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[20-th-centurygirl]

nsfw alphabet

jude bellingham x reader

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

king of aftercare idc what anyone says. i think he loves showering with you in general bc it's soo intimate to him so he's always showering with you and helping you wash your hair :( he's also super touchy at the best of times but especially after sex he literally cannot take his hands off you.

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

cannot decide if he's an ass or boobs man i think he's abit of both tbh. he loves resting his hands on your waist literally all the time. loves your thighs! always has a hand resting on your thigh when you're sitting down and loves leaving little bite marks and hickies on them 🤭 i also think he loves a lil belly pouch? idk how to explain it but i just think he absolutely adores a girl with curves.

on him i think his arms or thighs. he goes feral when he catches you staring at his biceps and always flexes them cause he knows it has you drooling. loves his thighs cause he knows how much you love riding them 😁😁

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

loves finishing in you. it just feels so intimate to him that you both trust eachother enough and it makes him feel so much closer to you.also loves finishing on your boobs or stomach then scooping his cum up with his fingers and making you lick it off 😋😋

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

he loves middle of the night sex. it's always so much more intense and intimate and jude's always a little whinier

i also feel like he secretly wants you to take control but is too worried to ask. he's so dominant in every aspect of his life and i think sometimes he just wants his girl to take care of him :(

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

he knows what he's doing but i also don't think he's super experienced? he doesn't seem the type to have loads of one night stands tbh. he's experienced but it still took him some time to figure out what was good for you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's a man so ofc he loves abit of doggy but i also think he loves missionary. as basic as it is, it makes him feel closer to you and makes the whole experience more intimate for him. he's also not gonna say no to having you on top 🤭

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

honestly i think it depends. sometimes neither of you can stop giggling for no actual reason? one of you will let out a moan then both of you just burst out laughing.

but i think he's also super serious at times because he's always so busy and he wants to make the most out of time with his girl. he wants to savour every moment with you so stays super serious.

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

i think he keeps everything neat but not nare

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

so so intimate! i think he has a filthy mouth but he can't for the life of him be any level of degrading because he feels mean (he doesn't give a fuck about how mean he is when he's teasing though 🤭) so his comments are more praise.

i think he secretly loves that super cheesy romantic music rose petals and candles sex more than he'd ever admit. he doesn't get to spend alot of time with you so when he has you all to himself and a chance to show you just how much you mean to him you best believe he's gonna take it.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

loves facetiming you to get himself off when you're away. he doesn't usually do it at home bc you're there. but the real magic is mutual masturbation bc i think he's super into that 🤭🤭 (@judeswhore 's blurb on this is 10/10 btw) loves having you next to him with one leg over his touching himself. there's just something about it that sends him into overdrive.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink!! giving and receiving jude loveeesss praise. constantly telling you that you're his good girl and how well you're doing 🫠 but he also loves receiving praise. goes feral when you call him your good boy. will literally beg you to tell him how good he feels when he's fucking you

also has a raging size kink. he's massive and loves how small you look compared to him. has a thing for fucking you infront of a mirror so he gets to see the size difference between you both.

i also think he loves a risk. he is literally up for fucking you whenever wherever even if there's a chance of you being caught. i'm talking having a quickie in your childhood bedroom while your parents/siblings are literally downstairs. tells you to be a good girl and stay quiet or he'll stop. sometimes makes you suck on his fingers so you stay quiet 🤭

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

i think he loves your bedroom the most. as basic as it is, there's no interruptions and he can completely focus on you. however he does love to tease you in public just to hear you beg him to take you home so he can finish what he started.

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

anything. literally something as simple as you putting on lip gloss or wearing something tight has his going wild.

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

anything that's gonna hurt you. i don't think he'd be into super degrading talk. like maybe a little bit but nothing too far.

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

i think he's 50/50. he loves to tease you and he knows he can do that when he's going down on you.

but i think he has a super sensitive dick 🙂 like the moment you have him in your mouth he's trying desperately not to just fall apart and cum instantly.

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

also depends. after a bad game (him and refs never get along) he's super fast and rough but super clingy and affectionate after. but otherwise he's super slow and romantic and loves taking his time with you. sometimes you literally have to beg him to be rougher with you 🤭

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

loves a quickie before he goes to training! he'll literally bend you over the kitchen worktops and make your head spin then kiss your neck, give you this really cocky smirk and tell you to be good and he'll do a proper job when he gets home.

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

yes yes yes! he's always down to try new things bc he wants to make sure you're having the best sex of your life. i think he's into risks bc he loves the thrill but he doesn't really take any public risks because the chance of you being caught is super high and he doesn't want to cause you any embarrassment

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

he runs around for 90 mins, he's got good stamina and you're usually warn out way before him " c'mon baby. you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?"

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

loves using them 🤭 i genuinely think he loves buying new ones he sees to try them out on both of you and you sometimes get new ones that you see too 🤭 just for a second imagine using a vibrator on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest tease ever. he loveeess to drag everything out and mocks you a little bit when you get overstimulated 🤭

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

loud. he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel by moaning, whining, whimpering and all that 😋

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

loves loves loves lingerie. like seeing you in pretty little matching sets literally drives him insane. he loves surprising you with new really expensive sets ( i'm talking agent provocateur stuff). he buys you some when he's away on international break and asks you to model them for him which always ends in the best phone sex ever

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

we've seen enough evidence, he's massive 🤭

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

the man is literally never satisfied. he's so completely obsessed with you and he just can't ever get enough.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won't fall asleep until he knows you're 1000% okay and comfortable. once he knows you're doing okay and relaxed then he can sleep.

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[slvtforfiction]

NSFW Alphabet

☆ Schlatt X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

A = Aftercare

(what they're like after sex)

Schlatt is caring and yet again he does try but mainly just cleans you up and then cuddled you to sleep after.

He loves taunting you about your pleasure before giving you great aftercare and showing that he does care and he meant none of the taunts and teasing.

B = Body part

(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves your hip dips,he can't explain why he just thinks there so sexy.

You love his mutton chops for obvious reasons,especially when you can feel them when he presses into you.

C = Cum

(anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves making a mess just to humiliate you before having to clean up.

You could be absolutely wrecked and he would still light heartedly degrade you and taunt you because he knows secretly you love it.

D = Dirty secret

(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's jacked off to you whilst you were in the other room with Ted.

He once got a boner from you showing him your new dresses that you bought.

E = Experience

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

He knows exactly what he's doing,he didn't when you first had sex with him because it was his first time but you showed him and he learned quickly.

F = Favorite position

(this goes without saying)

He loves simple missionary but with your legs around his shoulders because he loves getting that bit deeper to hit a part of you that makes him so close to bottoming out that your pleasure is the only thing you can be reminded of.

G = Goofy

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

He's more goofy because he doesn't want there to be a serious tension in the room because he hates it,instead he cracks jokes or makes you moan so loud he doesn't even need to say anything.

H = Hair

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

He tends to keep trimmed but rarely shaved because he knows you don't mind as much just as he doesn't mind your hair down there.

I = Intimacy

(how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very romantic during it but sometimes he can act like your just a hook up and toy before treating you with the best aftercare you will ever receive,acting as if your a princess.

J = Jack off

(masturbation headcanon)

He can be very horny so if you're not around he can sometimes send you photos of his hand wrapped around himself.

If he's not around and your horny and you for some reason tell him he will ask for videos.

K = Kink

(one or more of their kinks)

He loves praise and worship to give to you but he hates being praised because it makes him feels insecure.

He also loves to degrade you whilst praising you e.g "my pretty little slut."

He likes e-sex if he's away and can't get to you so he can still here your moans of pleasure and watch as you fuck yourself blind imagining him.

L = Location

(favourite places to do the do)

He's a simple man and prefers the bed but if that isn't possible this man will do it anywhere.

If he's horny and you are there he doesn't care where he gets off as long as it's inside of you.

He doesn't care who sees or hears you because he knows at the end of the day he loves you and will make it obvious to everyone.

M = Motivation

(what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in big v necks and especially if your in one of his jumpers and just your panties,even better if you have nothing on underneath.

N = No

(something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He refuses to do anything piss related,not that you asked,he just made it so extremely clear every time you were having sex and you feel the same.

O = Oral

(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving because he loves feeling your thighs clamp shut around his head because of how much pleasure your getting and it's all from him.

He will then tease you about it later before giving you great aftercare.

P = Pace

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

It depends on his mood,if you've been teasing him all day it's slow and sensual because he knows you need it but he wants to drag it out.

If it's angry sex after a fight etc. he fucks you into next week with no remorse and smiles as your eyes glass over from the pleasure and as your voice dies out because you've lost it from screaming.

Q = Quickie

(their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers the full experience and would prefer to tease but if your about to stream or he's about to stream he would definitely prefer a quickie and if it is a quickie he would prefer to give you head and eat you out rather than put his dick in you and the same goes for if you give him a quickie,he would prefer you to give him head.

If he does go the full mile for a quickie by sticking his dick inside of you instead then depending on who wants the quickie it would be more prioritised.

If you wanted the quickie he'd make sure you cum and get himself off a different way,and the same goes for you,if he wanted the quickie then you'd make sure he cums and then you would get yourself off a different by masturbating whilst he streams etc.

R = Risk

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

He loves risk and loves letting you know even more.

He thinks that one day if he ever gets walked in on whilst fucking you it would make great taunting material and a great way to show the person that your his and how good he makes you feel.

S = Stamina

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

This man can fuck you so far into oblivion that you've forgotten how many rounds you've done,how many times you've cum and how many times he has.

You sometimes wonder how he does it,you once asked him how he does it and he pecked your lips before whispering "Because you are so damn attractive."

T = Toys

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

They love to fuck you with multiple toys so he can play with taunting phrases (e.g "God such a slut for me." , "Is this how I make you feel baby? You eyes rolling back so far into your head you go blind?"

U = Unfair

(how much they like to tease)

They love teasing you but hate you teasing back,for example he once teased you by walking past you with all of your friends around during a video and whispering in your ear, "God I'm going to fuck you so hard later." Before landing a slap on your ass without the camera seeing,and he did in fact fuck you into oblivion that night.

But once you did reply yourself in your flustered state you whispered back to him "Yeah sure,but I'm guaranteeing that you can't make me cum." After that sentence he made you cum 10x that's night to prove that he could indeed make you cum.

V = Volume

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

He doesn't make much noise unless he's joking or releasing small grunts and obviously acknowledging the whimpers falling from your mouth with taunts,teases and degrades.

W = Wild card

(a random headcanon for the character)

He's fucked you infront of Ted before,he walked in whilst you were riding him in his chair hiding the secret fuck under your skirt that now laid across both of your exposed laps,the second Ted entered you went limp and stopped moving moving your head to his shoulder whilst schlatt kept his hands on the small of your back,both of you pulling off the lie that you were asleep in his lap whilst he still secretly stayed inside of you.

X = X-ray

(let's see what's going on under those clothes)

8 inches almost 9 when he is hard,he knows you can barely take him as it is and it makes him so horny at just the thought.

Despite the baggy T-shirts he wears etc,he's pretty buff

Y = Yearning

(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a tiny bit above average about 3-4 days a week is their usual sex drive because they are a horny guy but they also just like to have the emotional infancy of sex when they aren't being rough.

Z = Zzz

(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He definitely makes sure your both cleaned up and comfortable and then will fall asleep whether it's before you do or not.

He tried to stay awake but he can't for long,and as long as your comfortable,clean and happy his mind is at ease.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 3 Teaser

If you gave him your heart, your soul, your body- what would he do to those things? Maybe it's time to see if he can handle your love for once, and not just the other way around.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, mild Angst, fluff, slow burn but we'regetting somewhere, they have chemistry but mc has trust issues, mentions of past domestic abuse (mental), Outercourse (basically non-penetrative sex), toys, Cumplay, it's messy smh

Length: ???

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.♡

A/N: I'm busy in the kitchen come get your snack

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He's got the audacity to laugh over your shoulder, front pressed into your back, hands teasing your sides as they sneak up your loose shirt.

"Bought one that's about my size." He purrs sensually, almost like he's mocking you. But it's not malicious- playful, if anything, but not mean ok any way. "So you can call it.. practice." He explains, while you stare at the nearly clear pink dildo that's staring at you, still packaged together with other things in the black plastic bag in your lap.

"Jungkook.. when did you even buy those things?" You wonder, feeling almost scared to touch any of the things inside.

"Earlier, when you were napping." He shrugs easily, hand reaching past your body to shamelessly dump the contents of the bag on the bed, bag flying somewhere on the floor. "Anything look like an absolute no-go to you?" He asks curiously, and you look without touching.

There's an egg-shaped item there you're not too sure of what it might be. The dildo explains itself, clearly- and the other massage wand is also pretty self-explanatory. There's two bottles of lube- one pink, the other blue. A.. plug, with a pretty pink gemstone on one end of it. Leather handcuffs, with soft looking fur on the inside. Overall, nothing immediately makes you uncomfortable.

You don't know what gives you the confidence for your next comment you blurt out though.

"Dont you have any toys?" You ask him bluntly. "Like, for yourself? Or do you just.. use your partner's body for stuff?" You wonder, and he looks at you with a sharp gaze, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I wouldn't mind using your body, that's for sure." He flirts, leaning his head a bit to the side. "Why would I need toys if I've got you?" He fakes innocence as he asks that question without expecting any answer-

And for a moment, you don't give one.

But something about his flirty comment bothers you. Maybe because you hear someone else in your head again- all the men who've degraded you over the course of time.

Your ex. Your friends. Your father. You hear them laugh yet again like you're pathetic and worth nothing.

"I don't want to be used." You deny with a flat tone, and it's clear from the slight change in his eyes that he's now on high alert at your every word spoken by mouth and body language, so he can figure out what happened to change your mood like that. "I don't just want to be.. a toy you get bored off and toss away at some point just to pick it back up once you're interested again." You say, drawing a clear line.

You're not sure how he might react to this. You didn't want to make a statement like that, but you can't mask the truth. You really are scared of getting hurt at the end of this- you don't want him to just play around and then let you go.

You don't want to go. You want to stay-

You want him to want you to stay.

He says your name to gain your attention, voice low and steady, horribly gentle- and it makes your eyes sting as you realize that this is the first time a man has ever spoken in such a tone to you. He notices the way your eyes begin to gloss over- and it hurts him too, the fact that you're hurting.

"This isn't just something fun to me. I think I might not have made it clear." He says, staying away from you as to not invade your little bubble you're in,eating you have your safety. "I don't know what happened to you in the past to be so full of distrust towards anything good offered to you-" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "-but I promise you, this isn't just a game to me."

"Then what is this." You say quietly, scared. "I'm scared that we're not on the same page here and that we're walking down to entirely seperate paths." You complain pitifully with your back hunched over and head hanging low.

"That's because we are." He chuckles softly. "I'm trying to hold your hand here so we don't lose each other- but you're not holding it." Jungkook offers.

"I don't understand-" you shake your head, when as you look up again, his face is right in front of yours, eyes looking at your lips.

"Then let me help you." He hums towards you, before his lips press onto yours.

And your body freezes.

Because he's never kissed you like this before- tender, calm and without any lust in it whatsoever. In fact, your realize only now that you've never been kissed without any hidden intentions or something to gain in mind. This kiss is soft, it's no words needed, it's love confessed in physical form.

You've never been kissed like this.

Ever.

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[autistichalsin]

Hi, I hope you're doing well? I love your analysis of Halsin and I like him even more now that I understand him better.

Just recently I saw a post about Halsin degrading (?) himself when he propositions to the player and that he's happy with being just with them but he won't keep them from finding happiness with others. From what I gathered, since he's a mature wood elf, being poly is very much okay for him but I need your expertise here. Is Halsin _really_ ok with being "just" another boyfriend or does he think of himself as not worthy enough to be an "only" boyfriend?

I'm doing alright, just trying to power through this final essay for my epidemiology class! I'm glad to hear you feel like my posts make you understand him better <3333

Hm. So... I want to say this delicately because I don't want to demean those who have this interpretation, but I have noticed that this fandom has a real tendency to try to patholologicize sexual behaviors it deems outside the norm. All three of the characters who consent to polyamory with Halsin- Karlach, Shadowheart, and Astarion- have had many people trying to make it sound like they don't actually consent, and in Astarion's case, trying to link this to his trauma despite canonical evidence to the contrary. It reads like an attempt to infantilize, especially Astarion, and make it seem like anyone who consents to polyamory must have something "wrong with them" to do so; that there has to be a "reason" for polyamorous relationships, and that reason has to be that there's something "wrong" with the characters. They can't say no, they are manifesting trauma, they are afraid to be left single, they are using polyamory as a tool to commit mental/emotional self-harm. Needless to say, I really don't like this.

I like it even less with Halsin, because he is a wood elf. Polyamory is the default for his culture. Treating his social practices like they're the result of him being "broken" is really wrong, to me. Why don't we pathologicize Lae'zel, who comes from a culture that practices polyamory by default, being monogamous? "Maybe her monogamy is because she's too insecure in her attachment to embrace polyamory." "Maybe her trauma with being unvalued in her culture has left her too afraid to understand polyamorous relationships." It never happens, because our culture is monogamous, and therefore people want to explain away deviation from our particular set of norms.

Halsin is "traumatized and poly", not "poly because he's traumatized." The devnotes in the scene where Halsin first explains being poly specifically state, several times, that he's being sincere and that this is a core belief of his. Halsin isn't reluctantly accepting crumbs of affection because he thinks it's all he can get; he loves the player, is secure enough to know it doesn't need to compete with anyone else's love to be special, and is happy to see how the relationship unfolds now that he is free of the Shadow Curse.

