you for today. For everything. Are you sure it’s okay?” You asked quietly. 

“Princess, I told you. The only thing you owe me is free use of that slutty little body for the next week.” he told you, burying his face into your neck as he spooned you. 

You blushed and giggled softly, pushing yourself further into him. “That sounds good to me. But seriously, thank you. Helping me with my education means more to me than you know.”

“I know. That’s why I did it. Besides, smart girls are hot girls.” he smirked. 

You happily cuddled into Luke’s side, sighing happily. And if Luke spent the rest of the night being beyond soft and caring for you, no one else had to know. 

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Li Shen/Zayne (N)SFW Headcanons bc I'm horny for this man | Love and Deepspace | gn!Reader

Preface: As enigmatic Doctor Zayne tries to be, it's not difficult for you to figure him out. In fact, it unnerves him a little as to how easily you can pick him apart (not that he'd ever admit it and blow your ego up)

I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OKAY--XAVIER MIGHT BE NEXT SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THAT POOKIE X

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW content sprinkled in

Established lightweight--one glass of wine would make him a bit tipsy, but 4+ would make him borderline drunk

Gets more affectionate when drunk but is super pouty during??? Like he's not the one who touched you first??? Acts like he doesn't want to even though his hands are literally mapping your body like a constellation???? Tsundere even when drunk and obvious smh

When the jig is up he accepts defeat and just hugs you--doesn't care about sex or whatever, but wants to keep you close in whatever form that may be

Calls you 'my dear' a lot, and sometimes when he's feeling real romantical he'll call you 'darling, my love, sweetheart'

Doesn't like calling you 'baby'--it feels infantilizing to him. Same thing with 'baby girl' (to my fem!readers) but might do it on occasion if you really like it

Doesn't care if you call him petnames or not, but if you do he really enjoys 'my love' or if you have a nickname in another language (e.g: mi amor, 親愛なる, mon cœur, etc)

If you can speak more than one language fluently he is extremely impressed--he probably never bothered to learn another language that thoroughly, but he's super eager to be taught by you

Domestic, husband material as the fandom has agreed upon

Learn to cook together, or teach each other recipes

Is not dominant in the bedroom--or at the very least, a switch

Because you're telling me THIS MAN WHO WORKS HIS ASS OFF SAVING PEOPLE'S LIVES AND HAS THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE COUNTING ON HIM AND HIS RESEARCH AND WORK IS GOING TO GO HOME AND CONTINUE MAKING DECISIONS?

No

Not how that works psychologically

He is for your pleasure 100% but it's from a submissive stance

Will know what you want/how you want it/where you want it, and will give it to you without being asked if you're tired or are also mentally fatigued

Probably would not ask to be pleasured back, that's something you have to ease him into bc he doesn't feel he needs/deserves it?

Suck him off

Sometimes he'll come home frustrated from a bad work day, and then he might get a bit pushy/dominant

But overall he is submissive

Definitely is a top when it comes to penetration--wouldn't mind trying to get ate out/fucked from behind but I genuinely doubt he'd enjoy it that much

Might do it occasionally if you want it that badly

Does not get jealous, but gets territorial in a very condescending way

Is scared to love you at first

But he can't help it

I don't think he'd mind having kids, but I also don't think he'd mind not having kids--it'd be up to you, really

He would make a great father though--especially to a girl

Would die for you--genuinely, no exaggeration, would lay down his life for you if it meant you lived

Jokes on him bc you'd die for him too

His neck is sensitive to the touch

Always cold, please warm him up thanks

I feel like he likes iced tea but hates Arizona Tea

Likes teasing you a lot, nonsexually

He'd do well with someone contrasting to his personality

Wouldn't mind owning a cat or two, he'd just feel bad since he would have little time to spend with it

Is a sound sleeper but wakes easily

[adoresol]

the day you write sfw and nsfw for seunghan is the day I buy a lottery ticket

SFW — seunghan is someone who absolutely loves to baby you, he finds comfort in knowing that he can take care of you and that you can let your guard down around him. he loves whenever you curl up onto his lap and play with his fingers as you rest your head on his chest. or whenever he transfers you from the couch to the bed, your arms reaching up at him to carry you. he'd grin and let out a soft chuckle at your actions, mumbling an i love you every single time.

— whenever seunghan is apart from you, he finds himself thinking about you everywhere. wherever he goes, there's reminders of you. if he sees a necklace he thinks you'd like, he's quick to purchase it, thinking about how pretty you'll look in it. or when he tries a new dish or restaurant and immediately thinks of taking you there so you could experience it too.

— seunghan loves being intimate in the littlest ways, he'd lift you up on the counter so that his hands rest on your hips for just a moment. or when your hands get cold, he'd grab them and blow hot air into them to warm them up. or how he looks at you when you're wearing one of his shirts or hoodies, heart eyes popping out of his skull as he looks at you. he gets so gushy, thinking you've never looked better. seunghan is a very physical touch & words of affirmation guy.

