#hearth writes

[heartheyeter]

After ‘accidentally’ getting into a shitload of debt, your best friend gives you the stupidest idea known to man.

Unfortunately, you're desperate enough to give it a shot.

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Ren [REDACTED] x Angel!MC Reader

(emphasis on REDACTED)

MDNI (18+)

Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, rough sex, teasing, praise, choking, manhandling, spit as lube, unprotected sex. AFAB reader but no specific pronouns, interpret it however. also not beta-read lol. Lowk a crackfic but the smut and plot is taken seriously. 

Fuck. 

Yeah, you're cooked. 

With summer rolling up and your classes coming to a halt, you thought it was finally the end of your torment. Clicking ‘submit’ for the last time on your screen, you breathed a long sigh of relief, just barely making it a few minutes before the deadline. Peaceful, isn't it?

That was until you carelessly knocked over a plant pot on your balcony. Hell— you don't even remember when you placed it just by the edge.

Crack!

Unfortunately for you, it crashed hard onto what looked like an expensive car. 

Great.

You drowned in an earful from a head of blue hair, some shit about how he was borrowing a friend’s car and that he’d ‘beat your ass’ if you don't pay back the cracked windshield on the sleek black corvette. Like god, who actually lends sports-cars to their friends?

And as always, Moth went ahead and knocked a solution your way… though questionable for sure. 

Your fingers tap away at the screen, absentmindedly scrolling through the account creation tab. 

Age? You're pretty sure it's unhappily married businessmen that's gonna whip you up the quick buck you need. But God, do you really want shrivelled dick? Your shoulders wince for a moment at the thought, but you slide the range over to the 40s to 60s anyway. 

Just in case a good offer comes up, you convince yourself.

The next part is easier, filtering through your gallery for the most ‘scrumptious’ (according to Moth) pictures you have of yourself. Confident or not, you gotta work with something. Settling with some simple fit-checks and selfies, you continue to tap at the next button.

‘looking for temporary financial aid’, you write on your profile description. 

Totally unsexy, but it's realistic. It's not like you specified what you're looking for anyways (you totally meant part-time work offers), but the last thing you'd want is someone clinging on your ass with the idea that there's more to it.

Now this is the fun part.

An array of profiles fill your screen, plastered with pictures of old men. Some pose with a large fish catch in their hands, while others are seated and dressed clad in business-suits within what looks to be fancy hotels. Fingers tapping away at the screen, you carelessly like all their profiles. The more the merrier, yeah? You scroll for some minutes until the loading bar on the very bottom of the screen just takes too long to load.

Gosh. At this rate, you honestly doubt you'd get far with this plan. Groaning into your hands, you click your phone off and set it aside with a plop.

Ding ding!

An unfamiliar tune springs up from your phone. You turn to the side to peek at the screen, realizing you received your first reply. Quickly entering your password in, your eyebrows twist into confusion as your eyes land on the profile you matched with.

Holy shit.

You don't know whether to be concerned or impressed at the set of pictures on your screen. Leaning against the side of a large sports-bike, the towering figure consumes a good chunk of the image with just how bulky and tall they seem. Unfortunately, the helmet hides away the owner of that admirable physique (but it's not as if the mystery behind it isn't sexy either.) The profile follows with a similar trend on each picture, showing off the stunning angles of this mysterious figure but in ways that just keeps them anonymous.

But—

You swear you specifically set your attraction range pretty high up there, and there's just no fucking way this guy is even anywhere close to his 40s… right?

Looking back at your settings, you notice that all the other recommended profiles are gone. The fuck? You pass it off as a shitty application bug, it's a small indie company anyways. 

Tapping back on the chat log, you see their enthusiastic response.

Ren_exe: This is giving sugar baby vibes LOL But okaaaay! Give me a sec, angel ^^

The response completely hits you like a slap on the face. Is this really the same bulky looking biker guy you were ogling at just the minute before?

angelxharuko: what tf do you mean?

Ren_exe: Financial aiddd, rightttt?

angxharuko: just a one time thing. idk if you should consider that a sugar baby role.

Ding!

A notification pops up on the top of your phone, a— holyshitballs transfer of $1000.

angelxharuko: hey how the fuck did you do that??

Ren_exe: It’s a feature, sillyyy. Your number's connected to the app and that's connected to your bank acc ^^

Since when was that a thing?

Ren_exe: But anyways, I just wanted to show you a little bit of what I could give you….

Ren_exe: Interested, angel?

Silence overtakes the air as you ponder the weight of this decision. Is it safe? Probably not. But you doubt you'd be able to leave your apartment ever again with the threat of a very seemingly angry blue-headed freak. 

angelxharuko: what do you want?

Ren_exe: Nothing much, just come over

They send over a link to some high-rise apartment, not too far from your own place. It's no surprise, considering just how loaded the guy looked, but it would also be your first time entering the boundaries of a luxurious place like this. 

angelxharuko: not even a date first? damn.