He's not degrading himself by entering into such an arrangement; if anything, entering a relationship where he refuses his nature would be a degradation. Monogamy would be the degrading "abandoning who he is to beg for mere scraps of affection" option for Halsin.

I know it all comes back to the "you are all I want" option, but I think people are misinterpreting it. There was a silent "right now" at the end. He didn't mean he would never want another; he meant at that moment, the player was the only one he had his eyes on, but obviously that wasn't true for the player.

People say that Halsin never manifesting that interest later is an indication that he isn't real, but he does manifest it; if rejected at Sharess' Caress, he states his intention to basically go get laid elsewhere. He is receptive to the idea of having a threesome with Mizora one day if the player lightheartedly suggests it ("don't let me talk myself out of a night to remember all the time...")

These aren't committed relationships, no, but Halsin has little contact outside of the group to begin with. And as he says, his heart doesn't stir easily. He is very open to sex, but committed relationships aren't as much a part of his normal life; the player is all but said to be extraordinary for awakening those feelings in him. He hasn't had much room for deep romantic love in his life.

The lines- saying he wants others to enjoy the player, while he only wants the player- are simply reflecting the reality that at this point, the player has another lover, while Halsin has no other people he is interested in. That's all it is.

Again, I think Halsin would find settling for a monogamous relationship to be much more degrading than a polyamorous one, personally.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[faetreides]

i'd really like to know if he'd have any types of kinks or a type?!!

like from what I've read from you, maybe it's just my impression, but does he find chubby people more attractive? (self-insert hihi)

or just kinks he'd have; like, modern!coryo screams corruption kink (maybe even a virgin!reader 👀), and things like degradation/praise, as well as a pretty big dom situation 👀

anyways, love your stuff!

I can't help coming back to your modern! coryo au literally everyday, I'm in love 🫡🫠

CW: implied-ish plus sized reader but i use “chubbier” so it’s a bit ambiguous i guess but that’s how i picture them, don’t like don’t read

First of all, thank you so much for loving the au, it's kind of getting demotivating a bit to see the fandom slow down but I'll ALWAYS have modern! coryo brain rot. So, I guess someday I'll be shouting into the void lmao.

I do think that when it comes to preferences, he does prefer chubbier people. He's one of those guys that likes being able to just really grab and slap anything and everything because you've got more than enough meat on your bones. Also, idk how to quite explain it, but I think he enjoys what he believes is a more realistic (?) body, like he'd deadass get so offended if you thought you had to shave or cover up stretch marks. He comes from a very superficial world where the beauty standards are impossible to achieve (edit: i’m NOT talking about being skinny being impossible, i’m talking about general beauty standards and having an unrealistically proportioned body like the ones in media, i’m aware that skinny people exist) . It's like how for a while, Aphrodite and other similar goddesses were depicted in media as very skinny but when you look back at how they were actually worshiped, there are statues and carvings and etc. with belly rolls and all kinds of versions of bigger bodies. That's what reader's body reminds him of, gets him feel closer to God and all that.

I'll get to some actual kinks in a second, but I do think he likes more of a reluctant person. He's someone that is built for the chase and that really revels in the wooing process, he'd never been in love before you, so the rush of intense feelings kicks his adrenaline into overdrive. It's a sort of predator/prey thing without being a full-blown kink, Coryo stalks and he circles around you until you're given such a small window of escape that you already missed your chance by the time he decides that he's done waiting around. You have the whole cutesy 'will they? won't they?' thing going for a bit until you just don't anymore.

In my head, modern!coryo's reader is a virgin for that exact purpose lol like he does have a fuck boy past that's typical for his place in society, so I just love the idea of sex suddenly becoming so "special" to him now that he's possessed with the need to mold your experience around him so you could never be satisfied by anyone else. I think he'd want to keep some of that shyness and insecurity no matter how much experience he gives you, so he can reassure you and praise you and tell you to suck on his fingers so the stretch of his cock won't be all you can think about.

He does favor praise over degradation but when he does degrade it's more... positive (???) in his eyes, calling you dumb because he wants you know you don't have to be smart, saying you're his slutty whore because he wants you to feel comfortable enough being as nasty as possible with him, etc. No matter what name he calls you, he's adding 'my' in front of it. The words will be the same, but his tone will change based on if you're driving him crazy (basically if he gets jealous for no reason again)

I also think that's he way more of a Dom type, he'll never go into extreme type stuff and he's more of a gentle Dom depending on the situation that led up to you fucking or making love. My modern!coryo is never going to let you have more control than letting you ride him (and you always end up getting tired, so he has to take over, which he is more than happy to do!). His control issues are severe like they are in canon, he's exhausted trying to hold himself back from just losing it on everybody. So, having a stress toy of an s/o that he can micromanage and love without limits does wonders for his mental health.

He's obviously obsessed with spanking/LIGHT impact play. The only bruises you'll get will be from him squeezing you too hard or littering your body with hickies, he'd bite you to pieces too but he likes to think that he has some sense of decorum.

He could get behind silk bondage, whether it's patterns on your body or spreading you out on the bed with your ankles and wrists tied to the bed frame. But he wouldn't do it because he wants to keep you from touching, he just wants to love you properly without you hurting yourself because you got shy and squirmed all over the place.

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la dolce vita

title: la dolce vita | part of the “All’s well that ends well series*” you DON’T have to read it all, if you want more context for this part (mostly for the dynamics switch) it’s enough to read ‘under summer sky*’, either way, just know that they are ALL in a polyamorous relationship

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc x suh johnny x lee taeyong x nakamoto yuta

genre: smut, fluff (if you squint), established relationship, polyamorous relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

summary: Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true. 

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex with multiple partners, fivesome, (mostly) femdom, power play, handjob, rim job (m), spitting, sensory deprivation (blindfold, tied up), minor cockwarming, anal fingering, degradation (kinda heavy), praise kink, minor use of mommy, use of (fucktoy, doll, petnames | m), dumbification, dollification, orgasm denial/control, edging, triple penetration (f receiving), pegging, mentions of free use, minor chocking, overstimulation, dom!oc, dom!johnny, dom!yuta, switch!taeyong, dom to sub!jaehyun, aftercare, dubcon (it’s just Jaehyun being his usual proud self with a sparkle of new-found brattiness but I’ll tag it for safety reasons bc at the start he acts like he doesn’t want that even though it’s more fighting for dominance than not wanting it. they have a safeword and the thought of using it never crosses his mind and there are a lot of check-ins. things get heated toward the end and it’s a little more intense than my usual stuff, so if you think it may trigger you, don’t read it)

words: 16.295k

a/n: peach boy gets ruined by all of them, I imagined something softer but it completely went downhill and… you’ll see. It’s very Jaehyun-centered because I wrote this to fill my need for sub-Jaehyun so please don’t come at me and say that the others don’t have enough spotlight. I wanted this to be part of this series because I feel that the way he lets go completely can only fit in their relationship. I plan on writing more about them (check here* and fill the form if you have anything you want me to write). Anyway, I hope you'll like it, please, let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks, for more support consider donating here*.

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6 months before.

“Are you saying that he won’t find me hot?” Jade huffed, lolling her head back to rest on Johnny’s shoulder while her feet, at the end of the bathtub, played with the water, making it spill. 

Johnny sighed, hand caressing her scalp slowly, and then said, “I’m just saying that you know he won’t let you do it.” 

A pout formed on her face, eyebrows knitted, and lips sealed together. “But why not? He never had problems doing it with you while you were away, right? Why would it be different with me?” 

A light chuckle rolled out of his lips, “Trust me, we did it just once and we bickered for almost an hour to decide who was going to top. It’s just not his cup of tea, anymore,” Johnny explained, moving around to still be comfortable in the tub. Mentally damning Taeyong that was locked in their big bathroom since an hour ago and now they were stuck in this where he barely fit. “Honestly, I don’t think it ever was. We all know he never bottomed in his life.” 

“But there’s always a first time,” she complained, turning around to face her boyfriend. “And technically it’s not even the first.” 

Johnny inhaled deeply at the amount of water that splashed on the floor and then stared at her pleading eyes. “You don’t have to convince me with those eyes, but him.” 

She batted her lashes again, “Are you sure you don’t want to try?” 

He threw his head back and shook it, “It’s not being pegged the problem, you know damn well I won’t last a second as a sub, and we also know that you want to dominate him, not only top him.” 

Jade rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest, trying to keep her body up only with her thighs. “Fine, you’re right.” 

“So?” 

“So, what? You’re telling me that there’s nothing I can do to convince him, what can I do?” 

“You’re the one that knows him better,” Johnny retorted, rubbing circles on her waist. 

“You were his best friend since he was born, he must have told you something, confessed if he was into it or not. I just want to know if it’s a red flag or an orange one.” 

Johnny furrowed, “An orange flag?” 

“If he’s at least willing to try, you know?” 

“Like a safe word?” 

“Yes, but no. Yuta and I use it when he wants to try something new. If I’m uncomfortable with the idea it’s red, if I never thought to be into it, but I’d like to try it, it’s orange.” 

Johnny cocked his head to the side, “You two are weirder than I thought but it makes sense somehow. So, why don’t you ask him?” 

Her eyes went wide as she frenetically shook her head. “No, no way. I wanted to surprise him, but I need to at least know that he won’t turn me down. It’s just going to be embarrassing if something like that happens.” 

“Wait,” Johnny said, eyebrow furrowed while he was finally connecting the dot, “for his birthday and valentine’s day?” He exclaimed. “Oh, Lord no. Forget it, baby, just forget about it.” 

She whined, throwing her head back and shaking him from the shoulders. “But why?” 

“What do you mean why? Our birthdays are our days, it’s part of the gifts, deciding what to do, being in command and everything. And you want him, Jaehyun, to be a sub on his day. It seems like you don’t know him.” 

“But it would be just for the night,” she retorted, leaning against his forehead. “Please.” 

“I’m not him.” 

She smirked, pulling back again, and tilting her head to the side, “But you could plant the idea in his head,” she sang with a sly smile on her face. 

“But why me? Why would he listen to me out of all of us? Maybe Taeyong could convince him.” 

“No, you’re the only one that can keep up with him. And also, he’s never afraid to try new things with you, so…” she pouted, with pleading eyes batting at him. 

Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly, “I hate you.” 

She laughed before kissing him passionately, “And I love you, and even more if this goes where I want it to go.” 

“You know it’s hard, right? Almost impossible? And that I’m doing it just because I love you.” 

She furrowed, “I thought I just heard you say you hated me a few seconds ago.” 

“I hate how easy it is for you to convince me,” he glared at her playfully before pulling her in another kiss. “But,” he started when they pulled back, “if he says no, don’t be too let down, okay?” 

“I won’t,” she promised. “But I don’t want you to tell him what I want to do.” 

“I know,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the bright ginger of the freshly done dye looked incredibly good on her. “Also, remember that if it’s a strict no, I think it will be just for the sub thing, not the pegging.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I don’t know, but anyway, let’s see what I can do.” 

“God,” Johnny groaned, scrolling through the Netflix catalogue, trying to find something to watch. He and Jaehyun were at home that afternoon. Jade and Yuta were at work, and Taeyong was sleeping in his room, tired after a night fixing things for his brand launch and then school in the morning. “There’s nothing to watch.” 

On the other side of the couch, Jaehyun laughed, mindlessly scrolling through a social media Johnny couldn’t tell apart, “You’re just picky, Suh.” 

“No, I’m not,” the older retorted, lifting his legs on the chaise part of the L-shaped sofa. “We’ve seen everything.” 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and crawled closer to him, cuddling up in his arms. “It’s impossible with all the things that are here. You’re picky, and not curious. Try new things.” 

Johnny chuckled, “I should try new things? And what about you? When was the last time you did that?” Now, that wasn’t how Johnny wanted to bring the topic up, and it was probably also going to be complicated to make this conversation sexual, but he was glad Jaehyun helped him with that. 

Jaehyun shrugged, “This is not about me, it’s about you.” 

“You can’t lecture me if you’re not on the right track.” 

The younger huffed, throwing his head back, “Fine, I don’t know. Maybe when we eat snails in France?” 

Johnny made a disgusted expression at the memory and then nodded. “Okay, and then? It was almost two years ago.” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widened, “Two years already?” 

“Yes, love. Time flies when you stay in your comfort zone.” 

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear,” Jaehyun glared at him. “When you dragged me to the indoor rock climbing site last summer. Never done that before.” 

“And in our relationship?” Johnny tried his luck, raising a brow at him, but that only made him frown. 

“What do you mean? Am I not giving you enough? Wait, are you tired of me?” 

Johnny shook his head swiftly, “God, no, why are you so paranoid? That’s not what I meant,” he reassured him, intertwining their hands to make him calm down. “I was hinting at something else.” 

Jaehyun was still confused, not getting how, out of all relationships, theirs could get any more adventurous and out of the schemes. 

“When was the last time you tried something new in bed, Jay?” 

“Are you calling me boring? I thought we had fun. God, is this a talk to send me to a couple-sex therapist?” 

Johnny rolled his eyes, “No, Jae. I was teasing and asking you to unleash for a second and go beyond. There must be something we’ve never tried before that you want to do,” he said, looking at him. “A secret fantasy, something you were just too afraid to say, or too ashamed to admit.” 

Jaehyun’s face heat up as different thoughts crossed his mind. 

Johnny chuckled, caressing Jaehyun’s red cheek, “So, pretty boy?” 

“Don’t call me that,” he barked back, glaring at him. 

“But you are, though.” 

“I’m not Taeyong, I don’t like being called that,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Johnny shrugged, feeling he was lying since he somehow reddened more than before.

“You didn’t answer,” Johnny reminded him, hands trailing on his thigh. “Just one thing you always wanted to do.” 

Jaehyun gulped and then stared at him, “Yes, there’s one thing I want to try.” 

Johnny couldn’t plant that idea in his mind, and the thing he wanted to try wasn’t that.

But Jade kept tiptoeing around it for months with jokes and trying to act dominant in front of him but instead of affecting Jaehyun it only lead to Taeyong crawling to her and begging to get fucked instead. And of course, it wasn’t a problem, but she still couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. And she knew that trying to start something – especially like this – without talking first was a dumb move but the worst thing he could do was laugh at her face and say no, right?

So when the holidays finally approached, she decided that that was the right moment to try. She didn’t have a plan, but she felt that luck was on her side and somehow it was going to happen.

“Have you seen the view from here?” Taeyong exclaimed when they walked into the hotel room in Procida. They were close to the sea but could see the houses’ bright colours and the little streets leading to the port. “This is so pretty,” he said in awe, turning around as Jade walked to his side on the terrace.

“How do you always choose the best places?”

Jaehyun smiled, hugging her from behind. “I have my secrets,” he winked.

“Yeah, it’s not like we spent nights up going crazy to look for what we wanted,” Yuta chimed in, wrapping his arm around Taeyong.

“As always I have to carry everything and y’all are having cuddles time,” Johnny complained when he entered the room with some bags and saw them.

“Come here, babe, we were just enjoying the view,” Jade said, turning around and opening her arms to welcome him in.

“Mhh, that’s better,” he hummed against her hair.

The following days passed normally, walking around town, visiting the suburb of Marina di Coricella that was close to their hotel, or Terra Murata, drinking too much espresso and lemonade, spending entire days at the beach, playing table football with teenagers that were way too good at it, dancing until late to local music playing in the bars and enjoying the beautiful sunsets from the Belvedere dei due Cannoni.

“I’m going to go back home with so much more weight on,” Jade joked, patting her stomach after she finished the plate of spaghetti with clams after they also decided to eat pizza (it was going to be hard to go back to eat the pizza hut one).

“You’d look amazing either way,” Yuta said, smiling at her, moving a strand of her light brown hair behind her ears, the ginger dye had faded and Taeyong had helped her go back to a normal brown before they left for the holidays.

“Yeah, and it’s also absolutely worth it,” Johnny added, pointing at the empty plates on the table. He had never eaten so much fish in his whole life. 

“I just can’t stop eating, everything’s so good,” she said. “I even accepted uncooked shrimps, God, Italians will make me do anything.” The day before they went to the market, just to take a look around and a fisherman stopped her and made her try them, telling her he had spent the whole night out and they were fresh. 

“Enjoyed dancing with that man, yesterday?” Johnny joked, raising a brow.

She laughed, “Shut up, he was so nice, though,” she said, smiling softly. The night before they went to a different restaurant that also had a live band and a small dancefloor, nothing wild like a disco, just acoustic music and vibes, and a man that could’ve been her grandad asked her if they could dance together to one song, and then they ended up dancing to five.

“He told me I reminded him of his granddaughter, at least that’s what I could understand,” she chuckled at the memory of him showing her his granddaughter pictures and how much he missed her since she went study abroad. Now, Italian people over 40 weren’t the best at English but somehow they always had a way to make people understand what they wanted to say. And also, of course, knowing they were going on a holiday there, she had to try to dust off the few things she knew about the language and learn more with Duolingo threatening her life if she didn’t take lessons for once.

“That’s cute, I thought he was going to take you home,” Taeyong joked.

She rolled her eyes, “I can dance with you all the time you want, let an old man have fun for once.”

“For once that they’re not creepy as fuck,” Yuta said, shrugging.

“Y’all are so jealous, God,” she rolled her eyes, huffing loudly.

“You were beautiful, though,” Jaehyun said, a smile curling his lips. “Sundresses look good on you.”

“And even better on the floor,” Taeyong added, winking at her.

“Yong, what the hell! Why are you so horny these days?”

“Because you always look better in summer, I have a kink for summer you.

