#tw subspace

PHYSIOLOGICAL + PSYCHOLOGICAL SUBSPACE :: Almost exclusive to spanking but calling you mommy gets the job done too!

absolutely grew up disconnected from any parental figure so the moment he finds out what a mommy kink is, Nagi is enthralled

straight up starts calling you mommy in private and public

scenes with him are very structured and he obeys mommy extremely well

craves structure even if that means punishments along with them

spanking with the addition of calling you mommy during a scene is absolutely when he can enter his subspace

make choices for him, decide what's pleasure for him, don't make Nagi think of utterly anything and his body is yours

impossible to overstimulate when he's in his subspace while being incredibly sensitive over every inch of his body

but he is incredibly limp when he's this vulnerable so your positions are...limited

adores the confines of mommy's pussy if you're riding him and praising him after a good spanking and his bum is warm with the marks you left

or being folded in half, all six four of him, while you peg him and tell him how many more orgasms he'll give you bc he's a good boy

either way you decide bc Nagi checks out in the best ways the second his subspace hits with you

PSYCHOLOGICAL SUBSPACE :: He gets in his head about his own body!

he knows his weak spot and sometimes Chigiri obsessives over his weakness

that's where you come in

the first time was an explosively pleasant surprise during a particularly heated session that Chigiri kept insisting you keep going and that's when he accidentally slipped into that euphoric floaty bliss

then by back tracking when Chigiri realized he could slip just right into that perfect subspace when he's at his worst by how you made him feel

absolutely needs that connection and your guidance to let him let go and find his bliss

coax him thru words, praise and gentle touches over every inch of him working your way to touching his thighs and his legs

he will loose it the second you touch his legs while you're pegging him

acts a total whore and lets you use any part of him you want

very suggestible and very ready to please

his body becomes your gummy toy to do whatever you want with bc Chigiri trusts you with his most weakest spots

PHYSIOLOGICAL SUBSPACE :: Pain! Push the limits each scene!

a living breathing monster that lives to push the limits of what both of you can do!

Bachira experiencing subspace comes almost accidentally after an experiment with a leather crop turns extra exciting

make it more than just pain though he needs to be limited in what he does or how he can move - revoke his freedom and his subspace follows

preferable, strapped to do a chair if he has any say in it

pay extra attention to his thighs to break him sooner than later for each scene

and that goes for his cock as well Bachira gets off quiet well to the slap of the leather against his thigh or simply across his cock as well

trusts you to know his limit during the scene and bc of that subspace isn't always achieved

when it is though Bachira turns simply into a sex starved whore

exceptionally loves to have his mouth used when he's floating in his subspace

ride his face and suffocate him in your fun if you must the pain of no air to his lungs is ecstasys inducing

or fuck his throat with your strap telling him to wet it for you to fuck him with and he'll slobber all over the silicone like he's trying to suck a load from it

and when it comes to pegging him, you might as well let Bachi ride you bc your hips will give out before his subspace does if he earns the right of your strap in him

PHYSIOLOGICAL SUBSPACE :: Making him feel so much sends him adrift in his subspace!

break his calm exterior with leather and chains

emphasis on restriction of what he can do forces Sae into the comfortability of his subspace as his body realizes faster than his mind that he can't be in control

fond of both your hands as well as flogs and crops this man's body begs to be painted in red marks until he's agreed to obey

scenes with this man include breaking his spirit as a right of passage to his subspace

first time he responds to you with a "yes ma'am" means you're on the right track

fueled by pain Sae loves the feeling of loosing control of his body as it reacts to what you inflict onto him and not by what he's telling himself to do

total control on the soccer field leads to utter helplessness in the bedroom

his torso and thighs are where it's at!

the broadest parts of him where you can make the sharpest stings with your palm or a favored toy

he loves leather

eliciting different reactions from his body though in ways he couldn't think of also help this man slip into his subspace

temperature play integrated with some light slapping will have him obeying you while he is unable to talk back

Sae is extra willing to please you after his body is marked up by you in the most devilish of ways

PSYCHOLOGICAL SUBSPACE :: Overwhelming emotions gush over to his subspace!

will almost always ask for a scene in which he can slip into subspace if he's lost a game, hard a bad practice or any interaction with his brother

so...often

triggered by words; such as cooing, praise and being referred to as "mommy's baby" will instantly set Rin on the track for his subspace

touching can help speed the process along but Rin tends to take these moments as a way to decompress and let go as well

overwhelming praise brings out that passive floaty personality of his while you get the pleasure of disrobing him and peppering his body in delicate attention

skin to skin! skin to skin!

