#it is a very soft dom scene that basically has no dom in it at all

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✩ MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM YOURS AGAIN ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : gummy walls tightening around the thick of his shaft, tomura's brows knitting together as the coil nestling at the pit of his stomach slowly came undone, hips staggering, painting your warmth with his pearly seed, inscribing the story of your shared love on your walls like a parietal painting.

warnings and notes!

18+ . mdni . smut . angst . hurt comfort . quirkless au . fluffy ending . after care . detailed descriptions of SA . mentions of a knife . reader held at knifepoint . reader has a breakdown . heavy suggestions of reader struggling with SH . detailed fight scene (tomura beats someone’s ass) . deeply insecure reader . they’re both just trying to navigate their way through complex emotions . a whole lot of guilt and self-blaming . soft dom tomura . passionate sex . codependency . requited clinginess . praise praise praise . tomura just being a sweetheart, honestly . pet names (“baby”, “my love”, “princess”) . gender neutral reader . afab reader . reader’s sex is mentioned . proofread though there still may be some spelling mistakes, enjoy <33

authors note:

this fic is super self indulgent, i am the reader, the reader is, indeed, me, lol. it took me much longer than usual to complete, and in turn it is probably one of my longest fics yet, lol. but im happy with how it turned out, i literally daydreamed (basically me writing/directing a movie in my brain, im not sure if that’s the right term…but i do it quite frequently) this fic for like 6 hours straight from start to finish the other day and it kept replaying in my mind like a movie ever since. i needed to get it out and written down, and i wanted to do it justice, so here it is. i hope you enjoy it, and i hope i explained the complexity of their emotions and the turmoil they faced well. thanks for reading <33

(+1000 aura points to you if you caught my shrek reference)

- linus

"you can't be serious..." the question was drawled as tomura gave your outfit a once over, a slight quirk in his brow, earning a pout in response.

"what's wrong with it ?" you whined, feet shifting beneath you as you twirled, "isn't it cute ?" a sweet smile dawning your glossy lips.

tomura's eyes softened, "it is," he confirmed, "very very cute, too cute, even," gaze resting on your upper thighs, raking over the length of them in the reflection before shifting to where your skirt cut off at the back, just beneath the curve of your ass.

sighing softly with a troubled expression, "look, i wouldn't mind you wearing this if i were coming along with you, but you're seriously thinking of going out in that all alone ? to a party, no less...you'll be getting all sorts of unwanted attention from the weirdos plaguing that place."

your hands fiddled with the silver chain, attempting to clasp it behind your neck as you spoke, "tomura, in all my years of living, you're the only guy that's given me the time of day, let alone a double-take," the reality of it set a pang in your chest as you let out a soft, awkward laugh, "i'll be nothing but a fly on the wall at this party, i highly doubt anyone will try anything."

soft snowy locks swaying with a shake of his head, tomura rose from his perch on the armchair, gently shifting your hair to your front, hands replacing your own, "well you'll do it for my peace of mind, won't you ?" gaze meeting yours in the reflection, hand smoothing over the skin of your back, "if you pick out the perfect piece, i suppose." a small smirk rested on your features, tomura reading the playful glint in your eyes.

tomura sifted through the hangers, pulling out a long, brown, flowy skirt, "it's a party, tomura, not a church." shaking his head at your remark, "no, no, look," he took place behind you, laying the fabric against you, "pretty, no ?" eyes shifting from the skirt to your unimpressed ones in the reflection, "tomura..." cutting you off with an exasperated tutt, "fine, fine."

returning to his previous endeavour, "it's like you dress for the summer all year round," he mentioned, flicking through the plethora of mini skirts and dresses before him "fashion knows no weather." you replied, earning a laugh in response.

pulling out a pair of flare jeans, with hope filled eyes, "what about these ?" you shrugged, "it's a skirt kind of day" amused by your reply , "only you would come up with something like that, god, you're impossible."

"oh," you chirped, kneeling down "how about i wear some tights instead ? compromise ?" he hummed as you pulled open the drawer, "let's see them first," sifting through the load, you landed on two that would match your colour scheme, "yeah, well fishnets wont exactly help your cause," he remarked, "don't you have any of those normal ones ?" fingers combing through his locks as he watched.

"and threaten to ruin my ensemble ?" gasping, "not a chance." holding up both pairs as the man observed "pick your poison, tomura~" you joked a slight melody stringing the words together as tomura rolled his eyes, "these will do," seizing the fabric from your grip, he knelt on one knee as you rose, pulling the lace over your legs before taking place behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.

"i can change if you really want me to..." offering a faltering smile, guilt crept in for pushing back so hard, but tomura insisted, "i can take on anyone who dares touching you," setting a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, "and i don't think i ever really want to go through your closet again, anyway," and you giggle at that.

"you remember the rules, yeah ?" he asks, earning an eager nod in return, "recite them."

"don't get too drunk," you held up a finger, "don't accept drinks from anyone, and guard my own," adding another finger, "keep my location on at all times, text you throughout the night and..." you grew quiet, "don't wander off too far from your friends" he piped in and you nodded, "but what if they're like…making out with someone ?" you questioned, "watch them." he shrugged, "ew, pervert." tutting, softly nudging your elbow into him and he laughed.

the air felt cold and void when he broke your embrace, the clock's incessant ticking toward your departure doing nothing to aid your growing anxiety about your separation with tomura for the night.

"are you sure you can't come with me ?" voice pleading as you trailed close behind him to the kitchen, "i wasn't invited, love." he swallowed thickly as the words left his cracked lips.

he wanted nothing more than to accompany you, the thought of being parted for so long having glass shards set in his stomach, tearing him to shreds from the inside out. yet he pushed for your lonesome attendance, with the thought of you spending time and having a ball with the friends you adored so.

"im sure they'll let you in regardless," brows upturned, eyes soon to be wet with tears, "besides, i don't think security will be that tight, anyway..." placing an opened bottle of ukon no chikara in your hand, he lifted it to your lips, tipping it as you swallowed.

"you know i'm just a phone call way, baby," he smiled, "and i can come and pick you up at anytime.”

placing the small, empty bottle on the counter, "well you don't have to stay up if you're not coming along," you couldn't help the pout that formed, saturating your murmured words, "i could catch a ride with my friend or something."

raising your gaze with a hooked finger beneath your chin, "you know i can't fall sleep without you, love, and i'm pretty sure i need to be awake to answer your messages," thumb shifting to gently stroke your cheek, "and i love your friends, truly, i do, but there's no way i'm letting them drive you home when they're drunk."

"i could get a taxi..." his brows furrowed at that, "and im sure they'd be just as bad as the creeps at the party, love."

nodding at the words, shifting to the balls of your feet, noses brushing together with a smile, your lips meeting in a gentle touch. his hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he deepened it, tongue pushing past your lips, the subtle taste of your cherry flavoured lipgloss accompanying it.

"i'll miss you," parting, your breath fanning against his lips as you spoke, "i'll miss you too," he smiled softly.

"do you have everything you need ?" you hummed, moving to grab your small bag from the counter, handing it to him to look over, "and do you really need three lip products ?" he questioned through a breathy laugh as you plucked the lip gloss from his grasp, using the aid of your compact mirror to reapply it. "lip shades are like mood rings, tomura, they change with my emotions."

phone screen lighting up with a message, "she's here already ?" he questioned, failing to suppress the disappointment in his tone, earning a nod as he placed the device in your bag, following you to the front door as you slipped on your shoes.

turning to him, "how do i look ?" clammy hands smoothing over the fabric of your skirt, he neared you, tucking your hair behind your ear, "perfect," he smiled, eyes raking over your appearance, "absolutely perfect."

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the music seemed to permeate through your eardrums, rattling in your head and you could feel the thumping of the bass in your chest as it played, the alcohol mellowing it out just enough for it to be enjoyable. your body felt loose as you  swayed to the melodies, singing along amongst the crowd of perspiring bodies.

your friends had split as the party drew on, dotting around the oversized living area, hidden in corners and splayed on the leather couches at the centre of it all, preoccupied with their newfound love interests for the night, though you lingered near them.

as your buzz began to subside and the itch for another drink began to set in, your head spun, eyes scanning for a friend of yours to accompany you to fetch one, ruling out the few who had made their way to the second floor in hopes of finding an empty room, dwindling the group to just two, both who seemed to still be busy with the acts of exploring their dates bodies, your defeated sigh was unheard over the music as your feet shifted toward the kitchen.

the ceiling was just as tall as the ones you'd seen prior, the room almost soundproof as you closed the door behind you, warm lighting illuminating the dark oak of the cabinets and the hefty island that stood tall in the middle of it, housing a mix of opened half drunken bottles, crushed solo cups and beer cans as well as your bag.

the bright blue cooler almost shone in contrast, juxtaposed by the mahogany in which it rested upon and you reached in for another cider, before aiming to head out.

bumping harshly into the chest of another, you stumbled back, feeling a tight grip on your wrist and the deep, slightly slurry voice that followed "my bad, are you alright ?" speech failing you, an eager nod was all you could manage, your gaze searing into his tight grip.

finger hooking under your chin, a large smirk growing as he gave you a once over, "well, what's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone at a party like this, hm ?" words laced in excitement, "your friends ditch you or something ? did you lose your way ?"

breath hitching, his touch soldering, blazing your skin, your mind fell numb, heart rate only rising as you attempted to voice back, "i..." the lump forming in your throat swallowed your sound, "i came to get a drink," you pushed, voice low, his gaze moving to the cider in your hand, as you pulled your confined wrist from his grip, "excuse me." head hung, you took a step to leave, the searing cuffs of his calloused hands forming its assault once more on your upper arm, grip bruising.

"oh, c'mon, don't deny a guy so harshly," tone grating, whining almost "we can have some fun of our own." his voice deepened, slowly twisting your arm in his grasp, forcing you to meet him once more as you turned, the only solution to stop the growing discomfort and pain blossoming as you suppressed a cry, the can falling to the ground at the harsh tug.

"l-let me go!" yanking your arm toward you in order to free yourself, he only followed, chest slamming against yours, "eager, aren't we ?" he smirked.

stomach churning, the taste of copper sat heavy on your tongue as he placed a hand on your hip, his grip all but crushing. pushing your lower back against the island, his head dipping into the curve of your neck, "stop!" the attempted yell was more of a chirp, "i have a boyfriend!"

riled and raged, the man pulled back with an irritated sigh, lazily glancing around the empty space, "i don't see him," mocking bitterly.

the words set the fiery pit in your stomach ablaze as you continued "he's on his way," you convinced, "just a few minutes until he arrives."

"well i guess that earns us a few minutes to get this over with," you continued your aggressive attempt to break free, soon stilling as the sensation of a cold and sharp object made its presence pushed up against your exposed stomach, "wouldn't you agree ?" lips grazing against your ear as he spoke, laughing softly, pulling back at your silence with a smile, "god, you're so much hotter once you shut the fuck up." he sighed, eyes raking over your face, observing.

your breathing shallowed, almost diminishing completely as your face paled, his lips moving lazily against the soft flesh of your neck. animalistic groans almost reverberating on your smooth skin, teeth grazing harshly as he nibbled, his eyes shut tight. fingers inching up your thighs, crawling beneath your skirt, goosebumps rising in the trail of his vulgar touch.

the growing pit of repulsion and guilt in your stomach threatened to force up the drinks you'd had, and as your eyes glazed over, thoughts of tomura flooding your brain, the sensation of a sprouting rose deep in your heart followed, its unforgiving thorns shredding the pumping organ in its wake.

"s-stop..." you forced through a shaky breath, "please...you don't have to do this," pleading, he continued on, teeth grazing against you harshly, earning a pained whimper, "t-there are so many people here, there's gotta be someone who would jump at the chance to sleep with you tonight..." meeting you once more, eyes lidded, filled with need, the sight sending jagged shards of terror down your straightened spine, "you think ?" you nodded eagerly, "cute, but, the thing is i want to sleep with you tonight, so they're a little out of luck, aren't they ?" smirking, words filled with mockery and snark, as he looked toward the clock, "seems like your boyfriend is running a little late," tracing the flat edge of the cold weapon against the dip of your waist, "let's make the most of it, shall we ?" he whispered.

palms turning white, he gripped the glazed wooden slab tight with one hand as he rocked his hips into yours at a vigorous yet sloppy pace, the edged surface of the island bruising your lower back, his breath fanning against your ear as soft moans escaped his parted lips, head hung low.

"alastair, you in here ?" door swinging open, tufts of golden hair and amber eyes coming into view, "oh—" cutting his words short at the sight before him, analysing your position with a studied gaze, the man before you, alastair, shielding the weapon from the golden man's sight as he raised his head, "uh, we're about to play beer pong, wanna join ?" the two pairs of eyes now trained on you, "if you're not already busy, that is."

alastair hummed, face inching closer to yours, lips grazing your cheek as you turned away, "i'll be right there." sighing, turning your gaze toward him once more with a harsh grip on your chin, "next time, sweetheart ?" he willed, pushing off the counter as he pocketed the blade with a grin, setting a few taps to your cheek "next time." he replied to himself, turning to join his friend as he stumbled through the tall door.

your body remained stagnant in his wake for a while, unmoving as the cold air rushing in through the opened window coated your skin. willing yourself to move, to run, to scream, to vomit to do anything but let that scene replay in your mind for the nth time, or to think about tomura...both only causing a putrid cocktail of rage, guilt and disgust with yourself to build in your veins.

the reflection of the bathroom mirror met you after suffering the treacherous trail of making your way through the drunken, sex filled halls of the winding home you were seemingly trapped within.

a gut wrenching scream was kept locked in the back of your throat as your hands moved, vigorously rubbing and scratching against your neck and shoulders, soap and water trailing down your skin, soaking your clothing as tears crept down your face, falling into your teeth gritted mouth, breathing ragged and irregular as you worked with such force, hyperventilating.

shaky hands steadied with a firm grip on the sink, vision cloudy, tears falling with a blink, your reflection soon came back into focus. skin rubbed raw, rosy, irritated, makeup smeared, eyes wet and red, a chesty cry ripping through your throat at the sight.

you were disgusting, defiled, tainted, no amount of scrubbing and scouring could reverse the damage that had been inflicted upon you.

bag illuminating as your phone shone bright, a message coming into view as you peaked in.

tomura.

culpability gnawed at you from the inside, crawling up and into your lungs with its jagged claws, piercing gaping holes through your chest, guilt and remorse nestling in the pit of your stomach, the scorching craving for agony and torment setting in.

you deserved it, after all.

you betrayed him, had been disloyal to the overwhelming love you shared, and hadn't done enough to stop it all.

'i could've fucking tried harder' the thought was deafening, echoing in your brain and you could almost hear it, 'should've taken my chances of being stabbed than just standing there like a fucking statue and letting him have his way with me…’

heart clouded, encompassed by the grim emotions, compressed by the pressure of it all, you let out a jagged sigh, shaking your head as if to rid yourself of thoughts completely. collecting yourself to the best of your abilities, you tapped lightly at your makeup with your powder brush, intending to save it to no avail, mascara having left streaky trails, moving onto your messy hair with a tut before smoothing out your clothing and making your way downstairs.

"hey," your friend mouthed from across the main room, waving you over as you pushed past the crowd, "we're thinking about calling it a night and..." bright smile faltering, concern dawning as she took in your appearance under the dim lighting, "have you been crying ? are you okay ? what's wrong ?" hand moving to rest gently on your arm, the pad of her thumb offering strokes, "im alright," your hoarse voice pushed, "do you want me to drive you home ?" she whispered, almost worried as if her volume would shatter you completely, "i, um," you bit back, fearful that the utterance of his name aloud would set your throat ablaze, "t-tomura's c-coming to um, pick me up..." wincing at the words.

"alright, but um, i'm here if you need to talk, you know that, right ?" she spoke softly, brows upturned, eyes overflowing with worry, and you forced a smile, "i know," nodding, "thank you."

arms interlocked with hers, you finally escaped the, now seemingly claustrophobic, confines of the oversized home. offering your friend a farewell, waving to the others, you slowly made your way to tomura's parked car, his shadowy figure leaning against it.

the soles of your shoes scraping against the asphalt as you dragged your feet to continue your trek closer to him, the intense loathing, you'd been all but consumed by, threatening to take over as he waited with outstretched arms, a warm smile dawning his face.

falling into him, your body relaxing upon contact, a shuddery breath escaped your lips as the comforting scent of his cologne filled your head, arms wrapping around him despite the turmoil in your brain.