They all laughed at that and then Jade said, “I can’t stand you.”

“Well, should we pay and then head back?” Johnny proposed. “So Taeyong can make his dream come true.”

“Who decided that? I think we did it more than enough,” Jade joked but stood up anyway.

“As if you can say no to me,” Taeyong teased, tickling her, making her laugh.

“Fine, fine,” she gave up, “but we’re passing to the gelateria before.”

“Yes, babe,” Yuta said, intertwining their arms, waiting for Johnny outside while he went to the cashier to pay.

After the gelato, they got back to their hotel room to a surprise.

“Wow, what’s this?” Jade asked as she looked around in awe.

“A little thing I set up,” Jaehyun said with a smirk on his face. “I think we needed something extremely romantic.”

“Wow,” they gasped in unison. The bed had satin sheets, and there was a path of roses petals that led to it, while some candles lit up the room and filled it with a fresh aroma. And it wasn’t a human-planned thing but the sunset was setting and coloured the room with a beautiful shade of pink while the wind blew the white curtains shielding them from the outer world and the waves crashed against the shore. 

“Didn’t expect something so romantic,” Yuta mumbled as he looked around. 

“Wanted to celebrate being together.” 

“We are always together,” Johnny whispered under his breath, only getting heard by Taeyong that giggled. 

“Mh, and what do you want to do pretty boy?” Jade teased, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

“What’s with this thing of calling me pretty boy? Stop it,” he replied. “By the way, just look better around,” he smirked, pulling away from the hug. 

She huffed but then did as told, even though she couldn’t see anything else. 

“Hey, babe,” Johnny called. “Look here.” 

She moved her head to stare in the direction where he was pointing and gasped when she saw the things on the bed. She turned back to him with her mouth open and confusion written on her face. “These things?” She asked, turning again to let her hand run on the blindfold and the handcuffs. “You didn’t make somebody set this up for us, right?”

“Part of the surprise,” Jaehyun explained reaching behind her. “And why do you think I pushed you out before me when we left for dinner?” 

She smirked and then turned around, “And what are they for?” 

“You.” 

She snickered and then turned around, facing him. “But it was your idea, why don’t we make it about you?” 

Jaehyun laughed straight at her face, but when no smile crept on her face, he coughed. 

“Oh, you are serious?” 

“Super serious.” 

He snickered, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing this again? ” He asked, smirking. “You won’t make me submit, so just forget about it, honey.”

“Are you sure about it?” She asked, clicking her tongue, with no intention of backing up in her tone and posture.

Jaehyun chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Maybe it would’ve been fun to try reversing parts. A part of him bubbled the few times he saw her taking control with Taeyong but he wasn’t sure he could carry through. That just wasn’t where he was used to being. 

“What? Afraid you can’t take it? Afraid you can’t take me?” 

“It won’t work,” he warned but she simply smirked and ran a hand up his chest until it reached his neck and grazed it slowly and gently, making him gulp and shiver. She was getting what she wanted that night, she knew Jaehyun was going to fall. He had to have a small weakness that could put him on his knees just for her. 

“Are you sure?” She taunted, cocking her head to the side with a sly smirk on her face. “Because I think it’s working already.” She raised a leg and let her knee brush against his hardening dick, making him blush. 

Jaehyun shook his head and took a step back. No, that wasn’t what he had planned that night. 

She chuckled and then walked close to him again, not letting him breathe. “What’s wrong, baby boy? Already imaging all the things I could do to you?” 

Jaehyun snickered, and then cupped her chin, “Wrong. Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you.”

She rolled her eyes and then palmed his boner, squeezing just enough to make him groan between their rough kiss. “Or you could sit there and enjoy it. I think you deserve to be the centre of attention after you booked this amazing holiday for us.” Her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled his head back under the curious eyes of the others that were watching the scene in anticipation. None of them truly believed she was going to make him submit, that just wasn’t Jaehyun–like, but it was still fun seeing how far she was going to try. 

Her lips crashed against his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses while her hold in his hair never loosened, making him moan lowly. 

“Good boy,” she praised, pulling away but still holding his head in place, he tried to fight it but when she let go and his eyes fell on her, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to fight it back. Maybe this was going to be fun. Maybe a secret part of him wanted to try it out. They could’ve always stopped, right? But his pride wasn’t going to make him admit it so soon. 

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted, coughing to try to hide how shaky his voice was. 

She snickered and grabbed his tie while walking backwards toward the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked when she pushed him down on the edge of the mattress and started taking off his shirt. She raised a brow, “It seems pretty obvious? Taking these off so you can have all eyes on you.” 

“I don’t like it, I don’t want to be the centre of attention,” he complained, trying to hide the red shade on his face. 

She scoffed, “Please, you’re a model. You live for attention, Jae. You love having all eyes on you. People running after you. People behind a screen craving to touch you. And you love it. You thrive on set. How can you don’t have a good time… here,” she whispered, voice low and sultry, while her hands travelled on his body soft like a feather and made him shiver. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, as low as possible, but everybody heard it. And the others were actually surprised at how frustrated he looked now. 

“You know I’m going to make you feel good, I always do,” she said, tugging her fingers in his boxer and pulling them down, freeing his already hard cock. “Look at how hard your pretty cock is already. Is it for me?” She cooed, lifting his chin up to make him stare at her. 

But Jaehyun didn’t answer, he simply stared at her and gulped. He moved his head to look at his other partners but she firmly blocked him and made him stare at her. 

“On me, baby. Eyes on me. I asked you a question. I have you in the palm of my hands.” 

Jaehyun scoffed, “No, you don’t – fuck,” he gasped when she pulled his hair again but more harshly than before. 

“Answer me,” she ordered, voice low against his ear. “Are you this hard just for me?” 

Jaehyun closed his eyes and then mumbled, “Yes – yes, just for you.” 

“Good,” she said letting go of his hair and then taking a step back, just to admire him. And Jaehyun felt his face heat up. The way they were all looking at him, the way she didn’t even start and he already felt weak, the fact that wasn’t the night he had in mind when he planned this. But then his eyes found the courage to look up at her and he knew there was no point trying to pretend he didn’t want this. She looked so hot in that sundress, thin enough to almost be seethrough, the light make-up highlighting her natural beauty, her curls framing her face, and the new aura surrounding her got him on his knees.

A smile curled her lips almost as if she could sense his trail of thoughts. She leaned closer to him, coming face to face with him and caressed his cheek. “Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 

And she was expecting him to give in, but instead, he snickered, “As if you could do that.” 

She pulled back a little, raising a brow and tilting her head, “Oh, really? Now I don’t know how to make you feel good?” 

He nodded, “Not like this, not like you want to. You’re too kind to do what I have in mind.” 

“Oh,” she breathed out, chuckling lightly, “then why don’t you tell me what you have in mind, baby boy?” 

“Stop calling me that,” he barked back. 

“I saw your cock throb, though. I think that your body loves to go in a different direction than your little brain,” she teased. “Anyway, what did you want to do?” 

“I wanted to tie you up against the bed, and then blindfold you and tease you all night and see you have all of us on you.” 

“Oh, that must be something hard to do,” she mocked, squeezing his chin, “think I can’t do that? Think I can’t fuck you hard all night?” 

“Fu-fuck me?” he chuckled, panic in his voice, and eyes looking around the room where the others were staring with a smirk on their faces. 

“I’m just following your plans,” she said, letting her other hand creep down and move up and down on his cock making him gasp. 

“Don’t do that,” he muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, breath already faltering, trying to squeeze his thighs. 

“Oh, or what? Are you going to come like this?” 

Jaehyun glared at her, and his hand moved to touch her between her legs but, letting go of his chin, she blocked him easily. Taeyong, Yuta and Johnny looked at each other with raised brows, he could’ve easily pushed her off, all he had to do was stand up and hoist her up, so why wasn’t he doing that? 

“Are you pushing me off?” 

“I’m taking care of you, now,” she said, pushing him down on the mattress, straddling him and kissing him again while her hand started moving faster, making his chest rise up and down heavily. And when breathy moans started to spill out of his mouth, she smirked, pulling away from him and standing up, “I’ll ask just once,” she said, looking down at him, “do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 

And Jaehyun simply nodded, trying to push up to kiss her lips, it was just to come and then she would’ve given up this whole thing and he could’ve done what he had planned all night long. Or at least, that was his second plan for the night. 

The other three looked at each other in shock. What had just happened? Was that just a trick to make her believe he was going to let her do what she wanted just to flip the roles when she lowered the guard or did she really manage to make Jaehyun submit to her? 

“Good boy,” she praised after she kissed him briefly and then encouraged him to move against the headboard of the bed. 

“Are you tying me?” He asked, gulping, watching carefully as she kicked away the shoes and then crawled on the bed next to him manoeuvring the handcuffs. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted? You prepared all of this, right?” 

“I… well, I didn’t imagine,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze because the truth was that when she was like this she was so fucking hot and he stood no games, she did have him in the palm of her hand and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to gain control again that night.  

“Getting shy?” Johnny asked, finally deciding to chime in. He wasn’t going to just look at the show from the sidelines but he was just waiting for the right moment to don’t scare him away. Jaehyun was hard to ease into things he never tried before and Johnny didn’t want to be the reason why Jade’s opportunity to do something like this slipped away. 

Jaehyun’s face burned red at the sudden realization that they were all there and they could’ve all done anything with him. It was exciting, a little bit scary, but exciting. 

“Maybe you should blindfold him,” Yuta proposed, grabbing the black piece of fabric that still sat on the edge of the bed and handing it to Jade. “It’s funny having no idea of what’s going on around you. Makes the anticipation grow.” 

Jaehyun gulped. Well, yes, that was the reason why he wanted sensory deprivation to be the main theme of the night but at the same time, he never pictured himself there. He wanted his partners to trust him enough to have their senses lowered. 

“What? Can’t take your own game?” Taeyong teased, sitting at the end of the bed. 

“I can, I can take it,” he replied. He wasn’t letting them make fun of him, not immediately at least. And especially he wasn’t taking the teasing from him. 

“Then lay on the bed,” Jade ordered, twirling the handcuffs around her fingers. 

He did as told and then raised his arms on top of his head, giving her the chance to tie him to the headboard. 

“You good?” She asked, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and when he nodded she turned around to grab the blindfold that Yuta was already handing her. 

“You know what the safeword is if you want us to stop,” she reminded him as she wrapped the fabric around his head, tight enough so it wouldn’t slip away. 

He hummed and then tried to relax, the only thing he could feel now was the breeze coming from the open window to the side and the bed lifting up as no more weight pressed on it.

“A-are you gone?” He asked, voice shaking and fingers curling around nothing. 

“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?” Jade said, shushing him and he nodded, sealing his lips, only faintly making out that probably they were discussing something, something he had no idea about. 

When they were done it felt like an eternity for him, hard rock cock laying on his abs, anticipation rising and a little bit of fear, not because he didn’t trust them, but because he wasn’t sure he could take anything they wanted, especially that she wanted. He knew what she liked doing with Taeyong and well, he wasn’t him. 

“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” She asked, sitting next to him, left hand running on his thigh, making him shiver. “You’re so hard, I bet it hurts,” she cooed, teasingly brushing her fingers against his cock, light like the summer breeze and torturous like hell. 

Jaehyun groaned a hum but she tsked shaking her head, “Answer me. I’m sure you can open your mouth, right? Or are you afraid too many moans will come out of there?” 

“I can,” he remarked immediately. 

She smirked, she knew this was all a matter of pride. He hated when he had things sorted out and then they didn’t go as planned, and he also hated when people saw him too vulnerable, especially when it came to sex, and this, God, this was the most vulnerable he could be. All spread out, naked, tied up, and blindfolded with four people around him ready to absolutely destroy him and he knew nothing about what was about to come. 

“Just make me come, please,” he begged but still fought to keep his voice in his usual dominant tone. 

Jade laughed under her breath but finally gave him what he was asking for. 

“Is this all you have?” He asked when her hand started pumping up and down. “Think that this can make you have power over me?” 

She smirked even if he couldn’t see and leaned down, lips brushing against his ear, “I have so much power over you now,” she grinned, “you are the one tied up, blindfolded and we could do anything we want with you, right?” She reminded him, and the others hummed, mattress flexing as their bodies sat on it. “And I bet you wouldn’t even say no, would you?” She teased, pinching his nipple, making him let out an – unexpectedly – high-pitched moan. “See, you’re pathetic,” she mocked, slapping his dick, making him snap his eyes open even behind the blindfold. 

“What the fuck,” he gasped. 

“What? You always do that to me,” she said. 

“Okay, is this revenge? If you don’t like something you can – fuck – you can tell me – shit,” he breathed out, chest panting harder as she started pumping fast on him again. 

“I love when you do that, don’t you love it too?” She teased, doing it again, his hips bucking up and lips getting bitten by his teeth to muffle moans. 

“Is this all you got?” He pushed her buttons again, a sly smirk curling up his lips and Jade turned around to look at the other’s amused expressions. 

“Oh, so you’re a brat,” she whispered, smirking too. If this was how he wanted it, then she would’ve given it to him. “What a nice surprise.” 

“I said, is this all you – shit –” his voice died in his mouth when she spat on his cock and started pumping fast, incredibly fast, twisting at the base and then reaching up again. 

“Say that,” she ordered, “finish what you were saying.” 

Jaehyun’s lips moved to speak but not a reasonable sound came out. 

“I don’t think he can finish it. She’s good, isn’t she?” Johnny teased, sitting right next to his face on the bed, only covered in his underwear, and let his hand travel down his body, teasing his nipples, making him squirm. And when Yuta and Taeyong’s hands reached his body too, he felt his head spin. He couldn’t see who was doing what, barely able to make out where they were standing from their voices and he felt so vulnerable; he wasn’t used to having all this attention on him. 

“You were saying, baby?” 

He gulped, “I – I was asking if this is all you got,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut behind the blindfold, feeling his stomach twitch in anticipation, body burning up for all the hands on him. 

“See, I don’t like being talked back, I think we should use that pretty mouth of yours for something more useful,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Or simply shut it up.” 

“Don’t – don’t gag me,” he begged, his tone now being pretty neutral but it surely wasn’t the teasing, powerful tone he had when he was in command. 

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, ignoring his words, hand slowing down, eliciting a low whine of disappointment and when he did, she pushed two fingers inside. “There, so much better,” she cooed, picking up the pace on his hard dick again, and then slowing down and then picking up faster than before and stopping again, making him moan lowly around her fingers and lift his hips to get more friction. 

Jaehyun almost bit down on her when he could feel someone’s lips against his neck, probably Taeyong, yes, surely his for how soft he was kissing him, nibbling ever so slightly. 

“Don’t bite,” she warned, slowing down again, spitting on his cock even if there was enough pre-cum to fill the room with loud enough wet sounds and let her hand move easily on him. 

He mumbled something around her fingers, chest panting even harder and hips twitching. “Want to come, baby?” 

He nodded, coughing loudly when she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and he could breathe again. “You’re insane,” he spat out, rolling his head back, trying to breathe normally but getting caught again in a mess of moans and groans when she picked up again. 

She snickered, “Am I?” she asked, rubbing his tip in circles, seeing him tense up and throw his head back, smirking before pulling away completely. 

“No, fuck, no,” he groaned, head snapping up as if she could see his glossy eyes and his shocked expression. 

“What? Do you need something?” She asked innocently, still not touching him, the only hands grazing his body were his boyfriends’ ones but their touches weren’t enough to let him reach the high. 

“Fuck you, I need to come,” he snapped, voice broke and ears red. 

“Fuck me?” She asked, grabbing his dick again, “well, somebody might fuck me and that won’t be you tonight.” 

“What a shame,” Yuta teased, “you did all of this for her, and now…” 

“No, fuck, please, I, shit. Stop teasing me like that,” Jaehyun breathed out in a shaky tone, feeling like he was about to explode, and he also wanted to push away Taeyong and Johnny’s lips on his neck and shoulders not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too good and he wasn’t used to all these attentions, he might’ve loved it, but that didn’t mean he could take it. 

“Then beg for it, come on, show me how bad you need this, how bad you want this,” she ordered, picking up a fast pace again and Jaehyun could barely make out Yuta’s hands playing with his balls, making him jump at the contrast of his cold rings against his hot skin. 

“You want me to beg?” 

“You heard me.” 

“I won’t – fuck – no. I won’t beg you. I’ll never – shit – beg,” he moaned. 

“Then you’re not coming,” she sang, pulling away again.  

“You can’t – you can’t control me – shit, shit, shit –” he breathed out shakily when he could feel Johnny’s lips on his nipples, sucking hard and rough, even biting him.  

“You’re so fucking proud,” Yuta huffed, “the night is going to be pretty long, babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her edge me longer.” 

“Fine,” he broke down, giving up trying to gain some control, not like he could in this position – not like he wanted, to be honest. “Please, please, let me come,” he started begging, cursing at himself when he felt his eyes get teary, now this was humiliating. 

“Good. Are we going to have to pull words out of your mouth all night long, though?” She asked mockingly as she started pumping him again. “Because it gets quite annoying.” 

“No, no, fuck, just – shit – keep, keep fucking me, yes.” 

“Are you close?” She asked just for fun, she knew she had kept edging him for the past ten minutes, probably even more, she knew he was close and was trying hard not to come but wait for her commend from the way he was struggling against the restrainers and the way his dick was throbbing in her hand and how shaky his moans got. 

“Yes, please, please, let me – shit – let me come,” he cried out. 

“Come, then,” she ordered, watching him come undone in her hands. And the first orgasm washed over him, giving him shaking legs already and he was feeling his sanity slip away from him. 