Rin wants you as naked as he is so he can mash every inch of his body into yours like he needs to crawl into you to survive

when his emotions are this raw overstimulating him is so easy and a must

every form of pleasure is welcomed from you riding him while he nurses and clutches you...to pinning him under you and fucking him until he's nonverbal...Rin expects the full spectrum if he trusts you enough to find his subspace

his subspace can be longer if you peg him and refuse his orgasms

“hey, baby,” you felt a familiar pair of lips on your cheek, and you smiled in the general direction of the giver. “hey, jamie!” you tried to walk towards him, but remus pulled you against him, and directed you back onto the previously set course. you groaned, but went along with him anyway. before long, the three of you had made it to your room.

remus removed his hands from your eyes, and you had to blink for a second, your eyes not adjusted to the light of the room. when your vision had finally cleared, you found sirius sitting on the bed, a gift bag in his hands and his back against the headboard. he patted the spot between his spread legs, and you scurried over to him, snuggling in with your back against his chest.

“heya, pup. you excited?” he murmured next to your ear, wrapping his arms around you. you couldn’t take your eyes off the gift bag as you nodded your head like mad. the four of you had discussed getting you a new collar, when your previous one had been, well, a tad overused and that you were deserving of a treat. you couldn’t wait to see what the boys had picked out for you.

“ok, darling, before we start, do you remember your safe words?” remus knelt down beside the bed and looked deep into your eyes. you gulped quietly, knowing that when he mentions the safe words before hand, the scene is going to be intense.

“yellow if i want you to slow down, or take a break, and red for a full stop.” you recited your safe words, and the boys smiled, oh so proud of their baby. “alright, pup, go ahead and open it.” james gave you the permission you so desperately wanted, and you tore into the bag, sending the tissue paper flying in every direction. sirius giggled lowly at your antics.

after breathless gift opening, you finally found the contents of the bag. a brand new collar, just like you’d all discussed. however, this one looked strange. there was the normal leather that encircled your neck, but there was a clunky looking box on the front of it, where you were used to seeing a name tag.

you turned it over in your hands, confused by it. “what’s wrong, pup? do you not like it?” sirius feigned offense, and you whipped around to disagree, but you caught onto his sarcasm, and laughed with him. james took the collar from your hands, and motioned for you to lift your chin so he could fasten the accessory around your neck. you obeyed, and looked up at the ceiling, waiting to feel the comforting weight of a collar around your throat once more.

when it was fastened, it felt so heavy in the front; that stupid box. you whined, not understanding why it was there, and thinking it would be much prettier with your doms’ names on it. “ah ah ah, none of that. consider this a test run.” remus wagged his finger at you, akin to the way one would treat a misbehaving dog.

you pouted, but remained silent all the same. remus reached forward and pressed a few buttons that you hadn’t noticed before on the little box, and a little red light appeared under your nose. “what-” you cut yourself off with a yelp, an electric shock zapping your throat. the pain ripped another squeal from your mouth, but that just caused the shock collar to activate again, sending another zap through you. this cycle continued until you were quietly whimpering against sirius’s chest, eyes watery with tears.

“oh darling, we’ve told you to be quiet, haven’t we? this is a necessary measure to get our point across, hm? you won’t be able to get it into that little baby brain of yours unless we use this, ok?” remus hummed, brushing some hair away from your sticky forehead.

“my baby brain,” you muttered, just quiet enough so the collar wouldn’t register it as noise. the boys around you smirked; they knew that when you started repeating their degrading words, you were under, and you were basically as malleable and submissive as they needed you to be.

james knelt between your legs and gently pulled them open, leaving your now soaked panties on display for the boys’ hungry eyes. “so wet from just a few shocks, aren’t we, darling? so desperate, so pathetic,” he spat the last word out, and you whimpered, only this time the collar heard it, and sent a shock through you once again.

“so sensitive, aren’t you? just how i like it.” he growled before biting onto the waistline of your panties, inadvertently nipping you, and dragging your underwear down your legs, exposing your core. you tried to close your legs as the cold air of the room made its way to your cunt, but sirius kept your legs pried open with his large hands.

now that you were held down and vulnerable, james reached into the gift bag and pulled out another object that’d completely gone unnoticed by you at first. a vibrator wand. you whimper at the sight of it and your head fell back on sirius’ shoulder at the thought of what they’re going to do to you. sirius grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at the bespectacled boy between your legs. “eyes on prongs, pup.” he whispered in your ear.

