ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˢʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈ˒

a mix of nsfw dominant starters. most can be used for any gender (few are gender-specific) nsfw content. mdni 18+

“Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your mouth.”

“You’re so obedient when you’re aching for it, aren’t you?”

“Spread your legs and let me see how desperate you’ve gotten.”

“Such a filthy little thing, getting wet just from my voice.”

“If you’re going to make those noises, don’t hold them back.”

“You can take more than that.”

“Open wider. I’m not in the mood to be gentle about it.”

“Tell me how badly you need it instead of squirming around like a brat.”

“You’re prettiest when you just stop thinking and let me ruin you.”

“Keep your hands where I put them unless you want me to pin them there.”

“I know that look—you want me mean tonight.”

“You’re going to stay right there and take every inch of me.”

“Say please like you mean it, and maybe I’ll let you have more.”

“Keep grinding against me like that and I’ll have you begging.”

“Keep pushing your luck and I’ll stop being nice.”

“Stay on your knees and be useful.”

“Lift your chin. If I’m going to use you, I want to see your face.”

“You’re doing so well taking it, sweetheart. Don’t stop now.”

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you.”

“You’ll get to come when I decide you’ve earned it.”

“Spread wider. Don’t make me move you myself.”

“Tell me to stop and I won’t believe you unless you mean it.”

" neither should you, " he counters softly, almost like a subconscious deflection ; that doesn't make it less sincere. " but we didn't have a choice. everything just ... changed, overnight, and nobody ever — nobody walked us through it, we just had to figure it out because if we didn't, it could kill us. us, or somebody that we cared about. if we knew, back then, everything that we know now, maybe it would've been different. i don't know. but we're still here, " which hasn't always felt like a good thing. he doesn't need to say it. " we're still here, " repeated like he has to convince them both that it's a good thing. " and even though we've lost people, some of them are still here too. it sounds stupid, but ... sometimes i think that that's why i'm here. because of them. the ones that need me to be. my heart isn't gold, by the way, " added with the curl of another smile, only mildly self - deprecating. " it's more like a marshmallow, probably. or a punching bag. "

she takes her turn to echo, ❛❛ we're still here. ❜❜ she doesn't sound any more certain of that being a good thing, though. not with how many people she's lost, how guilty she feels to be the one still standing. that no matter what pretty words she tells herself in her worst survivor's guilt moments, the reality is she's not special and there's no good reason she should be the one who's made it through. no reason other than the effort and sacrifice of the people she's lucky enough to call her friends and family. and perhaps the worst part, she's grown reliant on them doing it. she knows she has. she's grown comfortable, able to expect someone will step in when things get bad. now matter how much she tries to help and be there for others, she's more often than not at the center of the problem. no one can deny if it weren't for her, her loved ones wouldn't have had to go through most of what they have. ❛❛ we're still here because there are still more people we can help, ❜❜ she agrees. that's an easy answer, one that maybe takes a bit of the edge off her guilt. she's still alive because she can still be useful. his next words stop her before she can spiral any further, and she manages a soft chuckle. ❛❛ then it's the strongest marshmallow known to man. ❜❜

slender fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, the action self-soothing and done without her noticing. ❛❛ sometimes i fall into the trap of wondering how things could be different if . . . none of this had happened, ❜❜ she admits, almost sheepish. ❛❛ i know it's pointless, that we can't go back in time and change anything, but i do it anyway. usually when i'm trying to fall asleep. things just go round and round and i keep thinking about all the things i handled wrong and who i could've saved if i hadn't fucked it up. and i also know it's just the hindsight is 20/20 effect and i couldn't have known then what i know now, but that doesn't make it any easier. ❜❜ she's not sure why she's spilling her guts like this, other than there's something about scott that's just so. comfortable. easy to talk to. and now she's burdening him with her issues when he's surely got enough of his own things to worry about. she really can't stand herself sometimes, and she gives a self-deprecating laugh. ❛❛ sorry, i usually just write these kinda things in my diary to get them off my chest. didn't mean to word vomit on you like this. ❜❜