Just like she wanted. 

Jade wanted to see him lose control for once, to let go of the reins and just enjoy the ride. She wanted to see him look like a mess and they were getting close to it. 

“Good boy,” she whispered, crawling closer to him, kissing him slowly. “You were a handful but you did great.” 

“You – you are a tease,” he cried, chest still panting and sweat starting to pearl his skin. 

“We’ll get you out of the handcuffs, okay?” 

He hummed, letting out a breath of relief when someone – Yuta, but he couldn’t know – grabbed the key and set him free. 

“On your fours,” she ordered, not giving him time to come down from the high. 

“What? You want… we are going to…” 

“What? As if you don’t enjoy all these eyes and hands on you,” Johnny teased, caressing his shoulder almost making him betray his words with a low moan. “This can be so much fun if you trust us.” 

“Do you trust us?” This time it was Taeyong talking, next to his ear, voice soft. 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun breathed out, “I do. I trust you.” 

“Great, then do what she told you to do,” Yuta said, caressing his thigh gently before waiting for him to turn around. 

“Look at how pretty you are,” she praised and Jaehyun could feel her soft hands on the skin of his ass, caressing him gently, making shivers run down his spine. “Bet you’d look even prettier with your face flushed against the mattress.”

“But –” 

“What? Don’t you remember how much you love putting me in that position? Saying I look so pretty, should we see how pretty you look?” 

He nodded, swallowing before he moved with Johnny’s help. 

“Isn’t he so so pretty?” This time it was Taeyong talking, his hand on the smooth skin of his ass cheek, his veins rubbing against it. “So soft and delicate.” 

Jaehyun couldn’t help but smile at his compliments. Okay, maybe he loved being the center of attention. 

“Maybe we should stop touching you, what if you break?” He asked, fingers moving closer to his rim of nerves, teasing him lightly. 

“No,” Jaehyun exclaimed, his voice breaking in his throat.

They all laughed at that, exchanging teasing glances he couldn’t see. 

“Now you want this so eagerly?” She cooed. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Do you think you deserve it?” Johnny asked teasingly. 

“Y-yes,” he breathed out, still shaking from the way Taeyong was teasing him. 

“I don’t think so,” he said. 

“I did, please.” 

“Please what, pup? Tell us what you want,” she said, her fingers making her way to his mouth asking for permission to enter. He opened up.

“Tou-touch me,” Jaehyun hardly said, trying to breathe. “Need you, need to feel you.”

“Oh, now you need this,” she teased, still pushing her fingers inside his mouth, “and how do you want it?” 

“Want Yong.” 

Jade snickered, before pulling her fingers out and lightly slapping his face, “I asked how not by who. Are you dumb?” 

“No, I-” Jaehyun tried to mumble but his voice got stuck in his throat when another slap landed on his ass, it was Johnny, big hand, hitting hard. “Fuck.” 

“You're not even good at listening, I don’t think you deserve these attentions,” she said rubbing his cheeks.

“No, please, mo-mommy,” his face burned up when the name rolled out of his lips but it was enough to make a smirk curl her lips. Her fingers tangled through his hair and she pulled strongly toward herself causing his lower back to arch up.

“You can be such a good boy sometimes,” she said. “But since you can’t pick, we’ll choose,” she said before gesturing to Taeyong to take care of him, and Jaehyun only nodded, everything was fine as long as one of them touched him. 

“You wanted me, right, peach?” Taeyong said, leaving a trail of kisses on his shoulders blades and caressing his waist. 

“Yes,” he replied with a shaky voice, pushing his ass up more, his back arched perfectly. He just wanted to be ruined, couldn’t care much of anything else, not even how pathetic he looked. 

“Oh, poor you,” he teased, grabbing the lube from Johnny’s hands and pouring a generous amount of the cold liquid on his rim, “you’re so fucking desperate,” he got closer to him, his chest making contact with Jaehyun’s back. “Suck,” he ordered, putting two digits in his mouth not so sweetly. And Jaehyun did. Closing his rose lips around them and then swirling his tongue in his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks as he enjoyed the feeling.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny commented, palming his boner. He never fantasized about seeing Jaehyun so vulnerable but fuck if that was a beautiful view. 

“Stop. I’m sure you want my fingers somewhere else,” Taeyong taunted, chuckling lowly before he moved his fingers down again and slowly started to push in, making him moan at the intrusion. 

“You love sucking so much,” Jade noted with a mocking tone, “maybe we should really treat you and fulfill another one of your desires,” she smirked, looking up at Johnny, giving him a look that didn’t need words. And so in one second, Johnny was completely naked, hard cock free, getting pumped in his hand. 

“Want to suck something?” He asked with a smirk on his face. 

“I don’t – I don’t think I’ll be – shit – good,” he replied, trying to hold back the moans but Taeyong’s fingers felt too good for him, so long, and cured and veiny and fuck, he was going crazy.

“I think you can always learn,” Yuta chimed, running a hand in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his mouth fall open. “I’m sure you can keep his cock warm while Taeyong gives you what you want.”  

“Yes, yes, I can, I’ll try.” 

“No, you’ll make it,” Jade said. “Open your mouth for him.” Without adding another word, Johnny got on the bed, gently moving his head up to sit with his legs open on the pillow beneath Jaehyun’s head. So the younger parted his lips, resting his cheeks on Johnny’s thigh as he tried to take in his mouth as much of Johnny’s dick as possible. But fuck, Johnny was so big, and he wasn’t the one sucking cocks, usually. But he wanted to do it, anyway, not only because he promised but also because there still was his pride on the line and – even if he wanted to deny it – he just wanted to suck something.

“Good boy, just like that,” Johnny praised softly, running his fingers through his hair to make him relax as he felt his dick rest on Jaehyun’s tongue, and his voice, his tone, and his touch felt nice. It wasn’t something they were used to doing, their relationship had never really been extremely sexual, yet these few intimate moments felt nice. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Taeyong’s voice bought him back to the world while he tried to concentrate on his breathing and the pleasure. Taeyong was looking at him in awe, his three fingers were buried deep inside him and he could perfectly see how he was stretching him out. “But you’re so...pretty like this.” Taeyong emphasised the word ‘pretty’, Jaehyun wasn’t a fan of that but he surely was going to be by the end of the night. 

“Want him to eat you out, babe?” Jade asked, and he could feel her hand start to move up and down his spine. “Want to see how good you can feel?” 

“Yeah,” he moaned around Johnny. Hating the blindfold because he wanted to see her, to see them. A whimper vibrated around Johnny’s cock when Taeyong’s tongue licked his entrance and swirled around. A muffled ‘fuck’ left his mouth as he tried to steady his breath through his nose, it was harder than he expected. Johnny’s dick blocked all the air from the mouth and sucking sent him into outer space, which made it hard for him to focus on something that was actually pretty important — breathing. And the amazing oral sex Taeyong was giving him wasn’t helping.

“Yes, that feels good, right?” Jade checked in, humming in approval when she saw him try to nod. “It’s a shame you can’t see yourself, you’re so pretty like this.” 

Jaehyun wanted to rip the blindfold but he had promised he wouldn’t move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to see the way she was looking at him. The idea that she had been craving to do this for so long was driving him crazy in anticipation and he just wanted to know what he looked like in her eyes like this. His cheeks turned red at the thought, he could feel her gaze burning on his skin because he knew exactly how she looked at them when she got what she wanted. Jaehyun knew exactly the expression on her face when she was proud and excited and how particularly beautiful and intense her eyes would get during sex. It was like lust and perdition filled them completely and got anybody that mirrored in them drunk and high on pleasure. And the power she had over him was insane because, with Johnny and Taeyong working on him, the only one that filled his brain was her. 

And everything was starting to get too much, so he tried to beg again, a muffled ‘please’ while tears threatened to stream down his face. 

“Please?” Jade asked, tilting her head, “Begging again, so soon?” 

“Wanna come,” he mumbled, making Johnny pull out to let him catch his breath and also because shit cockwarming turned him on more than imagined.  

“Hold on a bit more, babe. Yong, will let you come, ‘right?”

Jaehyun hummed and then let his head rest against Johnny’s tight, impatiently waiting for the moment of release. 

“I think you need to be prepped more, baby,” Jade said, running a hand in his hair, tugging lightly. “Mommy’s cock’s big, isn’t it?” 

At that, his mouth hung open, gaping in shock as he tried to let out the right words, “Are you – shit – are you going to fuck me?” Okay now, he should’ve expected this was where it was going to go in the first place but sanity had slipped his mind long ago and when he stopped fighting for dominance his brain didn’t process what Jade truly wanted. 

“What do you think I would’ve done to you?” She snickered mockingly. “That we would’ve stopped here and then started playing chess?” 

“No, I – I didn’t, I simply, umh, fuck,” he cried when Taeyong curled right where he wanted him and his hips faltered, the tip of his dick brushing against the sheets making his lungs burn up. “I didn’t think.” 

“Of course, you didn’t think,” she chuckled, cupping his chin, “you’re my dumb little cock drunk boy, aren’t you? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours but us and what we do to you.” 

“Sounds revengeful,” Johnny whispered, smirking at her words. He had no idea how Taeyong was in their little one-on-one sessions but when they group sex, he had never seen her be this harsh and dominant. But this unexpected side of her was exciting. And Yuta thought the same thing as he looked at her, wetting his lips with his tongue and a sparkle in his eyes in excitement. 

“I should fuck you faster,” Taeyong said, “fuck some sense in you.” His fingers started fucking him mercilessly while the other hand played with his balls, making him push back and squirm under his touch. And Taeyong thought that it was so hot to see him like this, and no, he never had an interest in topping any of them but fuck if Jaehyun looked inviting. 

“Yong, ple – please...” Jaehyun barely whispered, his shaky breaths making it hard to form any words, his orgasm building up in his stomach, again, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold it in this time. And he didn’t, when Taeyong’s fingers hit deeper and he involuntarily brushed his cock against the sheets again, he lost it, coming all over them underneath him, a longer moan ripping past his throat while his body shook in pleasure. 

Silence fell in the room while gazes he couldn’t see were being exchanged, the only sounds were Jaehyun’s still shaky breaths and the wet sound of Taeyong’s fingers pulling out of him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jaehyun cried out after a while, only then releasing he had disobeyed. “I couldn’t do it anymore, I – I tried, I swear, I did,” he panted as he felt Johnny’s warm skin pull away from him, feeling the comfort his proximity gave him slip away. 

“What do we have to do with you?” Jade asked, untying the blindfold and turning him around on his back again before gently caressing his tears-streaked cheeks. Maybe if it was another occasion she would’ve pushed harder, teased him more, but for now, she wanted to make sure he was fine, and what better way than condescending talk? 

Also, Jaehyun looked way too beautiful, she just couldn’t be mad at him with his flushed and wet cheeks, swollen red lips, and messy hair. He looked breathtaking like this, even if he was a complete mess. 

“Bad boys usually get punished,” Yuta answered instead, making her head turn to him. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun cried out again. 

“Oh, we know you are,” Yuta replied, caressing his other cheek, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t teach you a lesson,” he added, briefly looking at Jade that hummed and gave him the go. 

“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asked when he saw Yuta leave again but Jade turned his head to her. “Look at me, are you okay?” 

“Yes, but –” 

“No buts, just do what I tell you and trust us.” 

“You promised you trusted us, right?” Johnny chimed, caressing his hair. 

“Yeah, I do, but I didn’t want to, I…” 

“We know,” Johnny smiled. “We just need to train you harder.” 

Jaehyun’s smile faded at his words. They seemed so sweet and understanding but... they wanted to punish him?

“You wanted me, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled. 

“Yes.” 

“Too bad,” she said, getting up, and grabbing the hem of her dress, exposing her body, making all of them gasp. “Okay, I appreciate that but seriously, every time that you see me you act as if it’s the first time.” 

“That’s because you’re hot,” Johnny replied. “That’s why our baby boy wants you so bad, right, baby?” He cooed to Jaehyun that was lost, looking at her with his mouth open. “Answer,” he urged, lightly slapping his cheek. 

“Yes, please.” 

Jade shook her head, crawling back on the bed, followed by Yuta that wrapped his arms around her. “I told you, we need to teach you a lesson, and you need to learn how to be good.” 

“What are you going to do?” He asked in a whisper, afraid to know the answer. He had never seen her give Taeyong a punishment. 

“We will tie you up at your place,” she started, moving to let Yuta move to him to get started, “And you will watch how much of a good boy Yong is,” she said, crawling to him, leaning down next to his ear, “and how good is Yuta at fucking me.” 

“What?” He asked, gasping. “No, it’s not fair.” 

“No, it’s not. It’s a punishment for a reason,” Yuta chuckled, tapping the mattress to signal him to sit up against the headboard and give him his hands. 

“Do you have to tie me?” 

“For safety reasons,” she smirked and then winked at him. 

“I’m not a monster, I won’t run away, please,” he cried. “At least let me touch you.” 

“Only good boys get to touch me.” 

And that’s when the worst part arrived, when the other three were on her in a second, touching her and kissing her, feeling her, right in front of his eyes while he was helpless and could only watch. He had worked past his jealousy but right now that feeling was resurfacing and was making him… squirm, and whine, and... beg? He wasn’t fighting against it but he was begging for them to give him attention too?  

When Jade pulled away and looked at him he thought that she was moved by pity and would’ve at least kissed him but instead, she said, “No squirming and crying will get you out of there, be good and patient if you don’t want to dig your hole deeper.” 

And just like that his punishment — or torture, like he saw it — started. He really wanted to pay attention to the way Johnny was working Taeyong open with his fingers but his attention was only on Yuta and Jade and the way his hands roamed all over her body and stuffed inside her panties, fingers moving fast on her clit, making her roll her head back and moan. And Jaehyun had to hold back a whine because she was so beautiful always, when she was in control and when she would let go of it like right now, vulnerable in Yuta’s hands, letting him have the reins. But he didn’t want to be at Yuta’s place, no, he wanted her to be at his place and he at hers. He had gotten just a taste but he needed more.

Jaehyun was about to whine out loud when they all started going and moans filled the room as Taeyong and Jade rode Johnny and Yuta giving them their back, but Jade’s gaze shutting him up, stopped him. 

“Enjoying the show?” She asked, looking at him in the eyes as she kept fucking back and forth against Yuta. “No words just nod.” 

He rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath but then nodded. 

“Good,” she smiled. “See how good Taeyong has been? He didn’t come like a pathetic little thing from preparation.” 

“Don’t smirk like that,” he snapped, talking to Taeyong before he realized what he had done, looking apologetically at Jade that had stopped. “No, shit, sorry, but why would he do that? He can’t be perfect.” 

“You just can’t listen,” she huffed, pulling off of Yuta for a moment. “I guess we need to do this the hard way.”

“There’s a way harder than this?” 

“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Tied you, blinded folded you, and now it’s time to gag you.” 

“No, no, please, I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“Don’t gag him,” Yuta chimed, crawling behind her, smirking evilly as he leaned in so only she could hear and then she smirked. 

“Fine, I won’t, but still keep quiet,” she ordered. “Yong, come lay down here.” 

And he followed, mimicking her position, laying on their tummy diagonally on the bed while Johnny and Yuta were positioned behind them. She swiftly whispered something in his ear and then the other two pushed inside again. The only ones not aware of the plan were Johnny and Jaehyun but they both picked it up soon when Jade only praised Taeyong as they shared rough kisses, and Yuta only praised how good she felt. Ignore him. 

And he felt like crying while his dick got hard once again and was almost painful and not only he couldn’t ease the physical pain but they weren’t even talking to him. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yuta moaned, head thrown back and hands wrapped around her waist, slamming her back and forth in a fast steady rhythm. “Dripping all over the sheets, so warm and hot.” 

Jaehyun had to bite his lower lip to avoid pathetic moans to escape and he tried to stare in front of him, focusing on the white closet in front of the bed and don’t get lost in the way Jade and Taeyong’s bodies were being fucked hard, or the way they were kissing each other eagerly, and the lewd sounds of wetness squelching and skin slapping against each other.

But it was somehow worse. It was painful and unfair, and gruelling but he wanted to watch them. He loved them. He loved the way their bodies moved, how they worked together, how their hands knew every crease of each other. And yes, he hated not being part of that messy tangle, but at the same time, there was something so beautiful, and exciting to seeing it from the outside. 

“See, the hard way works,” she said after what felt like an eternity, making him snap out of his thoughts. “You learned how to keep your mouth shut to don’t make it worse.”

He wanted to reply but only let out a sigh of relief. 

“Good boy,” she said. “Bet you would want to be here, right?” 

Jaehyun nodded, eyes begging her to be forgiving and set him free, but she only smirked and then turned back to Taeyong. 

“Do you like what you see?” Johnny asked, voice lower, and panting, while one of his hands moved from Tayong’s hips and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling tight, causing his ass to arch back and let out a raspy moan that got caught into Jade’s mouth. “Wanted to be you? Or do you want to be Yuta?” 

Jaehyun’s eyes fluttered, gulping as he tried to wet his mouth again but it still felt dry. He couldn’t answer, but even if he could, he had no idea what to say. Was it crazy that he wanted it all? That he wanted to be all of them, feeling every sensation. 

“He’s so good at fucking her,” Johnny teased, smirking back at Yuta that did the same he had done before, pulling her back by her hair. “It could’ve been you, what a shame.” 

He whined. A low, barely audible whine. And then he fell. 

“Please, please, mommy, at least let me talk,” he whimpered. 

“Can you do it?” She teased, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, pushing her ass back against Yuta, moaning louder on purpose. “You look like a mess,” she pointed out. “I don’t – fuck – think that words can be formed in your little brain.” 

