#holy flogger

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 29: Crossed Wires

Screenshot Credit: @boardchairman-blog

Bearblr Promptober Day 29: Corruption (sorta? I tried)

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) introduces him to impact play (flogger), and it wrecks his wiring. Mild smut.

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned fight with Syd, Richie and Nat, casual suicidal thought (1), impact play (flogger), fem reader/lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns. (1006 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for weeks.

29 Oct 2024

Darling crossed a lot of my wires, but her magnum opus had to be soldering the ones for pain and pleasure together.

The anticipation of getting hit sat as this half-molten brick of brimstone in the pit of my stomach. It churned with the heat of magma, bubbling up as licks of flames that, in the fleeting but eternal minutes I waited kneeling next to the bed with my forehead resting on my folded arms, I could almost feel at the roof of my mouth. I’d spit flames, I was sure of it, if the eon stretched any longer, and they’d fucking annihilate whatever small fragments of me remained coincidentally affixed together after the thrashing I received that day. If I wasn’t non-linear, if I wasn’t being scraped off the fucking pavement and put into a jar when Richie, Syd, Sugar, and I all exploded at each other, it was because of negligence. Because one or some of their barbs was aimed lazily enough to miss the fucking target—not because I had any connective tissue holding me together. I don’t often want to die, but at The Bear partly through prep that day, an otherwise nondescript Monday? I prayed Richie would grab a knife from the block and tear it across my throat.

“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?” Darling whispered from behind me.

The sound of leather groaning as she, in all likelihood, twisted the flogger around her hand, pierced the silence further.

“Mercy.” It barely made it past my throat.

Cool strands of leather brushed across my bare back, between my shoulder blades, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Goosebumps exploded along my arms.

“Shhhhh…” She wove her fingers into and gripped a fistful of my hair. ���Relax. Remember, we don’t have to do th—”

“Please, just fucking hit me already,” I whimpered.

“I will once you relax, pretty boy.”

“Fuck you.” It left my mouth before I could stop it. My face erupted in heat. I drew in a breath to apologize, but she cut me off.

“I know. I get it. It’s okay.”

 My mouth wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t produce the apology. A whooshing sound, then a crack, then a sting between my shoulder blades. Exactly like a jump rope to the ankle. Exactly like she’s said it would’ve felt.

“Fuck!” I hissed. I gripped fistfuls of the sheets and recoiled against the pain.

It surprised me more than it hurt, at first. Not the pain, but the little surge of heat in my navel, dangerously close to arousal. Then, the sting faded into warmth and tightness, like something was tugging at my skin. And then the pain came back. Duller. Deeper. Irritating, almost. I wanted her to rake her nails over it.

Oh, I was fucked.

“D-do it again,” I said. “Please.”

Fucked straight to hell.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it, sweet—”

“N-no. No. P-please do it again.”

The second one had that initial spark of pain, but then the sensation went away. Melted into the same dull, distant tightness that was already present. But holy fuck, it felt heavenly. My dick stirred, halfway to half-hard, and all I could think of was—

“Again? Please?”

She didn’t hesitate this time, and I couldn’t stop a groan from tearing from my chest.

“Oh.” She curled her hand around my throat and lifted my head to greet me with a wicked grin. “Oh, does that feel good, pretty boy?”

She wasn’t squeezing, but it was just enough pressure for blood to pool in my head, and I got that fuzzy, floaty feeling. My dick strained in my sweatpants, and all I could do was press up against the side of the bed, try to chase down some friction. My eyes fluttered closed without my consent. Please, squeeze harder. Please, please, fucking crush me in your hands, call me pretty boy again, leave bruises, leave shadows like a fucking dog collar that I can take with me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll act less like a wild fucking animal. Maybe it’ll feel like you’re there and I won’t fucking lose it.

“I asked you a question, pretty boy.” Gentle.

I pried my eyes open. Whispered, “Y-yes.”

Something about seeing her like that, effortlessly in control, a Goddess hovering over me, powerful, commanding, the handler of a rabid animal—listen, I will take Darling however she comes to me. I love her so much, I’ll give her my ribs. I love her so much, it feels like it’s killing me, but I will lie in that grave if it means I can listen to her voice, be enveloped by the scent of her skin, taste her strawberry lip balm, but something about her being in control destroys me. I’m helplessly caught in the riptide of her existence, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I will give you anything, my love. I am yours. My whole being is at the foot of your throne. I trust you to nurture and protect me more than I do my own blood.

Do with me what you please, my love.

It wasn’t for five heartbeats, wasn’t until I saw her eyes darken, that I realized I whispered it aloud.

The next one stung less than the first two. The one after unlocked some feral part of me that I didn’t know existed, and I bit the side of my hand to keep myself from screaming. Not out of pain, it was something else. Something reflexive, primal, felt like it was damn near under my diaphragm. I was too hot. I didn’t have any layers to remove, and the radiator was still out, so it should’ve been cold in the room, but I was burning up. The sinking, molten arousal in the pit of my stomach undulated and coiled with every strike until one of them, a random one—nothing special about it—set off stars in my vision and ripped a pathetic cry from my throat.