Ren_exe: Ohhh? If that's what you want, idm either LOL ^^

At this point, it was clear as day that what they wanted was sex. Well, it’s not as if you weren't a little interested in them either. You catch yourself staring at the man’s pictures, wide shoulders, toned stomach, and oh God— 

Tattoos? You don't know how you managed to miss them earlier, but you feel the sight of this unbelievably annoying guy to take effect on you.

angelxharuko: it's fine, i’ll come over. just be sure to pay me my worth.

You opt to omit the winky face from your text, deciding it was enough embarrassing decisions to be made for the day. The man sends you over a time to come tomorrow. 6 PM? Oh yeah, they definitely wanted sex. As long as the pay is good… You just want to get it over with, lest your summer break gets filled with scrubbing grimy dishes in run-down restaurants.

The next morning comes by in what felt like days, your body sluggish as you failed to get a wink of sleep that night. Did you feel nervous? Excited? You weren't exactly sure yourself, but with the clock ticking closer to noon, you finally shuffled your way out of the blankets to get up.

Daily routine aside, you thought to be a bit bold with today's ‘date’. You doubt your outfit today would really matter, not as if they'd stay on for long. Throwing on whatever casual outfit you have above your little surprise, you quickly walk your way over to the red dot on the map of your screen. 

It's not completely different to the rest of Corland Bay, but you can definitely see how much more maintained their public facilities were; what looks to be perfectly new streetlights, trimmed bushes that didn't eat up half the road, and sidewalks without potholes? Curse the government. 

You eventually arrive at the highrise building, striding towards the automatic door. On the way there, you almost miss the line of obnoxiously fancy cars seated at the parking lot.

Huh? This one looks just like the one I hit the other day…

Brushing it off as some stupid rich-people trend, you ring up the room number he sent. It only takes a second before the intercom speaks out a low voice.

“Come.”

And then, the automatic door slides open. The elevator music doesn't ease you any better as you slowly ascend, eventually reaching the desired floor. The doors slide open, only for you to mindlessly walk into a firm wall. Wait—

You stumble back, craning your head uncomfortably high to see a towering figure, hair jet black with tufts of pink peeking at the tips. You can spot the array of tattoos crawling down from his neck and arms, barely shielded with the loose t-shirt on his body..

“Oh, uh.” You were taken out of your trance by the sheer expression on his face, uncharacteristically flustered like a timid school boy. 

“You're Ren, right?” Or at least that's what it was on their profile. You notice his hands move shyly to fiddle with his fingers.

“Yeah, s’me.”

Nodding silently, you both awkwardly shift your way over to the entrance of his penthouse, which itself already rivals the biggest room in your apartment. Slipping your shoes aside, you were barely able to take in the large expanse of marble and minimalistic furniture as Ren guides you to what seemed to be their office.

You're not sure what any normal person would need four monitors for but you pass it off as a tech guy kind of thing. Regardless, what comes next is what truly throws you off. Ren grabs the back of his spinning chair, and swivels it in his direction before plopping down comfortably.

“Sit.” He looks at you nonchalantly.

What the fuck. Is it some kind of dirty desk sex roleplay he wants? You didn't dare question it aloud, following his instructions. 

You awkwardly ease yourself on his lap, your back leaning against his broad shoulder. With you comfortably sitting against him, Ren pulls the chair closer to his desk. The air fills with mouseclicks and keyboard taps, the mild whizzing of his PC fan barely present amongst the other noises. 

“What are you doing?”

“Work.”

Silence passes for a brief minute.

“Did you seriously call me here just to sit on your lap?”

And another gap of silence, which he doesn't fill this time. 

You feel almost offended. Not only were you wholeheartedly prepared to get plowed by a hot, rich, emo boy— but the fact that he doesn't spare you a glance is what really pisses you off. Recalling your current financial situation, you didn't voice your complaints, simply accepting the embrace of his towering figure behind yours. With Ren up close, it's easier to see every crevice and detail of his arms. You begin with his biceps, tattoos lined with black and red ink trailing down to his forearms. You don't miss the way they move with every motion on his desk, warmth occasionally brushing your own arm whenever he nudges you on accident. 

Were you really the only one getting hot and bothered? You swear the room grew warmer, cursing whatever supposed high-quality air-conditioning they have in this place. Perhaps ogling at him from a closer angle wasn't the wisest choice in this situation, especially not when your mind had been running wild with scenarios all night. So, you indulge the thoughts playing in your head and do exactly what any responsible adult would do. 

Deliberately shifting your rear on his lap, Ren’s focus flickers onto you as the motions on his keyboard come to a halt, “What are y—”

“Hm?” You look up at him with your head tilted, feigning innocence, “I'm just getting comfortable, is that okay?”