“No, no, I can. Look, I can.” 

“Then answer Johnny,” she ordered. “What do you want? Want to fuck me?” 

“Yes, want you, want to make you feel good like Yuta,” he replied. “He’s so good, I know he’s good but I can, I can be good too. I can give you what you want.” 

“Can you give her this?” Yuta asked, one hand slipping around her neck to push her up, her back flat against his chest, hips thrusting into her relentlessly, and the other hand moving on her clit, bringing her on the edge in a few seconds. 

“Fuck,” she moaned loudly when the orgasm broke out of her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise. She could feel Yuta’s smirk behind her, teasing eyes staring straight into Jaehyun’s as he looked at him in disbelief. 

“Can you?” He asked again, slowing down just a bit to make her catch her breath again. 

“I – I can’t…” 

“Then what can we do with you?” She asked, voice heavier as she struggled to come down from the high since Yuta kept moving inside of her. “You’re so useless.” She dared to say it, honestly terrified he was going to snap out of it, but the words that came out of his lips surprised them all. 

“Use me,” he cried out. “Fuck me senseless. I want you to use me so badly, my holes, my cock. Please. Just… I just want to be good for you. Fuck me hard, all of you. Until I’m nothing but your little dumb toy, please. Fill me to the brim. Leave me – fuck – leave me leaking like a mess, but please, please, use me.” His voice was high, and the words came out in whimpers and he couldn’t really care how pathetic he sounded, and looked, he meant every word. He had no idea from which part of his brain they were coming but he wanted them to make a mess out of him. 

Jade almost came again just by hearing those words and his voice. Seeing him so vulnerable was such a turn-on, but she never imagined him being so vulnerable. 

“Fuck, that’s hot…” Johnny whispered, his thrusts coming to a stop for a moment as he looked at Jaehyun in surprise. 

“Should we give it to him?” Yuta whispered just for Jade to hear but it took her a while to hum in agreement, whining when he pulled out of her. 

“Please,” Jaehyun begged again, hips bucking from the mattress, lips bleeding for how strong he was biting on them. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t disappoint this time, I won’t –” she shushed him with a kiss, her hands cupping his face, making him slump back against the headboard as he relaxed in her touch. 

“We know,” she reassured him. “You learned your lesson, right? You will be our good boy.” 

“Yes, yes,” he whimpered, grinding against her thigh, “please.” 

When also the others sat around him and towered over him he felt overwhelmed with emotions. He felt so small, and vulnerable, and he wasn’t used to it. To have mocking laughs directed at him, to have so many lips brush against his burning skin and teeth sinking down his flesh, to have so many hands teasing him. And he couldn’t even mind keeping up with who was doing what. He just closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted with him. 

“Want to ride you,” Taeyong said, and Jaehyun barely registered his voice and his hand wrapping around his painfully hard dick. “It would be a shame to don’t use your big cock.” 

“Mmph,” he whimpered when he felt him spit on it and pump it up and down, mixing his saliva with the embarrassing amount of pre-cum that dripped down before. A chocked sob ripped past his throat when Taeyong’s tight asshole sank on him and started moving right away. Just like he had asked. To be used for their pleasure. 

“Fuck, your cock is so good,” Taeyong praised, “The only good thing about you, isn’t it? The only thing you know how to use.” 

“Answer him,” Jade urged, slapping his cheek, forcing his eyes open in surprise. 

“Y-yes,” he wept, feeling on the verge of a breakdown because he was so close again but he had no idea if he could come and he didn’t even have the courage to ask. “Only good at that, only – shit – good to be your toy.” He almost screamed when Yuta’s toungue flicked his nipple, and he felt a drop run down his cheek. “N-no,” he begged. 

“No?” Yuta asked, slightly pulling away. “I thought we could do anything to you.” 

“Ye-yes but this – this doesn’t – shit – bri-bring you pleasure,” he breathed out, chest panting harder when his fingers kept pinching and teasing his hard buds. 

Jade smirked, cupping his chin, thumb brushing against his parted lips, “You want to come, don’t you?” He didn’t answer, just stared at her with tears running down his face. He didn’t even want to admit it. He wanted to convince himself he didn’t need it. “Oh, you want to come so bad but you also want to be a good fucktoy for us, isn’t it? And good toys don’t get what they want,” she teased, letting go of his chin, fingers caressing his wet cheeks and then massaging his scalp. “Good toys give. Good toys don’t beg, don’t complain and don’t cry.” 

“No, sorry, sorry, I – I can take it,” he whimpered, choking on his sobs, but she shushed him, shaking her head. 

“Don’t be,” she whispered, “you are letting Yong use you so well, pushing yourself so back that I bet it must hurt.” He nodded, whining. “You have so much control, honey,” she praised, fingers still moving against his hair. “Ask him if he wants you to fill him up, come on.” 

“Ugh,” he cried, “do – do you want me, do you – fuck – want my cum? Can I please – mmph – please come in you?” 

“Do you think I’m even close?” Taeyong asked instead. “Why don’t you fuck me harder to start with, mhh? Make me come and then maybe you’ll get to come too.” 

“I – I ca-can’t,” Jaehyun cried. “I can’t, I don’t, I don’t think, I…” 

“Take a deep breath,” Jade whispered, her hand back against his cheek, caressing him softly. “Calm down and focus on your thrusts,” she said and he nodded, chest slowing down, also thanks to Yuta that pulled away and stopped teasing him. “Just like that, breathe in and move your hips up against him,” she guided him. 

“You’re doing so good,” Taeyong praised, leaning in to kiss him, helping him, meeting him halfway. 

“See, you could do it,” Jade smiled. “Now fuck him faster, come on. I know you can give it to him as hard as he wants it. You’re so good at it.” 

With the help of her words, he managed to find some strength and pick up a faster speed, concentrating hard to don’t come, not yet, not when Taeyong didn’t give him permission yet. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Taeyong moaned. “You’re gonna make me come – fuck. Keep fucking me – shit – keep – shit – just like that,” he whimpered, kissing him again. “Gonna come,” he said. “Fill me up, need your cum.” 

And that was all he needed to explode, hips stuttering against him as he let go, orgasm so held back that even the release felt almost painful. He felt his head spin and he didn’t mind about Taeyong’s cum spilling on his abs. Ears buzzing so loudly he couldn’t even make out the other words coming out of the other’s mouth. 

And when Taeyong pulled away, he slumped back again, brainless and boneless. Completely at their mercy. 

“I think we should get him out of these,” Yuta said, moving to unclasp his cuffs. 

“Look at you,” Johnny said, caressing his face and moving him so he was laying down against the mattress. “Such a big boy and yet here you are, so petite.” 

“F-for you,” he mumbled, blinking his eyes to shake the dizziness out of his brain but it didn’t work much. He was already wrecked and the real thing didn’t even start yet.  

“You wanted to get fucked hard, didn’t you?” Johnny asked, turning him around, face pressed against the mattress and ass up. “Does it even matter what you want? You said you want to be our toy, right? And it only matters what we want.” 

He hummed, face pressed against the pillow and ass arching back, craving more contact.

“I saw the way you were looking at Taeyong before,” he teased, spitting on his rim, smirking when his hole clenched around nothing. “You’re so pathetic,” he mocked, hand slapping his ass cheek hard. 

“No, no,” he murmured. 

“Yes, you are.” This time it was Jade talking, and he tried to move around to look at her but found it hard to lift his torso. 

“I think we just need to finish this up,” she added, turning his head around and pushing him up by his hair, “you’re such a boring toy, you know? Why don’t you do something to surprise us?” 

“Yeah, or else we’re going to have fun on our own,” Yuta added.

He blinked, swallowing as he tried to come up with anything to don’t make them push him out of the scene. “No, I’ll – I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want. I’ll – I’ll take you.” 

“Can you take us?” Johnny asked, fingers tracing his ass and then fingering him again, making him gasp. “See, all the work of before ruined because you had to fuck it up.” 

“No,” he shook his head, “I can take you. I promise I can.” 

Jade hummed before turning around to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, signaling Yuta to come closer too. 

“I – what are you – what are you saying?” Jaehyun asked but nobody answered. 

“Turn around,” she ordered, “don’t make me flip you over like a fucking ragdoll, come on.” 

He whimpered, jumping when his cock brushed against the sheets under him, and then turned around facing them, feeling small once again. 

“I’m gonna use your cock like a toy while they fuck me, and you can’t come.” 

“But –” 

“No buts,” she stopped him. “Do you want to be good or not?” 

He hummed, “But please, after, after, I – I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.” 

“I know,” she reassured, biting her lower lip when Johnny’s fingers made way into her ass. “But I want to be the only one that fucks your ass tonight, so you’ll have to wait.” 

He hummed again but felt his body tremble when Yuta moved in front of him and shielded her from his view. He hated not seeing her. He couldn’t care if they weren’t truly paying him attention. He couldn’t care if he was forced to hold it in again and just let them have their fun. But he needed to see them. 

“You look like a mess.” He had no time to dwell on them when Taeyong’s voice ringed in his ears. His face now up close to his, a teasing smirk on his face while his fingers ran on his tears-streaked cheeks. “Is it too much for you?” 

Jaehyun shook his head, lips pressed together to keep in a loud moan when he felt Jade sink down on him. And Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head, “You can’t take it.” 

“I can, I can take it,” he cried, finding the courage to let out those words. 

“Why don’t you keep his mouth shut?” Jade asked Taeyong, making Jaehyun’s eyes snap open. “I don’t think I want to hear him while they fuck me.” 

“No, I will keep quiet, I will – mmph,” he moaned when Taeyong filled his mouth, fingers stuffing him, reaching the back of his throat, making him choke. 

“Nice,” she smiled, leaning closer to him just to let Johnny have more room to enter her. But her hands weren’t on his chest or shoulders, they were resting at his side on the mattress, making him go crazy at the lack of contact, no matter that he was right inside her, it wasn’t enough. “Good toys don’t talk, remember?” 

He nodded, wet eyes staring up at her as the only thing he could do was suck on Taeyong’s fingers. But a deep groan almost escaped his mouth when Johnny filled her up completely and he could feel his cock press against her thin walls. One of the things he loved the most and he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fuck her. He couldn’t moan. He couldn’t come. He just had to lay there and take it, watch as they fell apart. And as wrong as it was, it turned him on even more. 

“Fuck, so good,” Johnny moaned, pulling out and then slamming back in. “Should fuck your ass more often.” 

“Mhh, yes,” she moaned, rolling her eyes back before she forced them open to look at her two boyfriends in front of her. Jaehyun looked like a complete mess, drooling all over Taeyong’s fingers and down his chin while the other kept teasing him with mocking words. And just when she was about to make eye contact with the younger, Yuta pulled her up and kissed her hard. 

“Shit,” he moaned when her hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking, “wanna be inside you. Johnny move.” 

The eldest groaned, stilling his hips and pulling out of her, his hand immediately replacing her warmth, even if it couldn’t come close to it. But watching Yuta enter her and fill her gaping hole was hot enough to don’t make him hate her idea of them taking turns fucking her. 

“Fuck, he’s right,” Yuta moaned, “you feel so fucking good. And the toy is filling you up so nicely.” 

At that Jaehyun whimpered, his hips bucking up in reflection, and a sharp slap on his face followed, making his breath falter and his eyes snap into Jade’s. 

“No. Fucking. Back. Into. Me,” she reminded him sternly and he nodded, mumbling, “didn’t – didn’t mean to.” 

“Why don’t you stuff his mouth with something bigger than those fingers?” Johnny asked Taeyong, ignoring him completely. This had been their wildest night ever and he wanted to see just how far Jaehyun was going to push himself. He kind of thought he had gone too far before begging them to use him, but Jaehyun was like this, too confident, too competitive, to the point that he became dumb. 

Jaehyun shook his head, whimpering around his fingers that pushed deeper. 

“What?” She cooed, breathing heavily as Yuta kept fucking hard into her. “You don’t want that? What a shame you were begging for Johnny’s cock before, fuck,” she mocked, lightly slapping his face again. “What’s that? You only want cocks big enough to choke you?” 

“Mmph, no, I,” another slap stopped him. 

“Shut up,” she ordered, “I don’t care. I wasn’t asking, I was – shit – pointing out how much of a needy, dirty thing you are.” 

He whined throwing his head back, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. Feeling her pussy clench around him and slightly move back and forth due to Yuta’s pushes was driving him insane. And soon he had to think about Taeyong’s cockhead tapping against his lips, asking for permission to make its way in. And he could only open up and let them ravish him. Brain going blank as they worked together. Yuta pulling out to leave his place to Johnny, his thrusts precise and strong as always, and then back again, Yuta taking his place another time, strokes fast and rhythmic, and again and again. The alternating rhythms driving him insane, and driving Jade insane too. 

He could feel it from the way her walls were suffocating his cock, the way her mouth was parted to let out the most vulnerable sounds, and her eyes were closed, surely rolled back in the back of her reclined head. And even if right now, she looked more vulnerable and submissive, no dominant thoughts crossed his mind. He wanted to be ruined by her still, even if she was like this, a mess in Yuta and Johnny’s hands. 

“Oh, fuck, it’s so good. You two feel so good,” she almost screamed when her oldest boyfriends started taking turns faster. 

Jaehyun wanted to whimper around Taeyong’s length stuffing his mouth about how the three of them were making her feel good but didn’t, he cried and complained only in his mind. 

“Need to come in you, babe,” Yuta said, pushing inside of her again. 

“Me too,” Johnny moaned, “can you take both of us?” 

Jade’s mind came back to earth, stilling for a second and turning around. She thought about it for a moment, it was either going to be the dumbest last-minute decision ever or the best one, but at this point, this night had been a full one of unexpected things. 

“Fuck, fine, yes, but pour more lube, please.” 

“Shit,” Johnny hummed, grabbing the bottle close to him, and pouring more on her swollen hole, “thought you were going to say no.” 

She shook her head and dropped it low when the tip of his cock started to slowly make its way aside Yuta’s cock already buried deep into her. 

The triple stretch knocked the breath out of her air and she was grateful that at least Jaehyun wasn’t moving. It wasn’t painful, but it was a lot. Intense, unexpected, and the worst fucking decision ever considering the boyfriends picked. 

And Jaehyun felt that too. Now that was unbearable. The way he could feel them push so much against him already, and they weren’t even moving yet. There was no way he wasn’t going to come just like that. 

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Yuta moaned, looking down, feeling he could come by the sight only, “you’re taking us so well.” 

“Yeah, umh,” Johnny groaned when they started moving again and the stimulation doubled, “I won’t last long.” 

“Are you gonna come with us?” Yuta asked, pushing her body up against theirs. The position side by side wasn’t really comfortable but it didn’t matter, they had been on the edge all night, and this already felt too good to hold back. 

“Yes, fuck, I’m close,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back against their shoulders as the knot on her stomach tightened and she started seeing stars. It didn’t take much for them to come together, groans and moans filling the room, skin slapping together more messily, and too much cum everywhere. 

“Fuck,” Jade moaned when she opened her eyes and saw Jaehyun’s face almost covered in cum, “look at you,” she said, pussy still clenching hard around him as the orgasm faded away. 

“Pulled out a little too late,” Taeyong said, moving back, and caressing his lips, removing some of the liquid. “But he looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he?” 

Jade hummed, a tender smile on her face, followed by a low gasp when Johnny and Yuta pulled out of her, leaving her empty and leaking. 

“And he didn’t come,” she praised, leaning down to kiss him while she also pulled off of him, his painfully hard cock, throbbing against his abs. 

“Please,” he whimpered, “need you. You promised.” 

“I know,” she reassured him, wiping more cum out of his face, “I’ll give you what you deserve. What you wanted.”  

“No, don’t lea–” he started saying when she got up to get the strap-on but was immediately shut by Johnny’s lips. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, moving his dampened hair back, “you look like a mess baby,” he said, eyes scanning his spit and cum stained skin. 

“But he looks like such a pretty doll,” Yuta said. 

“N-no, no, I’m not a doll,” he whimpered. 

“No? But dolls are so pretty. Don’t you want to be mommy’s pretty doll?” Yuta asked, cooing teasingly. 

“I -,” he retorted but then gave up, “yes, want to be mommy’s doll. But I need her, please.” 

“And here I am,” she said, crawling on the bed, soon hovering over him, spreading his legs open and positioning between them. “Tell me what you want.” 

“You know,” he cried, feeling that his brain couldn’t put together any more words that made sense. 

“I need to hear it, doll. Need to know my pretty toy still wants to be used.” 

“Yes,” he almost screamed. “I want to – want to be your little toy, please, please, fuck me. Need your cock.” 

And she obeyed, pouring more lube on the dildo and removing her fingers inside of him, she pushed the tip inside. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip as he felt the toy make its way inside, slowly but somehow it was even more painful. He needed more. He couldn’t even care if he wasn’t ready. He had been waiting all night. 

“Look at how well you are taking it,” she praised when she bottomed completely and stilled against his ass. And she knew he wanted more, it was in the way his hips were trying to roll back against her but had no more strength to move anymore. Still, she needed to test the waters. “Should I move? Should I finally fuck your pretty ass?” 

“Fuck me, please, fuck my brain out,” he begged, voice barely higher than a whisper, strained and shaky. “Please, just take everything from me.” 

“Shit,” a broken moan ripped past his throat when she started moving immediately at a steady rhythm, knocking his breath out. He had no idea if it was because it had been ages since he had something inside or if the toy was truly too big but either way the only thing he could do was throw his head back and try to relax even more. “Too – too much,” he cried. 