End note: this piece is truncated. The writing fatigue has thoroughly set in. I might write the rest of the scene at a later date.

That was the moment. That’s when the wires crossed.

Part II

[deadgirlsnoring]

* Dirty boy * — sub!coriolanus snow

Content - sub!coryo, humiliation kink, gagging, slightly sadistic reader , slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, black!reader. Mdni !

Who would’ve thought that the great Coriolanus Snow, soon to be president would look so pretty all tied up? His eyes met yours, unshed tears blurred his vision. “Aww, don’t you cry, I haven’t even started yet.”

It all started when he began having a weird obsession with you. You’d see him creeping around you, always being where you were at the right time.

You were gonna trip? Suddenly he appeared like a knight in shining armour. At first you thought how cute, your own body guard, but that didn’t last long. He must’ve realized this all seemed orchestrated, because the boy suddenly stopped appearing, instead little minions would.

Flowers on your doorstep from an ‘unknown lover’. You weren’t dumb, it was all too obvious.

“Sooo, little one. What d’ya wanna do?” You softly caressed his skin with the flogger situated in your hand, a small pout on your face when he visibly flinched. “I wouldn’t hurt you, not the way you wouldn’t like at least.”

Tugging the homemade gag out of his mouth he took a deep breath of air, sighing at the way it filled up his lungs.

“Fuck you.” He spit out, the tears flowing down his cheeks gently.

“How sweet” you mumbled, before roughly turning the flogger onto his hip, “F-Fuck! God… mm please.” You looked around the room, your manicured finger lying gently on your bottom lip. “Oh.. Gods not gonna save you. You’re mine to ruin now, mine to hurt.”

A creepy smile crept on your face, placing the flogger down to crawl above him, careful not to let his body touch yours. You were in your favourite set, hugged every curve. He wanted you under his control, but bad boys don’t they what want, they get want they deserve.

“Coryo baby, don’t get sad. Mommy’s gonna help you okay?”, his heart fluttered, and he nodded, just before you finished your sentence. “In my own special way.”

His eyes landed on your chest, whilst trying to buck his hips up towards your center, anything to get off.

“Such a dirty boy, huh?” You leaned your bottom half down, a dramatic expression plastered on your pretty little face. “Mhmm..” He dragged out, but it wasn’t to your liking.

Why don’t boys know what you want without having to say it?

Your palm met the side of his face, gasping at the power of your own slap you giggled, doing it again, and again. “You better fucking say it.” He kept rutting up against you, his wetness seeping onto your panties.

“Aht aht, go on.” You lifted yourself out of his reach, a raspy whine escaping his lips. Kicking his lips he made an attempt to speak.

He wasn’t submissive, it didn’t come easy, “I’m a-a—I won’t say it.” The boy braced for impact, but you wouldn’t give him it.

Instead your hands massaged his smooth, white chest. Thinking he got through it, a sigh came out but was soon turned into a scream.

He couldn’t believe it, you bit his nipple. “Holy fuck! St-stop. What the fuck?”

Your hand roughly gripped onto his chin, “Oh come on, that’s the worst someone’s ever done to you? I will ruin you. You won’t be president, you’ll be some slut when I’m done with you, you’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Panem’s personal cumslut.”

“I wonder what everybody’s gonna think of you. Do they really want a man who drools over any woman to be their president? They might even kill you.”

Nails digging into his skin made him moan out, gritting his teeth. Trailing your sharp nails down to his scorching hot cock, you gripped the base.

Hungrily, your big pouty lips met his. At first it was rough, two alpha animals fighting to the death, but only one could live to tell the tale.

The rough pace on his tip caused him to slip up, becoming overtaken by you. The groans escaping his teeth grew louder and louder, his body shaking as he was getting closer and closer to his release. The knot tightened, the burning fire in the pit of his stomach beginning to get too hot.

He couldn’t breathe, you took all his air from the kiss; attack on his lips. A line of spit intertwined between your lips. His red and swollen, and yours being the cause of it.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” Nodding his head incoherently, his body was about to grow stiff, until everything stopped.

You ruined his orgasm.

His brain was about to turn to mush at your own hands, but you stopped it.

Before the whining could start, you covered his mouth and nose, before resuming your fight with his leaking cock.

“You like that? Getting your dick ruined by a pretty girl? You fucking disgust me.” Seeing him losing air but seeming not care because it looked like you might let him cum made you more hungry for a man like him.

A pathetic man, who could only hold his dominance for so long.

You could tell he was gonna cum, the way he was trying to grasp for something knowing his hands and legs were tied down. The way his brows furrowed.

You wanted to hear the beautiful sounds a dumb little man like him could make, “Go on, cum. Just know I’m not stopping.”

His eyes rolled back, made you snicker as you continued your abuse. “Can, can I t-touch you?” He embarrassedly whimpered.