"you missed me that much, yeah ?" he let out a gentle laugh, your eyes falling shut as the melody vibrated through his chest, slightly straining as they filled with tears once more at the sound of him, despair twisting your stomach in a harsh pinch.

"_____?" words dripping in concern as he hooked a finger beneath your chin, chest tightening at the sight of you. eye whites more of a crimson shade, veiny and dried out, your neck looking more like his own, hair tousled and unkept, clothes home patches of water as it stuck to your skin, the makeup you'd perfected now streaky with canals of dried tears.

letting out a manually steadied breath, he aimed to suppress his swiftly accelerating anger in a soft veil, "what happened ?" tomura's undivided attention had your face wet once more, rivers pouring from your eyes, hiccuping as you could barely form words, apologies spilling from your lips as he guided you into the car, hoping for more privacy and peace as you explained.

"it's all my fault," you pushed as your breathing steadied once more, "i shouldn't have..." shaking your head as tears continued, voice breaking, "i-i shouldn’t have l-let him..." the car fell silent, save for the unsteady puffs of air falling from your lips. tomura's jaw clenching at the mention of another, he knew where this was going and a sloppy cocktail of guilt, fiery fury and rage coursed through him.

tomura gently urging you to continue, you obliged, albeit through choked sobs and hiccups, hands interlaced, his thumb stroking over the back of yours, aiming to give you some sort of solace as you struggled, despite the ire festering within him. breath hitching, he swallowed thickly at the mention of the weapon you were held up toward, eyes frantically flying over your being, hands moving to inspect for any injuries, "i wasn't cut or anything," you explained, "he just h-held it up to me and i was scared so i..." the words stopped at the back of your throat, the confession stinging your throat,"um, i...i stopped fighting" gaze falling beyond the window, looking at tomura only causing an eruption of pain within you, "...im so sorry."

letting out a serrated exhale, "do you remember what he looks like ?" earning a slow nod in response, gaze lifting toward the house as alastair's infamous figure came into view. "are you going to h-hurt him ?" you questioned through sniffled gasps of air, tomura following the object of your glare, eyes landing on the tall man, "he'll be lucky if i don't fucking kill him." he breathed, turning to you, "stay in the car."

tomura's gait was that of a soldier, marching toward the man without a word, a heavy mist of enmity encompassing his being, trailing after him as his boots scraped harshly against the asphalt, echoing amongst the chatty drunken party-goers during his trek. slowly garnering attention from them as he shrugged off his jacket, before he raised a tight fist, slamming it down onto alastair's face with vigor, the man almost kissing the ground as tomura pulled his fist away, ready for another blow.

"what the fuck ?!" alastair slurred, mind spinning, the stench of alcohol coming off him in wafts as the weighty sole of tomura's boot crashed into his nose, before retracting and slamming into the man's ribs. falling to his knees, alastair trapped between them, tomura's world fell silent.

tomura wanted to break the man before him, tear his limbs from his body with his teeth and leave him strung up to be eaten by wild animals, to burn him alive and savour his tormented shrieks. tomura wanted to disintegrate him, dust him by a single touch, into nothing but a pathetic pile of grim ashes, to have him slip away between his fingers, to be forgotten, to drift away in the wind.

tomura's punches were mechanic, automatic, rhythmic as he moved, dealing continuous blows of the same force, and the packed crowd that had formed around him were hushed, gawking, the only sound echoing through the night being that of dull hits and cracking bones.

"....im tomura!"

his unforgiving assault continued, heart pumping liquid ivy, adrenaline coursing through his veins like a drug, eyes glazed over, void of light, face expressionless as your screams slowly permeated his trance.

"you're gonna kill him, tomura!" pleading, eyes bloodshot, slightly hesitating to touch him,"that's enough...please..." reaching for his raised fist, shaky hands enclosing around them, "let's go home..."

the cacophony of overlapping sirens sliced through the air like bullets as the crowd clamoured, scattering like flies, yet your stagnant positions remained. tomura's gaze raking over your tired eyes and puffy face, heart clenching. hands tightly woven together, you rose as a duet, crisp air lacing over his bloodied knuckles, nipping at your tear stained cheeks as you made your way to his car once more, settling into the warmed seats.

tomura was the first to break the otherwise wordless journey home, "he could've killed you." the statement was harsh, piercing, "i wouldn't know what to do if you were to die," focused on the road, tomura's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he let out an uncomfortable laugh, "i mean, i can barely sleep without you, let alone live without you..." trailing off, "...i think i'd be better off joining you.”

the sentiment was not lost on you, you knew he meant it, deeply at that, yet it pained you to no end. his words feeling like an open wound exposed to the elements, heart continuing to bleed for you in the wake of your betrayal.

you'd never experienced such life altering love in all your years, something so dizzying, intoxicating and intense, something so real and raw and beautiful, something you could almost...touch, something you didn't deserve.

tomura was the best thing that had ever happened to you, by far and...he now sat beside you solemn, hands bloodied and bruised, heart torn, trust broken, betrayed and trampled upon by the one he treasured most in this parasitic world.

clothing rustling against the leather seat as you shifted uncomfortably, "why didn't you call me ?" he questioned through a small sigh, tired words laced with defeat, disappointment. "...i wasn't in my right mind," you spoke, voice hoarse, eyes trained on your fingers placed in your lap, fiddling with a loosened thread of your skirt. "i was in a daze and i was frantic and i went to...wash him off of me in the bathroom right after and," speech pace speeding as you explained, "i was so fucking overwhelmed by everything and that's when i got your message and by the time i went downstairs you were already there and...now we're here..." exhaling softly through a shaky breath, "and i'm so sorry..."

the soft blow of the car heating was all you could hear, as tomura's mind spiralled, fingers reaching for his deck, putting the cigarette to his lips, lighting it. "you broke our agreement." it was a statement more than anything, just a voicing of his conflicting thoughts, expressed through a sigh after a long drag, yet you replied, "i know…im sorry”

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knees buried in the soft carpeted floor, you tipped the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton, gently pushing it up against tomura's knuckles as you finished cleaning him up, barely earning a hiss from the man. eyes searching your face from his position above, observing the wrinkles in your forehead due to your furrowed brows, "what's on your mind, love ?"

stilling your movements, gaze lifting to meet his, white hair falling forward as he looked down at you, almost curtaining the rubies held within his eyes. words clogging, gulping harshly, breaking the stare for a moment before locking it in again, with the help of his hooked finger beneath your chin, a shaky breath escaping your parted lips, "c'mon, what's up ?"

"hurt me...p-please" begging, glassy eyed, voice breaking. tomura's tone remained calm at your pleads, almost as if he were expecting such a request, "why would you want me to do that ?"

eyes straining once more as tears threatened to well, speech quickening, "i...i betrayed you and i broke your trust and i let that guy touch me and i could've done more to stop it and i could've fought harder and i didn't tell you right after and—" vision clouding your eyelashes failed you as tears began to trail down your face again, chest rising and falling faster as you spoke, eyes darting around the place, "i— your pretty hands are scarred now because of me and...and...i deserve it."

nodding firmly at your own words, finally raising your gaze to meet his own, pleading, "please, take your frustrations out on me...it would make you feel better." eyes squinting, "it would make you feel better." he corrected, "it would." you confirmed.

rising from his perch on the sofa, extending a hand out to you, leading you to your joint chambers, tomura's lips met yours in a gentle embrace and as he moved to deepen it, you pulled away, eyes wide "w-what are you doing ?" confusion knitting your brows together.

"i forgive you," he stated firmly, "i think your guilt is punishment enough," tucking your loose hairs behind your ears, shifting your tendrils from your face, his hand rested on your cheek, thumbing it softly, "this...all of it, it wasn't your fault, you had no choice," he spoke, tone assertive yet tender, "you just need to forgive yourself now, yeah ? it's gonna be okay," setting a soft kiss on your lips, resting his forehead to yours "we're okay, we're together again like always, yeah ? just you and me, it'll be okay." the words were whispered, like a secret only to be shared between the two of you, something special to treasure as a pair.

leaning into him, crashing your lips together once more, you couldn't help the tears that fell, hoping to seal the taste of him in your soul, meld into him completely as his hand found the small of your back, pulling you in closer as he breathed you.

pulling away, "is this truly what you want right now?" he questioned, searching your face for any signs of discomfort, coming up empty as you nodded eagerly, whispering, pleading, begging, "make me feel like im yours again, tomura."

hovering over your nude laying form on the cushioned bed, clothes collectively discarded on the hardwood, safe for your undergarments, his lips met your cheek, trailing down your jaw slowly, slowly before meeting your neck. pushing his pillowy lips against your sensitive skin, mellow actions growing eager gradually as he continued, teeth softly grazing your skin as he sucked, making a mark, branding you as his own.

shame shrouded tomura's being, hanging heavy like a thunderous cloud, striking him in his core. his culpability was discernible in his mind, his constant turn-downs of your unofficial invitation gnawing at his insides. his presence all that would've been needed to prevent such a situation from taking place, to prevent such trauma, such pain, yet he withdrew the opportunity, and it haunted him like a vengeful ghost.

soft mewls fell from you as he worked, the nausea you'd associated with the actions earlier that night being reborn anew at the touch of your lover. hands gripping his arm, hips rutting, as he toyed with your most sensitive part through the fabric of your underwear.

finger hooking into the band, hand slipping underneath, finally making contact, a gasp falling from your lips at the act, tomura continued, sharp intakes of breath soon switching to a whines as he did so. drawing circles on your blossoming core, pulling away, he admired the flowery imprints he’d created on your neck as they deepened in shade.

lips meeting yours once more, finally slipping a digit into your warmth, taking the opportunity of your opened mouth to slip his tongue in as you moaned, slowly pumping you before doubling the dosage. lacing your hands into his hair, brows furrowing as tomura swallowed your tunes, meeting you with his own, kiss growing desperate as your hand found his clothed cock, slipping beneath the fabric, intending to alleviate the tension as you stroked, earning shaky groans from the man.

parting to hurriedly free yourselves from the threaded pieces of fabric, you met again, lips interlocked, his thumb pressed to the length of his cock, leisurely dragging it between your folds, as he rutted against you.

the strain was native as tomura slowly buried the head of his cock into your core, yet you couldn't help the need to paw at his shoulders, face contorting at the width and he gripped your wrist, "you can take it, princess," whispering, lips grazing yours as he spoke, inching deeper, soon bottoming out, "there we go."

stilling as you adjusted, tomura's mind itched for friction yet he remained stagnant as your lips crashed with fervour, treasuring the complete feeling of being slotted together once more, like missing pieces of a jigsaw, your core carved, his cock sculpted to couple.

his motions were slow at first, tender, pulling out at a grating pace before filling you once more, your hips moving to meet his, yet they harshened as he continued, pelvis soon snapping into yours, coarse strokes pummelling against that gentle pocket of nerves deep within you, leaving you in a choked daze. bodies rocking in tune with the bed springs, tomura's head buried in the crook of your neck, groans slipping into your ears, aiding the tightening knot nestling in your core as his thumb drew circles between your folds.

raising his head to meet your gaze, flushed cheeked and glossy lipped, heavy lidded eyes harbouring a fountain of lust, and you were enraptured by the view, his cologne almost permeating off him at the short proximity, intoxicatingly so.

mind dizzying as he observed your features, wanting to savour the expressions he pulled from you, clenching around him unwillingly at the sight, eyes squeezing shut in shame as your cheeks rosed, a smirk dawning his face in return, "you're taking me so well, baby." his voice raspy, a whine slipping from your lips, "such a good girl for me, aren't you ?" nodding eagerly at the question, "anything for you, master." through whimpers, and tomura smiled at the words, knowing you met it, all too deeply.

panting softly, the knot in your stomach tightening harshly as you squeezed around tomura once more, "can i—" cut off by a moan, hands fisting the fabric of the sheets, "cum on my cock, princess." back arching off the bed at the vulgar words with a mewl, tomura slipped his hand beneath, holding you, pumping you through your bliss, relishing in the way your muscles tensed, the way your eyes fell shut and the lazy open mouthed smile that rested on your lips.

"t-thank you," you pushed through a whine as the sensitivity set in, tomura's actions persisting as he chased his own high, pace becoming languid and jagged as it neared. hand flying to grip his wrist as he began to pull out, "w-wait..." pleading, "c-can you uh...inside..." cheeks burning as you spoke, voice timid, quiet.

tomura's brow quirking at the request, his silence only making you feel the need to explain further, "t-the love bites aren't enough..." you pushed, "i...i want to feel you from the inside..." eyes searching his face as you trailed off, a smile forming on his lips as he obliged, settling back in with the gentle words, "anything for you, my love." you smiled shyly in turn, knowing he meant it, all too deeply.

gummy walls tightening around the thick of his shaft, tomura's brows knitting together as the coil nestling at the pit of his stomach slowly came undone, hips staggering, painting your warmth with his pearly seed inscribing the story of your shared love on your walls like a parietal painting.

                              ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

the rushing water pooled at your feet, head tipped back as tomura's sudsy digits massaged your scalp gently, eyes falling shut as he moved the shower head over the length of hour hair, keeping the soap from trailing down your face before raking conditioner through your locks with tender care, repeating.

your fingers moved through snowy locks as tomura reached for the shampoo bottle, taking a whiff, "it smells so…sweet," he commented, "one of the reasons i like it so much," you shrugged, "is it any good ?" he questioned, "you'll see for yourself when we're done," humming, he sniffed it once more, "i like it" slight confusion lacing your brows, "how so ? you haven't even seen the results yet," earning a shrug, "it smells like you," the words forming a sweet ball of golden light to glow within your chest, a smile dawning your face, "besides, your hair is always super soft anyway."

dried and clothed, tomura fingers combed through his hair in the reflection, "woah…" he spoke, "see ? this is why i keep telling you to quit buying the cheap stuff," gently poking a finger into his arm with a smile, he shrugged, "eh, it gets the job done but this...this is some fancy shit." laughing at his choice of wording, "yeah, sure it is, tomura." sarcasm laced within the words, earning a playful squinted glare in the reflection from the other. 

"do you wanna do a face mask with me ?" holding up a small pot in one hand and an sealed packet in the other as tomura splashed water on his soapy features, patting his clean face dry as you continued, "a clay mask is drying and would probably irritate the areas around your lips and eyes but i think a sheet mask should be okay."

"and if it does irritate my skin ?" you squint, pointing as you talk, "it’s moisturising, so i have high hopes that it won't..." smiling as you trailed off, he shrugged, "sure then, go ahead."

perched at the edge of the bathtub, you took place between his knees, his hands placed on the backs of your thighs as you laid the serum doused sheet on his features, tugging it into place. entranced by your focus, tomura's heart swelling as his eyes raked over the soft lines of your face, the wet tendrils sticking to your forehead, the gentle curl of your pretty lashes and the plump lips he so dearly wanted to kiss again, "there we go." you piped, breaking tomura's daze, his eyes shifting to the mirror, "i look terrifying," he laughed, "you don't," you retort, "and don't laugh, you'll shift the placement of the mask," shrugging, arms held in surrender "whatever you say."

he observed intently as you swiped the clay on your face, "now we both look terrifying," you laughed, earning a tut, "no, you, you look cute." giggling at the words, "well, you think i look cute in anything." shrugging, "my point exactly."

tomura's chest warmed as you gently pressed the serum into his skin, the dried mask discarded on the counter not too long ago, fingers setting soft pats against the scarred flesh, careful not to agitate the wounds, "you haven't been scratching as much recently," you spoke, gaze dipping to his neck, reaching for the moisturiser you'd put on moments prior, gently massaging it into his skin, "the urge comes in waves sometimes," he shrugged, "still, im proud of you," a gentle smile gracing your lips as you uttered the words, tomura mirroring it, "all done!" you beamed, tomura pulling you down, setting a soft kiss to your lips, "now you're done." he corrected.

you soon found your tired bodies interlinked within fresh silk sheets, your head on tomura's chest as his fingers smoothed over your hair, the nostalgic cartoon playing in the background on the tv becoming white noise as your heavy lids fluttered shut, drifting into a hearty slumber within the safe confines of the arms of your lover.