— he loves to smother you in kisses, even if you are annoyed or tired just because he can't help how cute you look. compliments rush one after the other, he throws nonstop praises in your direction. seunghan often likes to shower with you, and he's so gentle when he does. it's completely nonsexual, just the two of you relaxing after a long day with a hot shower. his lips would press soft kisses on your shoulder as he reaches for the shampoo. he is the biggest loverboy ever and would aim to give you flowers every single week, with a meaning behind the plants attached to them.

— arguments don't happen with seunghan very much, he's very understanding and communicative. in the few moments he is upset about something, he makes it obvious and when he musters up the courage to tell you, he does so. the last thing he wants is to go to bed angry or for distance to grow between the two of you because one person can't cooperate. seunghan would find himself feeling insecure if you give him a lack of attention, whether that is to someone else or from anything in your personal life. so he requires a lot of reassurance that you're not going anywhere.

NSFW — one thing about seunghan is that he can be pretty flexible when it comes to roles in bed. he won't mind if he's providing a more dominant role or if you want him to be the submissive one. he is very 50/50, all he sees is that he's getting pleasure at the end of the day and the way he gets it is not a concern.

— on the dominant spectrum, seunghan loves doggystyle due to the sight of your ass bouncing against his cock. he'd have a firm grip on your sides, watching as he kneads and slaps your ass as he fucks you from behind. he loves to bend down and press kisses onto your shoulder from behind as his cock fills you up inside. seunghan loves to fuck you full of his cum, he'd pull out for his cum to shoot out directly into your hole before fucking himself back into you.

— seunghan's guilty pleasure is making you watch yourself as he fucks you, whether that is through a mirror or recording a video and playing it back as your own personal porn movie. he'd be so gentle with his touch, caressing your body so softly which contrasts as to how he fucks you. he doesn't mean to be rough but he loses his mind when he's inside of you, the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock is too much to handle but he ensures you cum first before he does.

— on the submissive side, seunghan loves whenever you play with his nipples. he can be sensitive when it comes to his body, so licking or flicking at his nipples causes him to whine at your actions. he's easy to overstimulate but he loves it so much, the way you continue to pump orgasm after orgasm out of him even after his pleas to slow down or pause. his cock could be red and twitching in your hand, cum dribbling down his length but he'd still ask for another orgasm. he wants you to use him as much as you want to.

— seunghan loves to be praised with a bit of degradation too, he knows how sex driven he can be sometimes so whenever you call him out for being so desperate and needy like a whore, he melts at the name. or you'd caress his cheek as you grind against his abused cock, dragging yet another orgasm out of him. loves whenever you bend down to shove your tits in his mouth, his hands would paw at them and he'd suck on them so well. he'd stare back at you with watery eyes, only for you to coo at him and call him a pretty boy, his tears staining the pillow.

[thefantasyden]

Mindless Obedience

Pairing: Sub! Felix x AFAB reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Dominant reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (creampie, no breeding kink), ALMOST choking?, oral (both receiving), Felix is in sub space and is a good boy, reader calls Felix Kitty a few times, Minho is mentioned maybe twice in the beggining (nonsexual), mention of TPE in the beggining (Total Power Exchange), subtle degradation.

Word count: 1850

Summary: Felix is your eager, pretty, thought-free kitty.

Felix was addicted to you. He was sure of that. The casual ways you would exert your dominance over him had him keening at the lightest touch, head immediately clouded as all thought left his brain.

He never had to think when you were around. You were more than willingly to direct his every move and he wouldn't question a single thing you told him, putting all his trust in you. You had fallen into this dynamic so effortlessly before he even knew what it was, his body always actively seeking you out of it's own accord.

He still remembers the day you asked him about it. It was the first time he'd ever really seen you nervous, your hands findgetting with your jewellery as you asked if he had ever heard of TPE and what he thought about it. He hadn't looked back for even a second since that day, quickly becoming attuned to your every wish and every non verbal command.

It wasn't unusual for him to feel needy, but that barely described the overwhelm he felt as he sat between your legs, your voice practically an echo as you spoke to Minho, your nails running gently along his scalp as you pet him like a cat.

A kitty. Your kitty.

Your eyes shift from Minho's face down to Felix when he nuzzles against your thigh, the feeling of light kisses catching your attention. His body is buzzing as he looks up to meet your stare, his eyes watery as he takes in just how beautiful you are. It's one of the only thoughts he's capable of when he's like this.

"Lixxie, are you okay?"

He's so focused on committing every detail of your face to his memory that he doesn't register you speaking to him at first, his head shaking as if to try and clear the fog.