“Filthy boys don’t touch expensive things.” before he could say anything else your fingers made their way into his mouth, unwanted of course. A choked cry, and an open jaw was all he could manage as his body shook in your cold embrace.

“So much fucking cum, god you’re so dirty.” His high made him see white, static almost. Best orgasm in his lame, by the rules life.

His poor, spent body twitched even after you let go, your finger picked up his slick and waved it in front of his face.

Coryo’s tongue lazily licked his lips, his eyes low and drunken. In a low and torn voice he mumbled, “I-I’m such a fucking dirty boy, please can…. Can I?” His voice cracked while he looked up at you with those blue eyes.

“Oh, please. Fuck, mommy…please.” You obeyed; it’s what he deserved, but just because he asked nicely didn’t mean he was gonna get it nice.

You bruised his throat with your fingers, making him taste himself while touching the back of his throat.

The man gagged, but all he could do was take it. Take the pain and shut the fuck up.

“It’s good?” You asked, pulling your wet saliva coated fingers from his mouth, “S’good”, he coughed out, an amused expression on his face.

His hips bucked up and he winced at the feeling of overstimulation. Never had he ever exceeded that level of intensity before.

“Hurts, shit.” Your eyes looked deep into his soul as you only focused on his tip, your teeth nipped his earlobe, moving lower to aggressively kiss his neck.

“M’gonna cum again, I don’t want to. Please.. oh God please, fuccck.”

“Do you want me to take a picture of you? Show everybody how much of a pathetic fucking whore you are? You don’t know how far I’m willing to go Coriolanus. Shut up, and take it.”

Your words only made him more excited, until it set in that you were being for real. You extended your hand to your dresser, grabbing a Polaroid camera.

Keeping your hand wrapped around his aching cock you kept pumping. “No! Fuck you!, please c’mon n-no.”

He was about to explode and you knew it, and when he did you couldn’t resist. Had to keep it in memory.

The mans cock squirted out his holy liquid, it felt so good he almost forgot about the photo. You snapped more and more while his eyes were closed, calming down from his tough orgasm.

“I’m gonna keep on going until my hand aches coryo.”

xo, reblog and like!

[sweet-lil-kittyyy]

dont mind me, im just gonna share a lil bit of my thoughts on my kink journey so far !!

ive learned that im more of a sadist than I thought as a dom, the thought of grabbing my cute little slut pup and pinning them down so they whine, pulling their hair to make their gorgeous eyes roll back like the sweetest little painslut, slapping their face to jolt their attention back to me, watching their eyes get so big as they sink deeper into that sweet and fuzzy pupspace, using my hand as their own personal collar before i slowly but firmly choke them, and then ripping their panties off if they're wearing any, lifting their legs up and pinning them beneath me in a nice, deep mating press as i bury my cock deep inside their nice, wet cunt, breeding them like my good little bitch

ive also discovered what a desperate little cock whore i am as a sub holy shit, i always knew i loved being dominated, but having daddy walk into the garage as im tied up and spread for them to see my dripping pussy after i edged myself for 4 and a half hours in public and almost getting caught, fuck the thought of being exposed and not being able to hide, being forced to keep my legs spread and my tits out while i can't see anything, being helpless to whoever finds me, i fully screamed and squirted over and over holy shit, ive never cum that hard or that much or screamed that loud, like there was a point where i wasn't even saying words i was just whining and moaning and i made such a mess, it felt so good 😵‍💫 so not only am i a slutty exhibitionist who is into being helpless to my dom, im also very much into public play and public use cause wow the thought of daddy doing anything to me in public and being caught and having someone watch or join or trying to be quiet holy shit it turns me on so badly 🥺 also daddy fully broke my brain yesterday in the best way i felt so fucking good and so fucking dumb and all i could do was sit there and smile all pretty and giggle and whine and scream like a pretty little whore and i was sooooooo into it hehehe daddy also smoked with me while i was tied up and blindfolded and it was so hot, and also i would love to be tied up, forced to be a good slutty stoner, have my clothes ripped/cut off so daddy can see what they own 🫣 we use the colour system (red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good keep going, and blue for more please) and i never said blue so much before when we've played fuck daddy was slapping my thighs and my pussy but i begged them to be meaner, to be harder, to leave hand prints and bruise my thighs, and holy fuck my thighs were so red and so was my pussy and i have bruises left and there's scratch marks and my clit was sooooo red they slapped it so hard it hurt so good and now i can't stop thinking about daddy punishing my cunt with a crop or a flogger 😵‍💫 also the thought of playing with daddy where im kidnapped and tied up and forced to be exposed for daddy to use and i keep thinking of daddy using duct tape to keep me quiet as they use me, i want them to break my lil brain again and make me cum dumb so i go from fighting my kidnapper and trying to escape to spreading my legs wider and begging and screaming for daddy to use me and breed me like the good lil kitty i ammmm

anyways, ive also learned that my sub/dom tendencies very much depend on my cycle and my hormones too ( i do have a uterus, a pussy, and tits, but i am NOT a woman and my pronouns are they/them!! i do enjoy being called a good girl when im feeling more subby and i usually fuck with good girl and feminine names and terms, but i am not a woman and i will not tolerate being called a woman or being referred to as she/her! TRANSPHOBES WILL BE BLOCKED!!) so im like hella subby and slutty and desperate rn cause my hormones are adjusting to my birth control and i just wanna be bred soooooo bad 🥺😵‍💫

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Hi! I was hoping you might be able to help me since you watch a lot of the interviews and stuff with FK.