[acapelladitty]

NSFW Alphabet: Cooper Howard

Summary: A full NSFW alphabet for Cooper Howard/The Ghoul from Fallout (2024).

Fic Masterlist

Link to AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pretends that he's not needing anything after sex but actually loves it when his partner wraps themselves around him like a second skin. Won't ever admit to it, but the way his arm snakes around to pull them even closer is hint enough to his real desires.

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

Likes his hands because they're quick and dexterous, and can justbas easily gut a gulper as they can seek out and tease a clit. Not much pride in his own appearance aside from that. He's also a tit man and the pillowy softness of them is so opposed to his own body that he only enjoys them more, usually with his mouth as much as his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sterile as all fuck, he can do what he wants with his cum and it makes no difference. Enjoys the taste and likes oral because of it. He does love for his partner to hold onto his cum though, either by swallowing or by pushing it back up their holes with his fingers. They earned it so they're going to keep it.

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

Has experimented with his new abilities as a Ghoul in some interesting and intense ways. Usually pushing the edge of pleasure and pain as he tests his own limits. His leathered skin is less sensitive than most so he's spent some of his more boring nights doing things to himself that would have a normal man in fucking hysterics.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows his way around a hole that's for sure. He slept with one or two folks before Barb but he was pretty monogamous after that despite the sleaze of his acting career. He and Barb did share a very healthy, vibrant sex life and he was eager to experience new things with her but nothing too outside of the 'vanilla' realm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Seated with his partner riding his lap like any good cowgirl should. The close skin-to-skin contact, plus the easy access to their chest, makes it a firm favourite as he's generous with his tongue and teeth. Plus, it lets him enjoy their facial expressions and hold some eye contact as he drinks in their pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Never 'goofy' is a daft sense but isn't above using filthy talk and double entendres while cracking a wicked smirk. Lots of word play around his status as both a cowboy and a monster and he likes to remind his partner of BOTH of those facets of his personality.

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

Look at the poor cunt 😭 he's a great big baldy bastard with nary a pube on him. The only hair he has are the follicles that fall off the folk he occasionally scalps.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly romantic given how gruff and generally detached he is, but only with a romantic partner. A random fuck gets a casual pump and dump while sex with a partner has some meaning for him and he likes to feel his partner close and ensure that they have a good time with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not at the top of his priority list in the grand scheme of things. If he's feeling horny then he'll deal with it and leave the mess splattered on the ground where it fell.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay is a kink of his and he would be at his happiest role-playing a very traditional "cowboy saves a damsel and she's looking to repay the favour" type scene. His most 'out there' kinks include a mild touch of erotic cannibalism, ropework, and dom/sub dynamics relating to discipline and cnc.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Strong enough to make any vertical surface a viable spot for a fuck, there are very few areas that Cooper can't turn into a good spot for sex. His preference is for a bed though because he can be a lazy fucker when it suits him but that's an indulgence he's very rarely afforded.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Very easily motivated if he can sense his partner is down for a rough tumble in the sheets. All he needs is a WHIFF of a chance of hole and he'll be rubbing himself across you like a cat in heat. Hand straight to the groin like it was magnetic.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing his partner? Oh no. He'd fucking kill any third party before they could do anything too untoward. He's jealous as hell and volatile with it as he claims so little in the shithole that is the wastelands. Will threaten to tie his partner up and leave them for the raiders and beasts but that's just a horny threat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One leftover from his previous life is his love of giving oral. His wife loved it and he loved receiving it in equal measure. However, with things as they are, he'd rather get his rocks off in warm hole when the opportunity and time arose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally? Fast and rough. However, in the quieter moments when the sun hangs low and he feels relaxed enough to enjoy some time with his partner, he takes great pleasure in some slow and sensual sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Due to his circumstances, quickies are often the only option for some hole so if he and his partner are frisky then it's as and when the potential arises.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think choosing to fuck someone in the wastelands automatically qualifies as a considerable risk. But, yes. He's fond of risk and it's something that he'll continue to push and push until he's satisfied.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ridiculous stamina. The kind of stamina that will have smoke pouring from your hole if he's not careful lol. As a ghoul, his skin is slightly desensitised so he can go for longer but usually only lasts one good round.

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

Not really a big fan of toys (finds his cock and mouth MORE than capable thank you VERY much) but will use easy-to-access objects like his lasso and knife for some kinky play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only teases when it's a game he's playing. Most of the time, he's looking for some quick, rough action that he and his partner can enjoy in their limited, quieter moments. In terms of vocal teasing? He's very quick to spout off with some sleazy promises and demands.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tries to be very controlled but does have a tendency to grunt and growl a lot which makes him more animalistic than vocal in terms of his speech when he's fucking someone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cooper would like to eat a little bit of his partner if they were willing and had the bit going spare. Most of his meals are a necessity but to have a willing offering would be quite erotic and a big deal for him.

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

His cock is the same shade as the rest of his skin but with a slightly deeper tone in his cockhead. Very average length but on the girthier side with a slight lean to the right when he's fully erect. No pubes, obviously.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Makes a lot of inappropriate comments and touches which would have you believing that he's constantly looking for some tail. That's only true because he tends to be hornier in high-stress situations which, unfortunately, is most of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep much and there's something possessive in him that makes him happier watching over his fucked-out partner as they sleep rather than sleeping himself.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Geto Suguru NSFW Alphabet

Edit: if you enjoy, please let me know! I love little comments and messages left in the tags ^_^

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When it comes to Aftercare Suguru is very reverent and routine in his practice. If the two of you are doing a particularly rough or draining scene he prefers to have aftercare items laid out in advance. The basics like water,snacks,wipes,etc but also more sensory based things to bring you back like a candle to smell or something to squish, something to bring you back from subspace. If the sex you’re having is more vanilla he will still water you,feed you,then cuddle you to sleep. He always makes sure that you’re asleep first before he does 🥺

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

I’m not sure if this counts as a body part but I'm a big believer that Suguru takes a lot of pride in his hair and how healthy he keeps it. Homie is all about those hair masks,regular trims and maybe just MAYBE you got him sleeping with a silk bonnet. His favorite part of you has to be between your tummy,ass and thighs. What can I say? Suguru likes them well fed, thickums. He wants to see the shape of your ass in the matching Kimonos he got you two 💀. He’s also just a little freak and it makes him feral when you squeeze your thighs around his head 😭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he cums a moderate amount? Lmao I don’t know if that’s the correct way to say it but it’s just like an average amount. I think the consistency is on the thinner side and it’s got that translucent milky color. He prefers to cum inside but it also gets him going to spill over your mound and like in between your lips. He also likes when he fucks you so hard you cream around the base because it always looks the prettiest in pictures.

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

This little freak. This absolute little freak. Amongst all of his little fantasies, the one that has him groaning and spilling over his fist the fastest is domming both you and Satoru. The thought of having his little lover and the strongest on their knees for him gives him such a headrush that he has to lay down after he cums or he’ll pass out. He would never let this fantasy see the light of day

Unless you bring it up 👀

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced in the way of lots of sex with a few partners rather than multiple partners so he hasn’t tried EVERYTHING but he’s honed the skill set he has.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up arch PRECISE!!! He wants your face smushed into a pillow and if he’s feeling generous he’ll let you keep your hands free. He can be merciful sometimes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I wouldn’t say he’s completely serious all the time during sex, if something humorous happens he’ll laugh but he’s not going out of his way to be funny or anything. He wants you to be comfortable so he has a calming silence to him.

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

He keeps things neat. A nice close trim for his own preferences but even when it grows out the hairs are fine and rather soft so it’s not really a bother anyways.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic at heart but he’s a pretty quiet lover. He’s the type to be thrusting into you in missionary,brushing your hair out of your face and littering kisses over your cheeks and neck. If he’s particularly overwhelmed by pleasure or he’s having a bad day, he’ll bury his face in your neck and let out the cutest little pants while his hands are bruising your hips, mumbling incoherently about how much he loves you. If you can hear him over your own moans, he whimpers occasionally.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His sex drive is pretty middleground so if you’re around he doesn’t really feel the need to jerk off. When he does, it's much more utilitarian so he’s trying to get off as quickly as possible. He’s not a fan of porn, not when he’s got so many photos of you saved to get off too. If he’s feeling more self indulgent he’ll sit and set the scene for one of his fantasies.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a kinky boy. BDSM is very high on his list in every aspect. He’s dominant. He enjoys being dominant and he’s always preferred submissive partners--Suguru loves a crybaby--because he loves feeling needed and nothing makes his dick harder than a whining sub clinging onto him and begging to cum.

Dacryphilia is another one, he used to be slightly ashamed of this one but he can’t help but feel his stomach tighten and his breath hitch when your whines turn into broken sobs. If he’s got you on your back and you’re looking at him with tear filled eyes, he’s going to put a baby in you. Periodt point blank, that’s a threat and a promise.

Suguru is also into primal prey. I’ve already mentioned that he tends to get power highs when domming, but the thought of hunting you down and fucking you actually makes his heart stutter. The pride in catching you, the complete domination, it gives him the sense of satisfaction that almost nothing else can. The fear on your face, the flicker in your cursed energy that you’re not even aware of. You’ve got a blinking target on your back and you don’t even know it. And he likes to mess with you, he likes to make you think you’re winning. He’s got such quiet feet and he moves so fast from years of training that one minute he’s there,the next he’s gone and soon you’re pinned on your front in the dirt with your panties ripped and being drilled into.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a simple man and honestly just wants to fuck in the comfort of his home. Now inside the house, nowhere is off limits. He’s fucked you on the table,on the couch,bent over the dryer,in the middle of the hallway 😭

He doesn’t care bro

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I mentioned this a bit earlier but he really likes when you’re needy for him. Like Suguru loves a needy,clingy,crybaby sub who’s gonna act like his shadow. He also really loves when you take what you want from him. He gets off on seeing you so flustered on his lap, grinding in little circles and whining for him to just flip you over and fuck you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like bodily fluids besides cum and in the right circumstances blood.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a MUNCH!!! Suguru is a munch and he is proud of it. He’s eating pussy AND ass and he’s very much so giving aht aht aht move your hand. He will have you in that bed for hours on end eating you out for his own pleasure. You are not leaving unless you safeword or he’s done. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Suguru is a complete wild card but usually since he has so much patience, he fucks hard and slow. Really deep thrusts that jostle your entire body and have you gripping the sheets. If you want him to go faster you have to beg for it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not a fan of quickies because he likes to take his time and really take you apart. But he’s a little whipped so if you beg for it you’re getting fucked alright 🙂

You won’t be walking afterwards but you’re gonna get fucked

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes risks within both of your boundaries, but nothing too crazy. If anything has the possibility to cause either of y’all physical harm it’s an immediate veto because you’re his number one priority.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh Suguru? Mister first grade sorcerer? He can go as many rounds as you can take. His self control is pretty good so he tries his best to make you cum before he does. If he does somehow cum before you do, he’s immediately pulling out and finishing you off anyway you want.

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

You two have a plethora of different sex toys. He had a humble collection before he met you but now there is definitely chest kept in the bedroom with a padlock because SOME guests(Satoru) are too nosy for their own good 🙄

“Suguru, what does this do?” “You don’t want to know”

He has some of the basics like vibes,ropes,and paddles. But he also has nipple clamps,chastity belts and whips.

He likes to keep an array of things on deck.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s absolutely the worst. He loves to tease you because he just thinks you’re so fucking cute when you’re whining and begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It depends but he tends to be on the softer side of sounds. He has a naturally soft voice so his moans are breathy and he lets out little sighs and whimpers. When he’s close he tends to bite his lip and let out noises that couldn’t pay him to admit to. He definitely groans when he’s getting head and purrs low in his throat. Different types of stimulation make different sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is my bisexual king and he’s a power bottom. He’s not letting you top, but in the past he’s definitely taken both dicks and straps. He’s secure in himself and prostate orgasms are nice 🤷🏽‍♀️

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

I’m feeling like he’s a good 7-8in in length? Like that’s just the vibe he gives. He definitely doesn’t have the biggest dick in the JJK verse but he’s definitely up there in the top 5. Tan shaft and a tip that flushes red when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I mentioned earlier but his sex drive is very in the middle. He gets the horny zoomies sometimes where he’ll jump you in the hallway and take you like a cheap whore. But he usually likes to plan and have structured scenes thought out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He needs you to be asleep before him. It’s his own thing, but once you’re safely tucked into bed, bathed,fed,watered and asleep he can finally feel like his job as a dom and boyfriend is complete. He will quite literally not be capable of rest until you’re snoring.

[kinkyrafe]

Vanilla Night

Kinktober, October 26

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where everything is softer than it usually is.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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Rafe looks worn out the moment he steps through the door. His shoulders are tense, jaw tight, and the usual light in his eyes is dim. You can tell it’s been a rough day. The plans you made earlier in the week—dinner out, maybe a movie after, followed by great sex—were canceled when he texted you about how he was feeling down and just not up for it that day. You didn’t mind; you just wanted to see him, to be with him. So, you suggested something low-key instead, telling him he could come over, order some food, and watch a movie. No sex. No pressure.

You were a little surprised when he finally agreed—and here he is now, sitting on your couch in a pair of your sweatpants, playing with your hair, looking a little more relaxed after a quiet dinner. You put on a movie, something mindless that neither of you really pay much attention to, and as the night wears on, you reach over to rub his neck and shoulders. The tension that’s been building there all day starts to melt under your touch, and he leans into you with a soft sigh.

“This feels nice,” Rafe murmurs, his voice drowsy as you massage the back of his neck, your fingers working out the knots in his muscles.

You smile at the sound of his voice, pleased that he’s finally starting to unwind. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he says, then adds with a wry chuckle, “But you’re actually making me very horny right now.”

You pause for a second, then laugh softly, your hands still on his shoulders. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t stop,” Rafe quickly interrupts, his hand reaching up to cover yours on his shoulder, his touch gentle but insistent.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You want me to make you horny?”

Rafe shifts a little beside you, as if trying to find the right words. He grins. “Depends.”

“On what?”

He exhales softly, glancing over at you. “Could you just… go easy on me? I’m not really up for a whole scene tonight. I don’t have the energy for a challenge. I would just fail, and I don’t want you to have to punish me or anything.”

Your heart softens at his honesty. It’s never happened before for Rafe to admit when he’s not up for something intense, and it shows just how much he trusts you to understand. “I thought you didn’t want to have sex tonight,” you tease lightly, letting him know you’re listening without pushing.

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” he replies, though his tone is more tender than cheeky. “I feel a lot better now. This… all of this has helped. You helped.”

You take a deep breath, your gaze softening as you look at him. You want to be sure, completely sure, that this is what he wants—that he’s not asking for intimacy because he feels obligated, just because your relationship—or whatever this is at this point—started off as only sexual. “I wouldn’t want to exploit your vulnerability,” you say carefully, searching his face. “That’s not why I asked you to come over even though you felt like shit.”

Rafe’s expression immediately softens, and he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I know. I didn’t think that for a second. If you’re not comfortable, then it’s okay, but I don’t feel exploited at all. On the contrary, actually.”

You hold his gaze for a long moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the trust there. You take a deep breath and nod slowly. “Okay. So you’re asking for sex, not a scene.”

Rafe swallows, his fingers still playing with yours. “Yeah, basically, I guess.”

“I won’t be comfortable dropping the power dynamics completely, though,” you say carefully, knowing you feel the safest in the structure you usually create.

He nods, understanding. “I know. I just… don’t push me too hard. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

You smile softly at that, appreciating how clearly he’s communicating his needs tonight. “Okay then,” you say, getting up and extending your hand to him. “Come with me. Let’s have some vanilla sex.”

