#someone's getting punished later and it's going to be kinky

[wearecrowley]

[elliespeach]

basic training | ellie williams

au where ellie stayed in boston and became an officer

synopsis: ellie, a respected officer in fedra, is having trouble with a disrespectful subordinate. after several failed attempts to make this cadet behave properly, she resorts to an unethical way to whip them in shape.

warnings: 18+ swearing, this shit is kinky and smutty as fuck, spit kink, r! receiving fingering, oral, heavy dom!ellie, praise, punishment, (pussy) slapping, wanna say mean!ellie but very minimal imo, if i missed anything lmk pls

an: i don't usually write smut so pls tell me if this is cringy, not proofread sorry lowkey rushed ending also!! reader is a cadet, ellie is an officer. the only reason being reader didn’t show up to boston until later, they are both adults!!!

“this just came in for you, officer williams,” the trainee handed her a concealed envelope. she sighed, seeing it was from her superior and knew it was going to be about you. “permission to return to my duties?” 

ellie nodded a response, not caring for the formalities. ripping open the small letter, it told her what she had already assumed. no matter what ellie threw at you to whip you into shape, you defied her at every turn and it drove her mad. she didn’t even want to be an officer, she would’ve been content with living in the qz as a citizen, but that wasn’t for her to decide. and you didn’t get to decide either. 

unlike ellie, who grew up in the boston qz, you were an outsider. someone who was looking for shelter and a place to call home not even two years ago, the higher ranking officers took notice of you as a citizen and they deemed you fit to be a soldier. fedra needed all the people they could get and forcing their civilians to become fedra soldiers seemed necessary to them. you saw no other way out then being as bad as you possibly could be. 

you were late to training almost everyday, you didn’t participate in classes and worst of all; you spoke back to officers of higher ranking. and that was something fedra didn’t take lightly. ellie has made you run more laps than even she could count, she’s put you in the hole, she even tried to just speak with you about it. trying to tell you it’s better to just comply, that way your life wouldn’t be so miserable. but despite her best efforts, you retaliated the best way you can. 

ellie understood your destaine for fedra, she herself hated them probably more than you did but she didn’t have the luxury of choosing. so ellie threw the letter back onto her desk and stormed out of her office, determined to finally make you listen. she was tired of getting reprimanded herself because of you not complying and as she made her way to the trainee’s quarters she pounded on your door harshly. 

“open up cadet!” she yelled through the metal door. you opened it, an uninterested expression displayed on your face and it only made ellie angrier. you were wearing an oversized t-shirt that went down to your thighs and ellie had to redirect her eyes to your face.

“do you realize that your actions affect more than just you?” ellie hissed and you barely flinched at her words. 

“do they?” you asked, your eyebrows raising to look confused but you knew very well what you did. 

“disrespecting a sergeant? you don’t think that has consequences?” ellie rebutted, tired of your constant attitude. it made her furious to see you disobey her this way, she never cared for the standard military etiquette and even had pulled some of the same stunts when she was a cadet but you were on a whole other level and it made ellie look bad. she feared the title of officer being taken from her, and she finally felt like she was getting somewhere. but you were ruining her plans. you and that fucking attitude. 

you had crossed your arms, a devilish smirk appeared on your face and you responded. “and what exactly will my punishment be this time, officer williams?” 

your tone was inviting and ellie saw right through you, “you don’t learn from punishments.” she lowered her voice to a growl. 

“maybe i just need a good teacher,” you whispered, taking small steps backwards into your small room. ellie cocked her head to the side and followed you into the room, closing the door behind her. she was in her officer’s uniform, head to toe in black thick material. the cuffs of her shirt were rolled up, resting on her elbows showing off her only tattoo. “you know, to show me how to behave?”

she was intimidating, but you wouldn’t let it show. “ahh i see,” ellie hummed as she approached you. “you need someone to fuck that attitude right out of you.” she said teasingly in front of your face.

she reached up and grasped your neck tightly, and you stammered your words. “you’re gonna learn today. got it?” she harshly whispered in your ear and all you could do was nod, already succumbing to ellies dominance. you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t what you wanted all year. 

using the grip on your neck, ellie pushed you down into your bed and she climbed on top of you. with her hand not leaving your throat she pressed her lips to yours, she kissed you roughly. her tongue forcing it’s way into your mouth and before pulling away from the intoxicating kiss she nibbled on your bottom lip, causing you to whine at her departure. 

“open your mouth,” ellie demanded, her hand coming up from your throat to cup your chin roughly. you did as you were told and she spit directly into your mouth, before being told too, you swallow and she let go of your chin harshly sending your head back on the pillow. “good girl.” 

she slid her hand down to your core, rubbing it on top of your panties and feeling the gooey warmth beneath them, “bet this is what you wanted all along, huh?” you clutched her arm in pleasure, arching your back wishing she would rip off the clothing that separated her hand and your aching pussy. without stopping, she shoved your arm behind your head, telling you with her eyes to keep it there. “i’ve barely touched you and you’re soaking,” her voice was filled with disbelief, “such a pathetic little slut.”

her words were like their own personal drug and you yearned for more. “ellie, please–” 

her hand stopped and you whined beneath her. “thats not how you address your superiors.” she taunted in a low voice. you remained quiet, despite the small whimpers that leaked out, you tested ellie’s patience and it resulted in a hard slap across your burning cunt, you yelped and ellie repeated her question sternly. 

“o-officer williams,” you said reluctantly and ellie’s hand started doing small circles. her other hand wandered up beneath your shirt, pinching your already sensitive nipple making your breathing hitch. “faster.” you begged her. 

ellie chuckled watching you melt under her touch and how easy it was to get you this way. “you want faster?” she asked, a sinister tone in her voice. but you nodded, desperate for release. ellie obliged, which should have made you weary but you didn’t think twice. she moved her hands furiously against your throbbing cunt while sucking on your exposed neck. you were convulsing at her touch, your skin erupted in goosebumps and you felt your core tightening. 

between moans you muttered, “i’m close–” ellie’s head removed itself from your neck and her fingers disappeared yet again, a satisfied look on her face. you whimpered, the warm feeling in your stomach dissipating with every second that she wasn’t touching you. 

she looked down on you disappointed, “should’ve used your manners if you wanted to cum. take these off,” she ordered, pointing at your underwear. you obeyed, removing the soaking pieces of clothing. “and this.” she tugged on your shirt, again you did as you were told. 

she traced her fingers along the curve of your body, taking you in. “if you could just be that obedient all the time, fuck.” 

“i’ll be good,” you interjected, unsure if that’s what she wanted to hear. she cupped your face in her hand, this time more gentle. 

“prove it then, c’mere–” she lifted herself off of you, leading you to the mirror on the back of your door. she ordered you to sit in front of it and you did, placing yourself only a few feet away. your legs were pressed together, suddenly shy at the sight of yourself and ellie stepped in between you and the mirror. 

getting down to your level she shook her head, “like this.” she sighed, using her strong arms to rip your legs open, revealing yourself to her. she left you like that, returning behind you and knelt down to get a better view. “now touch yourself.” 

you looked back at her with a face that read: are you serious? and ellie pointed your head back at the mirror with her hand and nodded. with her hands now tangled up in your hair, forcing you to remain facing forward you brought your hand down to your aching cunt. ellie watched diligently as you touched yourself at first, apprehensive but as it started to feel good you leaned your head back on ellie’s shoulder in pleasure. she bit down on her lip, her own core throbbing at the sight of you. 

not being able to help herself, she brought her lips back to your neck leaving a trail of marks wherever she could. you shuddered as she bit down on your ear, and as your juices fell to the floor beneath you felt the familiar tightening in between your legs and knew you were close. instead of telling ellie, out of fear she would make you stop, you continued on. reaching your climax, ellie took notice of your quickening breaths and shaky legs. before she could tell you no, you were cumming on your own fingers moaning obscenities. 

furious, ellie lifted you off the ground and spun you around to face her. her eyes were filled with rage and you were still coming down from the high of finishing, you barely noticed. she gripped your throat in anger, shaking you out of your own little trance. “you said you’d be good,” she snarled. 

“ell– officer williams i’m sorry i–” she didn’t let you finish, she brought her hand across your face hard, leaving a red mark. 

“think you can do whatever you want? let me show you how we treat sluts like you,” she turned you around and buried your face in the bed, legs hanging off the edge. she didn’t hesitate before shoving her middle finger deep into your sensitive pussy, thrusting in and out in a fury. you clenched around her finger almost instantly and ellie groaned in triumph at the feeling.

you were babbling apologies as she finger fucked you harshly, she added another finger and you lurched forward. the sensitivity of your cunt was unbearable and ellie knew this, making sure it felt too good. her free hand was being used to pin your arms to your back, not allowing you to move freely. her fingers were drenched in your juices, white stickiness oozed out all around her hand and she grunted, “gonna teach you to respect me, got it?”

you hardly heard her over your muffled groans into the blanket, you did your best to nod in response, her long fingers curved themselves inside of you hitting every possible corner. and just when she thought you’d had enough, she slipped the rest of her fingers inside of you violently pumping in and out. she let go of your arms and you gripped the blanket for life, feeling every thrust somehow deeper than the last. within seconds your head was yanked back, a fistfull of your hair wrapped in ellie’s hand she bent over over, her fingers still working their magic in your cunt. you were mumbling incoherently, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure when she whispered in your ear, “bet you’ll think twice before being such a brat again.” she took back her fingers, leaving you feeling empty and incomplete. 

ellie flipped you over with ease and you landed on your back. you let out a gasp as she did and ellie took the opportunity to insert her sloppy, wet fingers into your mouth. you didn’t have to be told to suck on them, and ellie smirked as she watched you deepthroat her fingers. “such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” 

you popped her fingers out of your mouth and she held up your chin to look at her, “yes officer williams.” you responded innocently.

she lowered herself to the bed’s height and snaked her arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. giving her the perfect view of your messy cunt. “pathetic,” she whispered, staring at it with cruel intentions. she hovered over your pulsing pussy, planting small kisses here and there, teasing you to insanity. “do you have something you want to ask me?” ellie taunted, leaving a long kiss on your clit making your back arch slightly, knowing you were desperate to cum again. 

“please make me cum, please–” you begged her. and she brought her face down inches from your soaking cunt. 

“please, what?” she asked again, her finger delicately dancing around your hole causing you to squirm. 

“officer williams, please make me cum,” you sounded so desperate, and ellie loved it. looking down at your puffy pussy, she spit on it loudly and smashed her tongue into your folds. you gasped in response, your hands finding her hair and tugging gently. your hips buck under the pressure her mouth is putting on it and she holds you in place with her arms before sliding in a finger in your aching hole. she put pressure on your stomach, making her fingers feel all the more pleasurable and you moaned her name. 

ellie was so entangled in how good you tasted that she didn’t care, licking up all your juices that were spilling out onto the bed. she sucked on your clit before coming up for air, “you ever,” she added another finger harshly, making you jump, “make me look bad,” her third finger entered you, and she curled them up still keeping pressure on your stomach, “again,” her last finger entered, stretching you out and you let out a groan, she seemed to shove them as deep as she could, making sure her point was getting across to you, “you’ll never cum again, got it?” she finished, thrusting all of her fingers passionately in and out of you and all you could do was nod. 

“i need words,” she stated, knowing her strategy was working. she reconnected her mouth to your cunt while still penetrating it deeply. she knew you could barely form words, she knew what she was doing to you but you obeyed, wanting to cum around her fingers. 

“i- fuck–” you gasped as she sucked on your clit yet again, knowing it would make it harder to speak. “won’t make you look bad again, promise,” you finally uttered, your breathing was erratic and ellie knew you were close to finishing as your legs shaked beside her. she loved having you this way and wondered why she hadn’t thought of this before to get you in line. 

“atta girl, go on then. cum on my fingers.” she hummed against your clit, that was all you needed to hear. your back arched, feeling yourself growing closer to release. ellie’s fingers moved faster inside of you and you felt the familiar wave of pleasure wash over you from head to toe. your legs were shaking around ellie’s head, your moans could probably be heard down the hallway but ellie remained buried in your cunt, sucking up any and all of your juices as you finished.

when you finished convulsing, she lifted herself from in between your legs and gave you sensitive pussy a little tap as in well done. ellie grabbed your shirt off the floor and handed it to you gently as you sat up. “sprints in half an hour, don’t be late.” she uttered before walking out of your door, feeling accomplished. you almost thought about being late on purpose, wanting ellie to teach you more lessons but as you stood up your pussy was sore you decided against it. there’ll always be tomorrow. 

[swifty-fox]

I have a question about the kitchen sink AU, or maybe it’s a kink/bdsm question in general. I was confused why Gale would find John undeserving of being slapped/hit but yet something like degradation would’ve been ok. Is it ultimately a personal preference/opinion on Gale’s part?