How much like The Heart Killers novel is the show going to be? Did the author get to read the script and go off of that or was it just the basic plot? I seem to remember them talking about it but I can't find it and I'm genuinely worried.

Hello anon.

So, I’m pretty confident in saying that the THK novel is based on the full screenplay/script rather than vice versa (or just basic plot).

P’Jojo and P’Aof discussed with their friends when they reacted to the pilot trailer - where they mentioned they actually received the idea of the plot (or maybe even a bare script?) 2 years ago. At that time, the plot was more serious 🧐. And both were not keen to pursue it. But within 2 yrs and beyond, they have revise the screenplay to the point where we are at.

After that, they (GMMTV) approached the author to adopt it into a novel (I guess for business and consumerism purposes? To sell as merch). She mentioned in this tweet as well as explain more during the recent BookExpo official launch - where she initially declined to do the adaptation of the screenplay to novel. However, when she received the script and saw Khaotung was one of the main character, she immediately accepted it.

So, if anything - we will need to wonder how much we are seeing on screen will be in the novel (and how much did the author changed/diverted from the screenplay- cause we all know sometimes it may not be exactly the same).

As for how much of the novel we will be seeing on screen? - my guess it’s going to be pretty close but how much we are explicitly going to see them….🫣🫣🫣 (well, I guess there is a reason why the show will be on IQiYI).

I’m going to assume you are asking about the NC scenes (specifically the BDSM, rope-play etc.) because the basic plot of Kant/Style getting close to the brothers to get information won’t change per se - there are already Thai fans on Twitter who spoiled it a little bit that the book is spicy (and I mean SPICY - there is flogging, pain play etc) - I think the word this specific Thai fan said “I need to go bath myself in holy water” 😂 (this fan has kindly been doing English translation for inter-fans and put it up on Wattpad to read). Plus, I’m sure I saw a flogger on Kant’s chest during that unholy scene in the official trailer….

Also, I took a sneak peek of the prologue the fan translated - pretty much Kant description was a dead ringer of our lovely First 🤣 (185cm, dark brown large sparkling eyes)…so, safe to say - the author definitely used the boys and script as the based of her novel adaptation.

04/11/2024

[cashandprizes]

WIP Wednesday - "a gossip girl moment iykyk"

Holy shit - if you can believe it I have a WIP to post! I got possessed Sunday morning while I was rotting in bed riding the high of getting zapped the night before and wrote 900 words of Aaron/Smartass meet-cute turn meet-ugly (maybe that's not the right term. whatever. who cares.) (me. i care.)

@romirola thank you for tagging me and sorry this is super late! tagging @autisticempathydaemon @mr-laveau @penncilkid @zozo-01

Credit to @mr-laveau for letting me snatch up their Aaron and Smartass (Shara, she/her/hers pronouns, my WIFE) for this fic because I am pretty sure it made Aaron/Shara as a personal attack to me specifically. I can't improve perfection, sorry.

Anyway ummmmmm here it is! As usual, I don't write things that are safe for work so minors DNI, take a fruit snack on the way out.

CW: mentions of sexual content including BDSM/Kink, this fic is hilarious to me specifically

And they did. It was a good night, the memories of his hands skirting over her ribs colored with wistfulness and longing and the knowledge that she had gone home floaty and light and used her vibrator two times until it had died. He had warmed her up with the heavy thuds of a flogger and the even timber of her voice, but she slipped into that space with the rhythmic stings of the thin bamboo cane on her thighs. After he had rubbed ointment on her nicely forming welts and massaged her shoulders, she'd rested her head in his lap as they debriefed and talked. She would be sure to contact him if she felt she was dropping, she had a plan for support if she was dropping. Yes, she was pretty sure she would ask to do another scene. Yes, she wanted pictures of her back and thighs covered in bright marks from his handiwork.

They'd messaged that Saturday and Sunday, discussing their next scene and scheduling. It had seemed so perfect. Monday morning, she rubbed ointment on her ass and thighs, gotten dressed, and walked into work. She'd greeted her new coworkers, met with the office manager, and waited for her new manager at her new office job at Vesta at her new desk. "Thank you for your patience, I was wrapping up a phone call with a client. Shara, I'm Aaron." She turned around and stood up, reaching out automatically for a handshake, only for them to both be frozen.