Her hands wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks, making him whimper even more. “Oh, poor baby, don’t you want me to fuck your brain out?” 

“I – I can’t take it,” he whimpered, watery eyes looking up at her as she leaned down to get closer to him. “You’re – fuck – too, too big.”

“You are taking it,” she said, hand wrapping around his neck and squeezing just enough, “keep being my good little fucktoy.”

Jaehyun nodded, biting his lips, hips bucking up when her other hand moved from his waist and started stroking his cock. 

“God, I’m – I’m not – need to come, I can’t hold it,” he wept, knowing for sure he couldn’t keep being edged for so long. 

“Then come,” she ordered, “but I’m not done with you. You said it, fuck you until you’re nothing but my little dumb toy,” she moaned, hitting faster into him, “and you still don’t look like a – fuck – like a mess enough to me.” 

“But – but I – fuck – mhh,” he tried to talk back, not even knowing what to say. 

“No, honey,” she cooed, hand moving faster on his cock, making him squirm under her, “you don’t need to think, just turn your brain off and be pretty for me, won’t you?” She teased and he simply hummed, feeling on the edge of the nth orgasm of the night. “Good, be my pretty doll, that’s all I want from you.” 

And those words took him out, another climax hit him, finally, after what felt like hours since the last one, his ears buzzed and the vision behind his eyelids turned white. And from that on, he felt boneless in her arms, he could barely make out the way his other partners’ hands were teasing him too, too many emotions and too much bliss shutting his brain down. 

“Look at you,” he could barely make out Yuta’s voice and his teasing words, “so cock drunk, aren’t you?” 

“Mhh,” he simply hummed, no more words to squeeze out of his brain. 

“Bet you would take so much more than that, right? We could all take turns with you,” this time it was Johnny, he could feel his voice coming from the right, while his hand replaced Jade’s on his once again hard cock. “Bending you anywhere and fucking you whenever we want to, would you let us?” 

“Mmph,” he whimpered, his hand trying to reach for Jade’s body to ground somewhere but he couldn’t find her, “yes, yes,” he mumbled, thrusting up, meeting her halfway. 

“So you would truly be a good doll,” she teased, grabbing his hand that was frenetically trying to meet her. “You’d love to – fuck – to be passed around like that, won’t you? Be nothing but our messy brainless baby boy, yeah? Filled with cum and leaking as you try to function normally,” she cooed, and Jaehyun only nodded, biting his lips to try to muffle the embarrassing messy moans that were coming out of them. It was hot and endearing at the same time, how broken he looked and how much comfort he was seeking. Surely he was burning up in overstimulation and she knew she couldn’t push him even further than that. So Jade picked up the speed again, making him snap his eyes open because he wasn’t expecting she could give him even more and then rolled his eyes back again when his boyfriends’ lips started torturing his skin. 

“You are such a pretty good doll,” she praised, smiling when his lips turned into a shy small smile. “Taking mommy’s big cock so well, looking so pretty and fragile for us. Tell me how much you love this,” she ordered, but no words ripped past his throat, too dry, too tired, too lost in pleasure. A pleasure that doubled when she pushed his legs up, flat against his chest, the strap-on reaching deeper inside him, eliciting more moans to roll out of his mouth. 

“You love this so much, no matter how much you tried to hide it,” Taeyong said before he kissed him hard, shushing his incoherent mumbling down his throat again. 

“Wa – want to – mmph – ” he cried, voice breaking even more when Johnny’s hand started going to the same fast and steady rhythm of Jade’s thrusts, “be your – mmph – your good boy,” he breathed out before more whimpers and low moans started coming out of his tortured lips again. “All of you, want – want – uhm – you all.” 

And by that time he was panting and twitching, hips moving uncontrollably to the point Jade had to push him further down against the mattress and wrap a hand around his neck again. And the way his glossy eyes looked into hers, made her lose her mind. This was exactly what she always imagined, the typical confident, commending, and composed Jaehyun falling apart into her hands, completely letting go of any kind of control and sanity. His flushed wet cheeks, his low and breathy whimpers, his panting chest and throbbing cock, his begs and pleas, and the way his hands tried to search for them. It was so fucking hot, so much more than anything she ever tried to imagine, and it also filled her with pride. 

Right underneath her, there was the same person that easily manhandled her any way he wanted, usually. And right now he looked like a mess. She was the one that made him fall, give in to pleasure and be so open. 

“Scream it,” she said, standing right on top of him, slapping his face lightly, forcing his eyes to open again. “Scream to the world what you are,” she ordered, stilling inside of him for a second and as soon as he opened his mouth she started again. 

“I’m yours, fuck, I’m your good – fuck – doll,” he screamed, rolling his head back before another slap on his face made him stare up at her, “I’m just – shit – just a useless cockdrunk toy for you mommy, I’m – ahh – please, please, please, fuck,” he broke down when her hand tightened around his neck and he knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was getting painful, his dick was too sensitive and he felt too tired. 

“Tell me how much you love this,” she whispered, tightening the hold around his neck, smirking when he started struggling for air, “tell me nobody else can make you feel this good.” 

“N-no, nobody – ahh, shit – nobody like you, no – no one, mommy, just you,” he mumbled, lips shaking and lungs burning when she squeezed his neck again. “I love this – mmhh – I love this so much.”

“You’re so desperate,” Johnny teased, squeezing the head of his cock, making him groan and throw his head back. “Pathetic little thing, look at you,” he cooed, laughing mockingly, “are you shaking poor doll?” 

“Please,” he cried, tears streaming down his face freely as he tried to look up at Jade that knew he was at his breaking point. And she was too, the vibrations were sending her so close to the edge it was a matter of seconds now. 

“Fuck,” she cursed, “you’ve been so good, doll. Come for me, come on, one last time,” she ordered, letting go of the hold around his neck, making him catch his breath. 

And this time he completely blacked out, a louder, breathy, moan ripped past his throat as he rolled his head and eyes back, hips bucking and chest panting, abs twitching and cock throbbing, shooting cum everywhere. Jade’s orgasm hit soon after, making her ride the orgasm for a while until her hips came to a stop when he started mumbling “stop, stop, stop, too much.”

But the others weren’t done yet, and the lewd sounds of her hips against his ass were replaced by the wet sounds of the other three jacking off to quickly come.  

“Shit,” Yuta mumbled when he looked at Jaehyun’s face, lashes batting slowly and tongue sticking out as he waited for Johnny to come in his mouth, cum dripping down his throat and on his chin. “Turn around,” he whispered once they were done and the younger lazily turned his head to the side, waiting for his and Taeyong’s load before closing his eyes.

“Tired,” Jaehyun mumbled, eyes fluttering just enough to see Jade get close to him and kiss him gently, not caring about some cum of the others that dripped out of his mouth. 

“I know. You’ve been so good,” she praised, kissing him all over his face and pulling out slowly. “Our good boy,” she whispered, caressing his hair, but he was already sound asleep and barely registered those words. 

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Johnny chuckled, sitting on a chair outside of the terrace, filling up his glass with lemonade. They had just finished taking a shower after trying to clean Jaehyun the best they could since he was still sleeping in bed and were taking a breath of fresh air to cool down. 

“Yeah, how the hell did you turn him into a brainless mess?” Yuta asked, giggling but still shocked after everything that had happened. Taeyong hummed in agreement, sitting on his lap, eating some fruit because he was starving.

“Honestly?” she snorted, “I have no idea,” she chuckled, shaking her curls out of her face before grabbing a hair clip and twisting them in an upstyle. “I mean, I was hoping to get him to give in but I never thought he would go this far. He took so much for being his first time, I’m impressed.” 

“It’s rude to talk about someone when they are not there.” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice made them turn around, faces painted with surprise at seeing him already up, they thought he was going to sleep all night long and wake up at midday. 

“Why are you up?” Johnny asked. “Aren’t you wrecked?” 

“Mhh,” he mumbled, scratching his eyes with the palm of his hands and then walking closer to them. “Can I sit there?” He asked, pointing at Jade’s lap. 

“Oh, sure,” she replied, taken aback. She wasn’t expecting him to still be like this, not that she was complaining, this soft side of him was nice, so nice. And she wouldn’t have minded seeing him let go more often, he always tended to want to have too much under his control. 

“You didn’t answer,” Yuta said, smiling at his messed-up state and the way he was leaning so close to Jade even if it was pretty hot, the night breeze still not enough to bring much comfort from the summer heat. 

“I woke up, and I saw that you left me all alone after everything you did to me and I felt weird, also I didn’t want to be alone.” 

“No, honey,” she cooed, caressing his hair, “we just wanted to eat and drink something.” 

“Yeah, we were going to come sleep next to you soon,” Taeyong reassured. “Want some?” He then asked, handing him the fruit he had just cut and Jaehyun hummed. He was still feeling pretty weak, maybe some sugar would’ve helped him gain some energy. 

“You did so well before,” she praised, leaving kisses on his naked shoulder while her hands ran up and down his arms. “And you don’t have to feel weird about it. We don’t believe what we said to you.”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Johnny asked, smiling at him. He was still wasted, cheeks red, lips puffy, messy hair. It was cute seeing him like this even after and it was even better he wasn’t fighting it anymore. 

Jaehyun hummed, “It was… unexpectedly fun,” he confessed, lowering his head when he felt his cheeks heat up even more, making his partners laugh tenderly at him. 

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Yuta reassured him. “It’s good to try new things sometimes, isn’t it? You never know what you truly like until you give it a try.” 

“Yeah but,” he huffed, “come on, some things I said are so humiliating, and I had no idea I had it in me. It’s like a monster took over me.” 

“A pretty cute one,” Johnny chuckled. 

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, rolling his eyes.  

“But you know we don’t judge, right?” Taeyong said, putting more fruit on his plate, he didn’t even drink during the whole thing because they were too caught up with everything. “I mean, usually Jade and I are the ones saying those things to ourselves, so, if we thought it was weird we wouldn’t do it, right? Also, I think it was kinda funny seeing this new side of you.”

Jaehyun hummed, taking a bite of apricot, feeling relieved they didn’t see the whole night as a failure. 

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jade said, caressing his cheek. “I know you were scared, and I know this was totally out of your comfort zone but you completely gave up control to us and that means a lot. I honestly thought you were going to safeword so many times but you didn’t, so I hope you truly enjoyed every part of it.” 

He blushed again, humming and snuggling closer to her, “I – I never even thought about the safeword once.”

“It never got so intense that you thought about stopping?” Johnny asked, surprised to hear that. 

He shook his head, it had gotten intense but he felt safe, it was risky, considering they didn’t discuss ground rules before but he also knew that by now they knew him too well and knew his limits. “It was too good, I think… I think I really like attention.”  

“That’s all that matters,” she said, smiling tenderly at him.  

“Was – was I good enough?” Jaehyun asked hesitantly, shily looking at her. “Was it how you imagined?” 

“Peach, yes,” she said. “You were so good, you took so much. And also remember that it’s not a performance, it’s supposed to be a fun, intimate time. You don’t have to feel pressured to meet some kind of expectations.” 

“Yeah, but you wanted to try this for so long,” he whispered, feeling sleep take over him again. “I know how much this meant for you.” 

“A sex fantasy will never mean more than what you mean to me, but yes, it was exactly how I imagined, actually, even better.” 

“And you?” He asked, talking to the others after smiling at her.

“We had so much fun, I think it’s pretty obvious,” Yuta smiled, reassuring him. “You were a good boy if that’s what you want to hear.” 

“Oh, shut up, it makes me blush,” he whined, throwing his head back before yawning. 

“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Taeyong said, cleaning his hands on a napkin and grabbing the empty plate from Jaehyun’s lap. 

“Yeah. Do I have to carry you in?” Jade joked, leaving a peck on his cheek, making him flush red once again. 

“No, but I think I might need to lean on someone,” he replied, stretching, feeling his limbs shake. He was wrecked, everything had been so intense and he knew that he was going to pass out once again as soon as his head touched the pillow, and he wasn’t so sure his legs could carry him inside with no support. 

“Come here, pretty boy,” Johnny said, reaching out his hand and waiting for him to grab it, standing up and immediately leaning against him, waiting for Jade to support him on the other side and walk inside, followed by Yuta and Taeyong. 

After they got in bed, sleep took over soon, and while Jaehyun was squeezed between Johnny and Jade, and Taeyong was tangled with Yuta at the side, he whispered, “I love you, so, so much…” 

And before their eyes could get too heavy, they all replied, “We love you too.” 

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[thebreadvansstuff]

"Stop being so mean to me, i swear to god I'll fall in love with you"

Humiliation kink, watersports, golden shower, public urination, public sex, degradation, name calling

"C'mon, Harry! You have to tell us, it's the rules!" Liam's voice sounds above the chants of 'Yeah, tell us!'

Harry hides his face in his hands, a shield from the expectant stares around him.

"Harry, you picked truth, you have to answer!" Niall shouts over the noise.

Harry knows the rules to truth or dare, but he'd much rather dodge the invasive question, especially when there's thirteen guys around him, more than likely to tease him for his answer.

"I don't remember!" he squeaks, a vain excuse in order to preserve his dignity.

"Oh c'mon, it was an easy question," Zayn chimes in with a grin, "What is the weirdest thing you've asked a guy to do to you?"

Harry groans, his cheeks burning with mortification. "Alright, alright!"

The lads fall quiet collectively as they wait to hear Harry's answer with their eyebrows raised.

Harry can think of a number of typically weird things he has requested in bed, but the one that stands out to him the most is the one that got him the strangest response -- rejection.

"I uh..." he clears his throat, "I asked him to piss and come on me and take a picture." His eyes are pinned on the chipped wood of the table, emphatically ignoring everyone else. "And ugh - send it to his friends," he adds at the last minute.

He was expecting a round of whoops, or any kind of loud reaction, but he is met with deafening silence instead.

He looks up, biting his lip and hoping they're not too weirded out. After all, it was per their insistence that he gave an honest answer.

Most of the guys are gaping at him, Niall's eyes bulging out of his head, and Liam's cheeks having turned beet red.

The only one who doesn't seem impressed is Louis. "You've got a humiliation kink, don't you?" he asks with a knowing smirk.

Harry's breathing hitches. "I -" he hesitates, but ultimately decides this can't possibly sound worse than his previous confession, "I do."

Louis nods, leaning back on his seat with self-assurance and a smug expression directed particularly at Harry. It's teasing, degrading in a way he can't explain, but Harry tries his best not to let it affect him.

"Did he do it?" Zayn asks, throwing a handful of peanuts in his mouth. Harry shakes his head.

He feels like the whole table might burst into laughter at any moment, mock him and make fun of him, but in reality, they're too shocked to give any kind of reaction.

"Okay...next question, I guess," Liam is the first one to snap out of his trance, though he avoids looking Harry in the eye for the next couple of rounds.

"My turn to ask," Zayn speaks, shifting on his seat like he's preparing for a big question. He probably is, judging by his crooked grin. "Lou, truth or dare?"

Louis picks dare without second thought, probably having learnt from Harry's mistake.

"Correct answer," Zayn says with a waggle of his eyebrows. "I dare you to make Harry's fantasy come true."

Most of the table seems shocked, audibly gasping. Louis, however, meets Harry's eyes with his brows raised and his head tilted. Louis' eyes glint dangerously.

"Wha-" Harry blinks rapidly.

Louis shrugs. "You heard him."

Harry knows that look on Louis' face, knows the challenging quirk of his lip and the mischief in his stare, but he cannot believe Louis is seriously considering this.

Only half-joking, Harry agrees.

He expects Louis to laugh or Zayn to exempt him from his dare, but neither happens. Instead, Louis stands up, grabbing his phone, too. "Bathroom?" he asks, "or do you want it outside?"

Harry breathes in sharply, staring with his eyes widened, still unable to figure out if this is one of Louis' jokes that he expertly plays. Afraid he might give the wrong answer, Harry replies diplomatically. "You choose."

"Outside it is. C'mon." He gestures for Harry to follow him, and Harry does without hesitation; might as well find out if Louis is kidding or not.

When they step outside, Harry shivers as the night breeze hits his overheated skin. He looks around for a semi-secluded spot, but there's nothing but deserted road and pavement.

"D' you wanna kneel?" Louis asks nonchalantly, as if he's talking about the weather.

Harry feels baffled. "You're really gonna -?"

"Yeah," Louis interrupts him with a completely serious nod. "Are you gonna kneel or what?"

It's the impatience in Louis' tone, teetering on a reprimand, that makes Harry spring into action. He kneels in the middle of the pavement, looking up at Louis expectantly.

Louis' lips twitch in one corner, the ghost of a smirk. "Pretty slut," he mumbles, mostly to himself, but Harry hears it.

"Fuck," he gasps in response, feeling his pants begin to tighten.

"Oh you like that, too?" Louis asks mockingly. "Should have known you'd like anything."

Harry nods frantically, his curls bouncing with the movement. "Want you to make me dirty," he practically begs, keeping his hands by his sides, though his fingers are tingling with the need to reach for Louis' pants and unzip them.

"I'm gonna make you so filthy," Louis promises with a hoarse voice, unbuttoning his jeans and fishing out his semi-hard cock.

"Want it everywhere," Harry pants, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He closes his eyes when the first splash of Louis' piss hits his cheek, moaning at the warmth of it.

"Piss whore," Louis moans as he aims lower, on his chest and stomach.

Louis' piss drips on his skin, drenching his shirt. "More," Harry pleads, and Louis delivers.

He groans, pissing directly onto Harry's lap.