I was WAITING for someone to ask this.

The surface level is Gale wants to get John into subspace (weird floaty place where ur not rlly thinking just feeling) and he wants to mess with his head and his expectations because keeping him guessing is going to keep him reliant on Gale. It's way more of a mindfuck for him to Not hit John than It would be for him to hit him because that's what John is expecting

It's not that he doesn't think John deserves to be hit (but also he's doing reward-based kink so John has already taken his punishment of the clamp, apologized and fixed his behavior. There's not need for further punishment in Gale's eyes) It's that he thinks it's gonna affect John way more strongly to be teased and denied. Which it does. Being hit wasn't gonna make John cry. Being tenderly praised would

On a deeper level, Gale is discovering something about himself. John is too out of it/doesn't know Gale enough to notice but he is Deeply Affected by John crying and about the whole scene of John being a Good Boy who doesn't deserve to be hit.

He kinda stumbles into recreating a scene/dynamic from his own childhood where his dad would hit him for being bad or a disappointment or what have you. With John he was able to recontextualize the memory/trauma into something good (and kinky) where he is Better Than His Dad. he's gonna take care of his boy and protect him and reward him because he's good and Gale gets to protect and take care of him. The long and short is, despite his hard limit at the beginning, Gale discovers he can and does enjoy daddy kink if it's something caring. It shocks him and sets him off balance enough that he does end up bringing John to orgasm and then fucking his throat. It's subtle but you can see Gale is very strongly affected in the bit where John is crying. This is where he's realizing 'oh fuck I'm discovering something about myself'

Because he is well adjusted in this au he's able to recognize whats going on, think about it and come to terms with it and proceed in a way that feels safe and responsible (daddies him a bit without making it a dynamic with names or endearments since it was previously not on the table)

Later on he'll broach the subject as something they can explore. If I were to write a second fic it would center around that

[ohbo-ohno]

Rereading that noncon Ghoap puppy walk fic bc it makes me go insane. And I have so many questions. How can Johnny even breathe? What did they do beforehand that the others just immediately incorporate it into their routine? Did Gaz encounter puppy!Soap before? What are Price and Gaz thoughts on all this (Bc fuck, their commentary killed me - asking about belly rubs and giving advise on punishment)? Do they think this is completely consensual? Or do they suspect that there is more going on? Do they hope that there is more going on? Are they getting off on the thought of participating even in the smallest of ways in breaking down Soap? If ever Soap got his brains together enough to ask for help, would they give it to him or would they push him to his knees and take him like they always dreamed of doing and then return him to Ghost?

ahhh day 11 kinktober. my longest and least popular drabble from that month LMAO. tysm for asking about it!

i actually mapped quite a bit of that fic out in my head! but because it's entirely from soap's perspective, there are questions that you just can't answer yk?

first of all - it's pure erotica, so it exists in that kind of limbo that all semi-public/public erotica exists in - you've got to suspend your disbelief a bit, just for the sake of horniness lmao

1 - johnny can breathe (through his nose, because the hood isn't sealed shut), but not well. he's breathing heavily throughout the entire fic because of both his panic and the fact that he can only breathe through his nose

2 - i think i said this in another ask but! it was supposed to be that when ghost left johnny tied up at the beginning of the fic, he was going around and making sure only certain people were on base (hence price asking why he didn't come sign his paperwork). no rookies, since they could potentially lose all respect for soap, and no people who he knew were going to be shitty about it. the people he was okay with seeing johnny, he'd go up and say basically "i'm going to be doing public kink here later. either go or don't complain later". there probably aren't all that many people actually still on base, just lots of people looping around the building to watch

3 - gaz has probably caught the Vibe before, just from the way that ghost treats soap (and neither of them are subtle). price probably knows the extent of it just because he's their captain and he knows everything about all of them, but he's content to let them be. also gaz is probably just a kinky as them lmao, he doesn't care

4 - im soooo mixed on the "do price and gaz know it's not entirely consensual" thing. my gut says that price knows that ghost is manipulating soap, and gaz suspects. i think gaz might get a little worried, try and ask soap about it, and be mollified when soap near aggressively defends ghost. but price? he knows everything about them, doesn't he? but i think price also knows that sometimes the best thing for someone isn't always the nicest... and soap seems better with ghost, seems better after his training. as long as ghost isn't destroying him, he'll let them be

(i looooved their commentary too. i very very rarely dabble in public humiliation, and it's got to be sooo specific for it to work for me, but i love it in that fic)

5 - they both 100000% get off on being involved. if they didn't, they'd step back a bit. price is always gonna get off on being in control (and im a big fan of some light priceghost... maybe price taught ghost how to control a wild boy, and he enjoys watching his student grow into a master) and i think gaz is probably kinda into puppy play himself lmao, he's just there to get hard and have fun

i think if soap went to price for help, he'd get his mouth fucked, his ass whipped with a belt, and get locked in his cage until ghost got back. but im really not sure about gaz....

part of me says gaz is a sweetheart, he'd help soap. i could see him taking soap to price for help, and then the above following (right after price "explains" what soap needs to gaz, does a little manipulation and gaslighting of his own)

thanks for your questions! hope my answers are satisfactory lol

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 23 of ??? [parts 1-22]

NSFW🔥 for sluts only, nasty, kinky fuckery

° Damiano David/female reader insert  

wordcount::::  7,914 ° request ×3, anon& @vittoriaisfuckingpathetic wanted a bratty kitty getting punished, another anon wanted:  lots of aftercare and cuddles and cuteness 💋 thankyou for awesome/inspiring requests [requests are open! but commissions get priority, secure the 7th spot in my cue here!]

You removed your high heeled shoes during the elevator ride up to your floor - unable to stand their punishment for another second. Your night out with Max had lasted much longer than you had anticipated and the fatigue you were starting to feel was inevitable. You were more than ready to peel off your false eyelashes and stop feeling the pressure from the underwire of your bra.

It had been Max’s idea for the two of you to go out, because a gay club that she loved was closing down. This was being marked with a drag show, a huge amount of local performers coming out for their last time on this stage.

Prior to the show starting, you had taken a break from dancing with Max (and some new friends you were making) to message Damiano. He was currently home in Italy and you wanted to let him know not to wait up for you to come home, you were in party mode, you intended to have a damn good time.

Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. He had responded. I’ll just keep it to myself that I miss you.

Aw. I miss you too Daddy. You had enough time to send this message before you were grabbed by Max, taken to do some bright-coloured shots, with names that had gotten increasingly funnier as the night had gone on.

Then the show had begun - the music blasting as different acts took to the stage in varying styles. One drag queen performed Björk, another had six outfit reveals during the course of a single song. A Pokémon-themed number had made you lose your shit. There were drag kings in the mix. Some performers knew their lyrics better than others. You lost count of all of the times you saw someone do the splits.

With regular intervals, Max had made sure you had a glass of wine in hand for most of the night. During one of these times that she was gone at the bar, some of the friendly people you had met struck up a conversation, wanting to know how much of the show you planned to watch. When you had said that you weren’t sure (you and Max were just taking the night as it came), there was a scramble from all of them jumping in to give recommendations of which acts you had to see. They had given you close to the same line - ‘you can’t leave without seeing…’, each completing this statement with a different performer's name. You had agreed with all of their enthusiastic suggestions, ready to keep the night going.

Not long after that, you had received a new message from Damiano. I think I’m gonna go to bed, he had told you. You had exchanged ‘I love you’s and wished him sweet dreams. You checked the time before slipping your phone back into your handbag - 1AM.

About an hour later, another message came in: isn’t it past your bedtime? You hadn’t hesitated with your response: since when do I have a bedtime? He had soon sent something back: silly kitten, you don’t make or control the rules.

Before you could begin to work on your reply, Max had leaned in, getting your attention. “Should we head off soon?”

One of your new companions had heard this over the music and they jumped in to answer for you. “You can’t go yet. You’ve gotta see Glue.”

“Glue?” Max repeated, her brow in a deep crease.

They had elaborated, talking about how Glue was an amazing and unique drag queen. As you listened, you had returned your phone to the darkness of your bag. You made the decision to leave Damiano on read. It wasn’t polite, but you hadn’t felt bad about doing it. He was very keen on having you home with him, but if you made him wait, you could make him want you even more, getting you a more exciting reaction to your return.

Thinking about him calling you a brat due to this behaviour didn’t intimidate you or make you feel like you should change your tactic. If you were being a brat, it was because you could.

You had become thoroughly distracted when the show had started up again.

It had turned out that Glue was worth sticking around to watch. In a sparkly robe, with skull makeup painted on, she had been channelling a witch. There had been a lot of props on stage as she spent the duration of the heavy metal song theatrically concocting a potion, along with lip-syncing each lyric. The audience was brought into the act as she dusted her glittery potion upon spectators, as well as throwing toy frogs into the crowd.

But once she was finished, you hadn’t felt the motivation to head in the direction of the exit. You were still having a good time with Max and with no work responsibilities on the books for tomorrow, you wanted to keep soaking up this wonderful atmosphere.

“We’ll stay for one more song.” She had said to you.

At the end of the next performance, you had said the same thing to her. And it became a trend, the two of you sharing the phrase back-and-forth without showing any real interest in leaving the club.

It wasn’t until almost four o’clock that you followed through, both of you agreeing it felt like the right time to call it a night. Your ears were ringing when you had emerged onto the street, laughing at something she had said.

Then you parted, getting into different Ubers, with the promise to message one another once you were safely at home.

Sitting in the back of the car, you had opened your text conversation with Damiano again. When you hadn’t responded to the last message, he had sent a passive aggressive question mark. You didn’t acknowledge this, typing as if you were oblivious to the fact that you would be in trouble when you got home.

On the way home.

You hadn’t been surprised when his response came to you quickly, of course he hadn’t gone to sleep. You wondered if he had spent all of that time stewing while you had been dancing, cheering and laughing.

So you remembered how to get back here?

Some ways to respond had quickly come to mind as you looked at the screen of your phone. But you didn’t type out any words, you didn’t send him a single letter.

You had smiled to yourself, trying to guess at how many more spanks you had earned. Ignoring him would surely add more strikes to your overall punishment. Or maybe he wouldn’t get physical at all. You had considered this might be the time when he brought back writing lines, it felt like it had been a long time since he had taught you a lesson that way.

You unlocked the door to your home, certain that you still smelled like the club as you stepped inside. You had plans of fetching yourself a glass of water from the kitchen before seeking him out to face your consequences.

Immediately this was derailed. Because from your spot at the doorway, you could see straight into the lounge room, seeing that it was currently occupied. He was seated in the armchair, turning to look as you entered. Was he pleased to see you, relieved that you had made it home safely? You couldn’t tell, the only fitting word to describe his look was icy. He was already in character and it was time for you to catch up, to figure out how you were going to play it from here.

“Hey Daddy.” You greeted, approaching him.

“Hey yourself.” He said. He appeared mostly calm and collected, all of his simmering happening just beneath the surface. It was also the exact opposite of the energy that you had been surrounded by for so many hours.

“I thought you would be in bed.” You said. You stepped in front of the chair, it was close enough that you could have touched him, pushing his hair back from his face if you wanted to. But it felt like it would be incorrect for you to initiate the first touch.

“I couldn’t go to sleep while I’ve got something that needs to be dealt with.” He told you.

“Me?” 

“That’s right.” He said. “So you think that you can get away with ignoring me? No, you silly kitty, it definitely doesn’t work like that. Go and get your ass on the bed.”

You didn’t wait, at once following along with what he said. You quickly walked out of the living room, you weren’t drunk enough to stumble any of your steps. But you had had enough to drink that you were already feeling warm and giddy.

You dropped your shoes by the door and placed your handbag on the chair that faced your vanity table. You didn’t take any of your clothes off because you hadn’t been instructed to do so. You sat down on the unmade bed, facing the doorway.

He was soon coming in to join you. He walked in to stand at the foot of the bed, instantly enforcing his authority by looming over you. You looked up at him, feeling the titillating intimidation now.

He lifted his hand to your hairline, beginning to stroke his fingers through your hair, brushing nicely against your scalp. It was soothing and if not for the stony look on his face, you might have reacted with a smile.

“I hope your night out was worth it.” He said. “Honestly, I hope you had lots of fun, because from here on out, it’s gonna be…” His hand curled into a fist around your hair, tugging hard enough to sting as your head was forced further back. “...rough.” You clearly saw the fire in his eyes when he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pumpkin.” You supplied instantly.

“Good girl. Don’t get too used to hearing that tonight.”