“Y-yeah.” His composure swiftly returns, though you begin to feel a firm object poking against your thigh. You continue to move against his crotch, your goal growing even more evident as small whimpers the voice behind you. 

In a sudden, their hands shoot away from the keyboard and onto your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck it,” Ren sweeps you up in one  swift motion, arms cradling you against his chest as he stands and carries you like you weigh nothing, only to stride over and drop you against the couch of their office,  “That's how y’want to play, yeah angel?”

Firm hands trap you under him, his clothed knee pressing against your core while his palms surround the side of your head. You thrust your hips up, grinding yourself against him, and the programmer groans in response, sliding accordingly to time the rutting of movements together. Ren trails his hand onto your hips, grabbing harshly before dipping his hand inside the waistband of your pants. They roughly pull your garment down in one swift move as you kick away the piece of fabric that hung loose on your legs. His eyes widen as he unravels the lacey piece of lingerie hugging the lower curve of your body. 

“Y’don't fucking know how much I held back f’you.” His hands wrap around your throat, keeping your head down against the couch, “But you're just so greedy f’me, aren't you?”

Ren doesn't give you a chance to answer the question, letting go of one of his hands to dip his fingers into your mouth, prodding around as your tongue suckles the digits. He pulls them out, watching as your saliva trails out from your lips and glistens. 

“All dressed up like this?” They take the same fingers down to press against your clit briefly, before pushing two digits right inside your slit, gently thrusting in and out against the tight expanse of your inner walls, “So. Fuckin’. cute.”

A gasp barely escapes your lips before Ren pushes his mouth against yours to form a wet kiss, pressure slowly forming on the sides of your neck with his hands clamping onto you, while the other continues to loosen the tightness of your lower region. He pulls away before you could lean into his kiss, and you whine at the loss of affection.

“So desperate already. Y’think you can take me?” His gaze speaks as if you were a prey, looking down on you as your figure is completely held firmly onto the couch, all helpless and wet. 

Ren stops the motions of his fingers, swiftly pulling down his pants as well to free the thick length you'd been teasing the entire time. Your eyes go wide as you see just what's about to enter you, a mixture of fear and excitement creeping down your skin. With the height and build of this guy, it would be no surprise to guess he was hung, but this was just ridiculous! He lines his hard girth against you, slowly pushing in to intrude your pussy as tears prick in the corner of your eyes. The tip itself is already stretching you with a slight stinging sensation, and the soft coos and string of praises coming from his lips doesn’t help to hold back the growing red on your cheeks. 

The sound of squelching and whiny breaths fills the otherwise quiet room, and he eventually bottoms out with his dick completely sheathed inside you. Your walls clamp onto the new intrusion, and you shift uncomfortably at the girth. Ren’s gaze softens for a moment as your face twisted in discomfort, making gentle and slow movements to ease you into the feeling. It doesn't take long for him to pick up the pace, hands full gripped on your hips with your legs locked around him as he’s thrusting into you with fervor. 

“You're a sweet little thing, aren't ya?” Ren’s words come out breathless as his hips continue to rut into yours, “A fuckin’ treasure. Priceless.”

“F—fuck,” Words can barely form at your lips at this rate, with only a string of whines and gasps for more escaping your throat. You reach your hand out for him, and Ren leans forward in response, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. They press their tongue into the cavern of your mouth, sucking on your own until you push your head away to gasp for air. 

“I'm gonna—”

“Yeah? Cum f’me, angel.” Ren snaps his hips forward faster, his mouth twisting into a smile while he lavishes in your fucked out expression, “Let go f’me, m—my pretty thing.”

With a tight clamp of your core, he thrusts one last time, groaning as he releases deep into your hole. You both stay in that position for what felt like minutes, your legs lightly locking around his hips while his cock plugs up the cum threatening to spill out. You winced as he shifted, and Ren took it as a sign to gently pull away, easing you both into a comfortable cuddling position. Stickiness and warmth runs down your thighs, and you rub your legs uncomfortably to push the feeling aside.

“I love you,” You barely hear your name slipping from his mouth at the last second. You brush off the intimacy of it all as a passing moment of heat, gently pushing his broad chest aside to comfortably get a breath of air. But a shuddering feeling creeps up your back, as if something doesn't sit right.

Wait.

You never told him your name.

[heartheyeter]

You question if you know who you're really in a relationship with, and you show Ren just how you feel about him

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Ren [REDACTED] x Angel/Reader.

(18+. MDNI)

Crossposted on my ao3! first time formatting a fic on tumblr so sorry for any mistakes.

Tags: smut, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, AFAB reader but no specific pronouns. LOTS of praise (goes both ways), body worship, mild angst if you squint. He/they use on Ren, i hope its not confusing.