Long, thick black hair, pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes were wide and the dark circles were new, but she recognized the glasses and the faint scar under his eye. He cleaned up nice in a suit, crisp white button down with a green tie and sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose forearms she knew were powerful from experience. Not so simple then, with [Aaron's username], actually Aaron, her new manager standing in front of her with his welts tingling on her ass.

[lunaeverywhere]

Cleansing

Your Goddess is hurting. Her body has become so worn by the impurities of the world. And She has turned to you, Her dear devoted worshiper, to help cleanse Her, make Her whole. And in Her weakness, you feel no less devotion for Her than ever.

You have prepared every single inch of the space, the ancient stone ritual chamber. It took you days to get the dust out of every corner, but the space, and you, and everything, must be as free from the uncleanliness of this mortal world as possible for Her.

Candles, incense, herbs, every detail in place. You help Her to the cushion in the center of the floor, and remove Her robes as She kneels in all Her beauty. You begin your chants. You guide Her through the process, in control. You clean every inch of her with blessed waters.

But of course, the gentleness only lasts so long. Pain cleanses as well. You've hand-made a flogger, with many long, thin tails each adorned with a single spike upon the end. Its many lashes on Her back remind her of the pain of the mortal world She is unfit for. Her face is stoic through every beat.

After countless strikes, you cleanse the blood dripping down Her back as well. The holy water rinse clearing off all Her ichor, running onto the floor and the grooves of the stone beneath your feet. The scent of herbs and incense is choking, but She remains as composed as ever.

Prayer follows, and She speaks too, this time, returning the verses you have prepared. The candles are burning short. She is positively radiant, the corruption of the world removed from Her body by your meticulous, painstaking efforts. You bid her to rise.

She smiles at you, and you smile back. Her smile no longer carries the weariness of the world. Her joy from the heavens has returned to Her loving gaze as you and Her embrace, you careful not to touch the still-aching lacerations from your work.

She thanks you for cleansing Her, for exerting your power in Her service. Her words, the genuine affection in Her voice, fills you with absolute joy that you could be of service, as always. It's your place and you could not be more proud to serve it.

[lewdablemimic]

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and i'd like a milkshake~!

holy god, okay

2. Crops, floggers, or paddles?

honestly, i really like paddles

3. What fictional characters are you most into right now? And/or what fantasies do you have with them?

pretend i'm putting one of those really bad censor bars over her eyes when i say n*mi arish*ma and like. anything? everything. with her. god.

5. Are you a monsterfucker? What’s your favourite monster?

of course i'm a monsterfucker, come on. i don't know if i have a favorite? it changes from moment to moment. do i want the knot? something that can mesmerize me? something that defies reality? fuck.

6. Do you think you’re a top or a bottom? A dom or a sub? Or a switch/verse?

i'm a sub and a bottom, let's not fuck around

7. What is your favourite sexual scenario you’ve ever come up with?

literally, i don't think i can answer this. i have so many goddamn favorites, i can't even pick one. purity backfires is up there, though.

8. Are you into more taboo kinks (watersports, feet, cnc, etc?)

lmao that feet is called a taboo kink here. but yeah, i like all the ones listed, and a lot more, a lot!

9. Are you into pet play? If so, what type of pet are you?

moo!

10. What do you think your favourite position would be?

i'm really into the idea of being fucked from behind

11. Do you have something you haven’t tried yet, but you still KNOW you’ll like?

lactation play, full stop

15. Is there a thing that people do that makes you go absolutely crazy?

uhhhh. hypnosis play's a big one, also just being willing to play in whatever brain space i happen to be in at the moment

16. If you could have sex without any consequences or restrictions at all (eg. no matter how risky it is you can’t die or be hurt - more than you want to be, that is, wink wonk - and you could fit comically huge things inside you without issue), what would you do?

god. i'd just go full fucked-up free use hedonist mode i guess? lmao

18. What title do you think you prefer? (eg: sir, puppy, master, slave, etc)

uhhhh. i don't know honestly?

19. If money wasn’t an issue, how many sex toys would you have and what would they be?

so many! lots of bad dragons, lots of things for nipple play, does a breast pump count?

20. Do you have any kinks or fetishes you really didn’t expect to be into?

a lot of them? like. i never thought i would be into feet or piss, but here we are

21. What is a popular kink that you hate/don’t Get™?

macro/micro does nothing for me

22. Have you ever tasted yourself? Do you like how you taste?

yes and yes! <3

23. Do you shave or let it grow?

i let it grow, i like it

24. Are you into humiliation and/or degradation?

oh yeah, majorly, big time

25. Do you pretend someone is with you when you masturbate? (Eg. showing off for an imaginary dom)

hmmm. depends on the fantasy, but not usually, i think?

26. How often do you masturbate?

a few times a day!

29. What’s the horniest you’ve ever been? What did you do about it?

horniest i've ever been is the past month or so, i think! and i've just been kind of enjoying the NEET life and getting off whenever

30. What’s your favourite kind of lingerie?

hehe, cowprint

31. Do you like to be overstimulated?

yes in theory, not sure in practice!