Your hunger was brought to the surface, allowed to be acted upon when his lips crashed against yours. His hand released your hair, moving to hold the back of your head as he sought a deeper kiss. Your hands went to his bare biceps, gripping onto him while his tongue was gliding into your mouth.

He pushed his body weight into you, resulting in you moving backwards until your back landed on the mattress. Without hesitation, and without breaking the kiss, he climbed on top of you. He massaged your tongue with his and you could feel how short of breath you were getting.

His arm reached around you, his hand going to the centre of your back. His fingers explored, refusing to settle in one spot. He ran his hand up-and-down your spine, his fingers grabbing at the material of your dress.

“Where’s the fuckin’ zipper on this?” He asked.

You took your hands off of him. “It’s on the side, here.” You found the tab and started to pull it down, loosening the dress.

“Oh.” He recovered from this fumble, getting the zipper the rest of the way down so that he could get the velvet dress off of you. He tugged it off of your hips and then you pulled your legs free. The next thing to go were your fishnet stockings. He made quick work of removing your bra and underwear. Now, in his cotton shorts, he had the most clothes on. You knew better than to try to get these off of him at the moment - you weren’t about to rebel against the dynamic he was establishing, you had done enough rebelling for one night.

He resumed his position on top of you, his forehead resting against yours as he came in close enough for a kiss. But this didn’t come. His eyes were fixed on yours while his hands explored your nakedness. It felt like your skin scorched in response to his touch, matched by the smoulder in his look.

“I’m gonna give you something that you absolutely cannot ignore. That’s how I’m gonna correct my kitten’s behaviour.” He told you.

You nodded as you licked your lips. But he continued to pass up the opportunity to kiss you, this time he moved off of you. He instructed you to go to the head of the bed, to lie as you typically would while he left the bed.

You watched him go over to the wardrobe, opening the door and looking to the spot where the box full of sex toys sat. The item that he wanted was seemingly at the very top, because mere seconds after looking inside, he was approaching the bed with a bundle of speciality rope. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face, showing you how much he wanted to get started on this punishment - you doubted there was a single other thought currently occupying his mind. You felt like the centre of his world.

“Hands up to the headboard.” He said, he was unwinding the length of black rope as he got closer.

You lifted your arms up above your head, lining your wrists up with one of the metal rungs of the headboard. You could see the boner developing inside of his shorts as he kneeled on the bed next to you, spotting this was just another drop to add to the hot pool of desire between your legs.

He fed one end of the rope around the rung, the approximate middle of the rope’s length rested against the metal bar. With each half of the rope, he created loops around both of your wrists. His hands were soft, as was the rope as he worked. He brought your bound wrists together, securing them in position with a couple of knots.

“How is that, it’s not too tight?” He asked, checking the look on your face.

“It’s good, Daddy.” You said.

Satisfied with his work, he moved onto the next step of his plan for punishment - this took him back to the toy box. With no time wasted searching or digging through the other objects, he plucked out the vibrating wand he had gifted to you so long ago. He carried it over to the bed, where he sat down facing you. You squirmed in your anticipation, unable to prepare yourself when you weren’t sure what he was going to do next. There was a pause before he turned the vibrator on, during which your mind raced, trying to fill in some of these blanks.

He pressed the power button and selected the speed he wanted (it sounded fast). Your legs had already been lying apart, but he grabbed your ankle with his available hand and moved it, creating a larger gap between your thighs. Then his hand went to your cunt and he used two fingers to push your labia majora back. You felt a shiver when your moist clitoris was exposed to the cool air.

He didn’t give you any kind of warm-up, just putting the toy’s vibrating head to your clitoris and all thoughts were ejected from your mind. Your heart launched into your throat as surprise flooded you. You were weak in response to the power of the toy, so many sensitivities were sparked to life in the same instant, it was too much for you to keep track of. Your jaw went slack as you struggled to adjust to the intensity.

“I have a question for you, babygirl.” He said. You forced your eyes open, looking at him through your daze as you tried to catch your breath. “How do good girls come?”

It was hard to think and it felt like your nerves were on fire. The words didn’t come immediately and you just stared at him, probably looking stupid right now. “Um, with their master?”

“No. Try again.”

You weren’t confident that you had the answer he was looking for. “Loudly?”

He sighed. “No again. You get one more guess.”

“Am I in trouble if I’m wrong?” You asked.

“No, this really doesn’t affect your punishment.”

“Good girls come, um…” Your eyes went up to the ceiling, as if the answer was written somewhere there. “Good girls come when they’re told to?”

“Yes.” He said, easing the vibrator off of you. “You’re right, they get given permission to come. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, because you wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You copied him and nodded your head. “So no matter how much fun you’re having, no matter how amazing Daddy is making you feel- you won’t come until you’ve got permission.”

“Uh-huh.” You said. “I would say that we could pinky swear on it, but that’s not the easiest thing for me to offer right now.”

“That’s okay, I can just take your word on it.” He said and you saw the movement as he started to bring the toy towards your cunt again. “Your wrong guesses didn’t affect your punishment, but coming without permission will definitely get you into more trouble. You understand?”

After you had nodded, he returned the vibrating wand to your clit, filling you with all of that intensity all at once. As everything inside of you swelled, you tried to maintain what remained of your composure so that you could consider what he had just said, what you had agreed to. He was hinting at another level of punishment, which meant that he had thought of doing more than just overstimulating your clitoral hood. He wanted to do more than use your wand against you.

But could you handle that? If you went to that next level, would you rise to the occasion, or would you fold pathetically? You couldn’t be certain, leading the intimidation to beating your curiosity, especially given how rattled you already were by the toy.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he began to wiggle the handle of the wand, prompting the head to rub against you so that you were feeling the intensity from all angles. He was making sure the head was reaching every inch of this area, bringing sensitivities into it all. This made your body twitch involuntarily a couple of times as you felt yourself on that invisible incline. You tilted your pelvis, taking the stimulations in deeper.

He moved the toy off of you and you let out a shaky sigh. But you weren’t without the vibrations for long. Before you had time to open your eyes, he was training the head of the wand to the area just beneath your navel. You couldn’t help squirming, unable to calm yourself down while you were feeling the vibrations down to your knees.

You steadily blinked your eyes open and found him carefully observing you. He was watching your building reactions with all of the interest that he would give a well-crafted TV show. He was keenly aware of what he was doing to you, and what he would need to do to get you to the state he desired.

“Can I say sorry?” You asked.

You had surprised him and the pressure from the vibrator eased off a little. “Because you want me to stop?”

“No.” You quickly said.

“Good.” He said with a smile and he pushed the toy into your skin again. Twirling the handle, he had the vibrator rolling side-to-side along the curve of the underside of your belly.

“‘Cause I am sorry, I wanna apologise for ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.” He told you. “I know you’re sorry, that’s why you’re letting me punish you. That’s why you’re gonna take it for me.”

Before you could say anything more, he was distracting you by moving the wand down. He soon had it back on your clit, at once redirecting your focus. Your chest swelled as the vibrations affected you on an immediate level.

He didn’t hold it still, letting you feel it all over your clit as he stroked you with it. He manipulated it in waves and the friction that this gave you had you craving more. You arched your back, very interested in gaining greater pressure.

You got invested in this feeling and you began to move your hips. You tried to match his rhythm as you sought to discover just how much he would let you get away with. He didn’t discourage your rocking and it felt so much better to be in motion.

Before you could get too settled into this, he was taking it away again. This time the vibrating head was going downwards, moving onto your inner-thigh to pulse against the muscle here. He kept it high on the leg, about an inch from your crotch, as if to hint at what the toy could be doing for you.

You continued to feel the tingling of your clitoris as the anticipation for more lingered. He rolled it up-and-down each of your thighs with you keeping your legs spread for him. Under different circumstances, this would have been a relaxing massage - but it did nothing to calm you down as you felt more blood pumping into your cunt.

You let more of your resolve crumble as he set the wand between your labia again. The desire was an ache inside of you and your hands were shaking. The wet noises from your cunt accompanied how he moved the wand, stroking it up-and-down between your folds, encouraging the sensitivities to spread even further. Your moisture was shared all over your cunt.

You loved how it felt when he moved the wand to its lowest point yet, letting it rest at your entrance. Your puffy lips parted, conforming to the bulb-shaped head. Your head slumped back, a choked sob coming from you as you indulged in this new sensation.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy getting all worked up like this. You’re taking it like the perfect toy and it’s driving me a little crazy.” He said, giving you a burst of pride. “Keep taking it for me.”

“I will, Master.” You whispered.

You grinded yourself down harder on the toy, dazzled by how this accelerated the passion inside of you. You wondered if this would be enough to get you off, if he left it there long enough as your hips enthusiastically stuttered in the air. It was promising and you would happily explore more of how it felt.

You weren’t surprised when he left you wanting more, the wand taken away. You drew in a shaky breath, letting go of your frustration over not being allowed to access that next level of pleasure. You were still being kept from becoming complete.

You felt his arm wrap around you as he moved in closer. This was so that he could press the vibrator against the small of your back, which wasn’t enough to distract you from how wet you were.

Your eyes opened at the feeling of his breath warming your face. He was looking down at you,  very amused by your current state. You could feel how much you were blushing, unable to hide your neediness with him staring straight at you.

You gave an excited whimper as his lips met yours. You savoured the feeling of him so close, letting yourself get a little lost in his kisses. Your fingers burned to be running through his hair, to get to experience more of him.

You were ecstatic when his hips met yours and you expressed some of your neediness in your movements. You were happy to get to grind against him, lining your slit up with his covered cock. You didn’t spare a thought to getting into more trouble for spreading your cum on his shorts. Because you were hardly aware of the fabric, just concentrating on how good this felt to be almost going through the motions of fucking. His tongue gliding into your mouth felt like an invitation to carry on.

The wand’s vibrating head moved down lower, with him guiding it onto your butt. He followed the line of your asscrack with it, inviting you to feel the vibrations in a new way, from an angle you would have easily overlooked. All of this served to get you feeling even hotter, adding to the tension that would need to be worked out of your pussy.

He didn’t stop moving the wand until he was almost at your entrance. Less than an inch from the hole, in this hidden spot, he held it. You were soon whining against his mouth, teased by the enduring almost of this moment. It was almost in the right place and it was almost enough to take you higher.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” He asked, giving it a little wiggle without letting it get any closer to your cunt.

“Uh-huh.”

“I know it does. But you’re not about to come without permission, are you?” He asked. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking it for me. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.” You whimpered in response to hearing that. “I’m really not.”

You had stopped trying to grind yourself on his cock, now you were wiggling back onto the vibrator, seeking to get more from it.

But before you could truly tap into this potential, he was taking it away. At the same time, he was peeling back from you, shifting his body weight away. You kept your eyes shut, trying to gather yourself amidst this feeling of so many frayed nerves.

He was startling you out of your daze when he brought the toy to one of your nipples. Your legs flinched and you briefly sobbed, your whole system given a start. He pressed it against the hardened peak and it was like a white hot poker right to the core of your being. Your throat clenched as you struggled to comprehend this intensity. 

“Kitten…” He whined, making those two syllables go on for much longer. “All these noises, you’re just…” He placed the vibrator on your other nipple. “I was gonna wait to fuck you, but you’re making it… I can’t wait.” You raised your head, daring to hope that he was about to put an end to this torture, that he was about to let you progress. “You are making it literally too hard.” He turned the vibrations off and took the wand away.

You opened your eyes to find he was in the middle of taking off his shorts and briefs. You took in the sight of his freed dick, looking forward to something new. Your eyes darted from his face to his cock and back again as you decided that you didn’t have a preference over what he did next, you were simply enthused by the prospect of him making another move.

He settled himself down again, sitting off to the side of your knee, instead of climbing on top of you. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, instead of laying a single finger upon you.

You watched him start to jerk himself off and you were feeling a little dumbfounded because it didn’t look like he was prepping himself for you. It looked like he was comfortable in his current position, oblivious to you as he settled into his ideal pace.

His breathing was coming in heavier as he looked up at you. “Do you see, babygirl? Do you see how ridiculously hard you’ve made me?”

“I do.” You responded in a small voice.

“You’re so sexy that you’ve disrupted my plan.” He said. “But we can adapt.” With his available hand, he picked up the vibrator again. He switched it back on. “You get to enjoy more of your vibe while you watch.”

“Watch?” You repeated unhappily.

“Yep.” He moved a little closer so that he could reach you with the toy. Its buzzing head was brought to your pubic mound, immediately creating a pressure that couldn’t be ignored. “You’re gonna ride that edge a little longer for me, okay? Not too much longer, don’t get so pouty. Just a fraction more edging, that way you’ll be nice and grateful when I get you off.” You bit into your bottom lip as you thought about how much gratitude you could show if he let you come right now. “I said don’t pout. Now, you don’t have to smile, but you do have to tell me that you’re still down for this and that you want to finish your punishment.”

