#the one thing i don't like to write is an ignored safeword

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Hi, I found you through Eversion and I'm now loving UTB, and I read TWW in between updates and it was great too! (Was weird reading UTB and TWW simultaneously considering the opposite Ef&Gwyn dynamics but I did that to myself lol.) I have 2 random UTB questions!

1. I was surprised Polly didn't react to Gary's Big Stinky!! Can dogs not smell human pheromones at all (and e.g. learn to associate certain smells w certain states/behaviors in their owners), or is Polly just... Polly? This got me wondering about unique service dog applications in UTB-verse, like alerting to oncoming corrupted heats or rages or PACS flare-ups, or the smell of fear as a cue to do a task. (Real dogs can detect stuff like high/low blood sugar or oncoming seizures, dogs are so cool.)

2. I know you may just not know yet, but do you think Ef will ever use his safeword? I'm a huge sucker for the moment when a character safewords and their partner respects it and you feel that trust. Loved it in Eversion and TWW!

Hi hi anon!

1. I was surprised Polly didn't react to Gary's Big Stinky!! Can dogs not smell human pheromones at all (and e.g. learn to associate certain smells w certain states/behaviors in their owners), or is Polly just... Polly?

Polly is Polly. Of the 700 million to 1 billion dogs in the world, there's only a very tiny percentage that can sniff out cancer! (Or detect seizures etc.) (Also of the research done so far, trained sniffer dogs re: cancer are still giving a false positive around 10-30 percent of the time, which isn't great for drug busts, but is even worse if you're one of the 30%~ of patients given a false positive diagnosis for cancer and then have to wait to find out if it's wrong or not - we have a ways to go! Like, there are unusually adept cancer sniffer dogs, and then there's ones that'll just false positive on you a LOT which combined with the false negative rates is like... they're still working on it.

Lots of potential, but they're not rolling it out everywhere just yet so that people don't get PTSD from false positive cancer results (it happens) and then need an entirely different kind of service dog dslfkjasd) - I believe what the research has pivoted towards is trying to isolate what the dogs are smelling, so that we can omit dogs entirely and use breath test strips that won't have a 10-30% false positive rate (or a high false negative rate) - afaik for at least some kinds of cancer, that research is super promising in cancer detection science (this subject is of broad interest to me, as I have a genetic cancer sdlkajfs).

But also, Polly's been with Gary all her life, she's used to his pheromones, his strong emotions, and his issues. She literally lives on a property with three peak alphas, a near-constant influx of severely distressed omegas, and also severely distressed alphas tbh, she's extremely used to it, and it's also all she's ever known.

The world according to Polly is a world where high levels of distressing pheromones happen, and it doesn't stop how much love she gets or how much she's adored. She has no reason to react like it's unusual, no one's ever directing that anger at her. And also, she's elderly, and her senses aren't what they used to be anyway. But if this had happened when she was younger, I think she mostly would've been like 'I'll go stand near the upset person and see if I can get some pets.'

I'm sure there are awesome applications for service dogs in the UtR world, but tbh, this is a world that thinks of using directives first to fix mental illness issues, than like...service dogs, so the dystopian universe bears out a little more on that front!

But I also just frankly don't think that canines are that clued into human pheromones overall in this universe, or at least, not in a way where they often super care about them? Like, I'm sure more high strung, neurotic dogs would get stressed, but I think it would be the same amount of stress they'd show if someone was emotional or distraught or stressed in general, not necessarily something that blows up purely in response to pheromone production.

2. I know you may just not know yet, but do you think Ef will ever use his safeword? I'm a huge sucker for the moment when a character safewords and their partner respects it and you feel that trust. Loved it in Eversion and TWW!

You may not have read it (and there's no obligation to!), but Efnisien uses his safeword/s a ton in Falling Falling Stars, to the point where desensitising him to safewords is part of his character arc, so I'm on the fence about if/when he'll use it in this story.

I kind of like the whole spectrum of safeword usage, from 'not at all' to 'all the time.' I've just come from a fic where Efnisien was using it all the time (Falling Falling Stars) so I'm not likely to have anything like that in the fic that follows. Efnisien's personality here is along a poor communication spectrum with a preference for letting someone take control in the bedroom, and the safeword is there mostly for reader comfort, because I don't think Efnisien wants one at all. Which isn't to say he'll never use it - because I have no plan for this story dslkajfsd - but in all the future scenes I've imagined between them, there's none where the safeword is being used, and that's not always because Efnisien is 100% on board with what's happening.