"Oh fuck!" Harry cries out, looking up at Louis, so powerful standing above him. It hits him suddenly that they're doing this out in the open, where anyone could walk past and see. Harry wishes everyone could see how dirty he is, how Louis is using him for his pleasure -- so humiliated, so filthy.

"Piss yourself," Louis commands hoarsely when his stream tapers off.

Harry's hesitation must be written all over his face, because Louis' jaw twitches and his voice becomes steely. "Piss right now, slut."

That's all the encouragement Harry needs to let go, leaking into his pants. His own piss trickles down his skinny jeans, creating a puddle on the pavement, and joining Louis' mess.

He's whining through it, and Louis moans above him, jerking himself off close to Harry's face.

"Please," Harry pants, opening his mouth and showing his tongue.

Louis only needs a few more tugs before he's coming on Harry's face, ropes of his come landing on his tongue and already wet cheekbones.

Harry cannot seem to catch his breath as Louis fishes for his phone in his pocket.

"Look at the camera," Louis orders. Harry blinks up. He hears the distinctive snapping sound, and shudders at the thought of that image being passed around among Louis' friends, but most importantly being in Louis' hands, something he gets off to.

Louis helps Harry stand up on trembling legs, his clothes dripping with piss, face covered in come. When Harry steady on his feet, he leans most of his weight on Louis. "Made me feel so dirty," he confides with a blissed out smile.

"That's what whores like you deserve," Louis teases.

Harry whimpers. "Stop being so mean to me, I swear to god I'll fall in love with you!"

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#send me a line and i'll write a snippet #my writing

[cassidystarks]

Rookie Moves (MJF x Reader)

This was requested by @okadaizoirl, sorry this took so long to post haha, but it's finally here! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, shower sex

Word Count:

10. "looks like we'll be trapped for a while"

20. "touch them again and I'll kill you"

23. "did you hear all of that?"

As a rookie in the wrestling industry, I have been mostly just a jobber my whole career, but after finding myself signing up to join AEW, life has been getting better and better. Everyone has been so kind to me, well, most of them. There is Max, who is pretentious as he is gorgeous. He is the rudest person I have ever met. Though somehow, I can't help but think about him. I push thoughts away all the time with ease, but he just seems to stay on my mind more than I'd like.

Though when Tony Khan called me into his office and told me I would be having a match with him tonight my heart sunk into my chest. I did not want to wrestle that dickhead, but at the same time if I pin him it would absolutely destroy him.

The time came for the match, which was set in the middle of Dynamite. The first two matches were completed and my walk-out music was about to start playing. I have only had a couple matches on Dark, but I am happy to have any matches. I walk out and do my entrance before stepping into the ring. Doing some last-minute stretches I could hear his godawful walk-out song playing and he walks out as self-entitled as ever.

The match lasts for about ten minutes. There is tension, and we both can tell. I manage to roll him up and pin him. I smile big as the referee raises my hand. Max looks as shocked as I feel and I roll out of the ring and make my way up the ramp. I flip him off before going to the backstage area and going to get some water from my dressing room. I tidy up a bit and take a little break before getting ready for a shower.

But of course, I don't have a towel.

I walk out of my room and go down to my friend Anna Jay's dressing room and knock on the door. She comes out and greets me with a hug.

"Hey! I see you won the match, how are you? And how is Max taking it?" She asked.

"I'm good, I have no idea how Max is, he seemed pretty pissed off when he realized I had won. But I mean oh well, what he gets to be honest but anyways, can I borrow a towel? I don't have any in my dressing room." I asked.

"Of course, I got you covered." She said walking back in and grabbing a towel. She comes back out and hands it to me.

"Thank you, you are a whole lifesaver," I said.

I head back to my dressing room before getting stopped by one of the staff members.

"Hey, great match."

"Thank you," I say, giving them a friendly smile.

"How about I take you out for a drink or two?" They said, leaning up against the wall.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to pass," I say politely declining the offer.

"Oh come on, just one drink. It'll be fun." They persist.

"I said no," I say.

"Listen, all you have to do is have one drink with me, it's not that fucking hard." They said trying to grab at my wrist.

"Touch them again and I'll kill you," said someone with a familiar voice.

I look behind me and see Max. He seems even more pissed than before, and I can't tell if it's because of this or the match. I suspect both.

"Look dude, I don't want any trouble."

"Clearly you do, they said no. Respect that."

"Don't you hate them?"

"Did I ever say that? No. The only one who can touch them is me."

I widen my eyes.

"Excuse me? No one can touch me." I say replying to him.

Max gets the guy to leave. And it's just the two of us.

"You could say thank you," he says.

"I didn't need your help," I say rolling my eyes.

He smiles and nods. He's about to leave and my mouth moves before my mind could tell it to.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Why did you do it? I thought you hated me." I said, not looking at him.

"Did I ever say that?"

"No, but you always act like it. I mean the last few weeks, the frustration between us. Explain that then."

"I don't hate you. In fact, I'm pretty fond of you. But we are at different points in our life, I need to get over this feeling, but I can't."

I make my way into the shower after a conversation with Max. To think he is feeling exactly what I am feeling. I get in and turn the water on warm. I bask in the warmth of the water hitting all the right places. I hear a knock on my bathroom door.

"Who is it?" I yell, getting my hair wet.

"Me."

"Max?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah."

"Sorry, I'm kinda preoccupied," I say, starting to lather the shampoo in my hair.

"Come on, I gotta use the bathroom." He said.

I roll my eyes. It is always something with this man.

"Fine, the door is unlocked."

I hear the door open and close behind me. I get finished washing my hair a few minutes later. His presence lingers, so I know he isn't gone.

"Can you hand me my loofah? It's sitting on the sink." I ask.

I look and see his hand extend in the shower with my loofah in his hand.

"Thank you," I say grabbing it, and seeing his hand leave.

I hear the toilet flush and all I can think is 'shit.'

"MAX!" I say turning off the water.

"My bad," he said.

I grab my towel and wrap it around me, stepping out. I was almost done, but clearly, I'm gonna have to get back in when the water cools. I reach for the handle to grab some of my other skincare. I go to open the door. It won't open.

'Oh, come on," I think, giggling at the door handle to try and make it open.

"looks like we'll be trapped for a while," he said, unamused.

"Great," I said rolling my eyes.

I could feel him staring at me. I look over as he pulls me into his kiss. His kiss was soft and passionate. I gave in and kissed back.

What felt like ages, were only seconds. Soon enough his clothes were on the floor and my towel was thrown off my body. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me close. Leaving kisses on my jawline and down to my neck. One hand rested on my thigh, and the other on my waist.

"You want my dick, you dirty slut." He said, slapping my upper thigh.

There was pure bliss flowing off the steam and the rough kisses he was planting on my body.

He pulls me up on the top counter and slid into me slowly. I throw my head back, running my fingers through his hair. His hand runs up to my cheek and pulls me to face him. His eyes told everything. He wanted it just as much as I did.

He went faster and faster as his lips crashed into mine. I felt my climax come slowly, and then all at once.

"Fuck Max!" I yelled, letting my body go limp against his skin.

"For my enemy, you sure take me well."

"For my enemy, you sure do it good."

Sorry if this isn't very well! And also again would just like to apologize for the lack of posting, and how long it took to put this out!

#mjf headcanon #aew mjf #cassidystarks #aew wrestling #aew x reader #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling

[balkanradfem]

I stumbled on your post on Harry Potter. And I want to say thank you, bc you are first person to explain to me why I do not like Hermione and Ron pairing. Well, I read books when young and I mostly was swayed by other works I had atm. But Hermione and Ron story always made me sad for reasons I could not explain, but it just had this bitter 'this is life and you accept that it's not like you wanted' feel to it. I could it explain it as the common trope of smart and great girl getting average guy who likes her and being happy bc he treats her nice. Which is trope I dislike too. I am not into fandom enough to go back and read the books again, I just vaguely remember what I read, and you explained it well by saying that both Ron and Harry actually did not care for her for a long time. I at that time could not relate to her exactly bc her struggle was not shown. So I took her as a bit of ideal Mary Sue character, but when reading it as quite a kid then, I remember thinking all kinds of things like: Hermione is one of a king, I can't be that smart, I can't study that much bc I can't focus, my teeth are crooked and I can't fix them like her, so I will stay uggling forever, I will cry and wipe and be upset and have trauma and insomnia, I will never be as confident.. and so on. What I mean is, it seemed like she just had inborn talent, and while it's great, my self esteem was terrible (greatly bc I am 'ugly' type, not pretty type, even if I don't agree with those qualifications, it's what other people would qualify me). I remember often feeling the same about other books with main female characters, I just felt like I can't never aspire to be like them, first bc about my looks and I don't know how to fix them. And also in personality and strength, bc in story it was often that they were kinda cool and strong, and just could do things. And I never was that resourceful. Even with romance, heroine either needed to be pretty to be saved by prince, or very good at being social and healing people with their warmth, and I was bad at both. Can't really be warm and healing when you are traumatized potato. Well, that ended up really long, but I relate to your post a lot as also a kid who mostly was learning of word via reading. I used to like sci-fi, but I read both classics as well as modern, and a lot of those books were so degrading to their female characters, and I remember how I was sometimes devastated, but accepted it as some real world truth.

Thank you for writing this message to me! It means a lot for me to know that I helped something to click, and you're right about Hermione, and about how books shape our views that we're either 'pretty' in conventional sense, or we just don't get to be heroines, regardless of talents.

I can relate so much to wanting to be like Hermione! She was incredibly smart and brilliant and she was allowed to have bushy hair and crooked teeth and she was still so important and vital to the story. It's a bit sad that her features change with time and she too changes them for a special occasion. We could have done with a heroine that looks a bit messy but it doesn't matter because nothing would ever get done without her!

And it's true that for the rest of the trio, she was just a nuisance except when they needed her to fix their homework or just as someone to lash out on. Sadly I believe for Ron she was just turned into romantic interest because he felt kind of an ownership of her, he bullied her relentlessly and was a complete nightmare before figuring out how to manipulate her into a relationship. I believe if we had grown Hermione more, and she found out about feminism, she would have dumped him.

The books do damage our view of ourselves if we're not conventionally pretty, warm and healing, helpful and brilliant, and if we instead need attention and help to overcome our own struggles. But this is why we're real people, we're not made to tell a story with our life, we're here and we're alive, and I don't believe appearance directs the course of our life, or our value. I don't believe any bit of my life would be different if I looked prettier, there are circumstances in reality like class, environment, patriarchy, financial resources, upbringing, trauma, and they often set our life path more than appearance ever could. Media sells us the story that we too can become problem-free, and ImportantTM if we're pretty, and all our circumstances would change then, but they wouldn't. Pretty doesn't work to our benefit more than getting us certain kinds of attention and maybe a pass at few non-important issues (tho m*n get extremely jealous so they blow these issues up like it's the pinnacle of life to get a free pass sometimes, losers).

But I agree with your point. Our heroines should get to be messy and 'ugly' with all their features crooked and weird, and they should get to be traumatized and help no one else, but be helped, be important, be vital, get attention, and get love.

#harry potter #hermione granger #books messing up with our view of ourselves #feeling second to fictional characters for their fictional beauty #i'm sorry if my own ideas about appearance fall flat #i'm a person who cares about appearance very little and i struggle to see the other side sometimes #but i feel like other problems are always more important and appearance is not something i have any attention or energy for #there are chores to be done who cares how i look doing them

[sleepyemoxd]

I'm in an extremely angsty mood sooooo I promise the next headcanons I post will be pure fluff with tickles and hurt/comfort

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog I'm blaming you for this because your gutwrenching angst inspired me lol

HEAVY TW FOR DISTURBING AND GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE AND ABUSE ⚠️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The p&s staff decided that "Hey, how about we pretend to decommission Moon while he was still online and conscious? Wouldn't that be hilarious?"

Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. They basically took him to p&s after his patrol and strapped him to their makeshift electric chair, cranking the voltage of the electrical restraints up to level nine.

At first Moon was extremely confused as to why they were setting it to such a high voltage level when he hasn't done anything to provoke it. To which one of them explained in an unnervingly monotone voice that he was being decommissioned and that if he tried to protest it was gonna be way more painful.

This made the lunar animatronic's stomach churn, all confusion being replaced with fear and dread. He started pleading desperately for his life. Asking repetitively "W-why are you d-doing this?? I-I-I've been good!! Right??? ....Wh-what did I do wrong?? PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG!!"

This only seemed to irritate them.

The first thing they did was disconnect his voice box, can't have someone catching them red-handed because they heard the animatronic screaming his head off in pure agony! One began removing his stomach hatch painfully while the others were removing what was the robot equivalent to skin as he squirmed silently in pain, coolant dripping from said injuries. On top of that, every time he moved the restraints activated, sending agonizing shocks throughout his entire body, causing him to whimper pitifully since it was the only sound he could make considering that his voice box was disconnected.

Going through with their word, the workers stopped for a moment and cranked the voltage up to ten and set a timer for five minutes, watching bitterly while he struggled.

After what felt like an eternity, the timer finally went off, putting an end to the electrical currents that surged through his overstimulated sensors.

Then, to his surprise, the workers reconnected his voice box. Though, he could choke out staticky sobs and gasps as he stared at them with bewilderment.

EVERY. WORKER. IN. THAT. ROOM. BURST OUT CACKLING LIKE A GROUP OF FRIGGIN MANIACS

why were they laughing?? was this some kind of sick joke???

Artificial tears flooded his eyes, streaming down his faceplate like waterfalls. Once they finally stopped rolling on the ground with laughter they began reattaching his stomach hatch and the metal plating they had previously removed, still chuckling about their little 'joke'.

They thought it was absolutely the funniest thing on earth, heck, some even secretly filmed the whole ordeal.

Moon, however, did not...

He sobbed quietly the entire time as they repaired the damage they caused. Noticing this, the workers started degrading him. Saying things like "Seriously? I thought you said you wanted to be decommissioned." and "Oh suck it up, will ya? It wasn't THAT bad." and "Tsk! Serves ya right after all the hell you've put us through." and "C'mon! It was just a joke!"

Their snide remarks absolutely crushed him.

The pain. The humiliation. Their comments.

When they unlocked his restraints he practically collapsed, curling in on himself and sobbing.

Dear stars he felt pathetic.

The workers yelled at him angrily, demanding for him to get up. He barely managed to do so, his brain slowly processing what had just happened.

Finally he managed to get enough strength to bolt out of the protective cylinder. Even though he had no earthly idea where he was going, he knew that he had to get away from there. From them.

He quickly found a small, dark, space and hid, feeling himself begin to spiral, memories and self-hate flooding his thoughts.

Eventually, one of the glamrocks did find him, but when they tried to help him he panicked. Begging and pleading hysterically to whom he thought was one of the workers that played part in that sadistic 'prank'.

"St.. stay away from me, STAY AWAY!!! P-please don't h-hurt me-NO NO NONONO I-I DON'T WANNA G-GO BACK THERE! PLEASE PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK!!!"

You can imagine how that went down

Especially when the entire group finds out

#angst #fnaf sb #daycare attendant #fnaf moondrop #tw abuse #tw torture #was only planning to write a headcanon #not an entire fanfic #but eh whatever

[someprettyboat]

I am angry.

Truthfully, I've been angry for a very long time. Decades. But I am female, and as such, I have been instructed and trained in the fine art of suppression. "Don't blow it out of proportion."  "Control your feelings."  "Anger is ugly."  "You're fine, it's not the end of the world."  "Other people have it much worse than you, stop making a big deal out of nothing." "Take it as a compliment." "You're overreacting."

I am old enough to no longer give a shit what other people think of me, least of all men. 

I've been suppressing and keeping quiet and ignoring and blowing off and not saying anything for well over thirty years. But I can't stand it anymore. Guys, sit down. I gotta get this off my chest, and you need to really focus and listen. Don't interrupt or justify or make excuses or gaslight me. Just this once, please, shut up, sit down and listen.

I'm tired. I've been more tired in the past year than at any other time in my life. I'm tired of the Brock Turner's and the Elliot Rodgers' and the Bill Cosby's and the Donald Trump's. More than that, I'm tired of the eternal question which always pops up when these guys are finally exposed: "Well, why did their accusers wait so long to speak out?" As if the accusers in question were simply sitting, biding their time, plotting their strategies and waiting for the most profitable time to act, to thrust themselves into the national spotlight and reap their rewards, attaining fame and fortune and adoration with which to feather their nests well into old age.

Guys, it doesn't work like that. Allow me to explain the Domino Effect.  Imagine that something horrible has happened to you. Something shameful and degrading. Doesn't even have to be rape. Just a situation in which you were briefly stripped of your power and forced to submit to someone who had gained control of the situation. Someone stronger than you physically, someone in a position of power over you, someone armed. Whatever.

Now, you have been raised to believe that "making a fuss" isn't proper behavior. You don't want to draw attention to yourself. You've been taught to be polite at all costs, no matter the situation. You try to extricate yourself from the sudden mess you find yourself in. You didn't think it was going to turn into a mess. You didn't willingly step into it. Suddenly, a person who seemed rational just moments ago - and 9 times out of 10, is someone you knew prior to this - is behaving in a way that is not logical. You've lost control of the situation, but you also see it as your duty to appeal to this person's basic human decency. Surely, if you reassure them, everything will be alright. People are basically good and trustworthy and nonviolent. Right?

But what you don't know is that this person is aware of the fact that you have been raised to be polite and non-resistant. They know you don't want to make a scene or draw unwanted attention to yourself. They're banking on it. They're going to use it to their advantage. So they shift blame. "You made me angry. You dressed in a way that provoked me. You gave me mixed signals. You led me on. You brought this on yourself."