You did your best to draw in a deep breath. “Please punish me more, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Hearing him say this was just as soothing as having him caress your forehead - it was a little inspiration to keep at it.

He had the wand steady, pressing it right up against your pubic bone. You squirmed through the building sensitivities, feeling the threats to your resolve from every possible angle. It seemed like all of your body was attuned, a desperate harmony that cried out for the climax.

You couldn’t help moaning as those consistent vibrations kept you so weak, kept promising more. And you watched as he chased for his own serving of more. His hand kept at his dick, starting to draw wet sounds. As he worked, his hips moved, with him going deeper into his tempo. His eyes were darting all over your body, not wasting a single piece of inspiration.

The clenching of your inner-walls felt pathetic, even though you couldn’t help it. You were stuck with just recalling the feeling of that cock driving into you as deeply as you needed it. You watched the motions of his strokes, imagining how it would be to have your pussy stroking him instead. Before too long you were lifting your hips, rocking into the relentless wand. You weren’t trying to match his speed, but you craved movement, you needed to get some of this energy out.

“Fuck…” He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he got faster in his rhythm.

Your eyes locked onto his tip as you saw how it started to leak. You put more power into your hips, feeling yourself getting closer as you bought more into the fantasy of fucking, getting caught up in the sensations that typically came with it.

“I’m close.” He said. “Can I have your mouth? Please let me shoot into that pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Master.” Having him in your mouth was the next best thing to having him in your cunt. You were craving his taste.

He stopped caring about the vibrator and you didn’t lament losing its pulsations. He took his hand off of his dick as he came toward you, figuring out his next move.

“I’m not gonna untie your hands.” His voice had lost most of the earlier harshness.

“Okay.”

“But I’ll hold this hand.” He said, placing one of his hands in yours now that he was close enough. “And you give me three squeezes if you need to breathe.” You were nodding as he got into position over your face, placing his knees on either side of your head. “Or you can just give me a kick if it gets too much.”

You didn’t refuse any aspects of his advances, just opening your mouth as you loosely wrapped your fingers around his hand. With him so close to your face, you were given the scent of his pure lust, a hint at what was to come. You extended your tongue over your row of bottom teeth, watching as he shifted and secured his balance.

He angled his hips and brought the head of his cock down to your tongue. He was looking into your eyes as he moved his shaft down your tongue, your saliva mixing with the moisture that was already coating him. He moved for the warmth of your mouth and you obediently wrapped your lips around him.

You could feel how he was throbbing as he eased more of his length into you, his eyelids beginning to flutter. He didn’t go all the way in, not striving to overwhelm you straight away.

His hand held yours a little tighter as he pumped forward, then back again. He worked himself back-and-forth, your slicked lips rubbing him as he established the tempo that suited his needs. You stayed with him, all of his reactions adding to the arousal that dominated your experience.

He was soon using your mouth almost as quickly as he had been moving his hand. You kept your cheeks drawn in as he locked into his goal. You weren’t craving your own stimulations, that had faded from importance, his climax clearly more significant. The pleasure that you derived came from being used, came from being exactly what he needed right now.

“Fuck…” He moaned.

His available hand reached down, collecting some of your hair between his fingers. You were feeling the extra warmth in your mouth as his dick started to leak more consistently.

“Make me come and I’ll give you the next load in your pussy. We’ll come together, okay babygirl?”

You had to find a way to agree that wouldn’t require you to take him out of your mouth. You sucked your cheeks in more, willing to sacrifice your ability to breathe easily for the moment. You also lifted your tongue to press against the underside of his shaft as he kept at this pacing.

The wet insides of your parted thighs twitched as you felt the burning desire to watch him fall apart. You could tell that he was getting close to losing himself when his hips unpredictably jutted forward a few times.

“Mmn, mmn…” His whining was getting louder as he grinded harder into your face. His eyes squeezed shut as his chest expanded and the hand holding your hair gripped tighter. Your world froze as you watched, desperate to see him move into that ecstasy.

He threw his head back as his body weight rocked forward. The cum surged into your mouth, heavy drops sliding straight down your tongue and into your throat. You kept your lips tensed around him as his half-coherent moans filled the room.

You began to move your tongue against him, making something of an effort to clean his dick. He let go of your hair, but his hand in yours squeezed. You massaged your tongue all over the shaft filling your mouth as he steadily caught his breath.

“That wasn’t how I planned it.” He said, withdrawing over your messy lips. “But you just…” He moved off of you, putting his butt on the mattress. “With every noise that you were making, it had me questioning why I was working so hard to keep control, ‘til I got tired of not having an answer.”

You had thoroughly licked your lips, but you could feel how wet the immediate area around your mouth still was. You turned your head, bringing your face to your elevated arm. You used your bicep to wipe off the lower half of your face, rubbing back-and-forth. When you were done, you saw a couple of streaks from your purple lipstick mixed in with the combination of spit and cum.

You didn’t hesitate to set your tongue to work cleaning this up. His cum was the beginning of your reward and you wanted to savour every bit of it. You heard his little excited gasp when he noticed what you were doing - all without being asked to do so, you were feeling very much like a good girl. You enjoyed having his taste coat your tongue for a while longer.

“Should we revise what you learned earlier?” He asked.

It took you a moment to realise what he was hinting at. “Good girls come with permission.”

“Uh-huh, and are you ready for your permission?” He asked, moving closer.

“Yes, Daddy.” You said, your breath coming in faster as he climbed on top of you, this time placing his body over yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed you, undeterred by the taste of his own cum. The time spent without the vibrator hadn’t seen any dulling of your desires. Just because you’d had the chance to catch your breath didn’t mean you were any less turned on than you had been when he was in the middle of punishing you. All of those sensitivities lingered, just waiting to be rediscovered by him.

You remained so close to that edge, exactly where he wanted you. Your whimper was muffled by his lips when the head of his hard shaft began to spread your swollen pussy open.

So much of your body was attuned to his movements that you were feeling it beyond your cunt when he moved in deeper. It seemed like every fibre of your being had been awaiting this penetration.

“You look so good like this.” He said in a husky whisper as he started to rock his hips into yours.

“You think that I look good takin’ that dick?” You sought to clarify. “I’m glad.”

“That goes without saying, babygirl. I meant how pretty you look with your makeup all ruined and running.” He said as his eyes moved across the features of your face. “You looked hot all made up at the start of the night, you always paint yourself to perfection. But there’s somethin’ about how you look right now- unf, it’s doing things to me.

“Your lipstick is absolutely destroyed. All that pretty shadow under your eyes is streaky, so much is smeared. And it’s beautiful. And it’s the perfect representation of how much I’ve corrupted you. I can see through the facade, I can see how much you’ve let me ruin you.” He said. “And it’s so sexy, it’s so…”

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer as you tilted your pelvis. “Corrupt me more, I want more.”

He picked up speed, spending more time buried deep into your cunt. “I will, oh I fuckin’ will, I will, I will…”

He got faster again and it became difficult to think amidst all of the sensations that his persistent thrusting was stirring up. Your walls spasmed and clamped around him, with every collision feeling better than the one that preceded it.

You shut your eyes as your whole body felt full of tingles, pulsing in your desperate state. Your hands were shaking and it was consistently getting harder to hold back the overwhelming conclusion.

“Please.” You burst out, ready to give in to your monumental orgasm.

“Yes babygirl, yes.” He moaned, his stamina remaining as he finished you off with some more pounding. “Come for me, come.”

You cried out in relief, so glad to let it all go. As you were moving into your perfect moment, the clamping down of your cunt was enough to take him over his own edge. Buried deep inside of you, this new wave of cum was unleashed.

All that you could do was go limp, you were spent in every sense of the word.

“Oh my fucking God.” You gasped as you finally felt him loosening the rope around your wrists.

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.

You opened your eyes to find him looking you over with eyes full of concern and you wanted to get rid of that as quickly as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m- I’m alright.”

“Good girl.” He said, giving you a kiss on the forehead, reinforcing the fact that the scene was over. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can get you, yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I think I need a cigarette after all of that.”

You drew your arms and legs up to your torso as you continued to work at catching your breath. You were still feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t know how to even begin coming down.

In the process of finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter, your inactivity had caught his attention. He walked back over to the bed. “Hey, how are you feelin’?”

“I- I’m alright.” Your mouth felt dry as you talked. “I just-... it can wait ‘til you come back from your smoke.”

He sat down beside you. “No, no waiting, tell me now.”

You couldn’t explain it but there was a shyness that you felt as you gradually lifted your eyes up to his face. “Can I have cuddles?”

“Fuck yes you can have cuddles.” He said as he quickly laid down with you. He scooted his body in closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes, this is perfect. I like how safe I feel in your arms.”

He was gently stroking your hair back from your face, moving the strands to rest behind your ear. “That’s good because you are safe in my arms. You’re safe…” He kissed you on the cheek. “You’re valued…” He kissed your other cheek. “You’re respected…” He switched back to the other cheek, but this time his kiss was placed much closer to your lips. “You’re understood…” He mirrored another kiss. “And you are fucking adored.”

His next kiss went directly onto your lips. You shut your eyes, caressing his cheek as you enjoyed a subtle warmth blooming in your belly. You marvelled at how fast he could help you feel less unsettled in your own skin.

“And if you’re not feeling all of those things, then I’m not doing my job as your dom.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t feel those things. It’s just such a big rush of emotions and the crash after the adrenaline- I guess it caught me off-guard. And the alcohol probably doesn’t help all of that.” You said.

“How much did you have?”

“Uh…” It felt like you were looking back further than just a few hours ago. “Three glasses of wine and some shots.”

His eyebrows raised. “Some shots?”

“I don’t remember specifics, Max was buying them.” You said. “But one that we had was called a purple nurple.”

“And was it nurple-y?” He teased.

“Um, it was purple.” You said. “Anyway, my point is that me getting discombobulated is not a failing on your part. Maybe I just need a little extra aftercare tonight.”

“Awesome. You know that I’m always down for aftercare, I’ll aftercare you into next week. As much fun as I have during our scenes, I wouldn’t rank that time above this.” He said as he traced his fingers up-and-down your spine. “I love getting to take care of you and nurturing you like this- it’s honestly so good for me too. I like the feeling of us restoring the balance.”

You didn’t doubt that he meant what he said, but you still sought another piece of validation. “You like it so much that you don’t mind me keeping you from a cigarette?”

“My pet is far more important than any cigarette.” He said.

“Because I’m cuter than a cigarette?”

This earned you a chuckle from him. “Yes. On the long, long list of things that you are cuter than, is cigarettes.” He gave you another kiss. “Was there another part of aftercare that you had in mind, or are you only about the cuddles?”

“Actually, can you do me a favour?” You asked, prompting him to immediately nod his head. “On my makeup table, it should be out with the other stuff- can you get the box for these lashes?” He started to sit up. “I’m desperate to take these off. It feels like butterflies have landed on my eyes.”

He walked over to the disorganised mess that was your makeup table. “Well they look very pretty and they didn’t move a single inch.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I made sure I glued that shit down properly.” You said. “Do I really look like the kind of chick that would go to a drag show with a wonky eyelash?”

“No, you do not.” He said, returning to the bed with two things in hand. He showed you the pack of face wipes. “I figured I could help you take the rest of the makeup off.”

You were pulling one of the false eyelashes off of your lid as you sat up. “Thanks, but I’m probably better off just having a shower ‘cause I’m gonna need coconut oil to get this eyeliner off, it’s the heavy-duty shit.”

“Should we shower? I’ll cuddle you in there too.”

The two of you went into the bathroom. While he was getting the shower water to the perfect temperature, you stepped up to the mirror to inspect the makeup he was so taken by. Immediately you were laughing at what you saw. You were such a mess, it appeared that you had been partying for days, or that you had started trying to wipe your makeup off, only to get bored and fall asleep not even halfway through the process.

You commented that you didn’t understand how he could call you beautiful in your current state, a fucking dumpster would look more put together than you. At that he had rushed to your side, kissing you on the cheek before launching into an explanation of how your natural sexiness shone through. It seemed that he had an endless amount of sweet words to tell you, ready to counter all of your self-deprecating statements.

He was still talking when you stepped into the shower with him. Under the pleasantly warm stream of water, he took the lead in removing your makeup. You held the jar of coconut oil and he dipped a portion of the washcloth in, tenderly wiping this across your face, one section at a time.

“Can I tell you about my night?” You asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dying to get the full story. You sent me, like, two Snapchats when you first got to the club, then nothing.”