You may not be the smartest person out there, sure. But you're also far from gullible. It starts with the touches, slow and languid, as if Ren’s fingers were made of shards and yours were clay. It takes awhile before they hold onto you with confidence, easing you into a secure grip within the soft sheets. And then it slips out.

“My angel,” Ren licks up the base of your neck, tracing gentle circles onto your pinned wrists with his thumb,”So pretty f’me.”

They press desperate and wet kisses onto your skin, sucking with a deep fervour that leaves patches of purple and red, before using his other hand to cup your chin in a gentle grip, “D’you want this as bad as I do?”

You almost miss the glint in his eyes with his pink dishevelled hair shadowing over his face, but it was too easy to notice the sudden burst of boldness when your head’s not dumbed out by him fucking the life out of you.

In a split second, Ren redirects his hands to grip your hips, trailing lower to lift your legs against his broad shoulders. They press their nose against the wet patch of your underwear, taking in a long sniff like a mind-numbing drug. He shivers in delight from the contact, pulling back before quickly dipping his face in again to press firm and lengthy licks against your slit, eliciting soft breaths from your throat. He licks once, then twice, before haphazardly pulling the fabric aside with his fingers, slotting one in while his lips focus on kissing your clit in a gentle motion.

“So fucking pretty,” Ren mewls into your warmth with his tongue all caught up, drinking down your wetness that drips all the way down his chin, “Absolutely beautiful, shit.”

Their praises barely register in your brain as you feel hazy with pleasure. You buck your hips into his face, squeezing your thighs against his ears while he continues to lap up at your pussy. He inserts another finger, now two, stroking in a rhythm at all the right spots with just how long his digits are. Ren has you memorized like a map, his temple, his beloved treasure to be spoiled with pleasure.

You feel the coil below your stomach build up as he continues his ministrations, his breaths getting more desperate as the sound of wet squelching and slurping fills the bedroom. With one last stroke, you lock your plush thighs against his head, letting him soak his face in the delight of your juices.

The sight of Ren is pure sin, his face drenched with sticky residue as a thin line of saliva pulls away from your heat. You completely ease yourself into the mattress, breathless and hazy in the aftershock of the pleasure. He scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm loosely around your shoulder as he watches you recollect yourself, pale blue eyes slowly dazing into a daydream.

“Ren,” You whisper softly as if the air was fragile, brushing your fingers against his clothed chest. Your nails trail gently across his shoulder, then his arms, “Look at me, please?”

And he doesn't refuse, not as if he ever would for you. Their eyes flicker to yours, and you continue,

“You know that I love you, right?”

No matter the months of tousling sheets, intertwining of fingers, and breathless promises of eternity—Ren stares as if it was his first time hearing such a revelation from your lips. He always seems surprised by your affections, mouth slightly agape, as if he's ready for your feelings to dissipate into smoke in any second. You frown for a moment, and he, just as Ren always does, quickly notices how your eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. They quickly twist their lips into a smile, large hands encompassing the small of your back.

“Ahhh, you're so so so so so sweet to me.” Ren presses his face deep against your neck, taking in the scent of your afterglow.

But he does not answer your question.

You gently pull his face away from your embrace, pushing him down on his back. His face slightly twists into confusion, but he doesn't complain as you go up to sit against his hips in a straddle. His bulge doesn't go unnoticed, feeling the thick length twitch against your thigh as you accidentally press onto it. Ren flinches at that, shifting whatever he can of his legs to hide it with the sheets.

“Mnh.. It's okay, angel.” He insists like always, trying to ease you to sleep with comforting strokes against the back of your head.

“I notice when you get all rough, all jealous and handsy.” Ren seems somewhat ashamed at this, twisting his head aside to avoid your gaze. No matter his attempt to perfect the gentle persona he thinks you've always wanted, it's inevitable that things slip when there's just so much that threatens to take his heart’s purpose away. 

“I like it too, that part of you.” You reassure him, “I like you.”

 

“Point is,” You continue as your lips brush against the lobe of his ear, “You're sweet too, you know that?”

A deep blush creeps onto his cheeks and ears, a small whimper escaping his lips. You can almost tell what he's thinking with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes soft, as if lamenting in his head, Is it really okay? 

You take him out of that train of thought by pulling down the waistband of his pants, freeing his length from the uncomfortably tight confines. Gripping the thick base with your palm, you slowly begin working gentle up and down motions. You don't push them to take off their shirt, pressing a gentle kiss through their clothed chest.

“You're beautiful,” You begin, quickening the pace of your fist. 

“You're so kind to me,” Using your other hand to palm at his tip, you press another soft kiss on his neck,”You keep me safe, keep me so well protected.”

“I love the way you show others that I'm yours." Yours. Yours. Yours. Ren shivers at the idea. Totally, wholeheartedly his.

“Hah—fuck” A breathy moan escapes Ren’s quivering lips, “You're mine, all mine. And m’yours—hnghh, angel.”