(Discussion of Gary's attitude towards safeword under the Read More, which some folks may find unpleasant).

It's funny in a way, in all of canon Fae Tales, Augus never allows Gwyn a safeword once, doesn't even suggest it, and most of their early scenes are back and forth rape, basically, and then it shifts to dubcon and 'pretty much never negotiated CNC - the consent is that neither of them leave and they're in love' lol. The Wildness Within was the first ever fic where he introduced a safeword system, and I remember thinking 'canon Augus could never' lmao.

Gary really only has a safeword system so he doesn't get taken to court, because every single time he's had sex with alphas (including James a lot of the time), it was always dubious consent, and never 100% enthusiastic consent anyway. He would definitely honour a safeword, but like, if an alpha he picked up for the weekend used that safeword, he'd also feel low key pretty dismissive of them for it, like 'you wanted to sleep with a peak alpha, what the hell did you expect.' I doubt he'd say that, but he certainly wouldn't be sticking around to offer aftercare, so much as 'oh good, I'll leave then, call a friend or something. I'm going back to the club / pub to pick someone up who won't bail halfway through.'

I think he'd be much more likely to be compassionate/caring with a partner like James or Efnisien, but at the same time, I think he doesn't want a partner who's going to safeword a lot and he'd probably be not very attracted to them if they did x.x As Gary says to Efnisien in a later chapter:

‘I’ve been told it doesn’t feel very nice,’ Gary added. Then: ‘Sleeping with a peak alpha isn’t the same as sleeping with alphas or omegas or betas. We’re not…the same. It’s not just about having a knot, it’s not just about having a large cock, we need to be a controlling partner in a way that seeks to overwhelm. The only reason we can trust Augus with omegas is that he channels all his peak alpha urges into very experienced BDSM. He’ll use ropes and restraints where most of us will just fuck someone unconscious. So Augus can be around omegas, because he knows how to take their control without harming them. Most peak alphas are dangerous to be around anyone carnally. We are predisposed to ripping people’s consent away. The urge to rape and debase is built in.’

This is a dystopian universe with a rape/noncon warning, and the rape/noncon warning applies to Gary and Efnisien, because the dubious consent at times is extremely dubious.

It probably seems extreme, but I think the flip is so strong because Falling Falling Stars was trauma informed, consent focused, safeword celebratory, and probably the most consensual thing I've ever written in my life.

And it's not the only kind of story I enjoy writing. I started out writing serials that had no safewords at all, and it's often my preference, so... well now we have a kind of broad mix! :D

[here2bbtstrash]

sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

read on AO3!

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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”

[planet-dusk]

Umm... so this is a little emberrassing and I sincerly apologize if I made you uncomfortable but I was wondering how do you think skz will react to their s/o having a noncon kink? Or at least who is most to least likely be into that if their s/o was into that? Whichever you prefer. Ngl even though it is anonymous it's still baffles me that I am actually writing this because there are only three people who I told about this kink of mine and I still have this fear that they are judging me for it and I also kinda judge myself for it... soooo feel free to delete this ask.

hey bean,, i have a lot of cnc, dubcon and noncon works on my blog and this is not an uncommon kink to have even if it may not feel like it. you're not alone :)) the following are all cnc (consensual non-consent) scenarios:

i think leeknow and seungmin would be into cnc roleplay. they'd like to act out carefully crafted scenarios where you pretend to struggle, growing harder the more you cry. smudged makeup, making you choke on their cocks, degrading you for how wet you get when they're forcing themselves on you like this..... and of course they'd be amazing at the softest aftercare, too <33

chan would be into primal play: getting to turn off his busy brain for a moment and chase you around the house (or maybe even somewhere outside),, the taste of adrenaline almost palpable when he finally pins you down and fucks you full of his cum in a frenzy of teeth and growls 😵‍💫 i can also see him being into forced breeding,, where you pretend you're not on birth control and he fills you up over and over again to make sure it takes despite you begging him to pull out <33

han would be into somno. nothing would turn him on more than you taking what you want from him when he's asleep, be it sinking down on his cock or slipping two fingers past his tight rim to loosen him up for your strap. he'd love waking up in a mess of cum and spit 🤭 or being nearly asphyxiated, waking up gasping with your dripping pussy on his face ready for him to bury his tongue into :))