You did your best to keep everything in chronological order as you shared what you had experienced within the doors of Honcho. You told him about the best drag performances, sharing details of the outfits and repeating any funny comments you had made at the time. You described the friendly people you had met (becoming mutuals with a couple on Instagram) and you explained how you had been convinced to stay so late.

“I’m sorry, I just wanna make sure I heard you right…” He cut in. “Did you say Glue, this queen was named Glue, that’s the whole name?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You said. “Do you not like it? I love it, it’s hilarious.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just really random.”

“That’s what’s so great about it. So you wouldn’t go the silly route if you were picking a drag name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh, I think my drag name would need to be something super slutty.”

“‘Cause you’d be-”

He started talking in the same second, your words somewhat synchronising. “Because I would be a slutty queen.”

“-a slutty queen.”

He smiled at that. “Ah-ha, so you’re familiar with my work?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on stage two or three times, I guess.” You joked.

You started trying to come up with the perfect name for his drag queen alter-ego, brainstorming aloud. You attempted to combine the word slut with common names and he joined in. You were both laughing as the practice seemingly became a competition to come up with the dumbest thing.

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[karatekels]

TIGmas Day #9 – Mediation

This fic is dedicated to @thedeadsingforme, and will be posted in at least a few parts (currently 8!) because I got carried away (you’ll likely understand why as soon as you read the summary). This one is going to be interesting, and while it’s a bit of a stretch (more like not compliant with the canon of either movie), I think it’s in a fun (or at least kinky!) way. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

Pairings: Reader x Terry; Reader x Cash; … Terry x Reader x Cash

TW (For the whole fic, not necessarily in every chapter): Deception, stalking, sketchy police business, references to crime, flirting, teasing, dirty talk, M/F sex of all kinds (no M/M though)

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Mediation

Prologue: Acclimation

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- 1991 -

Terry's POV:

“No. Absolutely not.”

“That’s funny, McCain – I don’t recall asking if you were okay with it.”

“I don’t work with a partner. Not anymore, you know that. I can work with Dylan and Frankie if I have to, but –”

“How many different ways do I have to tell you this is non-negotiable before it gets through that thick skull of yours?” Captain McLaren bellows, spittle flying past his bushy moustache.

“Do I or do I not get the job done on my own?” Terry asks flatly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“That’s not the point, McCain. It’s departmental policy to work in pairs; keeps officers safe, and keeps them from stepping out of line, being rougher with suspects than they need to be,” McLaren replies, his voice think with implications.

Alright, so maybe he had been a little excessive with his use of force lately when handling perps, but so what? He was trying to clean up the city. And it wasn’t as if these people didn’t deserve it; they were criminals, they all did.

“I’d rather take things on alone than have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back instead of watching it.”

McLaren sighs deeply, looking across his desk at him with a weary expression, and Terry stiffens. He was not going to tolerate another unwanted, fatherly discussion about his last partner.

“Officer Y/N has a spotless record –”

“Anyone can be crooked, Captain.”

“Y/N is fresh out of the academy, McCain – no opportunity to go crooked yet. You could make sure she stays that way.”

Terry gets out of the chair, angrily shoving it back into place, his large hands gripping the back of it tightly as he stares down at the older man with a furious expression.

“A rookie?!” he snarls incredulously. “You want me to be a fucking babysitter? Why are you punishing me?”

“Maybe because you’re having a tantrum in front of your superior officer.”

Terry whirls around, having not heard the door to the Captain’s office open; who the fuck had the nerve to talk down to him like this? He lowers his gaze to look down at the short woman standing at the door.

Your arms are crossed and you have an unimpressed expression on your face as you look up at him. His temper is somewhat quelled, and he feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment – his mother would have his head if she knew that he had spoken disrespectfully about a woman, rookie or not.

Terry opens his mouth to speak, but you look past him to the Captain. “I apologize for the behaviour of my partner, Captain McLaren. Hopefully we can settle into our new roles quickly and get to work with fewer disruptions,” you say, your tone cold as you glare daggers up at Terry. Before he can get an apology in, you’ve whirled around, leaving the office and closing the door behind you. Through the blinds of the office windows he sees you take a seat at your assigned desk, right next to his.

A low chuckle from behind him makes him turn around to face the other man.

“What?” he snaps, irritated once more.

“Devlin said he thought L/N might be able to keep you in line. Looks like he was right,” McLaren explains, still laughing.

“So, what? Now I need a babysitter?”

“Don’t be an idiot, McCain – no one is babysitting anyone. You’re partners, you take care of each other. It hasn’t been that long, you still remember how it works, right?”

“Yes.” He gives the answer reluctantly, through gritted teeth. Looks like he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“Good. Now go play nice with Officer L/N – I don’t want to hear any complaints about your conduct, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Looks like she’s rubbing off on you already. Dismissed!”

Biting his tongue instead of responding, he turns and exits the office, resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. Lashing out at McLaren for enforcing a rule wouldn’t change anything, and he supposes that taking out his frustrations on you wasn’t fair either.

He hesitates as he approaches the workstation you two will be sharing, staring at your back. No one had sat at that desk for months; no one had dared to. Seeing you there, taking the place intentionally left empty fills him with trepidation. Would you screw him over too? Show your true colours, abandon him, make him feel like –

“What the hell are you staring at, McCain?” you bark, eyes narrowing suspiciously as you catch him staring. He swallows, trying to tamp down his temper as it threatens to flare up once again, and takes a deep breath.

“Look, I… I just wanted to apologize. It’s not that I have anything against y–”

“You know, the only thing worse than hearing you make assumptions about me before we even met would be you changing those assumptions just because I’m a woman,” you interrupt him crossly, closing the distance between the two of you to avoid raising your voice.

“I get that you don’t want to work with me, McCain – you’re a big, bad tough guy who’s too good for a partner. Well, guess what? I don’t really have any interest in working with you either, no matter how good a cop everyone says you are. So why don’t we agree to just stay out of each other’s way and cut the crap?”

His nostrils flare; you really know how to push his buttons. He wonders what he could have possibly done to Lieutenant Devlin to make him seek revenge by partnering him up with you.

“Fine,” he seethes, scooping up his current open casefiles and looking for an empty interrogation room to work in instead.

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Reader’s POV:

Your so-called partner Terry McCain had stormed off hours ago, presumably to sulk in solitude, and hadn’t returned since. That was just fine, in your opinion. You doubt he could teach you anything valuable anyway – you’d had enough experience dealing with whiny, temperamental man-children at the academy.

Still, this behaviour is just unprofessional, and certainly not a great start to your career as a police officer. You had overcome so much, earned the respect of your fellow trainees during your training by graduating at the top of your class, making them come to terms with their prejudices and recognizing that they had been wrong about you. You had landed your dream job, working at one of the busiest precincts in Chicago alongside one of its – apparently – finest detectives. But his reluctance to work with you has you feel like you’re starting your training all over again – down at the bottom of the totem pole, judged and looked down upon by all the men.

Your frustration with McCain fuels you throughout the day as you set up your and your computer, intermittently filling out paperwork as it is brought to your desk. You would not be scared off by the man’s childish antics.

The precinct is relatively empty, everyone out working cases or walking the beat, so you don’t feel guilty setting up your radio and turning the dial to your favourite jazz station, the music soothing your bad mood.

“You listen to WNUA?” The speaker’s voice is filled with surprise, and you turn, seeing that Terry has returned from his self-imposed exile.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” you ask, arching an eyebrow challengingly, but the tall man’s lips twitch in an almost-smile.

“Not at all, it’s actually my favourite radio station. I just never met another cop that liked smooth jazz,” he replies, his mouth giving in and stretching into a pleased smile that lights up his face.

“Well… good then,” you finish awkwardly, turning back to your desk. As you root around through the last few desk drawers you have to sort through, you hear him settling in at his own desk behind you, and bite the inside of your cheek. Perhaps there was hope for an amicable partnership after all…

Taking a seat, you sift through the papers, seeing if there was anything you needed to keep. A lot of the documents seem to belong to the same officer, someone named Cash Ewing. Could this have been Terry’s previous partner?

“Did you used to work with someone named Cash Ewing?” you ask, frowning at the thick stack of papers that belong to the man. “He left a lot of random crap in his desk…”

You lower the documents after a moment to see why he hasn't responded and see that Terry has stiffened in his chair, his jaw clenched shut as he glares off into the distance. After a stretch of silence his eyes flit over to you.

“He’s no one. He got fired. I can take those for you,” he says tersely in a hoarse voice, standing up and taking the papers out of your hands, walking out of sight before you can protest. You look after him, your brow furrowed, wondering at what had happened between Terry and this other cop to have him so angry.

Everything within you wants to ask Terry – ask anyone – about what exactly went on with Cash Ewing. You were the type of person that hated an unsolved mystery, possibilities swirling through your head as you try to put the pieces together.

But this man was meant to be your partner, and clearly didn’t want to discuss the topic. Swallowing your curiosity, and resolving to get to the bottom of things without him, you let the issue go for now.

Terry returns some time later without the documents and wordlessly retakes his seat beside you, typing up a report on his computer.

“Hey,” you say softly, trying to rekindle that brief spark of camaraderie you’d had before the subject of Cash had come up. Still, you watch Terry stiffen before he looks over at you with guarded eyes.

“What?” he asks, and you can tell that he’s bracing himself for the questions you desperately want to ask.

“Are there any good jazz clubs around here?” you ask, giving him a small smile. Terry’s shoulders sag slightly in relief at the change in topic, and his gaze is filled with warmth as he looks at you now, returning your smile.

“My friend Jake owns the best in town.”

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[gassywill]

(Pt 1) The Gassy Master - Meet Up

/ Story based a little on truth and what me and Jake actually get up too, but might make this a series - includes farts, burps, cum \

I didn’t know what to expect, I met the guy online. Jake was his name, he was cute and very kinky and he had a fart fetish which I kinda liked the idea of as it sounded pretty controlling and a fitting punishment for me. I hadn’t really done much with guys, I am not really into the usual stuff like anal, I just wanted to be controlled by someone, however I didn’t quite know what that would look like.

That’s when I found him, I was on Tinder and as I was swiping through then this brown haired guy smiled out of the screen at me. He was cute, and way out of my league. I scrolled down the see his profile:

“Looking for my next victim, think you can handle being used for hours on end? Swipe right.”

I did just that. I waited, and waited then about a week later we matched and he messaged me:

“Hey bitch, so you think you could take it?”

I was in shock, having never done anything like this is hesitantly replied, “yes” he snapped back with “yes, what?” I didn’t quite know what he meant, he then replied again saying “you should say yes master” I agreed, as I typed messages back and forth by dick throbbed.

We eventually decided to meet, on Saturday. It was Friday. To say I was scared was a MASSIVE understatement.

I walked into his apartment with my overnight bag, being optimistic I had packed for a night. He lead me into his room, Jake’s massive ass bouncing up and down as he walked around. It’s at this point to mention he was even hotter in person, like just cute. I would not have expected him to be like what he was.

The bed was in the centre of his room, on the bed was a very thick sleeping bag to the side of it were leather handcuffs and then a gas mask. This made me more nervous, sure he told me what he was gonna do to me, but I didn’t really believe it. Until now.

He looked at me and said “you sure about this” I replied quietly with “yes” he looked at me, anger building in his face he ran towards me and thew me against the wall, pinning my neck with his muscly arm. He said “what?” I didn’t know what he meant. He went in to kiss me, as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly I felt him belch right down my throat “wtf” I said, he looked at me and went “wtf master you mean” keeping a strong tight hold.

He held my head and belched towards my nose once more, this smelling even more awful. He looked right into my eyes and said “call me master, or I will publish you harder” I nodded to agree.

Wasn’t going to make that mistake again. With the taste and smell of his disgusting burp still lingering he gestured over to the bed, saying the words “strip for me”. I took off my clothes and waited for my next instructions.

He came over and attached the leather handcuffs to my hands and feet, I wasn’t free anymore. He dragged me over to the bed, and told me to get into the sleeping bag. It was quite cosy being honest, felt nice against the skin but stank of rotten eggs and weeks old dry cum.

He slowly zipped up the bag, with a little laugh as he did it. He looked down and said “right bitch, it’s time for me to unload this gas I’ve been holding in” I was a bit scared and asked by master if we could wait a few minutes before starting.

Instead of doing that, he took his socks off, they were meant to be white I think, but the whole bottom was brown. I could smell them from here. He told me to open wide, after what happened with the burp I didn’t was to refuse.

I opened my mouth and he stuffed his sock in, fuck. It tasted bad. So bad, I can’t even begin to scribe the taste it was just rotten. I tried spitting it out, but he held my mouth shut. He grabbed some gaffa tape and bound my mouth shut.

I was now silent, not able to protest the stinky torture I was about to endure. He reached over me and grabbed the gas mask, as I shook my head in protest thinking he would listen the grin on his face grew.