 

All yours, all yours. He babbles incoherently. 

 

As his breath quickens, your aching wrist tries to keep up with the unrelenting desire to see him release right under you, your other hand shifting to rub the sensitive spot below the tip. At that, his fingers clench tightly against the sheets, loud and whiny moans erupting from his throat. His eyes are practically filled with stars as thick ropes of cum spurts out his dick, legs quivering while you continue to stroke it to the point of overstimulation. 

You press one last kiss on their lips, holding their cheek in your palm.

“You're perfect, Ren.” 

They whine at the sheer abundance of emotions that flow in their heart, the sensitivity of their dick and the softness of their ethereal deity infront of them. There's just so much, so so much when the entirety of his life had been void of all reason and purpose without knowing what your love feels like. 

“It's okay to be a bit selfish sometimes.” 

With all the energy drained out of him, Ren takes one last look at you before drifting off into a deep slumber, his chest heaving softly. You cherish this, taking in your beautiful partner in all their glory, as if capturing a fleeting moment that's bound to crumble. 

Because you know it will. 

In the morning, he would be gone, back into a facade of uncertainty, hands that brush with hesitation, and twisting dialogues that twist confusion in your heart.

You love him regardless, yet you still find yourself mourning. 

You give him one last peck on the lips before you pull your blanket over your figures and curl into his arms, falling into sleep. 

[heartheyeter]

kinktober day 1 (14dwy) : pet play

sub!ren / dom!reader

tags: pet play, dry-humping, edging, slapping, degradation, humiliation, dom/sub, ruined orgasm (or basically no orgasm lol)

dedicated to my puppy ren loving sadist oomf ^.^ @angelxharuko

“H-hahhh, fuck” Ren’s hips slides over your shoe as he ruts with abandon. He cursed the fabric of his jeans that sit unbearably tight and rough against his skin, which he's sure would've granted him the sweet release he's yearned for if they were just off. But Ren knows he is good, obedient— he would keel over with a single word, and the collar hugging his throat is only part of that reminder. If you ask him to get off while fully clothed, then your wish is his command.

SMACK!

“Dog's don't talk, do they?” Your fingers drift over the pinkish sting on his cheek before settling on his chin, tilting his glistening face up to meet your eyes, “Or are you not one?”

The soft click of his collar buckle is enough to send him into a frenzied panic— no, no, no— and he pulls his head back, releasing your grip on his neck. The disobedience nearly gets you to completely unlatch his leash, but Ren pops his mouth open to stick his tongue out, panting soft, heavy breaths before wincing out a needy bark.

“Oh?”

A string of animalistic noises pour out from his lips as his hips continue to snap back, and forth, and back and forth. Ren’s fist practically turns white with the grip of his sweater growing tighter by the second. The pressure is too much and not enough at the same time, like waves that wash over the entirety of his figure yet continue to leave beads of rough sand on his skin. You make no effort to help him in his growing desperation, amusement hidden in your dull eyes as if he simply wasn't enough.

“Baby?” Ren’s hazy gaze immediately snaps up as you break the silence, “You wanna come for me, sweet puppy?”

You don't miss the way his eyelashes flutter at your words, movements growing faster as if your statement had served as permission. But you stop him, your hand tugging his leash so hard that his head is yanked forward and the movement of his hips come to a halt. His expression tumbles from desperation into confusion, and the words that follow don't help his predicament.

“You're cute…” A fist catches onto the side of his hair, nearly clawing into his scalp, “And pathetic.”

“It was a question, not permission, dumb puppy.” The way you coo at him leaves him keening, and that's the final proof of disobedience you needed to deny him.

“Start over, pup.”

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taglist: @tr4shy-kittyyy

[heartheyeter]

kinktober day 5 (bllk) : dacryphilia

michael kaiser / reader

tags: dacryphilia, riding, degradation, no lube, unprotected sex

note: posted late, so sorry! had the draft in time but didn't complete it til today. please enjoy

you insist that you can take kaiser from the top. unfortunately for you, he’s going to be pretty mean about it.

“Fuck…” Kaiser’s hands are gripped on your hips as your knees sit straddled by his sides. Your slow descent makes his lips pull into a thin line, smiling at your receding confidence.

‘It’s not that hard to take you all the way in.’ It had slipped past your mouth before you could consider the weight of your words, forgetting about Kaiser’s pride and ego when it comes to his size and strength over you in the bedroom.

“You look pathetic, schatz.” He whispers right in your ear before nibbling at your lobe. You’re somewhat impressed that he isn't phased by your fingers latching on his shoulders, leaving deep marks on his pale skin, “You're barely past the tip, and you already look like you're gonna cry.”

A sniffle escapes your lips at the realization. Tears are beaded in the corner of your eyes, your teeth sinking into your lips as you attempt to suppress the discomfort stretched at your entrance. While this isn't your first time fucking Kaiser, it's certainly something to try take him without lubricant.