Rafe stands, his hand slipping into yours as you lead him toward the bedroom. Once inside, you turn to face him, your expression serious yet soft. “I’m going to ask for a lot of confirmation today, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rafe replies, his voice steady, a grin on his lips. He is really looking forward to this, you can tell.

“Color?”

“Green.”

You nod, stepping closer, your hands moving slowly, deliberately, as you reach for his wrists. “I’m still going to tie your hands,” you say softly, your eyes meeting his. “How do you feel about that? Green for alright, yellow for no, red for ‘I changed my mind, sex was a bad idea.’”

He takes a deep breath, then gives you a small, but sure smile. “Green.”

“Good.” You grab the softest rope you can find, wrapping it securely around his wrists. “Lay down,” you instruct, guiding him gently to the bed. “And keep your hands over your head.”

Rafe lays back and stretches his arms over his pillow, his eyes on you, his breathing deepening as he settles into the bed. His body is relaxed, but you can sense the slight nervousness, the vulnerability that came with admitting he needs something softer tonight. It’s super intense in its own way. You only realize now that both of you have probably underestimated it. Still, somehow you know that it is still you, who needs to be the secure one about this—always clarifying exactly what you expect of him.

You climb onto the bed beside him, your hands moving to his chest, rubbing gently at first, just to keep that sense of connection. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his temple, your lips barely brushing his skin as you whisper, “Let go, babe. Let me take care of everything. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Rafe exhales slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as he nods, letting himself sink further into the mattress. “Okay,” he breathes.

Your hands trail down his body, slow and intentional, your touch gentle but commanding. You make sure to check in with him through every step, gauging his reactions, watching for any sign of hesitation. But all you see is trust. Rafe trusts you with everything in this moment—his body, his mind, his vulnerability.

“You’re perfect for me,” you murmur softly as your hands find their way to his hips, the words slipping out before you can stop them. But they feel right—true, even.

Rafe’s eyes open briefly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “You think so?” His hands twitch but he doesn’t bring them down to touch you.

“I know so,” you reply, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth before continuing to kiss your way over his jawline and his neck down to his chest.

“You know you’re damn perfect yourself,” he whispers back just as gently, his body reacting to your lips on his skin.

As you move lower, you take your time, savoring every inch of him. There’s no rush tonight, no need for the usual games or control. You can feel how much this intimacy means to both of you, how it’s not just about pleasure but about care, about seeing each other fully.

You pause just before reaching his thighs, glancing up at him. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Green,” he whispers, his voice soft but sure.

You smile and continue, your movements slow and deliberate, making sure he feels every touch, every kiss. You watch the way his body reacts, how he relaxes more and more under your hands, how his breathing grows more labored, his pleasure building gradually.

You keep checking in with him, asking for confirmation, making sure he’s comfortable every step of the way. And each time, his answer is the same—green, always green. Because tonight isn’t about pushing limits or testing endurance. Tonight is about connection, about softness, about being exactly what you need from each other.

As the night wears on, Rafe’s body responds to your touch in ways that tell you just how much he trusts you—how much he needs this, needs you. And in this moment, you realize that this is more than just a night of comfort for him. It’s proof that no matter how tough things get, no matter how much the world weighs him down, you could be here to hold him, to take care of him. Somehow, deep down, even though you’re not sure enough to admit it, you know, that you are perfect for him.

And he, in turn, is just as perfect for you.

[luciferism]

[ "Divine Desire" ]

Simeon x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Just Simeon and reader having sex and a little play, basically.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, bondage (at the beginning until half of the scene), anal sex, oral fixation (lots of kissing), explicit sexual content, dom/sub, lingerie/garter stockings kink, teasing/begging, humiliation (light), porn with feelings?, established relationship, pwp

Word Count: 5.8K words of porn

A/N: If you guys haven't noticed, I like writing character x top male reader than afab! or gender neutral. But I'll try more in the future, I guess.

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Simeon, clad in a provocative set of silk lingerie, lies motionless on his bed, bound by silky restraints that only enhance his alluring curves. As the moonlight trickles through the window, its touch seems even more sensual as it caresses his skin. 

You smile as you take a moment to relish in the sight of Simeon laying on his bed. He takes in his soft, yet sensual appearance. Simeon is dressed in a white lace lingerie set, one that accentuates his youthful form. It's a sight to behold indeed, especially for you, who has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now.

Simeon's eyes flutter open, slowly, as he regains his bearings, and the world comes back into focus. Something about his predicament doesn't seem quite right, but he can't help but be drawn to the sensation of the soft silk cloth caressing his wrists and ankles. When he notices the dim, moonlight-filled room and the figure looming over him, he gasps softly. It is his boyfriend—you—already in your birthday suit.

"Is this to your liking, my little angel?" A devilish grin plastered on your face. Simeon trembles in anticipation, his face turning a dusky pink. 

"W- what do you mean?" he asks, his voice quivering. 

He glances down at himself, eyes widening at the sight of him in just a lacy lingerie. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that he's completely under your mercy. Just then, he is reminded of what you both have agreed on and how he enthusiastically wore the lace fabric earlier. All he can do is watch as you  glide around the bed, trailing a finger down his chest softly.

"Simeon, it's me." You chuckle as you rest one of your fingertips on his chin.

Simeon's eyes go wide with both fear and excitement as he tries to struggle against the silky restraints holding him down. He struggles but the more he bucks and squirms, the tighter they get wrapped around his arms and ankles. 

"My little angel. So eager. So responsive. So adorable." You lean closer until your faces are all but touching. 

"Now, tell me... do you like this? Is this to your liking?" You kiss his cheek ever so slightly, making Simeon's face contort to a delicious blend of shock and pleasure.

As soon as your lips make contact with his cheek, Simeon feels as if his very core is erupting in sparks. Despite his current predicament, he finds no reason to complain as every touch, every whisper, sends pleasure-soaked ripples through him.

He's overcome with a sense of dread, and yet, he's drawn closer, unable to look away despite the growing intensity of the feeling. He gazes deep into your eyes, heart thumping fiercely in his chest. His words come out in barely a whisper. 

"Y- yes," he mumbles, his voice laced with desire.

You sigh softly. Simeon looks very alluring as he lies on his bed as his limbs are restrained. The trickling light of the moon that enters the window and candlelight accentuates his lovely dark skin, even more so as the white lace lingerie decorates his skin in contrast. Simeon looks beautiful, perfect, he managed to depict a sexy character from an old man's erotic novel.

"Good, because you look even more beautiful right now." Your voice sounds husky yet gentle. 

The gentle rumble of your voice sends ripples of goosebumps down Simeon's spine. His breathing quickens as he feels the heat rising inside his body. He gazes at you, trying to control his breath.

His heart skips a beat when he sees the hunger in your eyes as you check out Simeon's body. He struggles to tear his gaze away, feeling a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable position. Despite the feeling, he can't help but feel a burst of adrenaline coursing through his body at the mere thought of your touch.

"Please…" he whispers, his voice shudders from pure vulnerability. He closes his eyes, his voice turning into a breathy murmur. 

"I need you," he murmurs, his hand reaching for you but fails, his body craving your gentle touch.

The soft sound of Simeon's voice, begging, sends a slight shiver on your body. "Please" makes you feel proud and excited. You grin mischievously and caress Simeon's cheeks down to his neck, feeling the soft smooth skin under your palms.

"You're so soft." You smile and press a brief gentle kiss on Simeon's shoulder. You stay there for a bit, inhaling the scent of Simeon's body mixed with the smell of his shampoo.

Simeon shivers at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He arches his back, relishing in the sensation of your touch on his soft, warm skin. He lets out a gentle moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels your lips on his shoulder, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Your breath is hot and sweet on his skin, and it sends him spiraling deeper and deeper into pleasure. He squirms a bit, desperate for more, unable to sit still. His body trembles in anticipation.

Simeon's face flushes a vibrant red as he bites his lower lip. 

"Ahh!" he whimpers, his voice laced with lust and hunger. He trembles as you trail more kisses down his shoulder, his body twitching. The feeling of your lips on his skin is making him crave more, the anticipation driving him wild with desire.

"Please," he begs, the words slipping past his lips. "I need more."

"Yes, my love." You shut your eyes as you kiss Simeon's lips.

It was aggressive, hungry, and gentle at the same time. Simeon's lips are soft and moist against yours and couldn't get enough of it. You entwine your tongue against his, tasting every corner of his mouth. While you kiss, your hands roam around Simeon's neck, shoulders, arms and finally rest them on his toned chest. You give Simeon's chest a light squeeze above his lace bra.

Simeon's body thrashes in response, his breath becoming shaky at the feeling of your kiss and touch. The heat of your tongue against his own and your warm breath wafting on his skin are making him wild with need and anticipation. Every part of his body, every inch of his skin, craves more of your touch and your kisses. The sensation of your hand on his chest above his skimpy bra, sends cascading pleasure and goosebumps down his flesh. He lets out a long, soft moan that echoes throughout the room. 

"More…" he whispers. "Please."

You continue to squeeze and knead Simeon's covered chest. The feeling of the lace bra's rough texture and Simeon's soft flesh is intoxicating and arousing. The more you stimulate Simeon's chest, the more you can feel his nipples go hard and pucker against your palms.

"God..." You sharply inhale after pulling away from the kiss. Your saliva and Simeon's own have mixed and stained both of your mouths and chins.

"Mhm..." he groans quietly. "Oh..." His voice is hushed as if he's afraid someone's going to catch the both of you.

Simeon pants heavily, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body writhing in pleasure but also slightly in discomfort. The feeling of your hand kneading his chest is making him ache for more, to have his clothes completely removed. But, the thought of exposure brings a hint of worry to his mind. 

"Please," he moans, "I want more..." The words come out of his mouth, breathless and desperate. He wants to feel your mouth and hands on his body again. He wants to feel your touch, your caress. He needs it. Now.

Your eyes glimmer with delight. The sound of Simeon's breathy moans and his desperate pleas for your kisses and touch arouses you. Your manhood throb in response, but you want the both of you to enjoy this new experience. Simeon looks absolutely divine with his limbs being tied up on his bed, begging and ready for you. 

"Tell me, Simeon, what do you want me to do?" Your lips curve upwards, your voice slightly above a whisper. A look of mischief and adoration adorns your face. You are glad to have Simeon let go of his inhibitions at this moment. This is a night for you both, a new way to enjoy yourselves in private.

Simeon's body is writhing in excitement, his head rolling back against the fabric of the bed, his fingers clenching tightly on nothing. Your hand has set ablaze his hunger; he craves for more. The idea of doing something this brazen, something he's never done before, is equally thrilling and daunting to him.

Simeon looks up at you, his eyes glazed with a burning lust and hunger. The sound of your voice, the way his body quivers and squirms when you touch him, it's driving him insane with desire.

He arches his back, his chest and stomach twitching and shivering as he gasps. "Please," he pants, "I need you.”

"I want you," he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper. "I want all of you. Right here. Right now. I want to feel your lips on my skin, every inch of my body. I... I want you to kiss me. Everywhere.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at Simeon's desperate response. Your mouth curls into a grin, and your eyes glitter as your gaze never falters to feast at Simeon. You feel your blood rush all over your flesh, your manhood is twitching more as it grows more erect, your eyes burning with pure lust as you look at Simeon's bound body. Simeon's excitement is self-evident under his skimpy lace undies.

With one swift move, you crawl over Simeon and place one knee on each side of his hip, pressing him down on the bed. Your free hand grabs the edge of Simeon's bra, and slowly you remove it, enjoying the sight of Simeon's chest gasping and heaving in hunger and in response to the cold air against his skin.

"That, my love, can be arranged." Your lips curve upwards to a devilish smile.

The hunger in Simeon's voice, the way he looks at you desperately, is making you feel hot and heavy. You never wanted someone so badly before, and you want nothing more than to satiate your beloved angel's desires. You lean down to Simeon on the bed, your tongue darting out to lick his lips in a teasing manner, tasting his sweet mouth once again.

Simeon gasps, the feeling of your hand on his chest and the touch of your warm tongue against his lips sending a wave of pleasure washing over his body. His tongue flicks out, lusting after the taste of your mouth.

His body is arching on the sheets and his legs slowly thrashes on the bed in an attempt to free himself from the silky restraint around his ankles. Simeon is ready to surrender to the pleasure of the night, his mind focused on your touching tongues and your gentle fingers working away at the lace of his bra.

“You taste even sweeter every time, Simeon.” You lick your lips as you stare at his sultry blue eyes.

He stares back, unable to tear his gaze away from his lover's eyes, his mind in a haze of lust. "Love…" he begs softly, full of desperation. "I need more.”

You grin at Simeon, your eyes glimmering with mischief as the two of you stare at each other with hungry glances, the air thick with unsaid words, the tension and anticipation slowly building. The heat of the moment is making your blood pump through your veins, making you want to devour Simeon whole. You lean forward with a low groan, your lips brushing against Simeon's ear as a chill runs down his spine. 

"You want me?" You whisper softly. "Then, you'll have to say the words. Tell me how much you want me. Beg for me.”

Simeon's body thrashes frantically, his head tossing from side to side on the bed. His muscles strain against the binds of the silk cloth as all his senses are centered on your body pressed against his own. 

"Yes," he pants, the words coming from deep within him. "I want you," he breathes, "I need you." Simeon's voice trembles with emotion and the desire for your touch. "I wanna feel your kiss on every inch of my body, you hear me? I need this.”

He tries to move, to close the distance between the two of you and wrap his limbs around you, but he can't. His bound hands and feet leave him helpless against your seduction.

You shiver at Simeon's reply. You draw back, your look of desire and mischief replaced by one of shock. Then, you smile, licking your lips once again. "Is that so?" You lean down once again, bringing your face really close to Simeon's.

"I like to see you like this, Simeon. Helpless. Begging. Desiring." Your words are whispered into Simeon's ear, making the angel's heart race even more. Your teeth flash, and your lips curl into a lustful, devilish grin once more.

"I've got you at your most vulnerable and I have the power to do anything I want with you." You trace a finger down Simeon's bare chest, your gaze burning with heat and desire. You press yourself against the angel's body, your own hips grinding lightly against Simeon's lace thong-decorated manhood. You lean in closer again, your lips almost touching Simeon's. 

"Then, what will you do in exchange for me?" With a devilish twist, you push yourself away, leaving Simeon panting for breath as he stares at you.

Simeon gasps for breath, his heart beating so fast, it's like a bird trapped in his chest. His gaze is locked on your lips, thirsting for your kiss. His eyes flicker around your naked body, his gaze stopping at your hips grinding against him. Simeon's heart thunders wildly in his chest, his body trembling as he stares at his lover. 

"My love," he whispers hoarsely. "Don't tease me like this. Please... I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just let me have you.” Simeon gasps as he struggles to catch his breath. His heart, pumping furiously, echoes throughout his ears. He watches you with a mixed look of excitement and nervousness.

"Please..." he pleads once more, his voice quivering. His skin is flushed, his expression lustful, his lips slightly parted. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before he looks at you again. 

"Love, please..." his voice above a hushed whisper, "Please, take me now.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as well as you watch Simeon's response to your words. The way Simeon's breathing changes, the way his pupils dilate and the way his lips part in lustful anticipation is driving you even more mad with desire. You slowly start to work on unlacing Simeon's bindings, your smile widening with each knot loosened. Soon, Simeon's hands and feet fall free.

Simeon feels his breath hitch as your hands make their way down to him, the knots loosening slowly but surely. Soon, he feels his hands free. He watches you with a mix of hunger, desire, and excitement, his voice barely a murmur when he speaks. 

"God... I..." Simeon's mind struggles to formulate a coherent speech. Your touch is turning him into mush, the feeling of your fingers drawing tantalizing trails down his body making Simeon shiver and groan. "Please," he breathes. "I... I need your touch.”

"Oh, my, your patience and good behavior were rewarded," you tease, your voice brimming with lust more than earlier.

You spread your lover's thighs and you settle your whole body in between them. You glide your palms down Simeon's chest and your fingers trail the crevices of his toned abdomen, leaving a titillating sensation that ripples on his body. You are enjoying this far too much, your fingers tracing more soft trails on Simeon's flesh with tantalizing slowness.