Had he done this before? He must of. But he was so excited for it to happen, I was beginning to regret what I had agreed too. I was secured, no escape in a thick sleeping bag, gagged with his dirty sock and now having a gas mask fitted to my face.

I could see out the eye holes of the mast, my view was mostly restricted. I felt him sit next to me, I looked up and could see him, he looked like he was towering over me, he was still hot even after all this.

I felt him attach a tube to the bottom of the gas mask, as I breathed the smell was ok. Then all of a sudden the smell and feel of the air changed, the air was warm and smelt a little eggy. I thought, this is it, I think I can handle this.

He looked down and said “ready bitch boy?” I then realised that smell was just his ass, not a fart. Shook my head, he smiled and let out a massive bubbly fart down the tube, I heard the sound of it, then the smell hit me in waves.

It was TOXIC, absolutely vile. I had no choice to inhale it, my mouth full of his disgusting socks. I screamed, muffled by his socks and forced to breath in his deadly air, the eye holes started to condensate making it very difficult to see anything.

I tried to move but I was stuck, then he ripped another vile fart down the tube, this time was even worse than last time. This is the moment I felt his hand go down to my dick. Through the sleeping bag he touched my dick rubbing it, making me harder and harder.

He was basically wanking me off to his deadly gas, but he was very good at this. It felt so good, but the smell was so bad. He ripped even more farts, each louder and stinkier than the last. It was gross, I was screaming my dick getting harder and harder as he used it, until… I came. It felt amazing although that was short lived as a massive SBD ripped down the tube all I could do was smell it, I didn’t hear it coming. Just the toxic wave of air made it so much worse. It was this moment I passed out cold.

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[blue-collar-mans-sub]

Swallow: the newest member of the boys’ club.

I had officially fucked up.

Let me explain—I was on my way home from Lowe’s, and found myself at a stoplight behind a younger biker. Maybe a 30s day, chunky boots, jeans, and a leather jacket.

I watched as he slowed down, dropped his feet to the asphalt, and walked his bike up to the stop line.

After he took off, I forgot about him. Until later that night, when I was pounding my meat. Suddenly I was looking up “biker” and “Harley” on Tumblr.

As it usually does when in horny, my horniness got the better of me and before I knew it, I banged out a Doublelist post titled “30s Alpha Bikers, Please Use Me!” I went on to describe I liked the idea of a rough, younger biker taking advantage of me; telling me what to do. Stated I liked military and authority figures, straight guys, masculine guys, and that discretion was assured.

I got one immediate reply: “bad scene, dude.” The message didn’t have an email address and was a waste of my time anyway. Fucking trolls

It wasn’t until the next day that I got my second:

40s. Ride a Harley. Former military. Got a pretty average cock, but shoot nice loads. I want sucked. Often. Get back at me with a place and time.

He sent a pic and he was, well, my type. Not pretty, rugged. I definitely noticed the thin blue line flag on his vest.

If I hadn’t been stroking when I read the reply—if I had came, maybe I wouldn’t have responded. But I did.

Gave the dude my address and said “whenever, just let me know.”

Next thing I know I was sucking on his hog. He just watched straight porn on his phone.

Soon enough, I heard him grunt and whisper, “swallow it.”

I did, and thanked him for feeding me a nice load.

He looked amused as he got up to go. Re-doing his belt, he looked at me and said “Not bad. Might hit you up some other night.”

“Anytime. Thanks for not beating the shit out of me. he laughed, and I should have left it there. But awkward me, always saying too much. “Never expected anyone like you to reply. It’s kinda weird—I always had this fantasy of being, like, the club bottom.”

He turned back to me on his way out to the mudroom.

“Yeah? That’s fucked up.” He seemed to think about it for a moment. He smirked and I saw an almost sadistic glint in his eye for a second. Something made him light up, anyway.

“So I got a group I ride with. Decent guys, we’re not a gang. Not a club. Just boys hanging out. Mostly vets, guardsman, retired military. A few of us are cops, we got a few tradesmen too. But all straight. And from what I know, kinky fuckers.”

I kinda liked the sound of that.

“Judge is kind of like our patriarch. He got us all together. We hang at his place by the marina. But point is, he caught his wife cheating. He didn’t really care too much. They ended up opening things up… but it was the secrecy and the lies he was mad about.

To punish her he ‘sentenced’ her to 6 months serving any of the guys, on demand. She did it, but after 6 months he made it clear she was off limits.

But some of us really got used to snapping our fingers and getting a suck job. That’s how it worked. We’d just snap or call for her and she’d do the rest. Pull it out, get it up, suck it down.”

Now if you’re serious, I know at least some of the guys would be willing to use a fa- uh, a queer cocksucker. But you’re gonna have to make it worth it. Dedication, probably full service. We never fucked Crystal… but you got two holes.

And if we do this, you gotta commit. You can’t start and then just disappear. The guys aren’t gonna want someone out there knowing they let a fa—fuck, a queer—swing on their dick.

Friday and Saturday nights you’re ours. Go home on Sunday and do what you do. But while you’re at the club, you obey.

Might even get you a vest like mine, if you stick around. Mark you as our little faggot cocksucker?”

That third time, he didn’t edit the “f” word. Hearing it made my dick harder than it was.

“Shit, that’s it. I got your nickname. “Swallow.” He kept going, sounding cocky. “Fuck, I can smell the desperation on you. You’re doing this. I’ll get the best embroidered and we’ll have them put a bull ring on the back, too.”

I must’ve looked confused.

“To hook your leash onto. Didn’t I mention the leash? It’s just to keep you obedient. …and, down where you belong.”

“Speaking of which, the thought of the club sharing another sex toy, that shit’s got me hard again.

Work another load out, Swallow.”

[the-biggest-simp-in-the-land]

The brothers  Nsfw hcs 1 of 7

Minors DNI

Belphie

He has a choking kink. Change my mind.

He likes the reverse cowgirl position, you may be on top but he is still controlling you, like he holds your hips and controls the pace you go.

Helikes to edge you and overstimulate you.

He likes to keep his cock inside of you afterwards, he won't take it of or move in his sleep, and do not dare to try to get some friction, he will get mad if he wakes up and punished you.

Talking about punishments, he usually gags you and leaves you tied up with a vibrator on, touching that sweet spot of yours and leave to sleep. Letting you cum for hours, leaving you a crying, overstimulated mess.

He likes to degrade you, a lot, this man love talking about how much of a little slut you are.

The first time you two had sex it was sweet and romantic, it was almost out of character for him and of you were a virgin, well he is ten times more careful, handling you like you are made of glass.

After a few times you notice he was holding back with you and you ask him to let it all out, that's how you ended up on the situation you are. Now days most of you guys sex is not soft, not really extremely kinky, but still, more kinky than before. You still have soft sex sometimes if he is in a more… "I wanna take care of you" mood, instead of either "I'm sleepy but I want sex" or "I'm annoyed and awake" type of mood.

When he is annoyed is because he is either A) jealous B) someone woke him up from a nap C) You teased him all day. And when he is like that… well get ready for a long night.

He also likes to fuck you in your dreams, while he fucks you in real life, he thinks you look adorable when sleeping, so sweet for him, so innocent, so cute. 

He also likes to be woken up by blowjobs, it's a nice way to be woken up, what else can he say? 

He will try yo experiment with you but only if he has enough energy for that.

Also aftercare is nice, but normally you two just sleep after the session  like I said be gore, with him still inside you. There is normally some water and chips that he hid from Beel.

Talking about Beel, he sometimes joins if you hive him permission. I will dice more into it later with Beel, but you can say that they are opposits in bed. While one will degrade you  the other will praise you, but most of the time the person that speaks more is Belphie.

He will be such a sweetheart if you are having a bad day, being soft with you, praising, kissing and worshiping your body. It's a whole 180 from what you two normally do.

Soft Belphie happens in special occasions too… like when you did well on a test or it's your birthday, things like that.

You can tease him by wearing his clothes, talking a lot to Beel (he loves his twin  but sometimes he can get jelly), wearing your pijama in front of others, wearing a summer dress (idk how to explain that one), if you had a session and leaves with no panties or leave with his cum still inside you and go on with your day it will make him lose his mind, he also likes when you either a brat or extremely submissive ( he likes submissive girls because they are easier to control, but he also likes the fighting for dominance thing) and thighhighs. 

Thank you for reading.

From: your beloved author.

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - Seven Days style

giving everyone a sneak peek into Day 6 for Snippet Sunday.

we're almost to the end. chapter 6 is 75% done; chapter 7 is finished.

read Seven Days from the beginning here on ao3.

my other fics live here on ao3.

tagging the coemancer crew, and anyone that has any fics they'd like to share.

sneaky peeky

“Funny thing about relationships. People assume the dominant one always has the power. But, that’s frequently not true. It’s the submissive one that usually does. I mean, so long as the relationship isn’t abusive.” He scratched his beard, realizing he hadn’t seen a mirror in six days, and wondered what a sight he must look. “With me and Lillian, people always thought that I was the one in control, I was a Coe, after all. But I wasn’t. It was Lillian calling all the shots. I’m generally an easy-going guy. I mostly didn’t care. But she cared about everything. All. The. Time. So, it was easier to just let her have her way. Then Cora came along. And I started caring.

“I’m assuming your Sam had a similar past as mine? Met Lillian while smuggling? She came in and saved his ass?” The woman nodded. “Yeah. I was pretty self-destructive at that age. Really, really fucked up. If you’re not a total idiot, you can actually learn a lot about yourself when you hit rock bottom, though it took awhile to figure it out. Like, I got really into some kinky sex. Just kinda let myself get used by whoever, however, when we partied. Realized later that it was me trying to punish myself. It was all of that self-hatred and loathing that got instilled by Jacob coming out. I was so outta control. But at the time, it felt like I was in control, that I had the power. It was a lie, though.

“Then Lillian came along, helped clean me up, set me right. But, I still didn’t have any power. I felt like I was always trailing in someone’s footsteps, Solomon, Jacob, and then Lillian.

“But Cora changed everything. She made me want to be a better person, a better man. Lillian…well, to be honest, Lillian didn’t have that much interest in being a mother. I mean, she loves Cora, but she ain’t exactly the maternal type. A lot of the time it was just me and Cora. I had taken more of a desk job so I could be closer to her. Lillian, though, never slowed down, at least once she went back to rangering.

“You learn a lot about power when you have a baby. With Cora I learned to take control. I had never felt like I was in control before, but I had to be with her. Had to be the parent. That was one of those things all the parenting books said: be the parent; take control. Honestly, it was really hard at first. But, I gradually learned how. It was also what led me to quit the Rangers and leave Lillian.”

Sam heaved a sigh, and then laid down on the cell’s floor, with his hands behind his head. “I’ve had a lot of time to think in here,” he said, “about where I came from, and where I’m going. All the choices I’ve made, good and bad. So often, you think you’re the victim, when you’re actually the one victimizing yourself.”