34. What’s your favourite part of your body?

i'd love to say my tits, but it's my legs and my lips!

36. Do you have a partner, or multiple partners? (this is just a free chance for you to gush about them if you do 💖)

i've got some fuckbuddies, both irl and online, but no one i'd call a partner! i do love spending time with my fuckbuddies though

39. What’s a kink you only like in specific contexts/circumstances?

god, everything? i'm like a kink roulette wheel depending on mood, phase of the moon, etc.

41. Do you like anal?

i haven't yet, but i really want to!

43. What are you looking forward to most about having sex?

i love giving head so goddamn much oh my god

45. How much self control do you have? Can you edge/deny yourself for a long time?

lmao no i cannot edge on purpose, i am here to cum.

49. What is your main masturbation fantasy at the moment?

reality warping! being able to change the world to suit my tastes~

sorry it took so long! the milkshake is probably spoiled...

[doing-something-unholy]

//The sound of your cry sends a shudder down my spine, a wolfish grin springing to my lips. I rub your ass as you speak, slipping my thumb under the waistband of your boxers.//

Oh, sweet pet, I’m just getting started. You don’t want me shredding your only pair of underwear, do you? Or would you like it if I sent you back to the rectory wearing only my clothes? Wouldn’t that be something to explain to the others…

//I chuckle, tugging your underwear down easily. I let the flogger trail along the curve of your ass, the tails teasing so gently against your skin. My other hand teases through your auburn hair, nails lightly massaging your scalp.//

I wonder, pet, if this isn’t where you belong?

//There’s a snap as I strike you again, just barely harder this time.//

Laid out across my bed, whimpering for me. My pitiful, beautiful, whore.

//Another crack, another strike.//

Look at that, your ass is blushing for me, sweet boy. Do you think it likes this? Does the holy priest enjoy the bite of my flogger?

(Guess who finished Midnight Mass tonight and spent god knows how long sobbing through the last three episodes XD I’m glad I watched it, though. I adore Father Paul. I am a little smug I picked up on one of the twists on like, episode three. Poor sweet man ;-; Everyone deserved better (except Bev, she got exactly the end she deserved))

🐱

[You could send me back to the rectory without underwear, have me make that 'walk of shame' commando under my slacks. But wearing someone else's clothes would be harder to explain.

The flogger trailing over my skin almost tickles, the muscle tightening up under it in anticipation. Your nails against my scalp relaxes me again, sighing into the touch, just in time for another hard smack to make me gasp. The combined efforts of your voice and your whip are getting to me, I can't keep being a brat. I openly moan at the next hit, the fight taken out of me. My cock twitches under me as I realize just how right you are about me being a pitiful whore, submitting after just a few smacks. I'm sure my face is as red as my ass when I register your words. The defiance in my voice is gone, now just soft and whimper-y.]

I'm enjoying it... Yes, Sir... oh, oops

[I didn't mean for that to slip out, it's just so hard to focus with how turned on I am. I don't think you'll mind too much but I still bite my lip to keep myself from saying anything else.]

[halfdeadfriedrice]

kink and gendah (and at the bottom some classic familial homophobia as i grouse) undah the cut

i mean probably not that much of either explicitly but like

on saturday i went to the local kink demo and play party and had a Real Moment of 'oh i'm fixed now'; i've been in a shit mood for the last Number of Weeks due to issues at work being The Worst and while a few of those fears were assuaged by getting information, nothing truly assuaged me like getting hoisted up in some suspension bondage and having someone try all my floggers out on me

which is to say i was just. pleasantly surprised. even if i hadn't played the atmosphere was just. the most body positive. the least creepy. so much voyeurism but all of it in just a nice appreciative way without crossing any lines (to Me; i was also hanging out with some fairly select people not circulating the entire room); and for a room full of old white southern dudes (or transplants, lotta transplants) the GENDER AFFIRMATION was at least an EFFORT BEING MADE. multiple people asked my pronouns (which actually i should put in my profile i bet that would be helpful). Even if there was a certain mindset of 'male top/female bottom' people would acknowledge that that was their old mindset and try to correct themselves in the moment. i'm sure it's not perfect (what is, especially in a state that's competing to be the Worst State) but i felt perfectly happy to exist. also i'm ready for the NEXT ONE damn.

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(cw family)

and then i went out for my dad's bday the next day and everybody made a great deal of hay out of someone's 'assume my gender' joke and it's one of those things where it's like. i mean what can you say other than HOMESTUCK BLUH FACE. can't live with em and don't lol.

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this was in the tags but i suppose i'll take them out of the tags so that they can all be opt-in.

#all right i'm ready to admit to real life people i've got gender. #but more importantly i've got cool bruises and i'm looking forward to having them again. #it's one of those things where im like 'why did i waste my 20s not doing this' and also knowing that i got scared off in my 20s #and now i know how to snub creepy doms who want to play intimidation games with babies #i'm old and i have trauma and i'm not playing doe-eyed anymore #also!!! girls!!!! we love them. holy shit girls.