Your blurry vision shifts up to look at Kaiser, seeing that his gaze hasn't moved from you at all. Amusement, and maybe a twinge of something else, is plastered all over his face. A smirk pushing up the corner of his lips, eyes steady, and his hands groping at you with the threat of dropping your entire being on him at any moment— he's enjoying every moment of this— of you searing with pain and sobbing on his lap.

A warm digit strokes over your bud, a somewhat kind attempt at easing you from the pain. Your eyes meet him as he continues his gentle motions, letting yourself sink into him completely. The walls of your tight cunt flutter around his length, letting a few moments of calm before Kaiser suddenly snaps his hips up to fuck you in place.

“You didn't intend to just sit there, did you?” A sharp chuckle leaves his lips as the mild sting of the stretch has your knees quivering, “You're adorable when you cry.”

Kaiser’s hands keep you clamped down on his hips, rolling into you without a steady rhythm. It's desperate, searing, and it seems as if he's treating you as a ragdoll on his cock for his own pleasure. “Pathetic girl, I thought this is easy for you, no?”

Your vision turns into a blur as tears continue to well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and past your chin. Nothing escapes your lips but a babble of whimpers and broken moans— the stretch is all too good and all too painful at the same time, and this only riles Kaiser up even more.

“Hahhh… It hurts, please.”

“Oh? Too much, liebe?” He slams into you harder, stilling for a moment with his cock buried completely deep, “You wanna tell me how it feels?”

“M’sorry, plea—”

He takes your chin and dips your mouth into a feverish kiss, drool mixing amongst your tongues while he keeps thrusting himself deep in your pussy. The tight pleasure building in your core has you moaning into his mouth, pulling away to plead.

“Please, please, I'm close.” You gasp out.

Kaiser’s own breaths grow harsher with his thrusts, but before you could reach your own release— he pushes himself deep and firm, spilling his sticky warmth inside.

“Aww, did you think you'd get to cum just because you apologized?” He coos at you, gripping your chin as his thumb makes its way to prod at your mouth.

“You're not getting it, slut.”

[heartheyeter]

sae itoshi / reader (bllk)

tags: birthday fic!!, domestic fluff, mild hurt/comfort, reminiscing, possible ooc, vulnerable sae!

note at the end

in which sae forgets his birthday, but you're here to remind him — to be loved is to be remembered.

Sae blinks once, then twice, his typically composed face twisting into a bout of confusion.

“What's the occasion?” He walks forward, dropping his work bag to the couch before circling his arms around your waist.

Fairy lights are messily strung across the wall, sticking out amongst the minimal decor of your shared apartment. He can vaguely sniff out the smell of vanilla frosting from the background, itching his nose with the unusual sweetness.

You only giggle at his question, which arouses a muffled grumble in your ear. With a tug at his arm, you realize how firm your husband's hold sits around you, unwilling to let go for even a second. “Just for a moment, Sae.” And he only responds with a stubborn grumble once more before he lets you free.

Frowning, he plops down on the couch, eyes fixed at the buzzing fairylights peering into his vision. Your footsteps return his attention to you, standing from the cushion and turning back to—

“Oh.”

Sae’s eyes first turn to you, of course, his eyebrows softening at the smile plastered widely on your cheeks. He swears it's the most adorable thing to exist in this cruel world, and his heart trembles right against his chest at the sight. But then, his gaze falters downwards, your hands, and a round silhouette has his breath hitched from his throat.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Happy birthday, Sae.” You almost laugh again, if not for the sudden sight that has you aching. You pause for a moment, wondering if your eyes were playing tricks on you, perhaps the light reflecting from the candles— but no, and you quickly set the cake aside to palm at your husband's cheek.

Sae’s lips are pressed in a thin line, brows heavily furrowed like he’s pushing down a gate of rushing tides. And perhaps that's what it is exactly, and despite man as stoic as him, the doors unfurl, and he breaks down into your arms. His arms squeeze you almost suffocatingly, as if he's afraid you'd be swept away with the surging waves, and no noise fills the silence of the air aside the sniffling and shaking that comes from your husband.

“Oh, Sae” Your hands furled gently into his hair, “My dear, Sae. It's okay”

His hiccups grow louder at your gentle whispers, and he burrows his face deeper into your neck.

Ah, is this heaven? Perhaps his time had been up a long time ago, in the late summer where the waves had crashed to his feet. He remembers it as clear as day, that afternoon after another boringly perfect routine. The seagulls had pulled his gaze towards the sky, his feet sinking into the damp sand while he jogged. It felt grounding, cold against his skin, and a reminder that he's alive— only to tumble right into a stranger running his way.