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

hoogh im thinking about stancat123. he’s so cute frrrrr… so behold! nsfw stan x reader headcanons since I’m simping on main. no gendered pronouns but reader is afab

[full disclosure this was first put into my drafts in fucking January. time is a myth i have adhd]

stan is overall kind of a disaster of a guy (affectionate). you would absolutely have to make the first move and flirt with him

he’s so warm…. like human hot water bottle. good for hugging.

he would absolutely ramble about topics that he likes for hours on end and it’s adorable

i don’t think he’s a good cook. like, at all. im pretty sure he managed to give himself food poisoning within a few weeks of living by himself. he goes into the kitchen and creates biohazards modern horror writers only wish they could create. but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and puppy-dog eyes, so you two spend a lot of time cooking together (he improves. eventually)

when you snuggle in bed he starts out as the little spoon but you end up waking up to his limbs tangled around you as he clings onto you like a weird lanky koala

he’s also NOT a morning person at all. he’s like a siren but instead of leading your ship into the rocks with his singing he leads you back into the warm and comfy bed in the morning when you have things to do with his cute snoring and 🥺 face. when he does get up it’s always after 10am (unless he has something to do) and he shuffles around awkwardly like a zombie for an hour until his brain properly wakes up. he has fallen asleep in his breakfast and on your shoulder whilst standing several times and you’ve got a lot of photos

it’s so easy to make him flustered, you hold his hand in public in the beginning of your relationship and he can’t make eye contact with anyone for the next two hours

you accidentally give him a hickey once and he walks into the office, screams at a such a high pitch that has some people think that a bird has gotten stuck in the room, turns around runs out and promptly falls down the stairs.

the only thing he bruises is his ego. you were the one bruising his neck ;)

he’s very submissive in bed. he likes the feeling of someone else taking control of him, telling him exactly what to do and how to do it. he doesn’t have to think for a while, and for a few hours all he will ever be is a pretty little pet, a living dildo for you to use and pleasure yourself with as you see fit, exisiting solely to make you feel good and he fucking loves it.

he’s definitely got a big dick, and his dick’s pretty thick too. this does not change how much of a bottom he is and if anything it makes it more adorable

pet play. god, he’d be so big on pet play. again, he loves being ordered around, so he happily puts on a collar and lets you put a leash on him, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he pants slightly. his mind goes fuzzy and he finds it hard to think, but he doesn’t mind since you’re doing all the thinking for him. he finds it a bit harder to control himself, so sometimes he ends up humping your thighs sloppily to get off and even though both of you know that you’re going to need to punish him later for being a bad boy and touching himself when he wasn’t allowed to, you don’t stop him because the little moans and whimpers he makes as he tries to fuck your thighs, spreading his pre everywhere as he bucks his hips against you shakily sound so damn good

he’s really fucking kinky even though it embarrasses him a bit. like you name it he’s either willing to try it or he’s already jerked off to it. hands? check. choking? absolutely! face sitting? god yes, he wants you to smother him so badly. pegging? spanking? wax play? he’s already been trying to figure out how to ask you about that. knife play? he wasn’t too sure about this but he had a dream recently where you held him at knifepoint and he woke up to realise that he’d come in his pants, so yes.

also PEGGING. holy shit he’d probably love to be pegged, love the feeling of your skin pressing up against him as you slam into him over and over again ruthlessly until he cums all over himself. spanking, too. he wants you to slap his ass till it bruises, and there’s a chance you could probably get him to finish just by slapping his ass

yknow how i mentioned that he loves to ramble about topics he likes? imagine starting to grind up against him as he talks, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and seeing just how long he can keep his composure, words starting to slur together as he gasps and groans, desperately trying to stop himself from moaning like the needy little whore you both know he is. he doesn’t last long, and soon he’s on his knees with his head in between your thighs, using his mouth for something that’s equally as productive and enjoyable for the both of you.

he probably sends you a lot of nudes. like every single image/video he sends you during the day is a Risky Click because it’s either something absolutely adorable and goofy like him showing you how many books he can stack on his head or it’s his fully erect, thick throbbing cock with precum leaking from the tip as he softly moans your name like it’s the only thing in life that matters, tears of overstimulation rolling down his cheeks, pretty brown eyes clouded with lust, one hand groping his chest and playing with his cute pink nipples, the other slowly pumping two of his fingers in and out of his perfect ass whilst he’s rambling about how he wishes you were home with him because he wants you to fuck him so badly and he just can’t wait any longer and he’s so sorry but surely you can understand that he’s too horny to not fuck himself like this

Voyeurism kink…. it’d absolutely embarrass him to admit it but he definitely gets off to the thought of people watching him, you included. he’s put on a show for you quite a few times, taking off all his clothes and slowly edging himself with a dildo or vibrator until he can’t take it anymore, the overstimulation breaking him. he just wants you to watch him be your perfect little slut <3

once you get past the initial hurdle of literally everything embarrassing him and you realise just how much of a needy pervert he actually is you both start to do a lot more somewhat public stuff. he starts wearing a collar around everywhere, hiding it beneath his clothes, starts asking you to give him more hickeys in visible spots because he loves it when people can see just who he belongs to

if he ever tops you it’s more of a service top thing with a lot of body worship. he may be on top but he’s still submissive, doing exactly what you ask of him and doing all he can to make sure that you feel good

all in all, adorable subby pervert. thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S1E7 (part 3)

Angel

Okay, last part of this episode. Hurray.

Buffy is now on the war path after believing that it was Angel who bit her mum. Which means we get to see the crossbow in action.

Darla talks about Buffy not wanting to see Angel's 'true' face, and while Buffy minds in this episode that he is a vampire, In 'What's my Line, part 1' Buffy will eventually not mind kissing him while in vamp mode.

Question for the audience: are vampires naturally kinky? Or do you get vanilla vampires?

Giles and Joyce together is sweet, they make a good pair, either as platonic co-parents to Buffy (and later Dawn) or as a one-off romantic couple.

How much leather did they use for the clothing of this show? Like every other episode has someone in leather. And then Spike comes in and it's every episode, but at least it's the same coat. We do get some iconic outfits from all the leather, but there's just so much.

Romani curse explanation time. I won't use the G-word because I know it is viewed as a slur. Even though it is used in the show, I will be respectful and not use it.

There are many philosophical debates about what a soul is. Despite my D in A-Level Religious Studies, I am not capable of talking about it. Essentially, the soul is supposed to be responsible for the conscience that a person has. It's Jiminy Cricket. When a person is sired they lose that, and have the capability to become a killing machine. Angel's curse restored his soul to him and now feels infinite remorse over all the carnage he caused as punishment for killing a Romani girl. That bit is clear. However, is the soul responsible for other emotions too? One of the big debates is could Spike love Buffy without a soul? And this is a question I will explore when I get there, I just want to pose it now out of interest. Because Darla, without a soul, loves Angel. Or is the love that Darla and Spike have a tainted type of love? But when Spike does get a soul it becomes a purer type of love? And what does that mean for humans who are capable of some truly horrible things and can have a twisted view of love? Or am I just digging too deep with this?

Angel hasn't had his full history written yet, because as we later learn in his own show, he has bitten people while ensouled. In retrospect he is kind of lying to Buffy.

We get the first use of guns in the show, by a duel wielding Darla, who should really learn to count her bullets. And aim better.

Willow coming in with the distraction and telling Buffy the truth.

Angel gets the kill. Sort of poetic. @girl4music reblogged one of my other posts talking about the early world building that happened during this season and how it doesn't match up with later ones and the spin-off. And I have to agree. This is probably due to the show being a mid-season replacement with a short season, so larger world/character building is not going to a major thing until the show gets another season and looks like it might have some longevity to it. Would Angel/Angelus have killed Darla? In retrospect, no. He would cause her harm, sure. He does later set fire to her and Drusilla. But within the context of this season without any meta info, it was done for shock value and to set Darla up as just a disposable villain. I am glad she gets brought back in the spin off and we get more info into her 400 year old life, because a character like her would have really been wasted if she never appeared again.

We are nearing the end. Xander is definitely threatened by Angel.

They acknowledge the age difference, I'm glad they do.

They kiss again, and he gets burned by the cross that Buffy wears, that was a gift from him. Also, the parallel that when Buffy finds out Angel has a soul, he gets burned by a cross at the end of the episode. Then when she finds out that Spike has a soul he burns himself on a cross at the end too.

That's the end of the my possibly coherent thoughts episode 7. This actually took more work that I thought it would. Tomorrow we talk about Willow's dating life. No guesses for how that fairs.

[spoiltizzy]

Aside from Izzy, Ed, and Stede, what, if any, other OFMD characters do you have an interest in seeing gain?

In addition, do you tend to favor certain branches (ik there's def a better word but I am like 3 mins away from bed so my brain is off rn) of feedism over another for particular characters, or do your interests remain fairly steady across the board (ex: prefer to see character A getting hand fed, have a thing for character b burping, seeing stretch marks on C, vs liking to see the same scenarios for a, b, and c)?

I was in the pub when I got this and I’ve been thinking about it but that doesn’t mean my answer is going to be any less rambly than usual sorry haha. I talk about dubcon scenarios in this more than I usually would, so. Just a warning. Um, I did once write sprizzy, but unfortunately at this point I’m sort of more in the Stede, Ed, and Izzy fandom than the OFMD fandom, if that makes any sense. You’d think that I’d be more interested in the heavier characters in OFMD, given my kink, I guess? Or more interested in other characters for other reasons. I mean, Fang has his tummy out all the time, and Roach seems to be quite a passionate chef. But I connected the most with Stede, Ed, and Izzy, and sadly the other characters really just do not scratch my brain, and there are some of them that I actually really dislike, like Ricky and Jack.

Jack, at least, I’d be willing to have horny thoughts about, but the situations I mentally put him in are all sort of demeaning and humiliating towards him. Sometimes worse. Maybe there’s a market for that, haha, idk. I didn’t understand hate sex until I read a CJ fanfic one time. I find him so annoying that I’d do kinky things to him but in a demeaning way, which is weird, because normally this kink is, if not always soft, usually at least sort of loving for me. It’s almost the only time that I have any interest in gaining being used in a genuine humiliation or punishment way, rather than anything of that sort being just roleplay between characters who actually love each other. Even when I think about Izzy being humiliated or feminized in a humiliating way, which is a weird kink of mine but hey, I grew up in a society full of gender roles so I’m allowed to have kinks about shit that’s been a part of my upbringing’s culture, usually I imagine that the people doing that to him have a lot of affection towards him, whereas any cuteness Stede or Ed saw in Jack in the scenarios in my head is in an actually condescending way with no respect for him. In fact the scenario sort of rests on them approaching the exchange with animosity towards him, which probably makes this my most controversial horny fantasy about pirates. Still, just because I find Jack annoying and don’t like him, I doubt I’d ever actually be able to write a fic or draw any art of this scenario or of chubby Jack or any of that. I don’t like the guy, the only satisfaction I get from thinking about him is either in this weird fucked up capacity, OR in a very very specific scenario involving Stede which I’ll get to later, because I think it’s kinda related to the second part of the question.

Given I am mostly only interested in my three favourite pirates, I can only really answer that second part of the question in relation to them, so I hope that’s ok. But yeah, there are different things that I like best for different characters.

I tend to favour Izzy in I guess what you’d describe as more submissive roles. That doesn’t necessarily always mean him being bigger. For example, the idea of a fat Stede and Ed feeding Izzy because their baseline for what he should weigh is thrown off by their own ideas of how big someone should be, given what they’ve done to themselves. Izzy also tends to be the only one who I’d put in more dubcon situations, like… force-feeding (though it’s worth noting I want him to secretly enjoy it) or weird fantasy intox scenarios where he’s being fattened up and might not be fully aware of it. He’s also my favourite pick for being the spoiled pet out of the three. In general, though I adore Izzy, he’s unfortunately the one that I tend to put in the weirdest most demeaning scenarios of the three. I have also been guilty of making him so fucking stupid because I think it’s funny, cute, and sometimes a little hot in the right scenarios. Like, if the crew realises giving Izzy food shuts him up and he has no idea why it’s happening and doesn’t realise he’s getting fat because of it, or, like I said, in weird fantasy intox scenarios where he’s just… not especially aware of what’s happening. He likes it, though. And he’s always very very loved. The only scenario I can imagine Izzy being somewhat akin to dominant in is just under the circumstances in which he’s petting Ed’s hair and saying sweet comforting things to Ed while Ed “some kind of mommy issues probably” Teach nuzzles and mouths and sucks on Izzy’s tits. Um. What can I say, dude, I’m a weirdo.

Ed’s really hot, and though he may not be suave at heart, he’s capable of acting all cool and sexy and stuff, and for some reason that kinda inspires the desire to see him be completely unabashed about his gain more than I want to see that with either of the others. Or even perhaps unaware of it, or at least acting unaware of it. Ed’s the sort of person where I can totally see him always eating whatever the fuck he wants, and then one day his metabolism really starts to slow down but he keeps eating like always and it just doesn’t occur to him that gaining weight is ever on the agenda. Sneaks up on him because he’s never worried about managing his weight in his life, so he’s not prepared for getting a little older and his sweet tooth having consequences all of a sudden. But I don’t think he’d be ashamed when he realised he was getting chubby, or at least he definitely wouldn’t if he realised Stede and Izzy liked it. And because he’s never had any shame about his food choices, he remains shameless about his sweet tooth and his appetite. That’s a specific fantasy I have quite regularly about Ed, but wouldn’t necessarily put to any of the other characters. And this is related to intox more than tummy, but this is my kink blog so I’ll just say whatever I want on it, but I also sort of like the idea of an Ed who somehow still expects his alcohol tolerance to be what it was when he was in his 20s and partying a lot— I imagine this is sort of just Ed lore in every universe, lol, in some context. Even if “partying” was just getting drunk with Jack on pirate versions of shore leave or something. So he might overdo it and then just insist, while tripping over his words a little and hiccuping, that he wasn’t drunk. But not cause he’s lying, just because he genuinely didn’t expect to be drunk already, and he’s a cute silly billy who thinks he isn’t drunk. Ed’s versatile. He can be a good kitty or a sweetheart who deserves to be spoiled or he can be the kraken demanding to be fed more with a gun in his hand. He can be using his appetite and his pudgy belly to fluster Stede or Izzy on purpose, or he can be so unprepared to have gained weight but so unabashed about his cropped tops and appetite he’s doing it accidentally.