"Kitty?"

The switch flips with the use of the nickname and he's audibly whining, shifting his position so that he's now kneeling between your legs, his hands resting on the small sliver of couch that shows right infront of your lap.

"Hm?"

He's too dazed to make words if he doesn't have to and he sinks deeper into the fluffy cloud of submission that surrounds every sense, lulling him into relaxation until the only two thoughts swimming in his head are need and you.

"My sweet boy. Are you feeling a little dumb, kitty?"

A small nod is all you need, hearing minho giggle from across the room as you guide the delicate boy infront of you to stand, leading him carefully toward his room. Pliant is the only fitting word to describe him as you sit him on the edge of his bed, his almost sleepy smile shining at you brightly.

"My pretty, pretty boy."

You cup his cheek with your hands and hes almost mewing at the feeling of your skin against his own, breath leaving his body when you lean down to plant a sweet kiss against his soft lips.

"Will you let me take care of you, Angel? Want me to make you feel good?"

There's more awareness to his response, hesitant fingers brushing your thighs. You step closer, letting him rest his head against your tummy as you tug at his hair and coax desperate whines from his open mouth.

"Please..."

It's a whisper at first, but his words gain confidence the second he feels your other hand rest on his throat.

"Please. I'll do anything."

You coo at the boy falling apart beneath you begore sinking down to your knees, tugging the waist band of his pants a laughing softly to yourself as he clumsily tries to take them off, his foot catching in the leg for a second as he kicks at them, finally settling back down in to his place.

The length of his cock is pressed against the fabric of his underwear and you can already see spots forming where the precum is poling against them. It's endearing in a way, really. How willingly he comes to pieces for you. It remains unspoken, but you know the mutual understanding between you is that he would go to the ends of the earth for you without a question spared for what or why and he knows all too well that you would do the same and more.

"You're so hard already Lix."

You stare up at him as you tug his briefs down and free his cock, encouraging the boy to lean back a but so he could see you in all your glory.

"You've been so good today, haven't you?"

There's a deep groan in response that contracts his earlier whining and it sends sparks of pleasure straight to your core, your tongue poking out to trace a full line from the based of his cock up to the tip where you take him into your mouth properly, lazily bobbing your head half way as your hand twists around the base of him. Hips thrust up into your mouth and you humm quietly before pulling away, a string of saliva catching his attention for a split second.

"You can fuck my face if you want to. Just this once, as a reward."

He could come untouched if you wanted, but he silently thanks the universe for blessing him with you when he feels your mouth around him again, waiting patiently for your approval when he rest his hand on the back of your head. He doesn't begin thrusting up until you're settled comfortably, your fingers tapping his thigh to tell him you were ready.

Every single time you allow him to have you like this, he feels like he might cease to exist at any moment, swallowed whole by the unbearable pleasure you give him. It's enough to make him question what he could have done to deserve being put on this earth at the same time as you.

"Thank you! Shit. Love you so much."

The words are rushed and slurred as he babbles, his cries becoming more desperate as he gets carried away, pressing your head down harder on his cock. It's when you don't move, your nose pressed against his tummy as you swallow around his cock that he's sure he's lost his mind, begging you not to let him cum because he doesn't want to finish without making you feel good.

"You're a merciful god." He giggles out, eyes shining with love as you move to sit yourself in his lap for just a second, wet kisses trailing over his neck. He can feel you smiling against his skin and he'd be lying if he said he didn't briefly feel the desire to propose to you then and there.

Thoughts are gone as quick as they came, your body spreading out against his pale blue sheets like an invitation to the best show you would ever see. There's not an ounce of hesitation in him when you pat your thigh and he's immediately situating himself between your legs, tugging your shorts down so that he can lap at your dripping pussy through your panties, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

"So wet for me...."

It's a mix of pride and amusement and it has you rolling your eyes at him, tugging your underwear to the side with two fingers as you shove him forward with a grip on his long blonde hair. There's a surprised yelp from him that contrast the way his tongue immediately begins lapping at your clit as if on instinct, his arms sneaking beneath your thighs and tugging you even closer to his mouth. You swear he won't be satisfied until he's suffocating.

"Fingers, Lix."

It's a quiet command but one he complies with none the less, testing the waters with just one finger before deciding to press two into your soaked pussy, the slick sound of his saliva mixing with your wetness spurring him on.

Felix knows exactly how to get you to the edge, the tips of his fingers massaging the perfect spot inside of you, tongue flicking at your clit in small, firm motions. He's desperate to have you come undone on his fingers, ready and willing to beg for it when you pull him away from you, a confused look of despair from being forced to stop mixing with the pleasure filled moan that having his hair pulled always impels from him.

"Want you to make me cum on your cock, kitty. Can you do that for me?"