[dykedreaming]

we’re in the train back from the play party and holy fucking shit i am so tired (good tired, good exhausted)

we linked up with some folks who showed gf how to use flogger and cane, and just… got my ass wrecked while people were flogging and fucking all around us? being bent over and having two people spank me at the same time?

i can’t wait to see if i finally have some bruises

[ao3feedsheith]

Silver and Sin

Silver and Sin https://archiveofourown.org/works/60211771 by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies Keith has been with his vampire lover for a long time—though of course, not as long as Shiro has been undead. Keith trusts him not to drink too much of his blood when he feeds, and Shiro trusts Keith to tie him up. But when Shiro wants to try something a little more adventurous, what can Keith do for a creature of the night whose skin is too strong to be marked by wax or a flogger? Words: 7172, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Human/Vampire Relationship, Human Keith (Voltron), Vampire Shiro (Voltron), Established Relationship, BDSM, Dom Keith (Voltron), Sub Shiro (Voltron), Vampires, Wax Play, Holy Water, Weapons Kink, Edgeplay | High Risk BDSM Practices, Blood Drinking, the archive warning is for the blood but it is not graphic, Dorks in Love, Aftercare via AO3 works tagged 'Keith/Shiro (Voltron)' https://archiveofourown.org October 31, 2024 at 12:59PM

[tinyfistsofdoom]

Yesterday, I learned that I’m not nearly as tough as I thought I was.

Daddy has an impressive arsenal of implements, y’all. Floggers and canes (so many fucking canes) and paddles and belts. I’ve tolerated some of them really well, some less well, but it’s felt like a respectable showing.

Until now.

One snap of the double tail whip and I was in a ball sobbing. It popped my left outer thigh and I shattered. Holy shit.

Whip 1, tiny 0.

[ganymedesbussy]

A: grabs jaw tell us [battle plans? something?] C: Would if I could, but you picked the wrong demon to capture. I don't know anything. A: We'll see about that. A walks around C, drags flogger over his shoulders C: oh is that the best they could find for you? Since you lost your sword? THEN pulling hair back far enough to bend him into a C C scents the air, ‘much more impressive weapon’ (it's that DIIIIIIIICK) A: >:| face A: oh is that how you want to play it? Then fucks his face real good, holding his other hand over C’s throat so he can feel his cock sliding from the outside He stops before he finishes, throws C’s head forward so he falls on his chest A: If the soft end doesn’t work for you… blesses flogger, the other end is a holy butt plug now C: various writhings, hands still tied behind his back A: Now, I believe there was something you wanted to tell me?

WIP: uniform kink

“Hello, demon.” Crowley could hear footsteps pacing around him, following the outline of the circle that bound him. His eyes were blindfolded, and when his tongue flicked out it reported beeswax, ink and paper, cocoa, a wooly oudh, and the familiar tingling ozone that was wholly Aziraphale. The floor was cold where he knelt, naked except for the blindfold and the rope that held his arms behind his back and his ankles firmly to the backs of his skinny thighs.

“Hullo, Angel. Been a while,” Crowley drawled, turning his face to track the pacing and slapping an insouciant grin on his face. “Been having fun with the Heavenly army? I know our lot’s been having an absolute ball.”

“Oh, is that so?” He could practically hear the smile on him, the git. “And is that why you were able to be captured so quickly, then? Just having too much fun?”

“Welllllll, it was a choice of stab, get stabbed, or no stabbing at all and I get to see you swanning about in a skirt, so,” he sucked his teeth thoughtfully, “Not much of a choice there at all, is it?” Aziraphale whipped the blindfold off, and Crowley blinked away tears at the sudden brightness.

Aziraphale was stunning in his Heavenly uniform — the jacket emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, the stockings hugged his shapely calves, and the kilt did nothing in the slightest to hide the thickness of his thighs and arse. Crowley made a show of looking him up and down, and gave an appreciative whistle. “Frankly, you pull it off better than I ever did.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. “We’re not here for you to ogle me, serpent, we’re here for you to talk.”

“Oh, I can sing odes to that fat arse of yours for as long as you like, angel. Give us a twirl and I bet I can even make it rhyme.”

[tethydoros]

[ohanny]

spicy vegaspete au where...

pete is a tired student on his way home from visiting his grandma. he falls asleep in the train and wakes up basically all "what year is it" and just wants to get to the dorms and be done with the day. he gets up, grabs his generic black bag from the luggage rack and doesn't think twice about it in his comatose stage.

except when he gets home and opens it, he realizes it's not his bag. because instead of his text books and his grandma's curry there is a terrifying treasure trove of... sex toys. of the kinky variety. he spots a flogger, rope, dildos and what looks like nipple clamps before he yeets the bag across the room like SHIIIIIIIIT

pete's basically panicking because text books and fuck, his notes (not to mention GRANDMA'S CURRY he could cry) and stares at the bag like it's a wild animal until his roommate porsche comes in and basically has the time of his life hearing about pete's most recent misfortune.