Perhaps it was right then and there, where Sae Itoshi had passed and rebirthed, for he had not known what it meant to live just as Sae Itoshi, ‘some stupid mad-man’, and not some kind of prodigy.

If Sae could go back 3 years to tell his younger self what resulted from that encounter, he's sure he would’ve spouted ‘lukewarm’ with disbelief.

Pulling away from your drenched shoulder, Sae’s eyes shift to yours, somewhat abashed by the vulnerability of it all—but it softens after a moment, knowing that he’s home, he’s here with you, and he is loved— and so, he lets his eyelashes flutter a few more times, permitting the remaining tears to scatter down his cheek. A small smile tilts at your lips, and you keep your hand firm against his, like a silent promise, before taking the plate of cake again and holding it before him.

He can recall the days of his childhood, hunched over some candles and silently praying with his hands clenched together. At that age of the once young and innocent Sae, he might’ve wished for roaring crowds and golden trophies, a stadium to call his name. But now, with the lights humming above the dim kitchen, the slight waft of smoke drifting in the air, and the feel of fuzzy carpet under his socks? Despite being a man of silent ambition, Sae realizes there’s nothing more he could wish for, no ‘higher’ to reach, to fight for, not when you’re here and standing right in front of him.

You watch Sae shut his eyes, breathing out his quiet wish into existence, before he blows out the fire with one quick huff.

“So… Are you gonna tell me what you wished for?” You grin at him.

“Don’t be stupid. It won’t come true if I tell you.” He responds gruffly.

And perhaps it would take you a year or two, maybe a dozen, and fifty more to realize— all he could wish for was you, and maybe an eternity or so. And even then, he thinks it wouldn’t be enough, for forever isn’t a long time when it’s with you.

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note: its sae's bday in an hour!!!! dot dot dot dot.. too excited so here it is early

hellaw hellaw, sorry about the pause for kinktober, but i still have to celebrate sae’s bday! It's a bitttt cheesy. the people in the bllk community overall have been so welcoming and heart-warming— it's stupid but sae actually helped me leave a toxic long-term relationship LOL. long story. but yeah, he has a special place in my heart, and im really glad that bllk has helped me cope through a really rough patch of my life and that sae could give me the confidence to stand up for myself. (and shoutout to my bestie candidephenomenon too ESPECIALLY! love yew oomf)

thank you for reading if you've made it this far, sorry for the yap :”)

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kinktober day 6 (bllk) : massage

husband!sae itoshi / reader

tags: massages, groping, praise, body worship, established relationship. pretty fluffy and tame imo, no sex! more fluff

note: Oh my GODDD IM LATE AGAIN IM SO SORRY :sob: :sob: I'll work on both day 7+8 another time!! This week has been extremely hectic :(

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sae won't let his pretty wife think she's any less than perfect

The steam of the shower wafts into the air as you exit the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body. Your hands are tangled up in your drenched hair, gently patting it down and tying it up away from your shoulders

“Sae?” He's sitting on the bed, freshly washed before you and focused on his phone. Sae taps away for a few more moments, a text to his manager you're guessing, before he lifts his attention up to your face.

There's a handful of things that Sae can't accept in his life. The easiest and most obvious as an athlete is lack of discipline, of course. But above that, the frown on your face is enough to set his phone away from the desk, and you could see how the gears begin to turn in his head. He hates seeing you sad.

“You're upset” He observes, setting the pillow next to him aside to make room, “What's wrong?”

You climb your way to the other side of the bed, now dipping into the space by his side. This would normally pull you into a minor scolding from your husband, something about getting the sheets damp and how you should dry up properly to avoid getting sick, but he makes no comment about it as he's more concerned for your state of mind.

“The clothes you bought me…” You started, tilting your head away in guilt.

“Are they not to your liking?”

“No! I mean– of course they are, but I just don't really feel good in them.”

You watch as Sae’s eyebrows furrow, pausing with his lips tightly shut before he continues, “If it's the material, I can order you the same design but with–”

“It's not like that.” You reassure him, “It's cute… I just don't think they look good on me, my body.”

He looks almost offended at your statement, not regarding the clothes— but you? Looking bad in anything? It's impossible, he could almost scoff. The bed shifts in front of you, which finally prompts you to look at him once more.

“Turn around.” You're confused with the abrupt request, but you do so anyway.

With your back facing Sae, you feel his large hands unwrapping the towel wrapped around you. “You're beautiful, don't you know that?” The cold air hitting your skin makes you shudder, but before you could complain, Sae's fingers are gently digging into your shoulders, pressing soft yet firm pressure onto your body.

You relax into his grip, deft and calloused palms massaging your unnecessary thoughts away. Seeing you settle into comfort, he continues to trail down lower onto your arms, pressing a few light squeezes, before he suddenly latches his palms onto your chest.

