#impact kink

[monstergirlboy]

eldritch being who drives you to total obsession. not through ambiguous horrors, mind you- It just calls you a good pet and just happens to be a It/Its girlthing from the fourth dimension that tummypunches you when you aren't serving Its will

[elliecoco372]

sis, shut up! stop crying! you said you could take 7 inches! shhh, mom might hear us! you were the one that wanted this, so don’t get us caught! god, you are the worst little sister ever! you just don’t shut the fuck up! i’ll beat the air out of your lungs if i have to.

[bughugz]

i just think if i close my legs you have every right to force them back open and slap my dick or my thighs till i learn better !

[servicpop]

kinktober week 4 — impact play vallen ( ceo oc ) x bttm male reader

ⓘ riding crop use , basically pain kink , punishment , short

It started with dinner, you accidentally spilling red wine on Vallen's navy suit, — though he wasn't mad at all, he could easily afford five more if he wanted to — breaking a cup while trying to make yourself a drink, and then your overly clingy behaviour in his office while he was trying to finish paperwork for the night. Your audible groaning didn't help the countless pages of useless but important information he had to hand write.

You were draped over the couch Vallen had against one of the walls in his office, your head laying off the armrest turning your vision upside-down. Per usual, Vallen was sat at his desk with a pen in hand, quietly scribbling whatever he needed onto one piece of paper before moving to the other.

“Vallen, I'm so lonely can you please pay your boyfriend some attention?” There it was again, your whiny tone and your pouty lips chirping off about something Vallen didn't even care to listen to. But, just hearing your voice again broke his last straw.

Vallen abruptly pushed himself away from the desk, standing up with his back faced to you. From the absence of words, you knew he was pissed, and that was enough for you to sit up properly and fix up your posture. You heard the scraping of wood against wood as Vallen pulled open the bottom drawer from his desk, pulling out a long black stick with a fanned out edge.

The moment you saw him slap the edge against his palm, making that crackle noise, you realised that he was holding a riding crop.

The CEO turned around to face you, striding towards the couch where you sat with each footstep accompanied with the clack of his shoes against the polished wooden floors. There wasn't a frown on his face, nor did he have a monotone expression; Vallen wore an unsettling, sweet smile.

“Sweetheart I'm sure you're aware of how busy I am,” he cooes, carding his fingers through your hair, tucking back any fly-aways behind your ear. You shudder from the oddly soft touches despite the vein thats straining on his forehead. He brings the black riding crop to your cheek, gliding the leather along your skin.

“All you've done today was annoy me, isn't it time I teach you a lesson, hm?” His voice was dangerously smooth, like faux fur on an expensive coat. You don't have the heart to reply so you just swallow your words.

“Lay down across my lap,” Vallen drops an octave and the smile drops from his face. He leans back against the velvet couch, a knuckle pressed against his cheek as he waits for you to bend down. He looks down at you as if you were a tiny mouse and he was a cat with sharpened claws.

You would be a fool if you didn't obey, so you did, almost instantly laying down over his knees. He brings your hands behind your back, slipping off the tie he was wearing to bind your wrists together in a tight bow. You were just like a present on Christmas, bound with a little bow and waiting for Vallen to tear apart.

His fingers slid underneath the back of your pants, brushing against the small of your back before he pushed them down all the way to your ankles. He didn't bother fully taking them off.

He brought the riding crop to the mound of your ass, caressing your skin with small circles before he brought it up and slammed it down on your tender flesh. A surprised yelp tumbled out of your mouth as you flinched upon impact, wincing at the sting.

“Count, prince,” He corrected, using his free hand to slip down the crack and to your puckered hole. “Use your words.”

The tips of his fingers nudged at your opening, pushing past your tight rim to slip one finger in. He brought the crop up again and smacked it down, sending ripples through your now reddened cheek.

“T—Two,” you manage to choke out between whimpers. The sting made you squirm, instinctively trying to apply pressure to the 'wound.' As your hands attempt to wriggle out of its confinements, Vallen smacks your wrists with the tool, earning another pained gasp from you.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment while his fingers push up against your pelvic bone, sinking his finger into your tight channel.

“You're getting so red,” He chuckled hollowly, tracing the red marks on your skin with the leather, “I told you, it really is your color.”

Vallen leaned his head down to kiss your wrists before he moved the crop over your ass again. He delivered another smack, the sound piercing through the otherwise silent room. Your knees instinctively bend up as your legs squirm from the pain similar to a burn under your skin.

Vallen takes the opportunity to slip a second finger inside, his ring finger accompanying his middle. He doesn't move them, he keeps his fingers completely still inside of you, letting your muscles contract and clench down on them with each hit to your sensitive skin.

“Three,” you sob out, tears brimming your eyes as the pain builds up. His fingers are tormenting you, buried so deep that just a slight nudge of his fingers could get you writhing in pleasure. Vallen sets the riding crop down for a minute, sliding his fingers under your adams apple to lift your face up.