porsche has no shame and no problem rummaging through the bag hoping to find the identity of the owner while pete looks on in horror, hugging a pillow, thinking what kind of a person just casually takes a train ride with a pop up shop's worth of sex toys in a carry on.

anygays, porsche finds a planner or a business card or whatever with the owner's info and says pete should just call the number and pete is like "how about no?!" and porsche is like "bro, you broke as shit, you can't afford to replace your stuff" and pete is like "sad but true" so he gathers up the courage to text - because who the fuck calls, eww - the number "so i might have accidentally stolen your bag, totally didn't mean to" and feels so awkward because he knows the guy on the other end knows that he knows what's inside the bag and wants the ground to open up and swallow him.

they arrange a meeting the next day to switch the bags and no, pete does not jerk off after carefully repacking everything because porsche is an actual raccoon and yes, tankhun, he did arrange the swap during daytime hours in a very public place and how fast does the word travel, porsche only learned about the mysterious sex toy luggage like an hour ago.

next day pete is shitting his pants waiting by the fountain in front of some public transport stop because again, what kind of a person carries such an arsenal and fuck, is he going to get murdered by some creep and holy shit why is that guy walking straight towards him

so it turns out pete's mysterious sex toy carrier is a) his age b) has cheekbones that could probably be used as a murder weapon and c) really nice hands that offer a firm shake but are apparently incapable of buttoning shirts. "architecture?" the ridiculously attractive sex toy fiend purrs and pete's dumb brain blurs out "rope bondage?" before he can stop himself. he cringes but the guy just grins and says "i dabble," totally casual and not ashamed at all, his grip on pete's hand tightening minutely.

somehow through the blushing and awkwardness - all pete, sadly, why can't he just human? - they introduce themselves, swap bags and vegas offers to buy pete lunch as compensation for all the trouble. obviously pete tries to be all "oh nooo, it was no trouble, you don't have to" because this man is bad for his health, no one's heart should be beating this fast, but vegas just smirks, leans closer and murmurs "just be a good boy and say yes." pete's soul leaves his body.

"and that, venice, is how i met your papa."

[doing-something-unholy]

//I watch your reactions with curiosity and deep amusement, taking careful note of your interest in my St. Andrew’s Cross. I’m more than pleased when you immediately agree to the cuffs and collar, my pride swelling at the fact that I’ve chosen well. And the flogger… I hadn’t expected that to be your preference, but I’m certainly not complaining. I barely suppress a shudder at the thought of the beautiful screams that will pull from your lips.

And oh, how my heart quickens as you drop to your knees before me, holding the collar up in those blessed hands. I take it from you, my breath catching in my throat as I gaze down at you.//

Beautiful.

//My voice is a husky growl as I lean in to fasten the soft leather around your neck, my fingers intentionally grazing and caressing that delicate skin.//

You look so perfect on your knees, holy Father…

//When the collar is fastened, I run a hand through your hair, looking all the world like a wolf that’s caught a rabbit in its jaws.//

You say you want to be punished for your sins..? And what, may I ask, are those sins, my beloved priest? Of course I know what you’ve allowed me to tempt you into, but.. I want to hear the words from your holy lips.

Confess to me, Father.

Tell me your sins.

🐱

[I soak in the praise you give me, proud of how gravelly your voice sounds around the word 'beautiful.' My eyes fall closed as your hand runs through my hair, leaning into the touch. They snap back open when you ask me to confess to you. I swallow heavily to clear my throat and can feel the soft leather bob against my throat.]

I... don't have much to tell you, I'm afraid. Most of it's... hypothetical. I-I should start properly-

[I look down from your gaze briefly, making the sign of the cross with a bowed head. My hands settle folded back in my lap, and I adjust my posture until I'm sitting on my heels neatly and symmetrical. Determined to be a good boy.]

Forgive me, F- for I have sinned.

I have broken my sacred vows on a few occasions, and thought about doing it many, many times more than that. I... let a certain someone s-suck my cock, and fingered them, and let them ride me until we both reached our orgasms.

[My face has to be so bright red that the tips of my ears are turning too. It's getting harder and harder to look up at you, I can't keep eye contact for very long, if at all.]

I fantasize about... being used. It's hard for me to- openly want things, all my fantasies keep drifting back to someone else making the choice for me, f-forcing me to do what I secretly wanted anyway. I want... to please. God, I am desperate to please. I want to be good for someone, I... I want to be a treasured pet.

[I can't look up anymore, staring at your collarbones so I don't have to meet your eyes.]

...I, I t-touch myself and think about someone calling me a- a whore for doing it. Then they'd make me stop and- and force me to earn it. My favorite is... is by being... f-fucked.

[I'm staring at the floor, embarrassed and somehow throbbing hard without even having to touch myself. Looking down I think I can even see a wet spot where I'm leaking precum already.]

I... hope that's enough. Plenty of options for what direction you want this to go in? I'm sorry if you weren't expecting that much... information.