hyunjin would like it when you ignore his safeword and push him past the edge of overstimulation and beyond. of course he has a real safeword, but it's fun to pretend you don't care about his pleasure: forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his spent cock until he cums dry and the only thing he has left to spill is the endless stream of tears rolling down his temples ;(( the same goes for jeongin, but where hyunjin prefers to be on the receiving end, it's the younger man who enjoys watching you cry on his cock when he tells you this is what you wanted all along <33

felix doesn't want to admit it but he likes it when you whisper dirty things in his ear right before you leave together for a party. tell him everything you want him to do to you when you get back home and you're a little too out of it, letting him use your body as he pleases. he's always careful with you but he can't help his shaky hands when he gets to fuck your ass until you pass out :))

i think changbin would prefer a partner who's as enthusiastically into sex as he is, but i can see him enjoying a free use dynamic where he gets to use you anytime he wants <33 he's always so needy,, ready to go and bend you over any surface or have you sit under his desk to toy with his cock. anything will do as long as he gets to feel you one way or another <33

[jetspikepub]

No one ever really talks about it in the fandom and it NEEDS to be discussed because it's hilarious to me. I have to ask where all the crazed spike x julia fans come from 😭 like say one thing negative about the ship or ship spike with someone else and there's this one person (who I think owns multiple spikexjulia accounts snd pretends to be different people😭😭) that starts sending their "CAnoN aNd facTuAL eviDencE" with so much hostility

I've also noticed that Julia fans either always hate Faye and/or don't give a damn about Spike's well-being and just want him paired up with Julia even if that costed him his life, which I don't even think Julia herself wanted for him to do in the end lol. It's a little disturbing

Oh trust me, this is a looong story. It's not like we don't see it, we just got tired of it. You're not alone, I give you a warm hug🫂

This user has been terrorising Bebop fandom across multiple platforms since 2022, I think. If you ever see this bitch harassing someone just flag the account or ban it. A collective appeal could do the trick, but it's gonna be like chopping off Hydra's heads. This pain in the ass keeps posting weird commissions on X (Twitter), Deviantart, Reddit, Pixiv (for Christ's sake, please DO NOT search Bebop tag on Pixiv, it's a total disaster in there right now) and edited Bebop wiki, describing Faye as Spike's no 1 enemy and Julia as a goddess of doves and roses 🤢 It's hard to track down every account, the only way to stay safe is to not interact with them and blacklist. "If I ignore it, maybe it will go away" tactics is the best in this situation, don't let them take away your time and emotions, they cannot be reasoned with.

Another thing that bothers me is that stupid localisation of guide books with SpikeJulia nonsence the translators added just because they wanted to and ruined the original idea that implies multiple ways of story perception. I've aready dispelled that "truest lover ever" myth by presenting the original texts from my collection of Japanese books. They fucked up with "love" kanji meaning in Eng and this changed a lot (I did some analysis here and here). Now we can see what happens when these love stories fall into the wrong hands: haters cite it like a Bible in each and every thread about SpikeFaye😩 Also there was a post about some Julia's love letter to Spike (wtf?) written on the back cover of the vol. 6.

I wanted to make a post about it and took pictures of a Japanese edition but forgot. Now it's the right time to dispel another myth.

According to quick translation results, this guide was made to inform fans about some Bebop episodes which weren't aired on regular TV and appeared later on WOWOW (premuim satellite broadcasting) because of censorship.

There was no mention of Julia writing letters to Spike in the original series. It was Spike who gave her a note describing rendezvous point or whatever and she tore it to pieces🤷🏼‍♀️

Just remember: Spike's well-being is up to the viewer. Noone can convince you otherwise if you don't want to and noone has right to insult you. Spike is for everyone 🌸

The situation is so annoying, those who loved SpikeJulia or didn't give a damn about them now hate this. If someone is going to use "SpikeJulia" as a safeword I will understand 🤣

[drunk0nheat]

Horny Blog Info [NSFT]

Hiiiiiii! You can call me Shy [not my real name], or Drunk! I use they/them, it/its, and she/her* pronouns, I'm 22 years old, I'm a switch, and I'm somewhere in the realm of lesbian and demi-bisexual. I generally prefer interaction with other queer folk, but I'm not exclusively t4t.

Featured tags: shy-writes

Posts with extreme words or subjects will either have a warning or be hidden in a read more.

Also, I made a BlueSky! Same handle as here: drunk0nheat.bsky.social

{*I only use she/her when I request it specifically, it's not my default.}

Mostly, I'm just here to flirt, share with people who like the same things I do, roleplay a little bit, and make some friends!