“Poor boy, let's switch it up.” Vallen's voice is full of sugar, like molasses dripping off his tongue. It made your throat clog and your stomach ache as if you really did eat something overly sugary.

He hoists you up by your torso, letting your knees bend and your calves press against the back of your thighs in a sitting position. He marvels at your pink cock flush against your lower stomach, letting out a small condescending chuckle.

“Why are they closed, dear?” he tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly as he places a hand on each of your knees, delicately pulling them apart. He fishes the riding crop from the couch, holding it firmly in his palms; he doesn't do anything with it just yet. His free hand makes it's way to cradle your cheek, dipping his thumb past your pink lips and into your mouth. You're sitting taller than him at the moment due to the fact that you were on your shins while he had both feet flat on the floor.

Vallen lets you suck his finger for a second and he can feel your warm, wet tongue over the pad of his thumb. He looks up at you with such bedroom eyes, dipping his head down to press a quick kiss to your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. Your body tenses up at the light touch to your now hardened nipples, and Vallen takes advantage of the distraction.

He brings the leather of the riding crop to your tip, thwacking it with enough force to get you to whine and flinch but not enough to wholeheartedly hurt you. He lets the crop linger on the slit of your cockhead before he lifts it up slowly to peek at the underside of it.

“You're making such a mess” he muses, observing the dampness of the flap from the pre-cum bubbling from your urethra. It's smeared all over the material, creating a sticky mess all over yourself and the tool.

He uses his index finger to slide along the slit, gathering all the fluid on his finger before he shamelessly wipes his fingers clean on your stomach.

“How many is that now?” he questions you while pulling your shirt up and above your head, revealing your perky chest, untainted with red as of now.

“Four,” you hiccup, the pain made you fidgety but the pleasure kept you grounded. You saw the gradual color change from a lighter pink to red on your skin. You let out a choked moan when Vallen smacks your dick with the crop again, sending shockwaves of pain through your veins.

It hurts so bad that it's good.

Vallen's non-dominant hand seemed to be contradictory to the one holding the tool. He gently caressed and patted the supple skin of your chest, soothing you with honeyed touches. Vallen leans his face in closer to your skin, littering small kisses over your clavicle and latched his mouth onto one nipple.

“V—Vallen, don't,” you whine out, struggling with your restraints as you attempted to try and push him back. He knew you were weak where your chest was, and it was confirmed with the way your breathing elevated.

Your words fell to dead ears nonetheless, his hand gingerly twisting and flicking your buds while he kissed the other. The riding crop in his hands dragged up from the bottom of your stomach all the way to the nipple Vallen's mouth was previously tormenting.

He places the flap flat along your pink bud before hitting it harshly. Your body instinctively jerked back and a pained cry punched out of your throat as your chest slowly reddened.

“Too harsh? Is it too sensitive up here?” He feigned concern, cooing at you like a child. He moves his hand to rub your nipple soothing before delivering a lighter smack to it again. It was all raw and achy; you'd definitely need to place bandages over it for the next few days from how sensitive it'll get.

The dragging of leather down and up your length so teasingly was undoubtedly kindling a fire in the pit of your stomach. The cold leather slicked with your own fluid was so erotic, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin from the ticklish feeling.

“Val— wait, wait–!” Your words are all chopped up as Vallen slaps the area where your balls meet the underside of your cock, the hit sending ripples down your spine, making you bend forward and slam your legs shut. The tingling sensation was enough to pull you off the edge and you could feel your thighs convulse and that familiar feeling of an orgasm well up in your balls.

“That's my good boy,” Vallen's seductive tone rings through your ears and you're wriggling in the tie wrapped around your wrists, letting out a muffled whine through your throat. Your eyelashes flutter rapidly before your body can't hold it in anymore as you empty out your load.

The weight lifts from your balls and leaves you panting, body slumped and aching. The afterfeeling of the slaps started to sting and tingle.

You can't even bring your mind to realise the mess you made on Vallen's clothing, white splayed out across his thighs. Through dazed eyes you see him move his hands behind your back, untying you from the grasp of his tie.

“You won't bother me while I'm working again?” he asks, and he expects you to reply with a 'yes.' He slips a hand to your cheek, wiping away any stray tears that escaped from your tear ducts.

“I've learnt my lesson,” you mumble against the warmth of his palm, nuzzling into the affectionate gesture.

“Good.”

[xochimillilili]

Yeah it's nice to be all physically soft and gentle with my pretty pet after a long day, but there's something so nice about speaking softly while hurting their cute little body~

I've got you honey, that's it, you're doing so good~ You're such a cute little painslut aren't you my love? Moaning and whining for more like a good dumb little pup while bent over my knee, hilt of my knife stuffed shallowly in your pretty breeding hole... you like the feeling of my belt bruising up your pretty ass? You like the sting of it hitting your sensitive little aching body, my kisses on your head and my fingers in your drooling little puppy mouth, fucking that pretty throat of yours sweetheart?

