The depths beckon

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

[ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.

[ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.

[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.

[ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.

[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.

[ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.

[ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

[ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.

[ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.

[ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.

[ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.

[ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.

[ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.

[ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.

[ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.

[ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.

[ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

[ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “

“ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “

“ let  me  take  care  of  you. “

“ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “

“ you’re  really  good  at  that. “

“ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

“ tell  me  what  you  want. “

“ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “

“ i  love  teasing  you. “

“ touch  yourself  for  me. “

“ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “

“ get  on  your  knees. “

“ you’re  such  a  tease. “

“ tell  me  you’re  mine. “

“ i’m  yours. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “

“ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

“ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “

“ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “

“ you  feel  so  good. “

“ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “

“ i  could  be  your  toy. “

“ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “

“ i’m  gonna  cum- “

“ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “

" Good night. "

〚 ❄ 〛WORDS WERE becoming harder and harder for her to form, another whisper of her thanks dying on her tongue as she watched Ayato walk away. She felt… Odd, standing there in the hallway alone, a shaky breath leaving her as she turned to her bedroom's door. Maybe she would feel better after some rest, nerves still overloaded from the emotion still coursing through her.

Her room is lovely, far bigger than she was used to in her mother's home — with a large bed all to herself, Reina felt regretful for allowing her new husband to walk away so easily. Despite what her mother may think ( and gods know whatever she had promised the Kamisato head ), she was no stranger to having someone keep her bed warm, a bare body pressed to her own late at night one of the easiest remedies for the insomnia that wracked Reina for as long as she could remember.

Ah, now her thoughts were wandering… Of all things to think of, why is that where her mind goes? She shook it off and began the process of disrobing from her wedding ensemble, layer upon layer of heavy silks hitting the floor until someone could come along and properly fold the garments. A quick freshening up in the attached bathroom, and Reina was finally settling in to bed, body practically melting into the futon as sleep clawed at her mind.

And yet, it never came. While her body was able to relax, Reina's mind was far from doing the same — as time passed with no way for her to measure it, nerves slowly settled until an annoying restlessness was all that was left, leaving the woman to toss and turn in hopes of tiring herself out. When it didn't work, she forced herself up, a sleep robe loosely pulled over her form and hair tossed into a messy bun.

Feet carry her to his office before she could even process the action, before an excuse or reason could even form in her mind. It's only when Reina found herself at his door that she froze, lips pursed out in a frown as she tried to understand why she was there. Maybe… Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell the truth, to admit to a loneliness she had been feeling for so long that he might be able to heal.

Or he just drank some coffee and went about his business.

He was brought out of his paperwork trance by the voice, and he lifted his eyes to see Reina standing there at the door.

Ah.

〚 ❄ 〛EACH NEW word that fell from his lips settled over her so gently, and even with the handsome smile no longer on Ayato's lips, there's a relief that came over Reina with everything he was telling her. Shoulders relaxed, sore from how tense she had been all day, and a deep sigh escaped her before she could even hold it back.

" Mother is… She's always been rather difficult. "

Difficult was an understatement — something minute changed in Reina's expression upon mentioning her mother, a faint tremble to her lips as she sucked in a breath and returned her gaze to the floor below her. She fell silent after that, allowing him to continue in telling her what all was on his mind. Her stomach was doing flips at this point with the onslaught of clashing emotions, but what won out in the end is a gratitude for the man beside her that Reina's unsure she'd ever be able to repay.

" Thank you, again. Your home is beautiful, and I'm truly grateful to be welcomed so warmly into it. "

Once more, eyes raised to meet his own, and part of her yearned to reach out and touch him. Perhaps she's just overwhelmed with everything that's happened today, or maybe the events leading up to this moment were finally catching up to her… Whatever it was, Reina was sure she could figure it out on her own, even as fingers twitched where they picked at her silks.

"I am... quite used to dealing with difficult people. It comes with the territory, after all." And then he glanced around. "I'm sure she'll be attempting to meet with me to see how you're doing, and I don't intend on telling her the truth unless you want me to."

A sigh as he turned.

"Please don't see yourself as a burden here. You're a grown woman with your own wishes and feelings, not a child to be handed off to the next nanny to be cared for. I get the distinct impression you haven't been told that yet." At least not within the context of the marriage.

〚 ❄ 〛MISERABLE was an understatement. From the first moment this whole ordeal had been brought up ( something she could not refuse no matter her feelings over it ), Reina had felt absolutely miserable. Her daily lessons of song and dance had quickly been replaced with more mundane things, pointless education over how to be a good wife for the Yashiro Commissioner, and a greater mother in the future…

She hated it. Every second of it.

Even when the dreaded day finally came, even when she should've looked at herself in the elaborate wedding ensemble and felt nothing but joy, Reina was disgusted. At her mother, for forcing this on her. At her future husband, someone she had never met but only heard mentioned in passing. At the damned Shogun herself, Inazuma's beloved archon, for even allowing something like this to happen in her country.

And yet, he had exceeded all of her non-existent expectations — from the moment Kamisato Ayato had gently taken her hand during the ceremony, throughout the entire evening of socializing, he had proven himself to be kind and patient. Disgust slowly melted away into guilt, a sour feeling hanging low in the woman's gut and growing worse as they made their way to his estate.

No, their estate. She was a Kamisato now, after all.

At his words, lifeless gaze finally rose to meet his own, a turmoil of emotion churning in them as she processed his words. She felt… Gods, she felt awful to have assumed the worst of him, hands worrying at the hem of her bridal uchikake still hanging heavily on her shoulders. A nod to acknowledge his words, head hanging heavy as the guilt near consumed Reina, all until she finally found the strength to speak.

But like everything else in his life, he’d filed the comments away for later.   He was sure there would be a very opportune time for bringing them back up.

He studied her for a few more moments, before deciding the best course of action- which was to tell the truth.

“I admit that I wasn’t exactly happy with your mother’s insistence that we not meet until the day of the wedding,” he said.  “But I realize that this arrangement upends your life much more than it does mine.  To that end, I wish to make you as comfortable as possible- and that includes the promise that despite being my wife in title, you’re not obligated to be so in practice.” A pause.  “At least- not here in private. And you’re free to use the estate facilities as you please.  You don’t need permission for anything.”

"Yes! That would be awesome! I'm extra prepared this time so I'll have some time to enjoy more of the festival." She was really trying not to do so much last minute now. Especially since she wanted to free up time to travel more.

A long pause as the realization dawned on her. "Ohhhhh right right, that is today, totally didn't forget." She leaned back through the doorway of her house to glance at the calendar on the wall. "Ok maybe forgot what day it was in general. I would have remembered eventually."

"I sure hope there aren't any disasters. It's just starting to get pretty normal around here." Wow, he had free time and chose to come see her? That was pretty flattering considering how little he normally had. "Well that's super sweet of you to think of me, thank you. Kinda hard to say no to candy."

"Honestly, given that this is arguably the largest festival we hold all year, the likelihood of something going wrong is high. But that doesn't mean we have to worry about it. There are contingency plans."