“Sae–” You squeak out, looking down to see his hands needily palming and groping at your mounds. He slips a bud between his fingers, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“My pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed in the crook of your neck, “Don't be stupid, you're perfect.”

Large palms return to press on your shoulders. “From here–” His fingers trace down against your arms until it reaches your hips, “And past here. All so perfect for me.”

Your face practically burns red at your husband’s bold approach, shifting uncomfortably between the warm touch of his skin and the cold air. Sae briefly squeezes your waist, pressing another kiss to the back of your exposed neck, before hugging you from behind.

“Don’t ever doubt it, or I might just have to drill it into you”.

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you worry that you're a lot to handle, but sae tells you otherwise.

tags: hurt/comfort, unestablished relationship, implied breakups (not with sae), not necessarily romantic but he's there for you because he loves you (no matter what your status is)

note at the end.

Sae hates how independent you can get, or at least in the way you try to be. Your eyes are trained onto the drink in your hand, glossy yet unwavering with your lips thinned into a quivering line. Despite the bomb-drop of a question you've placed in the air, your cheeks are firmly upturned.

‘Sae, do you think I'm that horrible of a person?’

Perhaps if you were to ask a version of Sae, the one that's much softer around the cheeks and bangs still stuck down to his forehead, he would've dismissed the idea as such a pain. There's no use in entertaining the tepid emotions and opinions of others when you still have your goals ahead of you.

Even then, his teal eyes drift to your face. It nearly reminds him of Rin as a child with the way snot slowly dribbles down your nose and onto your lips, glossing in sticky patches that would be enough to make the average person flinch a little. (He swears it's the only reason he's desensitized to it, it's why it's so easy to cradle your palm against his own like this.)

Sae knows he's not the best with words, ‘cold and sharp around the edges’, they'd say. It's how he'd grown to stop caring of outside opinions, after all. But, he also knows it's not so easy for you, as much as he wishes he could mend your rabbit-heart into that of steel. And so, he does what he's best at.

"I don't think you are.” His warm touch squeezes your fingers gently.

The windows are shut firmly in Sae’s apartment, but the month is melting closer to November, which means the winds are getting harsher. Despite that, the grating cold of autumn had never felt more unnoticeable than at this very moment.

Your tears escape onto your cheeks as you finally blink, just as your smile now reaches your eyes. There's something about knowing Sae’s honest nature that has your shoulders relaxed. While it might've been scary at first to ask him for reassurance, you appreciate the certainty of his words, the weight of his feelings. Perhaps that's all you've wanted, all you've ever needed— was for someone to be sure of you.

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note: kind of a vent drabble or something hahaha. i kind of worry sometimes that sae (or well the rest of my faves) wouldn't even like me because it's troublesome, but then i remember he’s not a halfbaked loser. and for a man like him, loving me will never be too much. or something? (coping).

semi-hiatus for a bit. i still have plenty of kinktober drafts I'll be finishing up but rn im just blerghhhh + midterm exams.

i really think i need to put more dialogue in my fics but i fear that's a weakness of mine..

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sae itoshi x gn!reader

tags: domestic fluff, comfort, touch starved sae, drabble

when the weight of the world is on his shoulders, sae just can't help but crumble in your arms.

WC: 376

The glare of the television lights melt into the dim room. Bundled up in a soft blanket, your eyes flicker between the trashy rom-com you haphazardly put on and the clock on the wall.

It's not as if you're unfamiliar with your boyfriend’s crowded schedule which results in him returning home in the ungodly hours of the night, but there's always a mild concern that creeps in the back of your head.

You know your boyfriend well, or at least more than others.

Exhaustion on Sae doesn't come in grey under his eyes or a hunch in his back. Instead, it manifests in the form of heavy concealer staining the many pieces of cotton inside the bathroom trashbin. It's like he perfected the art of flawlessness— at least as much as a human could— like his entire life was broadcasted on a TV-show. You can't deny that there's some truth to that with his career, but you also can't deny your growing worries for this routine.

The soft click of the door catches your attention, prompting you to unfurl yourself from the comfortable fabric. It doesn't take long before a head of red hair peeks through the door, followed by a bundle of paper bags swaying into view.

Sae never says anything when he comes home, and you don't pry it out of him either. He speaks through the way his eyes trail onto you after a long day, how his arms naturally seem to gravitate to your warmth, and the way he buries his face into your neck with a muffled huff.

And your response, too, doesn't manifest itself in words. Sae waits with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you— and he doesn't need to hear ‘I love you’ to know that you do, not when your hands immediately reciprocate his actions by ruffling through his spiky hair, palming his cheek carefully as you stare at his tired eyes. There is no need to wait when it comes to Sae, for you've never been more confident about something your entire life.

Sae knows this too, but he’s horribly sure as well that he would wait a thousand times over for you if he needed to.

For loving Sae might not come with words, but something called ‘certainty’.

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‘I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you’ (Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi.)