The moment Simeon sees your fingers trail down his thigh and garter stockings, the heat of the moment rises up in flames. His heart races, his breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. Your  touch is bringing him to another level of pleasure, and he can't control the moans of desire escaping his lips. His body trembles under your touch, his eyes fluttering open and then shut again. In the midst of this, Simeon's mind goes blank, unable to form a coherent thought. He can only feel and crave for more.

"Oh, look at you, Simeon," you whisper, "your heart is beating so fast. You're panting wildly like a dog in heat, your cheeks flushed, your eyes closed with pleasure and lust. Did you want this to happen, love?" You lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against Simeon's. 

"Or are you just surprised at how much I can make you want me?" Your breath is warm and seductively close to Simeon's, and your touch is a tantalizing, lingering caress.

Simeon's body shudders in response to your words, his breath coming in deep, ragged gasps. His eyes flutter open as he stares at your face, his gaze burning with lust and excitement. He watches as you caress his face, your lips tracing a kiss against his earlobe. The touch is electric and makes him hiss in shock.

Your eyes glimmer with lust and desire. You stare at Simeon's flushed face, watching his breath come and go in short, shallow gasps. "Oh my, you really are in need of me, aren't you?" You tease your lover. "Good angel. I think you deserve a reward for your patience."

You grin and kiss Simeon's earlobe before whispering, "You're mine, Simeon. I can do anything I want with you." You caress Simeon's face gently before leaning in to kiss him, your tongue pressing against Simeon's lips. 

The kiss from you is a breath-taking experience for the angel. Your lips press softly against his, your tongue licking and gently teasing Simeon’s. The sensation is so pleasurable that Simeon almost loses himself, his body shaking and his breathing quickening as he kisses his lover back. 

Simeon's moans grow louder and more desperate. Your hand roams down Simeon's arm, across his chest, and to his hips before grabbing a hold of his ass. You slowly untangle the angel's thong, leaving Simeon with only his garter stockings adorning his waist and legs. You push him down and lower yourself on top, your fingers digging into Simeon's flesh.

The moment the lacy thong falls away from his waist, Simeon's voice is filled with lust and desire. His hips gyrate instinctively against your hips, and his breath catches in his throat at the feel of your bodies rubbing against each other. He stares up at your face with a come-hither expression on his own.

Your lips twitch in a small, sly grin. With a firm and hungry grip on Simeon's ass, you grind against the angel as your mouth curves into a pleased smile. 

"Is your body mine, Simeon?" you whisper, "I think you know the answer to that question." You give a quick, hard squeeze on his ass cheeks and then relax your grip. "Your skin is so soft, love," your voice is still hushed in a seductive whisper as your eyes blatantly sweep a lustful gaze all over Simeon’s body.

Simeon writhes like a fish out of water as your hands continue to caress his chest, his abdomen, his waist, his hips, his inner thighs and his soft plump ass cheeks. You are driving him wild with your teasing; and Simeon's desperate breaths make the feeling all the more intense. 

The pressure of your body against his delivers him to madness, his moans rising in pitch and urgency. The touch of your hands and lips on his body sends waves of pleasure cascading through Simeon's flesh, sending him further spiraling into a place of bliss.

"You, yes... don't stop, give me more," he whispers, his head rolling back in pleasure, his body begging for satisfaction. His body craves for more of your touch, of you in all your glory, and he's finally getting everything he wants.

Simeon's fingers grab onto the bed sheets as his body shakes, moaning at the sensation of your lips against his own once more. He opens his eyes slightly, his heart beating like a drum. He stares at your face, his gaze filled with desire and lust, his breath coming in short, staggered gasps.

You grin as Simeon begins to squirm more under your weight, his legs opening wide for you. You caress Simeon's thigh gently, your fingers tracing soft patterns over the angel's smooth and silky skin. 

"Beg for it, Simeon." your words come as a deep, sultry whisper, the heat of your breath grazing Simeon's skin. You slowly begin to move against Simeon, your fingers squeezing his thigh and your hips grinding slowly against Simeon's erect, weeping manhood once again.

Your caress is bringing him to heights of pleasure that he's never experienced before. "Oh... yes, you..." he murmurs softly. "Yes..." His breath falters as you grind back on top of him. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Please..." he begs. 

You gaze down at Simeon and your eyes glimmer with lust. The heat of the moment is driving you to your own wild thoughts with each passing second. You can almost feel the rush of hormones and your own body's response to Simeon's warmth.

"I'm glad you want me, Simeon." you smile at him. "Because, I sure as hell want you too." This statement is punctuated with a deep, passionate kiss. "You're so sweet. So soft and so warm." Your  voice is husky as you whisper this to your lover. 

Simeon is unable to form coherent thoughts. His tongue darts out, trying to find your tongue and engage in a game of tug-of-war. His hands wrap around your body, feeling the curves of your form and the hard planes of your anatomy. His breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and his fingertips grip your body.

You smirk at Simeon, your eyes gleaming with desire and his voice a hoarse whisper. "I love hearing you moan and gasp for me," you breathe out, and your fingers tighten on Simeon's ass as your grip becomes more aggressive.

"It's so rewarding, seeing how much you want me." You lean down to press your lips passionately against Simeon's, while at the same time, you slowly, teasingly trace a finger on the seams of Simeon's garter stockings. 

"Tell me again, Simeon," he whispers, "how much you want to be taken, in each and every way possible.”

Simeon's body shivers as he hears your husky whispers. His eyes flutter open as your fingers continue to firmly grip his ass, and his breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. He gazes up at your eyes—his cheeks, already flushed with heat, grow even rosier, and his lips curl into a lustful smile.

"I want you," he whispers back, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Please, love... please..." he begs. "I want you to take me hard, to satisfy your thirst and mine. I want you to break me, to claim me. Please, my love, please..." He begs like a desperate lover, his body is screaming for you.

Your eyes glitter in delight as you watch Simeon's passionate pleas. You lean down and whisper close to Simeon's ears, your voice a low rumble.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet angel," you murmured. "You have no idea how much I've desired you. Your sweet, soft flesh, your supple body... I will take you in every way possible. In every possible position imaginable. I will ravage your tender flesh and leave this bed a pool of pleasure." you sigh, your eyes burning with desire. "I've wanted this," you whisper.

Simeon's mind clouds with lust as he hears your low rasps. He stares at you with his eyes half-lidded, his body trembling in want and desire. His breath comes out in rapid, excited breaths as you kiss his neck and trails your lips lower. With each breath, his heart beats louder, his body thrills with desire, and his fingers twist into tight, clenched fists as his fingers squeeze the sheets in pleasure.

You grin at Simeon, your lustful gaze fixed on your lover. You move your hands back, leaving a trail of kisses on Simeon's soft skin once again. After a moment, your lust takes hold of you as you grab Simeon's waist tightly, pulling him even closer. Your lips come crashing down on Simeon's, your tongue exploring the angel's mouth with hunger. You devour Simeon's body with your kisses, your fingers tracing a trail of lust as you move them up the angels' legs. 

"Oh yes, Simeon," you groan as you tease Simeon's entrance with your soaked tip, "I'm gonna take you now, angel."

Simeon's back arches and his body trembles as you move your fingers closer and closer to his inner thighs. His eyes flutter open with desire and anticipation as they look up into your glimmering eyes. His breath is quick and short, and he whimpers softly as you finally touch his pulsing entrance and teases him with your tip. 

His hips involuntarily grind against you as he begs for you to give him the one thing he craves most. "You, please..." he whispers, his eyes locked onto your lustful gaze. "I want it... I want it so bad... I need you…”

Your grin widens even more and nods at Simeon's obvious need and lustful begging. "I'm gonna take you now, Simeon. All of you," you whisper, your voice thick with lust and quiver ever so slightly. "Just tell me how hard you want it."

You chuckle and kiss Simeon's neck once again. Your lips press kisses and you bite him with gentle aggression, your tongue exploring every inch of the angel's skin to add extra stimulation to your touch. Simeon's whimpers grow louder as he pleads and begs, but you ignore his pleas and tease him at your own pace. 

Simeon's entire body quivers and his breath comes out in moans and whimpers as he begs you to give him everything he wants. His voice is barely even heard as he whispers your name and begs to be taken. He clings fiercely onto you, his fingers curled against your back, his nails digging into your flesh, your lips still pressed against his neck as he begs and pleads.

Finally, you push yourself fully into Simeon and bring your hips forward and move back again in a slow rhythm. "Mmm," you moan breathlessly, "you feel so good, Simeon. I need you... God, I need you."

The moment you push himself fully into Simeon, it's as if his entire world comes to a standstill. The heat of your touch envelops him in an overwhelming haze, leaving him breathless and unable to think clearly as his brain reels in pleasure. 

"Ohh…" he murmurs seductively, the heat of the moment getting too much for him. "Mmm, god. I need... I need you too…”

You thrust deeper and hold the angel's hips down, your touch filling Simeon with pure ecstasy. "That's it... That's it, Simeon." You start to roll your hips slowly and sensually, pleasing yourself and Simeon at the same time.

His body arches back under the force of your touch, pressing his own flesh against yours as he begs for you to move faster, to give it to him. "Yes, please, god! Yes, harder! Harder!”

His whimpers grow louder and louder, becoming pleas and urgent demands. His body trembles from pure ecstasy, his hands clasped together and clinging desperately to your back as he begs for more.

Your eyes are filled with excitement as you watch and feel Simeon's eager and passionate reaction to your touch. Your muscles flex and your heart pounds with pleasure. You move your hips faster, teasing Simeon with a faster pace before slowing down again to a sensuous rhythm. 

"Harder, please!" Simeon lets out a loud moan as you speed up your movements even more. His hips arch back, his body writhing in pleasure as your thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting him in his most delicious spots.. 

"Faster, please! Harder!" Simeon begs passionately, his body shaking as the heat of the moment grows. He grips tighter on your back as he leans forward, his body desperate for the release it craves.

Your eyes glitter with desire and your mouth is agape as you hear Simeon's desperate moans. Your touch is no longer teasing or playful. You are taking Simeon with a force which he's never felt before. You know the angel wants it, needs it, and you are more than willing to give it. You moan softly and plunge your lips onto Simeon's collarbone. 

Simeon's body quivers under your touch as he finally gets the full and hard penetration he's been waiting for. He gasps and his chest heaves softly as you push down on him harder. Simeon clings onto you with all his might as he grinds his hips against yours as well. 

"Yes, yes, like this... God, yes, harder, faster... harder!" His breath comes out in quick, short gasps, as he begs you to go deeper and faster with your thrusts.

"Yes, Simeon. Yes." You whisper hoarsely. The sudden change of pace sends shivers down Simeon's spine and his back arches as he lets out involuntary depraved moans—which you did not expect from him tonight. Nevertheless, you are both digging this new experience in your sex lives.

"Oh… Oh my god, yes!" He lets out a loud cry as his body convulses under your forceful touches. His eyes roll back as he moans and groans seductively, his body pulsating with pleasure. "Yes, oh, god, yes!" he gasps, "More, more, more... I need it!”

Your face is flushed with desire as you hear Simeon endlessly beg for you to go deeper and faster. Your touch becomes more intense and forceful, your thrusts more deep and penetrating. You move your hips rapidly, filling Simeon with pleasure and lust. You grit your teeth and push yourself into Simeon again and again. You groan and your breath comes out in short, raspy puffs, as you move faster and pound into Simeon with all your strength.

"Oh, Simeon, I'm getting close," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pressure building in your stomach. "Are you ready to be mine? Will you be my good, obedient angel?”

Simeon's eyes roll back into his head as your rhythmic pounding hits all the right spots. His entire body shivers and his legs wrap around you in a desperate plea for you to go deeper. His moans of pleasure grow louder as he gasps eagerly for breath. He begs and begs, unable to control his lust for you. 

"Yes, you, take me... Yes, please! Oh, god, give it all to me! Please take me, make me yours!" Simeon begs in his hoarse, desperate voice. Simeon cries out softly under your touch, his body trembling and quaking with pure ecstasy. 

"Yes, you. Please, I need this, I want this. I want to be yours." Simeon moves his hips up and down, meeting your thrusts with equal force, eager to let you have your way.

Your breaths quicken more, your eyes shimmer with lust and desire as you pick up the pace, rolling your hips seductively; your thrusts becoming harder, more pleasurable, and more intense.

Simeon's cries grow louder, his body trembling and quaking as you thrash and thrust into him vigorously. His fingers are buried deep into your flesh as his hips move in and out with your thrusts. His gasps get louder but his breath comes in short, shallow gasps and his moans drown out even the loudest of sounds. 

"God, oh, god..." his voice above whispers—weak and desperate—as he clings to your body as he rocks back and forth underneath you. "Yes, I want this. I need this. I need you.”

You moan as you hold Simeon's body closer to yours, feeling every inch of the angel as you thrust in and out in a faster and faster rhythm. "Oh, yes, Simeon. I need you so bad. Oh yes, I want you so bad! Take me, Simeon. Oh, I'm... I'm going to..."

You lean down once more, your lips crash deep into Simeon's, forceful yet passionate; just like how your thrusts have become as you reach your climax. Your hands grip the angel's ass firmly under both of your weight, pushing yourself in deeper as your seed spurts and fills Simeon to the brim.

Simeon moans and gasps softly as the moment finally strikes, his whole body trembling under your forceful touch. The angel grips onto your shoulders and pulls you closer as his legs clasp around your waist, his eyes shut tight and he goes breathless. He grinds his hips against yours desperately, his voice hoarse and his lungs beg for more air. "Love... yes… oh yes!"

His whole body quivers violently as his climax strikes not long after yours, his body arching back and his eyes shut tight, bringing his senses into new heights.

Simeon's body tightens in response as he releases. He pushes back against you desperately, craving more of your electrifying touches on his body. His eyes flutter closed and he clings onto your frame as the seeds spill out over both your bodies. Panting softly, Simeon slowly opens his eyes to lock eyes with you. 

"I love you." He whispers in between breaths and smiles sweetly.

Your expression softens as you hear Simeon whisper "I love you." Your smile is gentle as you look back at Simeon, taking in every inch of the angel's flushed and exhausted body. You kiss him gently for a moment while savoring the dissipating tingles all over your body.

"I love you too, Simeon," you whisper softly as you roll over to the angel's side; pulling Simeon closer to your chest, covering both your damp bodies with a warm embrace. You hold Simeon close to your frame, never wanting to let go. You run your hands over Simeon's back and down his arms, your thumbs leaving warm trails wherever they go. "You are my love, angel... my precious, sweet Simeon."

"Let's take some rest, shall we?" you hush in a whisper, your voice rasping with fatigue and pleasure.

Simeon wraps his arms around you, embracing you tightly as well. His touch is soft and delicate as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine," he whispers to himself. He lays his head down on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. 

"Mine." The whispers continue as he caresses your body. "It's so hard to resist, but you're mine. Mine, mine, mine forever." His breathing grows slower and less erratic, his eyes closing as he drifts into a deep, restorative slumber.