Stede’s a funny one because I usually make him slightly more dominant than the others, in a soft way, in my head. Though that is NOT a rule. I will write flustered or submissive Stede or Stede being teased sometimes. I like a lot of things for Stede, I love it when he feeds another character or fattens them up, I love it when he has those desires and he executes them, but obviously mutual gaining is a really big thing for me so I like him to gain and/or be pudgy too. Though I always want Stede a bit chubby, and usually pudgier than he canonically is by a notable amount, I don’t necessarily feel a need for him to be as big as the others, whereas if I were writing a scenario where Ed or Izzy were not as fat as Stede I would want them to catch up or surpass Stede in weight/size. Maybe it’s because I relate more to Stede, but I tend to give him the most feedery role in my head and though I don’t mind the thought of him catching up or matching the others if they were gaining, I don’t have anywhere near as much of a desire to see him surpass the others. Ed or Izzy on the other hand I would love to see surpass the others. I know I’ve just repeated myself but oh well.

Also, though I like it when all of them burp, I have more of a thing for Stede burping. It’s odd because to me it counts as a sort of subversion of expectations that I adore applying to Stede, but it’s hard to explain exactly why. After all, Stede’s not exactly polite. I guess, though, that he doesn’t come across as gross or messy, so the idea of Stede burping aloud, or aloud in front of others, unabashedly, or letting out rather loud/big burps is kinda hot to me BECAUSE Stede… though he’s willing to pick up pickled noses in his bare hands or dig around in the dirt, he doesn’t have gross vibes, or the vibes of a man who would burp aloud.

That’s where that other Jack fantasy comes in, actually. It’s purely this: I think it would be sort of hot, if say, Jack and Ed were drinking beer and trying to one-up each other’s burps, you know, like the frat boys they were, and Stede just. Got fed up of it, and tried to get them to stop by proceeding to burp in such a manner as to win whatever silly burping contest Jack and Ed were up to. Or if Jack and Stede got catty with each other and it somehow lead to some sort of competition like that, and Ed and Stede’s crew were like “wow, ok, didn’t see that coming” about it. Haha.

So yeah, it is rather different for all the characters, and my rules do all tend to have exceptions. But in general, Izzy’s the one I’m most willing to demean, lovingly. Izzy’s not the only one I tend to make stupid or under the influence of something that makes him so so silly and dumb, but I tend to enjoy doing that to him a lot more than the others. I don’t really like Stede to be the biggest one in the endgame but he can be equal to the other(s). Also, this has nothing to do with tummy, but I like Stede to top. I think this is because Stede is sorta my projection character a lot of the time, and I have an unwavering preference for topping. I like the idea of like… force-feeding as roleplay for both Ed and Izzy but not really for Stede. I tend to like my Ed shameless and my Izzy more often full of shame but for horny reasons, though when Stede’s full of shame it’s usually for angsty reasons.

Basically, yeah, I have a set of different preferences depending on the character, but it’s all sort of weird and complicated and full of exceptions and not really following all that many patterns. I mean, it does follow patterns, but… ah, I don’t know.

SORRY for talking this much, have fun tackling this fucking CHUNK of text, lmao. um. oops.

[missterioustranger]

+ admirals fic masterpost +

Hullo! This is Myst, best known as mysterioustranger aka merricat. This masterpost is one of my attempts to organize my Admirals-centric fics. Always open to asks!

Last updated 14.06.23

WARNING! Many of these fics contain sensitive themes. Do read the tags before proceeding.

+ series: "blood & stars" +

M - Glare of the Gods - [ONGOING, 2 of 6] AraSaka - During Reverie arc. Sakazuki and Aramaki fumble their communication when Aramaki finds out Saka is a single dad.

T - Where the Fig Tree Grows - AraSaka - During timeskip. A very repressed Aramaki tries to control his powers and feelings.

+ multi-chapter fics +

E - Sympathy for the Devil - [ONGOING, 2 of ?] BorsLucci - Pre- and during timeskip. Admiral meets shipwright, realizes there's something off about him. A collab with @fourleaves-clover!

E - Flaying a Beast - [3 of 3] BorsLucci, LucciKakuKalifa - Pre Reverie arc. A story about codependent love and brainwashing. Dead Dove warning.

E - Art of Malice - [ONGOING, 4 of ?] - Multiple Bors ships - Just a series of kinky and enthusiastically smutty one-shots.

T - Greater Good, Lesser Evil - [2/2] SakaAra - Pre timeskip. Sakazuki and Aramaki are sent away on a diplomatic mission together, and everything that could go wrong does go wrong.

M - Of Soldiers & Monsters - [ONGOING, 6 of ? ] SakaBors. The story of how Sakazuki & Borsalino climbed the ranks together.

G - What Makes a Hero - [2/2] Saka & Coby. During timeskip. Sakazuki and Coby have two conversations about heroism and justice. A collab with @hamstercheese7!

+ one-shots (sfw) +

T - Omission - Bors & Hawkins. Hawkins meets the man who almost killed him, reads his future in the cards.

G - Good Always Wins - Admirals gen. A look at Admiral Kizaru's thoughts during the battle of Marineford.

T - For Once - SakaAra. Aramaki has a gift for Sakazuki, drenched in enemy blood. A gift for @fourleaves-clover

T - Food for Thought - SakaBors. Someone's gotta tell him he's eating that banana wrong. A birthday gift for patchworkseal.

T - Loyalties and Skies - ShakkyBors. Pre timeskip. Borsalino goes to visit an old friend.

G - From Me to You (Fleeting Moments in Time) - SakaKuzan. Letters they sent to each other at different points of their relationship. Written together with @fourleaves-clover, @hamstercheese7, and patchworkseal.

G - And Your Little Dog, Too - SakaBors. Sakazuki acquires a canine companion. A gift for @fourleaves-clover

+ one-shots (nsfw) +

E - Nothing Freely - SakaAra - After Wano. Genderbent Admirals. Aramaki is desperate to apologize. Gift for DeerGoddess

M - Training & Distraction - SakaBors, SakaAra - Age swap with Cadet Saka & Bors and Admiral Ryokugyu. Borsalino notices something about their supervisor and makes it Sakazuki's problem. Gift for @ask-monkey-and-dog!

M - A Blood Pact - AraSaka - Aramaki lays himself open before Sakazuki in a gorey but affectionate way. An art & fic collaboration with @fourleaves-clover!

M - Still - BorsLucci - Borsalino and Lucci celebrate New Years by pretending they're strangers. Gift for @astharoshe

E - Punishment or Praise - AraSaka - Post Wano. Sakazuki won't let Aramaki keep compromising their work for some itch he can't scratch. Gift for Deer

E - The Cutting Cold - AraSaka, SakaKuzan - Post timeskip. Sakazuki is still getting used to seeing his scars, lest the past freeze him.

E - Intertwine - AraSaka - Pre-Wano. All Aramaki wants is Sakazuki's praise.

M - Caught - SakaBorsShakky - Young Admirals. When Borsalino is captured in action, Sakazuki rushes to help him.

E - Take - SakaLucciBors - Borsalino knows just what Sakazuki needs to blow off some steam.

M - Makes the World Spin Faster - BorsLucci. A story in two timelines. Borsalino and Lucci meet at the Holy City once. Two years later, they are both sent after the same artifact.

E - Pinned Down by the Dark - SakaBors. Young Borsalino wants Sakazuki to be more confident, in a sexy way. Written for @ask-monkey-and-dog

E - My Propeller - SakaBors. Modern AU. DILF chaser extraordinaire meets serious but sexy cop dad. Birthday gift for @fourleaves-clover

E - Refraction - SakaBors. Post timeskip. Fleet Admiral Sakazuki has no time for distractions.

E - Rheid - SakaBors. Pre timeskip. After the Sabaody incident, Sakazuki and Borsalino conspire in the Fleet Admiral's office.

[iatrophilosophos]

Also lateral violence, policing of (especially queer, but also just All) youth sexuality, and age segregation. The vast majority of minors have little to no control over who they're around--highschool is the big one but even non-school youth spaces are often like this because kids are subject to way stricter age segregation than any adults. These conversations sometimes go in directions where sexuality policing COMES from kids, but it really doesn't, it's the logical conclusion of putting kids in tiny-ass extremely segregated age groups and punishing them for any infraction. If everything in your life is telling you that there's a huge difference between being in 10th grade vs 11th grade, or that something magical happens when you turn 18/21/(to some extent) 25, and that there IS no age appropriate desire aside from extremely chaste cishet dating with someone in your same grade, then like...yeah that's gonna give you some really rough ideas about yourself and it makes a lot of sense that you'd to deflect on your peers and self-enforce/perpetuate that culture. I'd say it's often even WORSE outside of highschool specifically because homeschool groups, youth activity groups, queer support groups etc all have 1) a lower kid to adult ratio which results in more aggressive panopticon-like policing 2) non-state-backed groups often have even more paranoia and outside adult policing to be free off scrutiny, which means allllll of the above gets intensified, way more focus on not Looking Bad which means more hierarchy and stricter rules which means less power for kids to recognize and resist abuse.

I will also encourage other adults to like. Not take it personally when young people act like this. Obviously have ur own boundaries and shit but youth solidarity means accepting that kids are often in some really rough places politically and I think it's really really important to develop a skillset of like, "this sucks and you don't have to be doing it" while being supportive and not creating even more shame. I was definitely on some shit like this as a kid and flipped really hard within a year or so of just being in better environments. I'll also bet good money that the vast majority of young people DO masturbate, they just hate themselves for it.

The anecdotes I always bring in here are conversations with older adults who have no idea this is happening and are shocked by it, because 20, 30, 40 years ago "teenagers are horny and have sex with each other" was literally like. A sitcom cliche. I think policing was worse in some ways but this idea that you don't have desires (or at least not "healthy" "appropriate" "okay" ones) until you're 18/21/25 is extremely new. Even as a gen z young adult the difference between like, the short lived youth-oriented sex positive sex ed movement around 2010-2015 and what being 16/17/18 was like is fucking staggering. It SHOULD BE okay to be horny, okay to be kinky, okay to masturbate, okay to fuck. When I was hitting puberty the biggest concern in online queer spaces that dealt with youth sexuality was that teenagers wouldnt understand that having sex as a teen is probably going to be awkward and stilted and that there's too much pressure for your first time to be perfect or know everything about what you want from get and that that's normal and fine and exploring is good. Now it's...this. that fucking sucks and y'all (teenagers today) were robbed.

So yeah. Soapbox over. Masturbating rocks. ✌️

weird anti ideology finally leaking out into the mainstream

[marigoldispeculiar]

Thinking of how outlines have a reputation for being organized and neat, but mine is currently a hideous mess. It really does just feel like pantsing but with 95% of the writing missing.

To demonstrate what I mean, I wanna share what my ‘outline’ for arc 1 of my next story looks like, so I’m going to dump it under the cut.

Note that it is VERY messy, and I’m not even consistent with the names. But I think it’s at the point where I have everything I need for content, and I’ll just have to organize it into actual scenes later.

(ALSO there’s kinky SMUT in this story so there’s some mention of that in the outline. Reader beware.)

Arc 1: Saturn - Structure, Law, Restriction, Discipline, Responsibility, Obligation, Ambition

- Archon of Saturn, vice of control

- Prison camp (historical)

- ML is the superintendent of a prison camp

- MC finds the ML attractive but one-dimensional

- prisoners are forced to do nonsense labours all day

- At some point MC finds out what he has to do to remove the archon from the world. MC is offered the alternative of castrating the archon and eating his balls, but the MC decides that sex is the preferable option

- MC goes out of his way to get punished because the Archon likes to whip everyone personally

- MC mouths off at the archon

- Aeon can turn off most of the pain

- MC keeps provoking archon and archon keeps giving him new punishments

- No one can touch him on the superintendents orders (the archon in general doesn’t allow unauthorized punishments)

- Someone tries to hurt MC’s friend and the Archon punishes him for it when MC tells him

- this sub arc should be played up so we understand why the MC is attached to the world

- MC gets fed up of waiting and breaks into the prison camp offices

- Archon takes him back to his office and finally fucks him

- Aeon has helpfully placed a bottle of olive oil on the desk

- MC does some dirty talk

- MC gets into it

- Aeon has to be convinced to go to sleep and not interfere

- MC decompresses after the arc is over

- specify he doesn’t leave a corpse

- Scene where the MC is made to stand still for 12 hours straight

- ML watches

- MC talks to Aeon in his mind to pass the time. Aeon is a stick in the mud

- MC faints a few times

- porn mag subplot

- highly valued by the prisoners

- MC eventually uses it to get the attention of the ML

- maybe how he gets the ML’s attention for the end of the arc