Tag for finding writing is #shy-writes, it may not all be kink based, but it probably will be related in some way. DMs and asks are open, just be aware that I reserve the right to block anyone who crosses a line.

Red (Hard Limits)

Unsolicited/personal threats

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism

Sexism

Pedophilia

Ageless Blogs

Cops and Cop RP

Now that we have the important bits out of the way, time for the stuff that won't send me straight for the block button.

For the Yellow List, an item higher up means it's closer to the red, so it's the least likely to come up, or to get a positive or affirmative reaction out of me if brought up.

Yellow (Soft Limits) [can be discussed]

Pushy/Forceful Out of RP (ignoring "no," basically; requires safeword discussion, and safeword must always be respected)

Diaper play

Scat

Gore

Blood (heavy)

Snuff

Heavy Contact play (punching, severe injury, etc.)

Heavy Vomit

Vore

Gunplay

Blood (light)

If something does not appear on the Red or Yellow lists, but also is not on the Green or Pink lists, feel free to ask! I'm not judgy. In some cases I may have thought it didn't need mentioning out of a lack of specific preference.

Now for the really fun bits! The Green List is for stuff that I enjoy consistently. You can rely on me to be down for this stuff on any given day, and I generally don't prefer any one item over another regularly enough to position them on the list accordingly. If something doesn't specify heavy or light, it's probably both.

Green (Kinks and Preferences)

Vanilla sex (nothing wrong with predictable boring intimacy)

Oral/Vaginal

Over-the-clothes

Sadism/Masochism

CNC

MILF/Age Gap (no minors)

Toxic Power Dynamic (professor/student, boss/employee, etc.)

Knife play

Knotting

Watersports

Overstimulation

Unrealistic Anatomy

Inflation/Expansion/Growth

Petplay

Drug/Alcohol play

Hypnosis/Manipulation

Bimboification/IQ Decrease

Dollification

Orgasm Denial/Edging

Fantasy characters/scenarios

Sci-Fi characters/scenarios

Exhibitionism

Humiliation

Somnophilia

And last but not least, the Pink List. This is relatively exclusive: my all time favorites! Also a little loosey goosey terminology-wise. Some items on the Green List may occasionally surpass items on the Pink List, but the Pink List have a 24/7 100% approval!

Pink (Absolute Favorites!)

Breast play and Lactation

Oral Fixation (!!!!!!!!!!!)

Anal (!!!!!!!!!!)

Excessive Fluids (saliva, semen, discharge, etc.)

Size Difference (realistic + unrealistic)

Domination

Breeding/Creampie

Multiple Orgasms

Bondage/Shibari

Toys (dildos, plugs, pumps, clamps, straps, etc.)

Machinefucker

Monsterfucker

If you made it this far, you've probably picked up by now that I'm a bit of a freak, but far from the craziest. This may not all be relevant, especially if you're not interested in roleplaying, but I'm not ashamed to share these aspects of my sexual interests!

[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Four| Bloody Painter x afab!Reader | aftercare, brat taming, spitting | 1,050 words

kinktober masterlist | crying, name-calling, degradation, spanking, established relationship, brat taming hence a lil' dubious consent, all consensual obvi but reader fights back because they're being a bratty sub, so struggle, mean Helen, soft Helen, good dom Helen, the holy trinity

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. Helen shows his brat-taming skills. Y'all's safeword is vantablack. I will admit I was a little tipsy writing this one and I feel it came out so much more easily. We'll see what I think about this post later lmao.

"Open your mouth,"

He squished your cheeks between his fingers, but you shook your head in protest, giggling at him.

"You're being disobedient. This is your punishment. You don't get to decide not to learn today."

He squeezed a little harder and made you look into his eyes.

"Open."

You did so, sticking your tongue out. He spits. It wasn't often that he did this. He reserved it, particularly for when you said things you weren't supposed to, but all of his punishments came in two parts.

"Now, get up. Come lay over my lap. On the bed."

He walked to sit down on the edge of the bed and looked at you expectantly on the floor. You didn't move, wiping a bit of saliva smeared across your chin.

"I said to get up."

He reached over to pull you towards him. Once you made it to his legs, he lugged you up and laid you over his lap himself. You started to squirm, so he held your wrists together with his hand as he groped at your ass with the other. He gave you a light spank. It was nothing like what he was truly capable of, especially through the thick fabric of your pajamas. In fact, it felt a little flirty - you could only think about how you weren't wearing panties underneath, and he was so unbearably close to you.

"Do you want to tell me what you did wrong,"

"Not really," you said.