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about old Soap and new Soap | MDNI, 18+

Pairing: John Soap x Top Male reader

Content tags: sub!soap, dom! Male reader, brat!soap, hard dom! Male reader, soft dom! Male reader, brat taming, rough sex, jealousy, praise kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of subdrop, mentions of threesomes, possessiveness

New Soap look so eager to please ready to drop down to his knees and do everything you want of him

Old Soap looks like you’d have to grab him by his Mohawk or neck to bring him down on his knees, and keep your hand there as you shove him between your legs until he finally submits

New Soap seems like such a brat who’d rile you up just to get you to fuck him into the mattress. He’d flirt to make you jealous or refuse to follow orders whether that be out on the field or in bed just so you’d punish him by roughly fucking him

Old Soap seems like he’d bite his tongue the entire time you’re trying to punish him, wont even look you in the eyes unless you grab at his chin, will only make a small sound towards the end when he cums, will force you to do all the work if you want him to ride you,

New Soap looks so eager to be called a good boy, will nuzzle into the palm of your hand or into your crotch as the words roll off of your tongue, will fall into sub drop so easily if you call him a bad boy while in the middle of a scene, will have to kiss and dot on him to get him back into subspace properly

Old Soap will spit in your face if you call him a good boy, which you don’t mind you’ll just wipe your face and kiss that very same tongue that spat on you, he literally loves it though will purposely do it just to get this reaction, once you lean in for the kiss he’s sucking on your tongue and biting your lips until one of you bleed

You always know when new Soap is needy because he’s very touchy, always kissing you, always caressing a part of your body, even going as far as whimpering when you deny him something

You always know when old Soap is needy because he absolutely wouldn’t let you pull away from a kiss, keeping your lips locked til you’re basically gasping for air, will keep going for rounds until you pass out

New Soap is so cock hungry he’d absolutely be up for threesomes, loves to have his mouth and hole stuffed while someone is stroking his cock, makes him feel so afloat he loves it so much

Old Soap would absolutely not agree to a threesome, doesn’t like to share what’s his, he’ll ride you so good just to remind you why you only need him

New Soap absolutely loves foreplay, loves how you can spend half the night between his legs fucking him with your fingers or your tongue, always so eager for it

Old Soap has no patience for foreplay, always wants as little prep as possible, doesn’t care if it burns once you slide your cock into him, if anything he enjoys the burns that comes with it but of course he’d never tell you so

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Black Suit

Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader (Smut Blurb)

Concept: After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong.

Word Count: 2,900

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Warnings: the reader is part of the BAU; very minimal mentions of typical CM themes (murder/crime scenes/etc.) - the primary focus of this fic is smut; the reader character has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader and Emily are in an ongoing dom/sub relationship - this includes the background element of safewords (that are not used) and pre-discussed kink negotiation that doesn't happen during this fic; Emily is dominant and the reader is submissive; the reader kneels for Emily; mentions of subspace (but it's not directly called that in the fic); the reader wears a collar (no petplay, just as a symbol of her submission to Emily); Emily's strap-on is referred to as 'her cock' or 'her dick'; a very light hit to the face that could barely be considered a slap (not in the name of pain kink, in the name of dominance); hair pulling (reader receiving); strap-on blowjob (the reader sucks it); Emily is fully clothed and the reader is naked; slight cockwarming; strap-on sex - the reader rides Emily's strap; Emily calls the reader 'babydoll', 'doll', 'greedy slut', 'good girl', 'pathetic slut', 'stupid slut'; Mommy kink - Emily refers to herself as Mommy and the reader calls her that; finger sucking (the reader sucks on Emily's fingers); Emily is generally condescending toward the reader in this, maybe it strays into degradation kink or humiliation kink; verbal degradation; mentions of pulling on the collar - but not quite choking? and I believe that is it.

A/N: This cover is not my favourite - I love the pictures of Emily but I'm not a fan of how dark the background is on the right. This whole fic was inspired by the picture on the left - her sitting in the most beautifully gay way, so I absolutely had to include it in the fic cover. In general, I also just go nuts whenever she wears a pantsuit on screen. It makes me feral. So this was partially inspired by that.

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“Come on. Come to Mommy.” 

Emily had a unique talent for knowing exactly what you needed at any given time. Whether it was a cup of coffee perfectly timed with your three am yawn on an all-nighter case, or her packing a throw-blanket in her go-bag so that you could have a nap on the jet - she was so in tuned with you that she seemed to know exactly what you needed, even before you did. 

Today - after a particularly hard, long haul case - what you needed was to be mindless. The stress of the victims, the haunting glow of their eyes in the crime scene photos, it was weighing on you. You needed to be her perfect, sweet toy. And she knew that the minute that the two of you got in the door. 

She had mumbled in your ear, telling you to strip as she carried both of your bags toward the bedroom. It was a quiet, but firm order that had you shivering with anticipation seconds. Already, you felt your mind melting out of your ears as you watched the wave of her black hair disappear down the hallway. 

Feeling calmed by the acts, you did as you were told. 

You stripped completely naked, and then you knelt down on the corner of the living room rug, your hands lightly placed on your thighs, your eyes completely on the floor with your head slightly bowed. It was a submissive position that Emily loved to see you in, patiently waiting like an obedient pet for her. 

Just the thought that doing this would please her already had you melting into that soft, comfortable headspace. 

It was a simple routine that already had your stressed insides melting into calmness as you did nothing but sit there holding the position, waiting for her. You listened to the sound of her heeled shoes quietly clacking across the floor, and took great interest in the fact that she hadn’t yet taken them off. 

While you held the position, not looking up, you listened carefully as she came into the room. Then, quite expectedly, she reached down and wrapped the cool leather of your collar around your neck. Being as obedient as possible, you stayed entirely still while she did it, feeling tingles of satisfaction flow through you as the collar settled onto your neck. 

This simple act finished the process of melting your brain completely, and now, you could think of nothing but Emily - nothing but Mommy, how badly you needed her. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel shameful at the fact that there was a sticky wetness between your legs and she hadn’t even touched you yet. She had trained you well enough that just these simple acts, just the feeling of your collar around your neck made you so desperate for her touch. 

Emily then walked over to the large armchair that she had in the corner of the room. It was something she had there for reading books or enjoying TV (during the little time off between cases that the two of you had). 

Mostly, she had the elegant leather chair for moments like this. 

“Come on. Come to Mommy.” 

It was only when she spoke the words that you had your implicit permission to finally look up at her. 

She sat in the chair with her legs spread, a mighty presence in the room with her suit still on. The only difference you noticed from how she had looked for most of the day was a distinct bulge around the zipper of her pants. The idea that perhaps she had taken off her pants, put on her cock, and redressed just to appear this put together for you… it was thrilling. 

She had been paying attention when you said you liked the way she looked in the suit. It was meant to be a perfectly innocent comment when you saw the way she was dressed for the day. A simple ‘you look nice today, Em’. But she saw right through you - the lustful spark in your eye, the way you bit your lip. She knew all of your tells too well, and she knew exactly what to do with the information. Something she had been saving until now. 

You couldn’t help but to savor the pure air of dominance coming off her with the black blazer and black dress pants draped over her, her black heeled boots still on. Her black button up blouse was still on, but she had a few more of the buttons undone than before. 

This showcased the golden key necklace that sat between her breasts. It was something that you had a matching lock necklace of, but you had taken it off and tucked it away with your clothing knowing that it was going to be exchanged for your collar because you were now in the privacy of your home. 

The necklace was something you had lovingly gifted her, showing that you truly belonged to her in every way and absolutely loved it. 

“Fucking. Crawl.” 

Emily ground out the words harshly when you didn’t move fast enough for her liking. 

You had become so distracted by her gorgeous appearance, but you rushed to meet the demand when her words hit your ears. 

The sound of her voice caused goosebumps all over your skin as you were distinctly reminded of who was in charge. Reminded of why you needed her - because you went so braindead when you became lustful. You needed her to guide you in order to get what you truly wanted. 

You crawled to her, making your way to her on your hands and knees. In a very rehearsed part of the ritual, you placed your head on her thigh, looking up the length of her torso at her. You heavily enjoyed how much she towered over you while you knelt at her feet. She gently combed her fingers through your hair while she admired how sweet and submissive you looked. 

“What do you need, babydoll?” Emily asked, continuing with that firm but quiet tone that you loved so much. Something that showed her power with an epic subtlety. 

You eased your head forward until you were nuzzling at the bulge that was threatening to burst her zipper. You felt nothing but firm silicone under your nose, which caused excitement to pulse through you. 

“You.” You told her, your voice slightly breathless already. “Just need you, Mommy.” 

You looked up at her with your best pleading doe eyes, knowing that she would give you exactly what you needed without you even having to voice it. She knew you too well. And she always knew what you needed before you even did. 

Emily skimmed her knuckles along your cheek, gently prodding her thumb between your lips. In the most natural fashion, you began sucking on the digit, enjoying the feeling as she forcefully pressed it onto your tongue. 

Once again, she easily knew what you needed. 

“Such a pretty doll for me.” She hummed, clearly enjoying the sight of you on your knees for her. 

You hummed happily around her finger at the comment, and she smirked. 

“Get my cock out for me, doll.” She ordered, her beautifully calm voice making the words sound like a song. 

She gently pulled back her thumb, causing a wet smack as it suctioned from your lips and she ran the tip of it along your bottom lip. Knowing that you were likely foggy, already mushy between the ears, she gave you a light tap on the cheek with her open palm to prompt you into following her instructions. 

You grinned at this, letting out a moan as a pleasant warmth spread through you. 

You loved it when she took control over you. 

You reached up and popped the button on her pants, and the zipper practically burst open with the force of her stiff silicone cock behind it. You helped get it out nicely, almost drooling at the sight before you - her black pants stretched over her thighs where they were spread wide to accommodate you, her bright red, veined strap-on sticked out from the fly of those pants with just a bit of her dark pubic hair visible above the strap’s harness. It was so fucking beautiful that you could have cried. 

In fact, you felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes as Emily reached down and forcefully grabbed the back of your hair, guiding your head toward her dick. 

You hadn’t even realized that your mouth was open wide with your tongue lulled out, needy and panting like a dog - not until she slid her cock so perfectly into the opening. She easily stuffed one of your needy holes and made the other throb almost painfully, making you wish there were two of her so that you could be filled from both ends at the same time. 

“Such a greedy slut.” Emily chuckled. “There ya go, suck Mommy’s cock.” 

You moaned gratefully around her cock as the thickness of it stretched your jaw open and forced your tongue flat to the bottom of your mouth. Your hands naturally fell to sit on her thighs, a lovely heat on her flesh through the material of her suit. She couldn’t help but to sit back and admire you, effortlessly guiding your head up and down on her dick. You were so pliant at this point, almost ragdoll-like, your muscles like clay that needed to be shaped by her touch. 

“You gonna warm up Mommy’s cock?” Emily posed, her sweet, soothing voice causing your cunt to clench around nothing. You felt wetness smearing against your inner thighs and you definitely weren’t surprised. 

You moaned in affirmation of this, loving the feeling of your lips becoming slightly swollen and sore as she fucked your face on her dick. 

“There ya go. Good girl.” She cooed. “Need it nice and wet so you can sit on it, babydoll.” 

You moaned even louder at this, and Emily couldn’t resist any longer. 

She pulled you up, loving the way your mouth hung slack, showing the messy trail of spit from your lips to where it glistened all over her cock. 

She didn’t waste any time then. 

She quickly got you up into her lap, having you straddle her with your knees over her thighs. 

You were impressed by the fact that her suit was somehow almost perfectly pristine - her pants were barely wrinkled and her upper half didn’t look touched at all. It was something that turned you on to no end, the visual of her in that powerful suit jacket as you sat astride her. 

(This would definitely be something you thought about every single time you saw her in a suit on the job from now on.) 

She began teasing the stiff cockhead along your dripping folds - apparently all it took was a few moments of her teasing, having your mouth filled and the switch of her dominant persona electrifying the air to flood your pussy. She then used a bruising grip on your hips to pull you down onto the hard length of her cock, perfectly impaling you with it. 

You let out a harsh whimper at the feeling of being filled up by her, and Emily smirked at you in a perfectly devilish way. She felt so whole, having you as a perfect naked prize in her lap. She didn’t know how anyone else in the world could be satisfied if they couldn’t have you. (But she also knew that if anyone else tried to touch you, she would have to break their fingers at the very least.) 

You sat there for a moment, waiting for her to fuck her hips up into you - waiting for her to fuck you senseless in that perfect way that she always did. After sitting there for a moment and simply having that hardness filling you up, your pussy leaking freely around the girth of her cock (surely smearing your wetness all over the seam of her pants where her cock was poking out through) - you pouted loudly and gently bucked into her. 

Emily’s smirk only widened, and she looked ever more like the Cheshire cat. Greedy and satisfied as she leaned back in her chair, relaxing into a comfortable stance with her elbows casually resting on the large arms of the chair. She poised the nail of her first finger up to her lips, holding it tentatively between her teeth as she continued to look at you expectantly. 

“Oh, did you want my help?” She asked, pretending to be completely oblivious of your needs. 

“Yes.” You moaned out. 

Your whole body unconsciously flinched toward her, causing you to move only slightly on her cock, a deeply unfulfilling feeling. It was a harshly nagging fullness with no pay off that begged for more. 

“Yes, please, Mommy!” You added on desperately, tears clutching at the corners of your eyes. 

“Do it yourself.” She told you, her tone entirely domineering but not lifting a single decibel higher than it had to. 

She commanded the attention of your entire body and soul with such simple movements, such a calm voice. It was something that had you clenching around her fake cock and moaning deep inside your chest. 

Emily grinned at you and continued on. 

“Come on, babydoll.” She told you sweetly. “If you need it so badly, you’ll fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl.” 

Of course, you couldn’t resist such gentle dominance. You couldn’t go against her orders. 

You reached your hands out and with a subtle nod from her, you knew it was okay to grip onto the lapels of her suit jacket for support. Then, with your knees planted on either side of her thighs in the chair, you began to fuck yourself on her cock. 

After the exhaustion of the day, your body wasn’t prepared for the effort. Your hips soon started shaking and Emily watched in utter amusement as you started whining bitterly after only fucking yourself on her cock half a dozen times. She held back a delighted giggle, not wanting to mock you quite yet. She wanted to see how far you could get. 

You couldn’t keep the pace - if you were honest with yourself, you had barely even started to reach your desired pace from a lazy crawl. The more you felt jolts of pain shooting through your muscles, pure burning tiredness, the more your sounds turned into petulant whines and the tighter you gripped onto Emily’s suit jacket (wrinkling it quite a bit now). 

When you were finally reduced down to mildly humping yourself against her, grinding your hips against hers in slow, lazy strokes, Emily let out a quiet chuckle - a mocking sound that cut right through you (causing your gut to twist with pleasure). 

“You having some trouble there, doll?” Emily asked, once again putting on a tone that was playfully ignorant toward your obvious problems. 

“I - I can’t do it.” You whined out, feeling tears of frustration bubbling up in your throat. “Mommy, help me.” 

“Oh, you can’t do it?” She cooed, clearly teasing you now. “You need Mommy’s help?” 

You nodded furiously at this. 

She leaned forward and hooked a finger into your collar, yanking on it suddenly in a way that made you moan as your torso was forced to collide with hers and the thickness of her cock jostled inside of you. 

“Mommy-!” You gasped, panting against her chin now as she held you there, trapped you in tight proximity to her. 

She didn’t let you get any more words out. 

“You’re such a pathetic slut.” She scolded you harshly. 

You moaned out loudly as she held you close, keeping that one hand with a finger tucked into your collar, holding you tight to her in a way that caused an even, grounding pressure across your neck. She used the other to dig her nails into the meat of your hip, partially fucking you up and down on her cock as she words her hips into you from below. 

With her feet planted firmly on the ground, she had the perfect angle to fuck your needy pussy. 

In a moment, she had built up a harsh, but slow pace that had you aching and moaning for more. She forced you to stare her in the eyes the whole time, keeping her burning charcoal gaze on yours as she held you there, the tightness of the leather around your neck and the stiffness of her length pushing up inside of you reminding you exactly where you belonged. 

“You can’t even fuck yourself on Mommy’s cock, huh?” 

She teased, her voice becomingly slightly breathless from her efforts. It was just another thing that made you wetter - hearing her sex-worn voice, still somehow composed. 

“You need me to do everything for you, don’t you, babydoll? Need me to make all your decisions for you. Need me to do all the thinking so that your dumb little brain doesn’t even have to try.” 

Her words had your pussy fluttering around her cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of the plastic because your body needed her so badly. But that was one of the best parts - because she couldn’t feel her cock, she could fuck you for hours without the curse of overstimulation that you felt. Just another reason that she could be so composed while you fell apart. 

“Yes!” You moaned out. “Yes, Mommy!” 

“Stupid slut.” She spat the words against your lips, causing you to moan out in an utterly whorish way as she fucked into you harder. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being Mommy’s dumb slut. You love Mommy filling up your needy holes, don’t you?” 

Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[restinslices]

If requests are open how abt teens lin kuei brothers x brat male reader? (Also teen)

I tried my best but I’m actually so bad at writing dom characters, it’s insane. After Bi-Han, my brain shut off. If this was a paid service, you’d need a refund gang. You said teens but I kept them as adults cause although ik minors engage in those activities aswell, I’m an adult soooooo😃

Bi-Han

Some people are probably expecting me to say some wild shit like he's the worst, he doesn't respect boundaries, he's always angry at you, doesn't listen to the safe word, ect ect. 

I don't think that's true 

Am I saying he's all soft and squishy? No. But Bi-Han is not a terrible dom. 

Bi-Han is a perfectionist so any precautions beforehand are definitely gonna be dealt with. What he wants outta this, what you want, limits, ect. 

Onto dealing with a brat though, we already know Bi-Han has a short temper so any bratty behavior would noticeably annoy him 

Smth that would guarantee a punishment would be acting out in front of other Lin Kuei or just in public. It'd be discreet enough that no one would really notice what's going on, but obvious enough that he'd know you're being a brat on purpose 

Questioning certain orders, doing things extremely slow, talking over him, the list could go on. Being bratty around people especially when he's supposed to be “professional” is the quickest way to get a punishment 

I kinda see it as a storm. You know it's coming, you see the signs, but when it happens you still go “dammit. I can't believe it's raining like this”

Does he warn you? Yes. But he only does it once. If you keep going, he mentally writes it all down 

Now Bi-Han doesn't strike me as someone who particularly likes physical touch all the time but punishments don't have to be the typical spanking or harsh fucking. He can be more creative 

I feel like he enjoys punishments that have to do with humiliation. There's so much control in telling you to do something and you just follow it. 

Very much a “ride my boot” type of guy 

The type to make you orgasm over and over again and you don't stop until he's satisfied (obviously keeping your safety and what you can take in mind though)

Takes bratty behavior seriously. He's not making funny little jokes or nothing of the sort. He's putting you in your place 

His punishments would linger. For example he'd tell you to tell him whenever you got horny and why for like, a solid week. This seems small but if you get hormonal easily, you're going up to him a lot and he's shaming you everytime. 

His arms? You're that easy? How could you even survive without him?

The best part of this is you don't have to tell him any of this. Realistically you could ignore this or not tell him every time you're hormonal, and he makes sure to taunt you and remind you of this. 

Humiliation punishments are his go to

Rewards would probably be allowing you a bit of control, like picking any toys you'll use or letting you pick the scene 

A brat would probably fit him well cause he gets to constantly put you in your place, which can be a good way to relax for him 

Kuai Liang

Is also very organized. So organized I think he'd have a secret way to tell you he's actually not in the mood or too busy for you. 

“Go take a walk” means “not right now” 

Bratty behaviors that would bother him the most I think would be doing dumb shit. Like, below average IQ type of things. 

It bothers him because you're not stupid so stop acting stupid. If he says do A, don't do B

But it's fine. You wanna play stupid? He can do that. 

I know I said Bi-Han’s punishments sometimes linger but it really ain't got shit on Kuai Liang’s

If you wanna act like you don't understand basic orders because you wanna act out, then he's gonna act like he doesn't understand anything you want. 

You say “I need you” but he goes to do something else. What's the problem? Clearly you were saying you needed him to do laundry that day. 

You say “touch me” but he touches you everywhere except where you really need him 

You could say something as clear as “please make me cum” and he'd bring you close, but would stop. Why are you upset? You didn't say what day to make you cum. You'll do it later. 

Every single request you have for him turns into something you didn't want and he watches with satisfaction as it slowly drives you insane. 

And doing other bratty behaviors to try and get a response outta him doesn't work because the more bratty you act, the longer he's gonna keep this up. He has the patience to do this too. 

This won't stop until you're on your knees begging like a madman for him to do anything to make you feel good and promising you'll behave from now on. 

And even then he's not satisfied. You have to actually show you're gonna start behaving. He won't actually give you what you want until you behave for at least a week or two straight. No problems. No complaining. No issues. 

You both know you'll act out again but for a good chunk of time, he's enjoying his peace 

Tomas Vrbada

I honestly cannot imagine this man as a dom but for you, I will try 

Tomas is a nice guy and this nice guy shit is how the problem would start 

Taunts would be the way to get to him. So when you say “can't you do better or are you too soft?” it gets to him 

Tomas’ version of punishment would be doing nothing at all. 

He's too soft? Ok. That means he's too soft to touch you, to whisper any dirty things, to tease you, ect. 

Kuai Liang is interacting with you but is doing the exact opposite, Tomas is straight up refusing to do anything. 

You can try to seduce him all you want, you're getting a smart ass “we can't do that. I'm too soft for all of that”

Legit becomes the biggest prude when it comes to doing anything with you. Has no problem touching himself and telling you you can't touch cause he “couldn't handle it”

He takes taunts literal. “I could fuck myself better”, ok then he won't touch you at all for awhile. You got it. “You could do better”, you are completely right. As a matter fact, how about he practice on himself or using a toy and making you watch. Ya know, just to have a third party to inform him if he's doing well. 

Just a real petty bitch in a cute package. 

Probably needs the most breaks when it comes to a brat though cause sometimes he's fr not tryna hear that shit and just needs someone to be there. Which is fine. 

I also imagine he’s possibly new to being a dom so this whole thing is trying shit out. He’s willing to experiment with different kind of punishments, rewards, schedules, all that shit.

When dealing with a brat Bi-Han is strict, Kuai Liang is patience and pettiness wrapped in one and Tomas is just petty 

Looking back there’s no mention of male anatomy and it’s so short. Idk why dom characters make my brain short circuit. We will attempt dom characters at a later date but for now, this is all I got.

[highwaytcheaven]

Random 2am thoughts except it’s just Lucifer brainrot.

Thinking about what he would be like after doing the deed? Smashing? Getting railed? I hope you get what I mean.

I have heard that some doms don’t give the basic aftercare to their sub, especially after an intense session which is such a red flag.

So here’s my take on what Lucifer would do!

He would switch from being dominant and menacing to soft and gentle in a heartbeat.

If he had his partner restrained in some way, he would gently untie them and massage/rub the area where the bindings were.

He’s not just going to leave you to clean yourself up.

Be prepared to be pampered to death.

If there was an intense scene, he would use a really soothing voice to reassure his partner and to check that they were okay.

Doesn’t care if you can walk, he will carry you to the bathroom.

Will definitely run you a bath with your favourite bath salts.

He would find a way to make it really bubbly.

Will happily wash your hair and massage your back alongside other areas.

Depending on the time of day, he would definitely grab your favourite snack and drink.

If you need to take any medication, he’ll already have it in his hand with a glass of water.

Kisses you at every given moment.

Not intimate kisses but more like forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek.

Would be very soft spoken as he whispers appraisal and words of encouragement.

Is literally the opposite of him outside the bedroom.

Lets you wear any of his shirts to sleep in.

Will cuddle you to his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair.

He knows you can’t listen to cursed records so he’ll probably have some classical music playing from his phone as background noise.

Definitely has his door locked and enchanted so his brothers don’t barge in to take you away from him.

Loves to reassure you that he loves you and that he had fun during the scene.

Will kiss every inch of your body and will take his time with it.

[mommyashtoreth]

what are your most hated popular aziraphale and crowley mischaracterizations

GREAT question I fucking love complaining

Not to sound contradictory right off the bat but for Az it's both like. "Aziraphale is mean" and "Aziraphale is SO cartoonishly nice that he can't even fathom of anything that could be construed by anyone as being somehow 'bad'", because I think both are really fundamental misunderstandings of Aziraphale as a dramatic character for the former and as a comedic character for the latter. "Aziraphale is mean" seems to be based entirely on the ending of s2 and I've certainly said my piece about that already, but to summarize I think it's a bad reading of that scene and I find "actually Aziraphale is manipulative and mean and Crowley is 100000% always in the right and never did anything wrong ever" to make for a much more boring story than what we've actually got. On the other hand, boomeranging right into the other direction and making Aziraphale way too nice is ALSO something I find boring, but in a more standard "fandom flanderization" type of way. Like, I'm sure you've seen something where Aziraphale is so nice and good and pure and soft and sweet and smol cinnamon roll needs protection that he passes out whenever someone says the word "penis." And I find that boring! It's a bad way to engage with his joke. Aziraphale IS nice, genuinely, and he's good to people and helps people and loves humanity, but also like, he's smug and he lies and he says guns lend weight to a moral argument and is kind of a cunt in ways people don't give him credit for. And that's good! That's awesome. He's really really really funny and I obviously really really like him. Basically I wish people knew how to balance "Aziraphale is nice" and "Aziraphale is a bitch" bc both are true and it's a fine-tuned craft managing to depict both at once

Crowley is harder to pin down... idk I just Also find a lot of fandom Crowley very boring in very similar ways, either stripping him down (God I wish) to form one half of a very basic very boring Good Guy Vs. Bad Guy dynamic, or making him this like Sexy Domineering Alpha Male Daddy Dom type that I find very boring. Not that I think Crowley can never be sexy or domineering, my url is literally, yknow, that, but I think all his "evilness" has an almost playful nature to it where like you know he's having fun with it, OR I like when it feels like he's doing it as a job. like Oh, fuck, have to make the quota today. Gotta go cause a pileup. I think people generally tend to make Crowley either too serious or too nice, and he IS nice, there's a guarded softness in like both renditions of the character that IS very important, but he's still Also kind of a bitch! And that's fun! Idk people always make "sin" out to be some huge thing like "Crowley has to literally murder a child" which makes for good conflict, but there's also little stuff that he's a) good at and b) likes doing, like causing traffic jams and moving construction poles around and just like, generally annoying people and I think that's really really funny. I read a fic once where she would order pizza for delivery to other people's houses, and I'm still workshopping mine where she, like, convinces this rich guy to invest in a bad industry so when his stocks plummet he'll be insufferable to be around (also bc greed is a sin. There are sins besides lust! Animals), and that's fun! And honestly Crowley's fun even when he's down in the dumps, he's funny when he gets annoyed with Aziraphale or when he gets angry at Gabriel or whatever. I wish people tapped into that more! Idk I also clearly like Crowley a lot I think we could hang out I could grab a beer with him and play Bowie and Brian Eno on the jukebox, and a lot of fandom Crowley does not feel like somebody I could grab a beer with. Let him loosen up! Misery is fun to write but all work and no play makes Tony a dull boy

[thecouchshifter]

Hazbin Hotel NSFT HCs

Husker

He’s a service top and probably the biggest on checking boundaries and aftercare, like more than Charlie and Vaggie. His biggest priority is making sure whoever he’s with has a good and safe time. He’s got experience and he knows how to make anyone feel good. Also whenever someone calls him a manlet he will remind them that height doesn’t matter when you’ve got them on their knees anyway.

Charlie and Vaggie

Put them as a duo because who else are they boning? As a general note, they’re both switches and Charlie is the more experienced one of the two, though mostly with men. They’re generally pretty vanilla but have some light kinks and sometimes do some roleplay.

Vaggie loves a good strap, pulling Charlie’s hair, and biting when topping/domming and has a fucking insane praise kink when bottoming/subbing. Also likes the fact Charlie is taller than her in both (shadow of the colossus type shit or being absolutely towered over). Uses princess or doll to refer to Charlie while domming and generally uses ma’am or my queen while subbing.

Charlie is super soft and romantic when topping/domming and absolutely has to touch and kiss everywhere. When subbing/bottoming, she likes some soft under the bed restraints, maybe a blindfold every once in a while, and has a bit of a mommy kink. Either way she likes setting the scene with some candles and flower petals because she’s extra like that. Has a big praise kink too that goes both ways. Uses sweetheart and more recently little angel when domming to refer to Vaggie and when subbing pretty much exclusively uses mommy. Has one very pretty old school lingerie set that she will whip out when she really wants to impress Vaggie.

Nifty

There’s no polite way to say it, she’s a fucking freak. Doesn’t matter how you do it she’s gonna do some crazy shit to you or ask you to do some crazy shit to her. Crazy on masochism and sadism in particular. 90% of the bad boys she plays with get scared after the first time and she quickly loses interest after that. Such is the way of Nifty.

Sir Pentious

He prefers romance to sex but if it helps him bond with a partner he’ll do it. Sadly, nobody has actually stayed with him past the first date before. He’s a hopeless romantic but hopes one day he’ll find someone who loves him for him. If he did bone, he’d be really awkward about it and not really know what he was doing but inconceivably keep falling upward and in the end do a really good job. After the fact he’d need a solid 20 minutes to recover while just laying there in shock before thanking his partner profusely.

Cherri Bomb

She has fucked a lot of ways and is generally open to trying anything. Has a few utterly bizarre kinks and fetishes. Not even particularly disturbing just very oddly specific. Like fleshlight between the legs while a replica dildo of her partner’s dick fucks her and their real dick fucks the fleshlight type strange.

Angel Dust

I mean sure he’s down for pretty much anything but slow, romantic, vanilla sex is his fucking kryptonite. He doesn’t get it in the studio or god forbid with Val, so when he does he’s surprised for a minute before he gets completely lost in his partner’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong he loves kinky shit, especially bondage, but getting back to basics is such a treat for him. Very into body worship for a similar reason. Boy just wants to feel loved. Has a set of lingerie for every occasion

Alastor

“Ha! No.”

Vox likes to think of him as a massive sub tho.

Lucifer

He’s a switch that will absolutely commit to the bit if he’s doing any kind of roleplay or D/S stuff. This man is a grade A actor to the point where Lilith was worried on several occasions as to if he was possessed. He has had millennia to perfect his technique and you will find no soul in hell bar maybe Asmodeus who knows how to use all the tools at his disposal better than him. Has a bit of a ringmaster/circus fantasy and has referred to Lilith as his little acrobat multiple times. Lilith also gets a bit worried when Lucifer is horny because it usually means he hasn’t taken his depression meds. Calls Lilith goddess a lot too.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Good morning everyone. I haven't written smut since the last time I wrote smut so it's time for

✨ Goldenheart NSFW Kink Headcanons✨

For both versions. 🌶️Spicy🌶️ content beneath the cut (obviously)

Movie

First we have the obvious: praise, competency, body worship, it's basically canon at this point.

I also think they'd be very into roleplay. It helps them to escape their situation and enjoy each other in New Ways for a bit. Before the events of the movie, they would roleplay that Bal was a Knight and Ambrosius was a commoner, or that one of them was a villain, or any from a myriad of stranger meet-cute roleplays (they are both switches). Post-canon I think they'd work in a hero/villain roleplay to process some of their issues.

Heavy possessiveness kink from Bal. He wants to be marked up, he wants to be owned, he wants to remember constantly that he belongs with his man who makes him feel so loved and safe. Ambrosius is naturally a pretty respectful guy but upon receiving permission to be stupid possessive it comes easily to him (he wants nobody else to touch his man ever at all and he wants EVERYONE to know Ballister is his)

I think these two would also be into experimenting with some light BDSM stuff, like light bondage, teasing, edging, etc. They already explore power imbalance stuff in their roleplays so I think this just adds to it. While they are both switches Ambrosius Doms more often, especially post-canon because surrendering himself to Ambrosius really helps Bal build trust. Bal can certainly go freak-mode though, Ambrosius really likes getting his hips bruised from being gripped so hard by a metal hand while he's being railed. The hand-shaped purple mark on his skin is a sexy reminder of their activities.

Comic

Kinky kinky kinky motherfuckers these ones. As we know. Ballister always Doms, but he doesn't always top (it's rare for him to bottom, but he does ride on occasion, since Amb lacks lower body strength and mobility due to injury)

I think they'd be into a lot of BDSM practices. Nothing 24/7, just scenes, but I cannot imagine they wouldn't. Heavier bondage, chains, ropes, suspension, etc., it's fun for both of them when Ambrosius can't move beyond squirming. Degradation I can see being their biggest kink-- Ambrosius wants Ballister to be fucking mean to him. Call him pathetic, stupid, a slut, a fleshlight, a sex toy, fucking anything. Ambrosius doesn't know why but it gets him so riled up (it's because he felt pressured to be perfect his whole adult life and being broken down releases that pressure.) He wouldn't be into insults of his appearance though, bc he's insecure about it, and Ballister also could never call him ugly with a straight face even if he wanted because he is just way too smitten. In addition to that as far as BDSM goes I think they'd be into discipline/impact play. I can see spanking Ambrosius to be very cathartic for Ballister, and also very fun for Ambrosius.