your attention was fully on james when he held the now turned on toy to your clit, and a surprised yelp escaped your throat. this activated the collar and another shock went through you. you bit your lip hard, and threw your head back again, disobeying to sirius’ words. you didn’t care, you just didn’t want to get shocked again, although you couldn’t help but get aroused by the little zaps of pain.

james didn’t let up with the vibrator, adjusting the level whenever you were too quiet for his liking, drawing breathy moan after breathy moan from your now abused throat. you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to cum all over the toy until you were seeing stars. and james was going to do just that.

you felt the bed shifting, and you opened your eyes to find remus straddling your upper body with his leaking cock out, ready for you. “wanna help daddy out a little, hm? open up for me, pup.” he tapped his cock head on your lips, and your tongue darted out to taste his precum. your eyes rolled back at the taste of him, and you opened your mouth eagerly. “fuck, that’s what i like to see, doll. so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” he groaned, reveling in the feeling of your lips around his cock.

you were trying to take him deeper, but with the combined feeling of sirius’ lips and teeth on your neck as well as james between your legs, kissing your thighs and fucking you with the vibrator, you couldn’t handle taking his cock down your throat. it was all too much, and on top of all that, you felt yourself getting dangerously close to the edge.

you let out a whimper around remus’ cock, making him groan. “aw, is the little slut gonna cum? whaddya think, boys, should she be allowed to cum?” remus looked at the other two, and they both sneered. “no, i don’t think she should. she’s been so naughty, hasn’t she? moaning ‘round your cock like that, makin’ the collar zap her? our pretty little masochist.” james chuckled and upped the level on the vibrator. fuck, you hadn’t even noticed the shocks anymore. they were just adding to the ever-tightening knot in your belly that was going to burst any second.

your eyes rolled back, and you arched your back and started to cum. until james yanked the toy away and sirius pulled your legs up against your chest to prevent any accidental stimulation. remus, however, stayed deep in your throat; so deep that your throat was straining against the collar. all the boys groaned at the sight and you felt some tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

remus was relentless with his thrusts, and had you gagging and sputtering around his cock. you hated to admit it, but you could still feel yourself on the brink of orgasm just from him fucking your throat. “what a little slut, getting off on daddy destroying her throat.” remus spat, grabbing the back of your head for more leverage.

at this point, all you could think of was getting remus off, so you relaxed your throat completely, and started swallowing whenever you felt a gag coming on. that had him moaning your name, and it was absolute music to your ears. the way thrust into your throat had you whimpering around him, getting him all the more closer to his release.

“gonna cum down your pretty throat, yea? fill your belly up nice and full,” his voice broke at the end of his sentence, showing how his composure was slowly but surely melting away. he was going to lose control. you nodded and hollowed out your cheeks, wanting nothing more than to feel his hot load shooting against the back of your throat.

and feel it you did. with one last thrust into your wide open mouth, remus came, a string of curses flying from his lips as he threw his head back in ecstasy. you swallowed every last drop, just like they’d trained you to do, relishing in the taste of him.

“what a good pup, you did amazing,” sirius kissed your temple, and nuzzled against your neck. you hummed at the praise, only to get shocked again. you flinched, and sirius cooed. “darling, how about we take this off for now. been so good for us,” he took off the collar for you, and kissed at your sensitive neck. “there, all better, pup.” you hummed your thanks, thankful that it was all over now. however, the ache between your legs was still immense.

james noticed you rubbing your thighs together, and smirked. “want me to take care of that, pup? want me to make you cum all over my face like the pretty little whore you are, hm?”

“yeah, she does,” remus chimed in. “make her squirm, james. make her scream for us.”

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For the life of him, Itadori Yuji can’t remember why he resisted it at first.

He faintly remembers the anxious feeling that bubbled up in his chest every time you explained to him the basics of chastity devices, showing him BDSM articles that accurately depicted what it would consist of from both you, the dom, and him, the sub. There was always a pit in his stomach he couldn’t quite identify when you showed him different silicone cages, telling him it’s best he start off with comfortable material and work his way up if he so chooses to participate in this type of play.

He faintly remembers the way he’d hide in your chest, clinging to your larger body and beg you to change the subject. The way he’d paw at you and ask you to make the ache in his cock disappear. He wasn’t ready to feel restricted, not when he felt so open and free with you. You, the first man who made him feel like this, so warm and protected, satisfied. But why did he get so adorably hard from a discussion such as this one?

It wasn’t long until things started to progress, until Yuji realized all he really wanted to do was give in.