He gave you another smack. Light, playful, and really nothing special.

"Don't try me,"

You said nothing in response. You knew you were in trouble, but you felt spunky today. He spanked you again, this time harder, before pulling down your pants. You felt terribly bare against him, both embarrassed and needy.

"I was bothering you when you were busy," you said.

His hand swung down with a little more force than just gravity. Yipping, it stung and made you tighten your legs together yipped. You were getting squirmy, but he tried to ignore you, tugging your pants down more until they were off.

"You were being a little slut while I was busy," he corrected you.

Rubbing your ass, he let you think about what you did.

"Yeah, yeah, a slut while you were busy."

Another smack.

"Now's no time for an attitude with me. You were distracting me while I was painting."

You just now realized how hard Helen's cock was, pushing up against the front of your thighs through his pants. You humped into him a bit and he made a sound. It was a mix between a sigh and a moan and it was delightful to hear. He always sounded so soft and needy when he was vocal. You're sure you'd tease him about sounding like a sub another day. He spanked you twice this time, quick and sharp.

"You don't get to be impatient just because you want to be dicked down. I don't give a shit. Take your punishment like a good girl. Now, what did I tell you you aren't supposed to do?"

The smirk fell from your face.

"I'm not supposed to call you a little bitch because I'm too horny to wait,"

"Right."

He spanked you a few more times, each slap a bit harder and a bit faster than the last. You flinched a few times, whining at the pain. Eventually, he let go of your wrists, and you immediately brought your hands to your face to wipe away a stray tear.

"Now, keep your hands to yourself,"

You didn't argue as his left hand went to your ass and his right hand reached between your legs. He pushed a finger between them. Already wet he pressed into your cunt. The position made him hit your g-spot with ease. Instantly, he abused it, making you become putty beneath him.

"Since you wanna be a slut," he smacked your ass again while fingering you, "learn what sluts like you get when they're impatient whores."

You gripped the sheet beneath you, contorting at his touch. He was finger fucking you so good, but the spanking was enough to throw you off guard each time, making you jump and squeeze around him.

"Please, I'm sorry!" you begged him.

"I get to choose when you've properly learned your lesson."

He added another finger, curling them up now instead of simply pumping them in and out. He always had such slender fingers. You shoved your face into the mattress, trying to muffle the sounds you were making. Such a mix of pleasure and pain. Surely, you were a blistering red color.

Eventually, the sensation became far too much.

"Please! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum around my fingers. If you're gonna be a slut, do it right for me. Yes, that's it."

Giving another final smack, he gripped your hip, holding you in place as you came violently around him. He didn't stop fingering you until long after you'd cum. The sensation left you begging him to give your pussy a break.

"Oh? That's it, you're tired already?"

His voice lilted, but he took notice of your tired eyes. He pulled out and used his clean hand to brush sweaty strands of hair out of your face. You looked properly fucked out. Giving you a soft smile, he carefully slid out from under you, leaving you laying on your stomach.

"I'll be right back, you stay here."

You didn't have any intention of moving, but you nodded and closed your eyes. A small kiss hit your forehead before you heard him walk away into the bathroom. The sink turned on for a moment before he was back in bed. He made no ordeal out of wiping you down and getting slick cleaned off your legs. You were blissed out.

"That's right," he sat the towel aside and laid down next to you, "you did wonderfully, taking it like that."

You hummed, nodding.

"Learned your lesson, didn't you? Don't worry. I'm not mad at you, love."

He cuddled up next to you and positioned you to lay against his chest. Your ass was sore, but you felt pretty good.

"Did you want to go to sleep early and call it a night?"

Nodding again, he reached over and flicked off the table lamp.

"Anything for you," he said.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

"Biting isn't that bad" my brother in Christ it was never about the biting.

It's about listening to your partner (and friends) and taking their feelings seriously. It's about when someone asks you to stop doing something to them, you stop. It's about the idea that you know better than someone else how your actions affect them ("you're just being overdramatic, you can't be THAT upset come on") and how holding onto that belief makes it impossible to establish boundaries because when someone says, "don't do that", "i don't like this", you walk over it because you haven't deemed those emotions and statements "correct" or "real".

It's about how important it is that you don't just go through the motions of communication, but actually LISTEN to the person you're supposedly trying to talk to, because otherwise you WILL hurt them, over and over again, because you've filtered out their pain as illegitimate.