And, as beings habitually cowed and brainwashed, we question ourselves. Did we do those things? Self doubt and shame are swift to kick in, even if you know for a solid fact that you did not intend to bring this upon yourself. Maybe you did behave in a way that you shouldn't have. Maybe you said something that could have been taken wrong, in a tone of voice you maybe shouldn't have used. You start to apologize. You try to explain that you didn't mean it, whatever it was. But it's too late. They've already penetrated the chink in your armor, the ingrained belief that we must always be polite and graceful and nice, no matter what. 

Then something happens. You are belittled, or robbed, or raped, or beaten. You are groped or slapped or called a disgusting name. You have "gotten what you deserved" and your attacker walks away smug and self satisfied, knowing you won't breathe a word of what has happened. Shame keeps you from thinking about it. Fear of being seen as weak or stupid prevents you from telling, because a small part of you continues to insist that this really is your fault, you did bring it on yourself, and any attempt to talk about it - as if you were a victim and not an instigator - is eye-rollingly self pitying. After all, you're still alive. It couldn't have been that bad. Other people have been through worse. Just drop it and move on, why do you keep wallowing in it?

Time passes, and you pretend you're okay for the sake of others. You don't want to bum them out by sniveling about it and constantly casting yourself as the tiresome victim. But then one day, you overhear another person, or the friend of a friend of that person, talking about what happened to them at the hands of the very same person. You are not the only one it has happened to. And it's like a light coming through a stained glass window in a cathedral and shining down upon you. You are not the only one. You were not at fault. You did nothing wrong. And you find your voice again.

You seek this other person out and say, maybe hesitantly "Hey, this happened to me too." And when they tell you their story, you are vindicated and relieved. A third person overhears you and approaches, and with each story you hear, the strength you thought you'd lost forever comes back a piece at a time. Your fear and your shame and disgust is replaced by something else: rage.

This is why we "wait so long" to come forward with our stories. Because we're afraid. Because we've been made to believe it was something we did wrong and indirectly brought upon ourselves. We're not waiting to cash in. We're not waiting at all. We've been sitting here, drowning in guilt and shame, maybe drinking too much, maybe suffering from crippling low-self esteem, believing that were were the only ones and, as such, must somehow be at fault. And when we suddenly realize we're not, and never were, we are quick to stand beside the brave ones who finally stood up and spoke out, reaching for them like life preservers, speaking when we couldn't and didn't even know we had that option. It's called "solidarity."

And you know what remark from Donald Trump disturbs me even more than the whole "grab 'em by the pussy" thing? His dismissal of his female accusers as being too ugly to grope in the first place. His assertion that they would "not be his first choice." He's not denying his misconduct! He's dismissing their credibility by calling them ugly.

Let me tell you fuckers a story.

When I was still a reasonably young girl, I came home from work one night, walked up my stairs to the front door of my apartment, tired and looking forward to sleep. My neighbor's door, directly across from mine, was open. He was a white guy, unemployed, almost always drunk, covered in scabs, reeking of smoke. He saw me come up the stairs and began speaking in a normal tone of voice: "Hey. Hey c'mere. Hey. C'mon over. Got some beer. Hey, you wanna say hi?"

To be honest, I didn't really even hear him, didn't even realize he was talking to me. I thought he was on the phone, or talking to someone else in the house with him. Until I heard his next statement: "Fine, you don't wanna say Hi, fuck you, you're ugly anyway." I heard the "fuck" and the "ugly" and turned around to find him staring right at me. He was sitting on the couch in his underwear, drunk, picking at his toes. And yet I was the ugly one.

I was used to this shit by now, but still I stared at him open mouthed, unable to believe how fucking rude he was being, how apish and disgusting. Finally, I turned around and slammed my door as hard as I could. And double locked it. A while later, he walked by my window and yelled "BITCH!"

I yelled back: "COWARD!"

And my immediate thought was: "Perhaps I shouldn't have yelled back. Maybe I've made it worse. I should have just ignored it."

And that's when I realized how fundamentally fucked up the whole world was. Because that was my first reaction - to second guess myself, to feel guilty about defending myself, to fear the repercussions of my actions when I knew damn right well that that toe-picking ambient fungus next door wasn't at all sorry for what he'd said, did not see the irony in calling me ugly and had shifted responsibility entirely over to me, justifying his actions with: "You didn't say Hi, therefore you are a bitch and deserve to be told so."

I could sit here and excuse the behavior of men by saying: "Well, they're not women, they don't know what it's like, they've never experienced abuse the way we do." But I know that's not true, and it's just another excuse. Because men do know what it's like, whether they want to admit to it or not. Guys, I know you've been humiliated by your boss, your coach, your dad, your brothers and uncles. I know that at the very least, you've had your ass kicked by some guy you thought you could handle - is it something you tell your friends about? Do you ever talk about that emasculating, embarrassing moment to anyone? Or do you pretend it never happened to save face? No, of course not. Why would you want to admit to something that shames you to this day? 

From this day forward, you have no more excuses guys. And this is not up for debate. Talking to women like this is wrong. Talking about women like this is wrong. It is not cool, it is notsomething that "all boys" do, it is not something that should be expected and/or dismissed as something that "all boys" do, it is not a rite of passage, it is not acceptable, and we have never liked it. Take responsibility, learn the meaning of class, act like a man instead of an ape. Are Eee Ess Pea Eee See Tea, find out what it means to me and every other woman on the face of the Earth. 

And stop fucking asking us what took so long to speak up. Because the answer is "YOU." You and everyone else who helped you to build up this level of tolerance over the centuries with your ridiculous rules for us, your double standard bullshit games, your endless excuses. Your behavior is not our fault. We're done, do you fucking hear me? You can only taunt and bully and poke and pester and rape and kill us so much for so long, and you have the nerve to look surprised when we finally snap and turn on you and scream: "FUCK YOU!" and claw your eyes out and slam our feet into your groin? Really? Because if this reaction in any way shocks you, you are definitely part of the fucking problem.

Believe me, guys - we've already doubted our own stories and our own motivations, our version of events and even our own culpability. We've questioned the worth of "bringing this up after so long" whether it's been three days or thirty years. But some wounds won't heal unless you rip them back open again. And some shit won't change unless you speak the fuck up.

I am fucking angry, and I don't care if you don't like it.

#me too #male entitlement #violence against women #rape culture #victim blaming #too ugly to rape #incels #toxic masculinity #shame

[sheepskinnedgoat]

I guess it's greatly possible that I have a very... I don't know, skewed perspective about stuff like abuse and harm as a mentally ill person. People say stuff so broadly and I can't begin to describe how much seeing that stuff at my lowest points harmed me and made me worse. People are very good at framing things in ways that made me feel like they don't actually believe in people healing and doing better after making really huge mistakes. Because I made BIG ones and I regret them so fucking deeply. I am fighting with the concept of self-forgiveness because I've been taught that there's no retribution for shitty and abusive behavior.

I don't want to be so bold as to lay out what happened, but I guess I might as well. My wife is encouraging me and I've been wanting to talk about it, anyway.

Trigger warning for discussion of abuse, mental health, and suicide under cut.

Last year, when my mom started dying, I started declining very rapidly and severely. I don't think I've ever outright said this because of how I've been treated in the past for being open, but I have Bipolar I Disorder. I've seen doctors and therapists on an off over the last decade+ since my diagnosis. My struggle is a common one. I'm very typical of someone with extreme mood swings and psychosis. I most frequently experience dysphoric mania, which is where my psychosis typically rears its ugly head.

In these moments until last year, all of my shitty behavior mostly involved me expressing anger and frustration with wall hitting, throwing my things to break them, hurting myself, and degrading my wife. It was not always this way, but moving away from home and having an unforgiving job lead to me falling back off my medication. Over the last 3-4 years, I have become very terrible in my health and how I act when my brain overreacts to situations and stresses around me.

Then Mom got cancer.

I began having even more cycling, lots and lots of depression, increasing suicidal thoughts, and episodes. Bad episodes. One of the holidays I was meant to go see my mom, I had a serious meltdown because I was tired of going to see how much closer she was. It was hard seeing her dying. She was worse every time I made it out, and something minor had triggered another episode. I then locked myself in the bathroom and tried to kill myself.

My wife tried stopping me. I became physically violent and started saying really horrible things. This episode came to an end, and it seemed despite everything I had done very little physical damage to her by her own account. I do not remember much about what I actually did or said. It's like a faded dream I had once and only the outlines are left.

I had another episode I do not remember, triggered by seemingly nothing. She informed me later on I had hit her, and asked me why. I was unable to explain, because I didn't even know what she was referring to. I do now, but the overall details are gone.

Later on, not terribly long before she passed away, I tried to end things again. I recklessly drove to a graveyard on the back roads and began attempting to hurt myself. I started getting calls, my phone blowing up. I have some vague memories, but I am not sure if all of them are real. I do know I ignored my mom out of shame, but eventually answered my aunt. I think at the beginning I answered my wife and berated her before hanging up, but I'm not positive. I wanted to die more than anything else in the world. I was so angry. I don't even know why. My wife remembers how it unfolded, but ultimately none of it makes sense.

That was also the day my neighbor decided to pick a fight with me about my animals, which then snowballed in her repeatedly calling animal control, lol. Did not work out the way she wanted. She kept lying to them to get them out to see them, but they could never find the starving, tortured animals. What a fucking nightmare that was on top of everything.

My mom died, and I don't really remember how I felt or reacted or what I did during that time. It's difficult, and I think it's because I have been blocking it out as much as possible. Losing my mom was something I knew would be hard, but I deeply underestimated it.

Later on in the year, I did try killing myself again. Once again she tried stopping me, and even kicked in the door. It got more physically violent than the last time and I was more vicious and cruel.

Overall, I'm stuck with guilt and shame and self-hatred. Beyond these incidents, I lapsed repeatedly into despicable actions and behavior. I frequently feel out of control, but not everything I say to her is done in these extreme episodes where I'm trying to hurt myself. Rage is unfortunately a really major symptom for me, and it's activated by some of the dumbest shit. I feel like some things have become bad habits, and I'm constantly having to talk out things with my spouse because I cannot even imagine what it must be like to be on the receiving end of needless cruelty and vitriol.

I know what I have done is largely abusive and wrong. Things have been bad enough that I kept having long periods of not wanting help. All I have wanted is death, to not exist, to end what I'm feeling. Being angry is not fun. Being in pain sucks. Being sick is terrible. I am devastated by what I have done, but somehow my wife is holding strong and pushing me forward. Because of her, I managed to drag myself into getting therapy. I got lucky that someone in my local community is a therapist with the same disorder as me, and when she advertised openings I jumped on it, even though I didn't want to help myself.

Which is something key, that people bring up a lot online. People who don't want help are the worst, right? Irredeemable, it seems. I didn't want help. I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to die. I still want to die, but I've found a burst of driving force within myself and, as of today, I finally have an appointment with a psychiatrist to seek medication management. I cannot get any traction otherwise. Therapy has been helpful and my therapist is amazing, but there's no stability. I default to self-hate, guilt, and suicidality. I default to violence, though generally verbal excepting those instances of psychosis.

I can't grasp what I keep getting told by my wife and my therapist about being accountable but forgiving myself. It seems false. Impossible. It doesn't feel like I should, that doing that or pointing to my broken brain is appropriate. I'm always terrified what people will think of me if they know the truth of my struggles and how much I have hurt the person closest to me. My only support, because I keep distancing myself further and further from people.

In all of this, she gained friends that used me as a stop-gap for getting to know specifically her. It caused some rocky turmoil in our relationship. I blame myself for her mistakes there, because maybe if I hadn't been acting like a piece of shit, she wouldn't have felt so lonely. And they found out that things got bad, but not any of the details about it because they never asked or gave her a chance to explain when she wasn't distressed. I fear them and what they think of me. I fear them going out into shared queer spaces and telling all the queers I'm slowly trying to get to know that I'm a horrible abuser that beat my wife and controls her. Because they're not wrong. I don't feel like they're wrong, but they're also responsible parties in their own shitty behavior, but who would hear me after they find out I'm a terrible person?

It's... I suppose a bit self-centered, this paranoia. She tells me I don't deserve this, and that they don't matter. I'm trying to believe her, because if nothing else matters she does, and her opinions do. She has to live with me. She's married to me.

So I am untreated bipolar. It's a fucking nightmare. I fight with my abusive and toxic tendencies, that I fight to not participate in. But fighting back my unstable reactions to things is a chore and I become fatigued very often. I don't know why she endures for me, but she does. I love her, as much as I can. Sometimes I am numb, but she says she knows I love her and it makes me cry.

People are complicated. I have not always been very kind or empathetic. I only recently learned that having a hard time with empathy during mixed episodes is pretty normal for bipolar. It's not always. It's another thing that sees extreme differences depending on how I'm feeling, and I sure do feel too much too often.

I am healing myself as best as I can. I am working to do better and be better even while my brain persists on convincing me I don't want help; that I should just self-destruct. I am a human. I wish more people could see that part about me even when I'm not being a very good or nice person. I will be better someday, but it would be a lot easier if it ever felt like everyone else could give me the grace to fuck up while sick and still have room to take that accountability without feeling evil for my actions.

I have been a victim. I have been an abuser. Someday, I hope I can just be healed.

#this is long and was hard to write #of you arent going to be compassionate to the struggles my wife and i are facing i dont need the commentary #please grant me the grace of being able to post to my own blog about these experiences

[acourtofthought]

It hurts me to see so many Tamlin defenders these days it's all so triggering for me.

My parents relationship is exactly like what happened with Feyre but only the fact that she never got the chance to get out and she's still stuck and now it's too late. I see Feyre in my mother everyday but I live in a country and community that doesn't care for women opinion and they're considered as being "dramatic", "over-reacting" and "selfish". Exactly the things they call Feyre.

My mother knew while they were engaged that this wouldn't end well but her parents didn't listen to her and they said you should marry him and fix him, bring him children he will be better... bc my father been through some traumatic stuff as well. (Honestly while I was reading acotar and acomaf, I find it a cruel joke) So that was the way to justify his actions. And bc my mother didn't wants us to hate him, she would say this to us as well that it's not his fault but we grow up and we realised this isn't normal as much as he wants to claim he's traumatised. (Sounds familiar?)

my mother gave and gave and gave but never received anything from him still receives nothing from him. And you know what he does to make her shut up and don't complain? He buys her things or for us. He used to pay for my grandparents treatment. Just like Tamlin who paid for Feyre's family to keep her were she is so she wouldn't leave him.

My mother can't go out without being questioned that where is she going, how long she's out, when will she come back? She doesn't have a job!!! And the fact that he's doing it to me and my sibling as well is also very disheartening... I can't go out with my friends without being questioned bc its dangerous outside and you don't know what's coming for you... (I'm being serious this is exactly his words)

And he never hit us or hurt us in physical way that is visible, he hits with his word how he degrade my mother and sometimes us. So no one really sees what we've been through no one believe us bc there's no evidence of it...

And knowing that ppl don't even consider Tamlin an abuser but just a misunderstood character and deserving better treatment from readers while the ppl around him suffered? Yeah... its feels like people are not seeing us just bc he's hot or have money or is powerful or whatever...

I wonder if someone tells them they're overreacting and being dramatic how they would feel? To not be seen and tell them "you're acting childish suck it up"? How would they feel?

And only bc you did some nice things doesn't make you less of an abuser we need to remind that to ourselves... (just bc tamlin help in a war HE CREATED (bc he thought Feyre was his trophy) and help Rhysand to live doesn't make him less of a shitty person that he is...)

ps: this is just my experience I know for a fact that a lot of ppl experienced worse than us. its okay if you ignore this but I only wanted to get this out somewhere that might some ppl see and rethink what they're saying...

First, I'm honored you shared your story with me and I am so sorry that both you and your mother are still in such a difficult situation. It's easy for someone on the outside looking in to say, "why doesn't she just leave already?" but anyone who has first hand experience of what she's going through (either because they have witnessed a love one going through it or they themselves have) know how difficult it can actually be to walk away. They might be struggling with years of their significant other chipping away at their self esteem to the point that they truly don't think they are worth more than the treatment they've gotten, they might be in a position where they can't set off on their own for financial reasons, they might fear for what the significant other might do if they were to leave. And I do understand why, as you are currently living this, it is triggering for you to see people romanticize Tamlin or explain away his behaviors as "he was struggling so he couldn't help himself." Of course he was struggling however, that never gives someone the right to take their struggles out on others. I don't think we'll ever be able to stop those who are fans of the Justice for Tamlin rhetoric but hopefully you take some comfort in knowing that the author herself has been vocal about how wrong Tamlin's behavior was. Others can interpret the text however they want but at the end of the day, SJM, the creator of his character has told us that he is a toxic male, that the High Lord of Spring is a "douche" and I think that's all that should matter to you. You feel his behaviors were not acceptable and the one who wrote him agrees. I'm not necessarily opposed to seeing Tamlin begin to heal but I personally don't think he's redeemed himself at all at this point and I have no interest in seeing him fall in love again, regardless of his one "heroic" gesture in the war. He still physically assaulted his friend afterwards and threw Lucien's clothes on his front door. A year after the war and he's still making no effort to try and be the High Lord his people need. It's not that someone who was abusive doesn't deserve the opportunity to better themselves but I don't think they deserve forgiveness until there are actual steps being taken to actually better themselves. Since Tamlin still, as of SF, has not made any progress in the right direction, I understand why it's frustrating when excuses are being made for his behavior. Again, I am so sorry that you and your family are going through this. Growing up in that situation often effects our own relationships and self esteem and I hate that you have become a victim in something you never had any say in. Sending you lots of love ❤️