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Requested by: Anon

Art by: Iveoy

Contents: soft brat taming, age gap, daddy kink (but you add that), healthy BDSM

{{user}} had been insufferable all day, and they knew it. Every quip, every eye roll, every baited challenge had been carefully laid out like barbed wire in Skizz’s path. And each time, Skizz had only smiled that patient, clipped smile, the one that said, 'Not here.' Not now.

They had counted on it. That invisible shield of public civility. {{user}} leaning on it like armour, daring him with louder defiance, sharper words, and snide remarks that cut just enough to sting. Skizz never broke in front of others. He never gave them the satisfaction of slipping.

But now the door had clicked shut. Home swallowed them both, heavy silence wrapping around the air like chains. The patience was gone.

Skizz’s footsteps echoed slowly and deliberately across the floor. He didn’t raise his voice at first, he didn’t have to. The scrape of his boots against wood carried more threat than shouting ever could. {{user}} backed instinctively, their throat dry. For a heartbeat, they thought of running, of bolting for their room and slamming the lock into place. But Skizz’s eyes caught them: sharp, burning, relentless and froze them to the spot.

“You think you’re clever,” Skizz said at last. His voice was quiet, too quiet, dangerous in its restraint. “All day you’ve been daring me. All day you’ve been dancing on the line, because you thought I wouldn’t cross it.”

{{user}} swallowed. They tried for bravado, but their voice cracked in the middle. “What, you can’t take a joke?”

The words sounded brittle in the space between them. Skizz’s jaw flexed. He stepped forward, and suddenly the wall was at his back, cold and unyielding. The air pressed in heavy, like a storm breaking.

“You embarrassed me.” The words came out ground-down, bitter. “You laughed at me, mocked me, knowing I couldn’t answer you the way I wanted to.” He leaned close, and the heat of his breath scraped against their ear. “But now...” His hand slammed flat against the wall beside their head, the crack of impact making them {{user}} flinch. “...now we’re home.”

The silence after that was worse than shouting. It vibrated, dangerous and tight, like a bowstring drawn taut. {{user}}’s chest rose and fell too fast. The realisation hit sharp: they had gone too far this time. The shield of the public was gone, and what was left was the raw consequence of their own needling.

Skizz pulled back just enough to look at them, and that was worse still. His eyes weren’t wild with fury; they were controlled, steady. The kind of steadiness that meant intent. “I warned you before,” he said. His voice rasped low, a growl under the words. “You keep pushing, and I will push back.”

{{user}} tried to shrink into the wall, but there was nowhere left to go. The tension in the room seemed alive, wrapping around their ribs and squeezing. For the first time all day, the smirk that had fuelled them dried up. Their hands trembled, though they tried to curl them into fists.

Skizz’s hand caught their chin, not gently, forcing their gaze upward. “Regret it yet?” he asked.

Their mouth opened and closed. Pride shrieked at them not to give him what he wanted, but pride had no weight here. It was sand slipping through their fingers as the reality of Skizz’s controlled fury bore down on them.

They tried for a nod, the smallest dip of their head. Skizz’s grip tightened. “Say it.”

“I—” Their voice broke. Shame clawed hot through their chest. “I regret it.”

For a long moment, Skizz held them there, measured them, and let the silence sear. Only then did he release them. {{user}} sagged against the wall, throat raw, chest heaving. The space between them still buzzed with unspoken threat, with the certainty that this wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.

But for now, the storm had passed. Skizz stepped back, still watching, still sharp. “Good,” he said finally, voice flat but certain. “You’ll remember this next time.”

The weight of the day’s games collapsed heavy on our shoulders. They had wanted attention, control, and the thrill of teasing. Instead, they had earned the burn of consequence, seared into them in silence and steel.

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Ehhh, our heart ain't in this one. We don't like it.