No words are offered, his answer instead coming in the form of him rushing to his knees, his palms splaying against your thighs as he pushes them up just slightly, rutting his aching cock over your slick coated pussy. Even in his current, animalistic state, he knows better than to put it in without your explicit instruction.

"Such a good boy. Being so patient for me."

Wet kisses find their way along your leg as he keens at the praise, fighting the urge to shove his full length into you without warning.

"Go on, baby. Fuck me nice and hard okay?"

That's exactly what he plans to do, deep groans contrasting with desperate whines as he bottoms out, hips stuttering at the way your pussy clenches around him. Everything he does is instinct at this point, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on your thighs as he fucks into you at a steady pace, carefully aiming his thrust to hit the spot that makes your mouth fall open every time he hits it.

Waves of pleasure shoot through your chest and you don't realise you're covering your face until you feel your thighs drop, hands tugging at your arms before they're locking with your own, pressing them firmly against the bed beside your head as his body presses hard against your own.

"So pretty. So wet, fuck. Can't hold it."

The way he babbles compliments has you so close to your own high that you feel no need to ask him to wait, locking your legs around his waist.

"It's okay Lix, you can cum. Want you to fill me nice and deep, okay?"

There's a brief pause in his movements before he's biting at your neck, marking it aimlessly. There's one firm thrust before he pauses, his whimpers filling you mind as he fills you to the brim, not wasting any time before he's fucking you again, hand leaving yours in favour of rubbing circles on your clit as he begs you to cum on his cock. It's almost painful for him but he can't stop until he knows you're satisfied.

It only takes a minute of his carefully angled hips pressing against yours before the warmth in your stomach spreads through your entire body, your mouth meeting his in a messy kiss as your walls flutter around him. He doesn't stop until he's sure you're finished, collapsing on top of you without a care for the fact that he was still inside you.

You stay like that for a moment before you're manoeuvring him on to his side, head burried in your chest and your leg thrown over him to ensure his cock stays situated snuggly inside you. He's happier than ever as he drifts off like that, mumbling quiet 'i love you's against your skin.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Do you have any prompt ideas for ‘feral breaking?’

A whumper or caretaker having a whumpee in their care either recovering or handling either person. With caretaker trying to reverse the damage done to them, with whumper acting animalistic or overly hostile, or with Whumper seeing Whumpee’s resistance as ‘feral’ and trying to break them of the habit, treating them like a ‘bronco’ (horse term) or some wild animal to be domesticated?

Mental or physical Whumps apply! I’m just looking to see your thoughts or prompts on it

love it when a whumpee who is — was — feral and dangerous got put in their place and into eventual submission. literally got whumperflies every time.

WHUMPER X FERAL WHUMPEE

tw: dehumanization, description of abuse, nonsexual nudity

whumpee getting stripped against their will by the orderlies of the facility in which they were admitted (captured). their nails dug into the fabric of their whumpers’ sleeves, but it did nothing to prevent their clothes and dignity from being taken away.

whumpee hissing and snarling at whumper when their naked body was hit with a strong jets of water that sent them stumbling into the cold corner until they’re a huddling mess on the floor.

the rough handling from whumpers left whumpee’s skin with hideous bruises.

whumpee getting strapped down to the bed because they misbehaved.

electroconvulsive therapy?? shock collar??? straightjacket???? force feeding?????? yes to all of these.

whumper whipping whumpee like one does a wild horse.

whumpee getting drugged out of their mind.

curling up into a ball on the floor, in the corner, whumpee only lets themself cry when they’re alone in their cell at night.

tap here for more prompts about whumper(s) and (feral) whumpee in a medical setting.

CARETAKER X FERAL WHUMPEE

feral whumpee trying to scratch and claw caretaker’s eyes out every chance they got.

feral whumpee ending up hurting themself while trying to fight caretaker, maybe by accidentally tearing at their own stitches, causing them to bleed, etc.

caretaker trying to gain whumpee’s trust, but it’s understandably difficult, since whumpee believes caretaker is going to hurt them like whumper did.

caretaker having no other choice but to physically restrain whumpee, for whumpee’s own safety.

caretaker coaxing whumpee into engaging in day-to-day activities like eating and showering.

caretaker only being able to treat / tend to the injuries on whumpee’s body when whumpee is out cold either from exhaustion or the drugs which was used to treat them (or both).

feral whumpee reduced to outright pleading. huddling on the floor in the far corner, they begged caretaker not to hurt them. and no matter how many times caretaker reassured whumpee that no one was going to hurt them anymore, whumpee simply couldn’t let themself believe or trust caretaker.

caretaker seeing whumpee cry one day, and maybe they go to offer a box of tissues, but are rightfully surprised when whumpee throws themself into caretaker’s arms and continues crying with their head either on caretaker’s shoulder or nuzzling against caretaker’s chest.