Good puppyyy~ Taking every hit on your ass and kiss on your head like a good pet. My precious darling baby, I'll get you aching so much you'll just melt into a whiny pretty mess after. I'm so proud of you babyyy, if you keep being a good little slut for me, I might just slice those undies off you properly and fuck that pretty tummy of yours full of pups honey~

[conditioned-to-obey]

"I could fix her" I can fix her attitude with just my words.

[afterdarkftm]

okay I’ve never been crazy into impact play but let’s just say I’m having to re think that….

(Please note this was a talked about thing that we previously discussed and I said I was open to it) he was teasing and toying with me the other day and without warning I felt him slap my dick……and holy shit it was so fucking hot he didn’t even do it as hard as I know he could but the pain turned into pleasure so fucking fast………...i think i have found yet another kink to add to the collection

[heavenlysin]

Thinking about being someone's stress toy. They come home angry and frustrated and without saying anything shoving me down to my knees and pulling me by the hair into their cunt, not letting me breathe until I make them cum. Or bending me over the desk, ripping my panties off, fucking me hard, gripping my hips so hard they bruise. Or even just kicking, slapping, beating me, using me as a punching bag until they let all the steam off. Like please hurt me, take it all out on me<3

men dni

[straitjacketprincess]

dead men dont rape but i rape dead men

[softlyella]

Wanna breed a pretty boy.

Chain his strong arms to the bed, duck tape his mouth and use his body. I wanna fuck him till he’s overstimulated and begging me stop, his muscles bulging from how hard he’s pulling on those chains, desperate to free himself and make me stop. That cute little slut will be marked up and bruised while he’s panting and whining.

Be good and you might even be bleeding.

[c0mput3rk1ss3r]

If I can't beat up my pretty girl as she says, "Mom, please stop!" In a public restroom while trashy 2000s music plays on the speakers, then why am I even alive ?!?!

[commiecumdump]

intro post aka i edge for every note i get :3 (64/80)

dni:

- minors or you fucking like minors i cannot believe i have to specify this

- cishet men (cis queer men you're on thin fucking ice)

- homophobes/transphobes

- racists, zionists, terfs, etc.

i'm a 19 year old trans man (he/him or also it/its for pet play) and into anyone who'll fuck my brains out

1 1/2 years on T and top surgery in 3 months!!

bottom sub (sometimes switch but mostly i just realllyyyy like to tease) and in a happy t4t relationship <3

send me asks and anons, i love hearing your pervy and horny thoughts :p

sexual dms only for mutuals (message me and lets see if we vibe :3)

okay terms to use: puppy, pup, dog, prince, slut, whore, sir, owner

okay terms to use: cunt, pussy, dick, clit, tits (any of those with the word boy in front of it is also a-okay), tdick

i post pics of me sometimes so stay tuned, they're hot 🫶

kinks/likes:

red ones are my favs <3

puppy play!!!!!!! puppy play!!!! puppy play!!!! puppy pla-

edging/orgasm denial

overstimulation/forced orgasm

chastity

omo/bladder control/wetting

dumbification/objectification/mindbreak

both humiliation/degradation and praise :)

s/m with preference of receiving (spanking, choking, scratching, biting, marking, hair pulling)

bondage

anal

COLLARS AND CHOKERS 👀

cockwarming

nipple play‼️‼️

free use/light cnc

breeding!!!

hypno

intox/guided intox

inflation/cum dump

oviposition/egg preg/monster fucking

hucow & pumping 😵‍💫

tickling

force masc but with a touch of humiliation like e.g. (t)dick humiliation

no's:

age play

rough cnc + r@pe play

incest/fauxcest

detrans/force fem (most of the time don't mind seeing posts about it, just dont project that onto me thx)

scat/vomit

feet

everything i post has implied consent!!

asks answers under #°pups answers !!

pics/videos under #°pups img

[take-it-sleazy375]

Sometimes all the screaming and begging just gets on my nerves. If you can't open your legs and take it like a slut then I'll knock you the hell out and fuck you limp on the floor, and you better thank me when you wake up for not slitting your throat instead.

[straitjacketprincess]

"is it bubblegum pink?" No, its rotting and full of maggots

[needywetboy]

Sure I'd love to be collared, but there's other signs of ownership I'd be happy to wear. Indented bruises around my neck from where I've been bitten and claimed over and over again. Welts and scars along my thighs, my butt, my sides from being whipped and caned until I cry. Deep purple bruises on my bottom that make it impossible for me to sit comfortably. Boot prints down my spine from being ground into the dirt where I belong. Ownership literally carved into my body by knife.