Sometimes he cringes when you remind him about the first time you helped him with a plastic cage. The foreign, unnatural feeling. He thought his cock wasn’t meant for such a device, that it was strange to have himself confined and balls fit into a ring as he became locked in. He does his best to distract you with sweet kisses, hoping you won’t mention his whining and tears. But you know his tricks too well. So instead you, in a swift motion, pin him down and continue telling the story just to watch him squirm and pout. It’s no fun if you can’t see your sweet boy red in the face, asking you in that adorable voice to just forget about it. But of course you make it up to him, praising him for where he is now.

Speaking of which…

He does remember the warmth and buzz the first time you fit him in a steel cage. It felt different, everything about this one was right. The weight, the feel of the metal, the shape it gave his cock. And he absolutely loved what wearing the cage meant for your relationship. He quickly realized that he loved giving you full control, he loved proving his worth as a partner. He was your good boy, and that beat out any minor discomfort he felt in the beginning of the journey of wearing different chastity devices.

“Didn’t I tell ya, sweetheart? My good boy, you like this, yeah?” you ask him, hands smoothing over his hip bones, admiring him so gorgeous like this.

“F- Feels weird,” he whispers out, glossy eyes looking up into yours. It wasn’t often Yuji fell into a deep subspace, and it always required quite a bit of work, but damn. Like this he was able to fall so easily, so beautifully. “I think I really like it, sir.”

“It’ll take a bit getting used to, pup,” you whisper in his ear, taking a seat on the bed and easily maneuvering him into your lap, “but I’m glad you're enjoying this.”

And since then, it’s been smooth sailing. Yuji, despite what many would think from a quick glance, was naturally submissive. Although he was headstrong and eccentric, he undoubtedly was a giver and a pleaser. He loved seeing your face when he switched the cage out for a belt the first time you went out in public after establishing device wearing. You bet he has that image burned into his brain forever. He has the words you whispered into his ear as you fucked him later that day memorized verbatim. He thinks about them on the days you don’t give him as much attention as he would like. Just like the cage, your words are a reminder of your love for him.

At this point, the cage was a part of him. Wearing it felt natural, as normal as wearing briefs, shorts and a t-shirt around the house. Though it’s not like he ever forgot about the device. No way could he ever forget, not when you dangle the keys to the lock keeping him in place when no one’s looking. Not when your large, warm hands touch his inner thigh or squeeze the flesh of his hips.

But he can deal with the teasing, he can resist the urge to cup his heavy and tight balls in his hand in search of relief. Even if the way you touch him gets him going, whimpering and needy, that high is so much better when he isn’t feeling guilty.

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So he lets you grope, lets you use him as the warm sensation burns in his tummy. He gets embarrassed every time you make him say it, but he loves when you have him on all fours, unable to cum as you milk his prostate. It has his head spinning, hormones going wild throughout the whole experience. He loses it when you point out he’s humping the air or that he’s fucking himself on your fingers. And he’s a goner when you spank him, sternly telling him to stay still. These feelings beat out the need to cum and release, the proof of his devotion to you is all your baby boy will ever need.

“say it again, angel,” ayato teases, drunken-eyed looking at you while keeping your knees pressed to your chest, “you wanna make a daddy? did i hear my pretty girl right?”

boneless and fucked to your wits, you can only nod and look at him through your teary eyes. he’s taken all your ability to speak— reducing you to nothing but a sniffling, babbling mess underneath him.

“oh? then you’re gonna let me come inside your pretty cunt? fill this pussy ‘til it’s leaking? ‘s that it, pretty?” his lordly tone refuses to subside. how could he not taunt you when you look like that? how could he not give what your perfect and irresistible cunt wants the minute you said you want to give him a child?

“mhm,” you hum deliriously in response, little drool slipping out the side of your mouth, “wanna make you a daddy, ‘yato.”

it’s crazy to think how simple words could knot his stomach and make his balls heavier, but ayato can feel the shivers from his hips up to his spine. he is so close— breath hitching with his heart pounding in his throat.

how adorable, ayato thinks to himself. that with only his cock stuffing you full and a simple flick of his finger over your swollen clit, you can make such a face— drooling with your eyes crossing.

he is so close that all it took was that look on your face and a clamp of your cunt before he’s spurting thick and hot loads into your pussy.

he’s cumming balls-deep into your gummy walls, his and your body shivering as he grabs your flesh for leverage until he calms down.

he pulls out gently, his cocktip still leaking cum to smear all over your pussy lips. while you, on the other hand, is too fucked out to move a limb but the uncontrollable jerking of your thighs.

ayato leans closer to your ear, knowing very well that none of his words would register but still proceeds to ask, “shall we think of a name?”