Outside of typical BDSM shit I imagine that this Ballister also has a praise kink but is in Big Denial about it. He thinks that because he doesn't like being called a "good boy" he doesn't have one. He is not correct. Ambrosius has a praise kink too, on top of his degradation kink, but that's what comes out during vanilla sex.

Ballister is also a huge salirophiliac, he likes fucking Amb's appearance up, ripping the clothes off his body, messing up his hair, getting cum all over his face and body, he just wants to turn his prim and proper little dandy into an absolute fucking mess.

Lastly I think these two (particularly Amb) would be super into cockwarming, it's like cuddling x1000 intimacy and he loves having Bal inside of him. This ranges anywhere from incredibly intimate, quiet, soft cuddles where Ambrosius is in tears from how loved and safe he feels being filled and in those arms, to cheeky teasing exercises where one or both of them will try to get the other as desperate and whiny as possible until they cave and just have sex.

And both sets of gentlemen are of course incredibly good at aftercare and make each other feel safe, loved, and regulated after any kinky or intense sex 💛

[det-loki]

nsfw alphabet for bill!! 🫶🏻

a/n: am I the first time write for bill? either way, I'm honored. I'm a veteran reader of smut but not at writing it. so, proceed with caution. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! (this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind, but some aspects are feminine leaning)

A = (aftercare)

Bill is the best at aftercare. will clean you up without batting an eye, get you a drink/snack if you want it, all the cuddles. so tender

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself, it's his hands. they're steady, strong and capable. and he knows you love them too, which adds to his own love. he'll run his fingers up and down your arm in small patterns, hold your face when you kiss. how they feel inside you, long and thick, hitting every spot that makes you see stars. or how they look cupping and grabbing your breasts.

his favorite body part on you is your thighs. how they look when you straddle him, how secure and soft. his rough hands sliding up and down the soft skin of your thighs is heaven

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically...I'm a disgusting person)

It's not so much as to where will he come, he doesn't care, whatever you want. But it's what he won't do, he will not cum on your face. he doesn't like how degrading it feels. but he secretly very much loves to watch it drip out of you, pushing it back in with his fingers. it can't go to waste.

(use protection! be safe!)

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

bill is a selfish man. sometimes. he gets off on your orgasms, seeing you cum over and over because of him. he likes that he get bring you to those heights and that you trust him enough to let go like that. he challenges himself to see how many times he can make you cum in a row

also. he likes to be choked. he likes giving you that power, feeling smaller as your hands wrap around his throat.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

well versed. knows what he likes, knows what he doesn't. he hasn't had a ton of partners but knows enough, and what he doesn't, he learns quickly. very observant on what makes you tick

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. boring for some, but for bill, nothing beats it. loves being pressed against you, chest to chest as his strong arms cage you in, your nails scraping down his back.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous, etc)

he has absolutely no problem keeping the moment light, fun and airy. so much of his life is clouded in serious gray and he wants your intimate life to be carefree and easy. he'll call out your eagerness with a laugh, poke fun at the blush across your cheeks as he makes you cum again and again

H = hair (how well groomed are they)

we've all seen his hair, and as president of Bill's mullet club, he keeps it neat and tidy but don't expect anything spectacular. hair on the body is natural, he maintains it, no more thought than that.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

so attetentive, sweet, caring and passionate. serious yet goofy, delicate always. holds you like you're fine china, looks at you like you're the only person in the world. he holds your hand, grabs at your thighs and breasts, clutches your face as he kisses you breathless

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not really. when he was younger, yes. but now he doesn't feel like he needs to or really wants to. for him intimacy exists in a thousand ways, not just sex. and it's all for you. he'd wait for you forever.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

pleasure dom. doesn't exactly fall into dom/sub for him but gets off on giving you pleasure. he'll having you coming over and over while he whispers words of encouragement in your ear, his steady hands holding your trembling one's. and, if you wanted to let go and go into a submissive scene, he'd be honored. giving you the space to feel that comfortable and free is another layer of pleasure for him, so he's all about it.

L= location (favorite places to do the deed)

typically you two are on the road, or it at least it seems that way. motel rooms aren't exactly the ideal place but he's there and you're there. there's a bed. it's safe. he's also not against doing it in the car he stole from his uncle. as long as you both are comfortable, it doesn't really matter a whole lot to him.

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

he loves seeing you so comfortable and relaxed around him. how your body is just your body and not something you feel needs to be a certain way to impress him or anyone else. and the same for him, he feels so open and comfortable with you, no expectations. you just exist with one another. letting go with one another gets him going the most, being free

N = NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

he is not into degradation. will not hit or choke you. even if it was something you were into, it's a boundary he won't cross. he understands and respects you and what you like and would never look down on your for it, but it's not his thing. he's seen so much violence and he spends so much time distancing himself from it that he just couldn't do it.

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

he will spend hours between your legs if you let him. he's messy, enthusiastic and nasty with it. a god, in more ways than one

honestly is pretty neutral on receiving. he's into it if you want to but doesn't really care at that much. he's a giver.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

steady, deep hard thrusts. movement with a purpose, the purpose solely to make you feel good.

Q = quickie (their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Not into quickies. he wants to take his time with you. take you apart in more ways than one, watch you fall apart because of him. bask in his pleasure and yours. so much against quickies that he will go on rants about them, how they are disrespectful and useless. you just let him ramble, you like the glimmer in his eye. and you know that this rambling passion will turn into him with his lips on your neck as his hands trail down your skin, just to prove his point that taking your time is better. even if it drives you crazy with the way he teases

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

is down to experiment if you are, not exactly a risk taker but is bold in his dirty talk. his words alone could make you fall apart and he knows it

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long?)

multiple rounds, breaks in between. and sometimes the in between is his favorite, everything is fuzzy and hazy and warm. and then he's on you again, ready to go

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

doesn't own toys himself but absolutely not against him. they're aids, not enemies. wicked with a vibrator, loves holding it agaisnt you until you're whining that it's too much, clutching at him as he laughs and let's you breathe until he's pushing back into you, vibrator forgotten.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a pro at teasing. it drives you insane, in and out of the bedroom. whispered promises in your ear, a hand trailing further up your thigh as he drives, dragging out your orgasms all through the night.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

as previously mentioned, dirty mouth. but he moans so deep and pretty. you know he's far gone when he stops talking and is just moaning, whining and groaning beneath you. so vocal.

W = wildcard

loves sex in the bathtub. starts innocent, 'we're saving water' or 'I'm just helping you shower/wash your hair' and then his hands drop lower, he's looking at you with that looks in his eye, breathing heavier until you're holding onto the tub for dear life as he works you to the edge

X = x-ray

a decent 7 inches, lean and long

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

he isn't insatiable, nor is it the only thing on his mind. but he lives and breathes for you. any chance he can show you his devotion to your pleasure and his, he will.

Z = ZZZ

he falls asleep before you do but aftercare first. refuses to do anything until he knows you're comfortable and taken care of. only then will he fall asleep. the weight of you on his chest lulls him to sleep, while you linger awake, tracing patterns on his skin

[endofradio]

NSFW HEADCANONS: HERR KÖNIG (CUCKOO)

honorable mention tags go to @trelaney @lokidoki9 @not-alesha and @hesawifebeaterdanusethegun 😋

likes comments and reblogs appreciated 🙏 trying to carry this fandom on my shoulders fr fr. also it’s crazy how people keep sleeping on könig like Hellooooo he deserves the same amount of attention longlegs is getting if not more /lh

PRAISE KINK!!!

Breeding kink but I feel like this is extremely obvious.

He’d be obsessed with the idea of you having his children. 💀 Okay buddy. Probably would go the artificial-insemination-via-cuckoo route. But normal pregnancy would be nice.

Sex on a frequent basis even when you’ve conceived until he knows for sure you’re pregnant. Gotta make sure, right? 🤷

Hoooolllyyyy shit. German dirty talk. Or just. German pillow talk. Speaking in German in general. German pet names etc etc. Bonus points if the reader, OC whatever isn’t fluent in German. He’d use that to his advantage.

Basically in other words: voice kink.

Yeah this guy has a lot of kinks.

There’s this one post I saw that went something like “eating you out while you’re ovulating so I can taste you at every stage of your biology” and like. Yeah that’s könig to a T.

His eating out game goes crazy.

Bit of a choking kink??? Maybe???

He’s got big hands and he’s going to use those to his advantage. Especially if reader/OC is shorter and smaller than him. Teehee.

Totally hasn’t memorized reader/OC’s cycle so he knows when they’re ovulating. Totallyyyy. Anyways.

Major claiming kink. His devotion is intense and not pretty. He needs you to remember that you’re his like it’s common knowledge. Something you don’t even need to think about it’s just something you Know. Wants you to smell like him. Hickies on your skin. You see what I’m getting at.

Mirror sex if he’s feeling particularly spicy.

Bit of a degradation kink. In German too.

Huehehehrhehhehe. Car sex.

He’s a power play kind of guy also because he’s emotionally stupid as hell. Not fond of being vulnerable. So he likes to fuck with his clothes on while you’re naked. Obsessed with that sense of power.

And he sure as hell loves giving commands. Telling you to get on your knees. Telling you to take your clothes off.

He’d like to watch you touch yourself. Haven’t done it before? It’s fine, he’ll… teach you.

If the orgasm is that good he might bite down on your neck a bit. Maybe so hard that a little blood is drawn.

Call him Leonard DiCaprio with the way he probably has a thing for 20-something-year- olds. Bro is the sugar daddy who keeps showing up in your dms. (I need to kill myself.)

Likes his dick getting sucked. Makes you swallow that shit too. Holds you down. Admires you when you pull away and your face is a mess.

Corruption kink. If you’re a virgin he’s going to be having a field day with that.

Overstimulation kink need I say more

Orgasm denial! Need I say more

He’s also a god at fingering.

Makes you lick your mess off his fingers afterwards. Or perhaps he’d do it himself. Savoring the taste.

Say his name during sex and he’s a goner.

Snarling/growling. Swearing.

For a man his age he’s got stamina. No need for Viagra. (I need to stop.)

Hear me out. soft dom könig.

Though he can definitely be a little more aggressive if/when he wants to be.

Favorite body part has to be tits. Not really picky though.

Very serious during sex.

Also a huge tease.

BODY WORSHIP!!! Adoring every single inch of you. No need to be shy with him. You’re insecure? Not to worry.

When he has the patience for foreplay he’s a god at it.

Once he’s comfortable enough to be vulnerable he’d make the most exquisite toe-curling love to you.

While aftercare isn’t something he normally does, he’s capable of it if he tries. And it’s nice. Bathing you washing your hair (now I’m picturing that scene from Secretary lmfao). Also the idea of him holding you and quietly shushing you while you’re overwhelmed and trembling.

The guy’s got a thing for pet names in general. Especially “my angel” and its variations.

He’d never admit it but his “dark” secret is that he’s actually needy as hell. What childhood trauma and overall lack of love does to a mf. If you’re affectionate with him during sex then he’s a goner.

[safetycar-restart]

I love the idea of Oscar being so stoic and reserved all of the time until he meets you and it takes some time but eventually you get to see the soft squishy sunshine parts of Oscar as he gets more comfortable with you

I love this. And I hope you don’t mind me adding the d/s au do this because I just can’t stop imagining this there.

So in the d/a au, we said that Lando would keep you from Oscar as much as he could, because he didn’t want to lose his Dom. He’d refuse to scene with Oscar, take up as much of your time as he could and kick up a fuss whenever you had to scene with Oscar.

The result was Oscar feeling so sad and so alone. It only comes to an end when Lando realises how much he’s hurt Oscar and apologises, promising to never do that again.

Things get way better after that, cause you’re able to give Oscar as much time as Lando. You do more than just scene with Oscar, offering to take him to breakfasts and letting him spend the night and allowing him to request cuddles and kisses whenever he needs them. Basically just giving him all the things that Lando can do.

Oscar is still pretty reserved, keeping to himself and never really revealing much. Part of Oscar still expects you to one day turn around and decide he doesn’t get to have all these special privileges anymore and things would go back to how they were before. You’d never do that of course, but for Oscar it seems a very real threat.

And so because of this, Oscar keeps a side of himself hidden because he’s too scared to show you that and then have you go back to doing the bare minimum.

Because Oscar has this whole other side to him that’s soft and sweet and so loving. The truth is that he wants to be softest of little subs, cuddling up to his Dom in a baby pink sweater and stuffies, getting kisses and cuddles and praise for every little thing, being a giggly, mindless little subby baby for his Dom.

And he’s so scared to show you that, because he knows he won’t be able to hold back once he does.

You once offered to get him a stuffy for aftercare, because Lando has one and you thought he might like it too, and he very nearly burst into tears. Because YES. YES HE WANTS ONE!!

Slowly but surely you start to see the softer, sweeter side of Oscar. It shows first during aftercare, when he randomly starts giggling and clinging to you. You just let him, holding him close and kissing the top of his head and enjoying his happiness.

Then one day he brings you a cup of coffee. He didn’t get one himself. He got one just for you, because he knew you hadn’t any coffee yet today.

When you thanked him and called him a good boy, he squeaked and blushed bright red, and was in such a good mood for the rest of the day.

Just… he’s actually such a sweetie he just needs some time to show it.

[verbenaa]

for the fic asks: 2, 19, 29, 37, 40, 47, 57, 59! 🫂❤️

ahhhh tysm my friend 🥹🫂💕

(answering from this set of questions here)

2. do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go? I already answered this question here, but the short answer is both, haha 😅. I am a very chaotic writer.

I will say though, the farther I get into writing to eden, the more I have planned for each chapter moving forward. In the beginning I had very little plans for the story and more of a vague idea, which gave me a lot of room to figure out exactly what I wanted to story to be and now I have a much clearer trajectory of where I am taking things. But even knowing that, I still technically only have a basic outline set up for the next 5 chapters or so (which puts us post-confession near the end of act 2)! Once I post the confession chapter, I definitely need to sit down and think about how to move towards act 3 for sure (though I've definitely already been thinking about it in my mind) 😅🫡

19. what is the most used tag on your ao3? I think it is a 3-way tie between 'Porn with Feelings', 'Soft Dom Astarion', and 'PWP' hahaha

29. what's your revision or editing process like? absolute chaos. Every chapter and fic is different during editing, of course, but I am very much NOT an organized person in any facet of my existence, and this extends to editing✨. I do a lot of rereads, change wording around, change it back, etc. The one thing I do in every WIP though is use the color red to designate something that needs attention, so it serves as a clear visual marker of 'hey something about this word/phrase/paragraph is off and needs a little more TLC'. I also utilize this while writing as a way to say ‘I like this idea but the English is not flowing and I can’t find the exact words’ so I can know to go back to that concept and flesh it out when the English DOES decide to flow again. I also like doing this because it means when I'm done editing, I get to see a word doc without ANY red which is a great feeling!

37. how do you choose where to end a chapter? straight vibes 😎. but honestly I never really know if I'm ending on the right thing, I just attempt to close stuff where it feels like a natural conclusion--like someone leaves, someone has a thought that ends, and so on so forth. (there's lots of leaving tents in to eden, ok? it's a thing.)

40. if someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? ooooooh certainly something from to eden, but I have no idea what scene? I think I'd be happy with any of them, honestly.

47. how many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? a million? a billion? it's an infinite number. all I know is that once my eyes start to cross and my head gets fuzzy when I'm reading over it and any obvious mistakes are gone, it's probably time to post.

57. do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it's finished? Either, really! I edit when I am having a not-so-great writing day typically so I can feel like I am at least achieving something! But in general, the bulk of my editing does happen at the end. But really it’s whatever suites my brain at that moment.

59. does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? If not, would you tell anyone? Aside from my husband, no! Family members know that I do write though, but I just tell them I am "writing fantasy stories for fun", which seems to appease them. I would probably tell someone I felt close to that UNDERSTOOD it, but I don't actually know anyone IRL who writes/reads fanfic believe it or not.