If someone tells you over and over again that they don't want you to do something, and you do it over and over again, it makes the other person feel unseen, unheard, maybe even powerless and inhuman. Like nothing they say matters, because it doesn't make a difference. Like you don't care. And it also hurts them in the direct way of doing the thing they aren't okay with to them.

So it's important that you listen to people. If you have a safeword, don't ignore it. If someone asks you to stop, or says you're hurting them physically OR emotionally, don't write them off.

It's not about biting it's about the importance of listening, and the refusal to accept the lesson that "oh fuck I actually DID hurt this person and now I'm in trouble, maybe I should internalize that listening to people is important and do better to listen to my loved ones in the future" and instead being like. "Okay but I still don't think you were upset and whether or not I personally think you should/would feel that way is what matters, not what you have expressed to me is what you are actually feeling."

Like If he was like "I did hurt this person over and over again. I should have believed them when they said it hurt and listened to them. This was in fact my fault and I need to actually listen to people in the future" I would be like. Oh pog okay he gets it. Cool

Instead he's like. "Uh well I personally didn't think it was upsetting and while you told me it was, like, why would I believe you when it's stupid to be upset? You should just simply not be hurt by my actions lol. I am the sole arbiter of what feelings are reasonable, and me not listening to you when you try to explain how you feel is a YOU issue. Like, why did you feel the wrong feelings? Try not feeling that way next time haha. Anyways who wants to watch me stream"

[captainblou]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thank you Sam!!! Time for some self-love, lets go!!

Thank you for the thorns - rated E

There's a few things you should know about Anthony: first, only his dad calls him that, you can call him Crowley. Second, he owns the Queen of Thorns, the best flower shop of Mayfair. And third: he doesn't date. The first two points are unlikely to change, but the third? Maybe we should stick around to see how it goes…

This one was unfortunatly never beta'd BUT it's still my absolute favourite I've written, I would die for those two and their stupid bet.

Roses don't wear freckles like you do - rated E

“Do you have a safeword?” The angel asked suddenly, tearing his eyes away from his candle. Strategic question. Crowley had one and he knew it. They’d used it a thousand times already. “Armageddon. Do you?” The bastard chuckled. “Never needed a safeword.” Crowley hissed, his serpentine tongue flicking, eyes fixed on the melted wax dripping from his hand. “Well, think of one.” His palm had long grown insensible to the light burn of the wax, but that was the easy part. His arm, stretched in front of him without support for the last hour, was starting to shake. His shoulder was screaming in pain. Aziraphale’s hand remained steady and his lips stretched in a smile. Crowley relaxed his stance and stared into his eyes. The angel was playing a mind game with him, pretending it didn’t hurt at all.

A PWP where Aziracrow switch their usual roles. I had a lot of fun with this one !!

Touch of a feather - rated T

Berlin - 1889 “Well, if you must know,’’ the angel started, fidgeting with the lapels of his coat. “Have you heard of this lovely invention called a gramophone?’’ Crowley had, but still shook his head, happy to let him explain. “It’s a device that allows you to play music! Isn’t it brilliant? They engrave the music on large discs, apparently, and the machine plays it, which means you could technically listen to symphonies directly in your home!’’ Aziraphale was literally buzzing with excitement. Crowley could feel the way his body was heating up, positively shivering as he explained. He steadied his hand on his cane and looked at him with an encouraging smile, waiting for more. This time, the angel’s blush was more frank, going all the way down his neck. “Anyway, the company that produces the device is currently designing their logo, and they called for, erm- well, models.’’

My latest little one shot, it's sweet and cute and I love it <3

Undercover - rated E

After Aziraphale becomes the Supreme Archangel, Crowley is appointed as Prince of Hell. Some may think they aren't talking, but that's only true when they're busy with more pressing activities. (A collection of sexy times between our favorite angel and demon, trapped in an office hell/heaven scape, where the second coming that matters is not the Jesus one)

A collection of PWP written with @eybefioro, we have so much fun writing this!! It's still ongoing, I just need to get my head out of my ass and actually write my next part!!!

Drive me to the moon - rated E

At GOMENS, world-renowned sports brand and sponsor, one takes pride in endorsing the UK’s most talented athletes. On the other hand, one would like to ignore the fact that their two top of the bill, Aziraphale and Crowley, have heartily hated each other since the day they met. But what should be expected, when one knows these two?Aziraphale is a professional dancer, Crowley a rally driver. While the former switches between fierce competitions and prestigious stages, the other goes from one track to another across the world, clearing out every prize from behind the wheel of his racing car. Two beings, two worlds, two universes that everything should keep apart. But an unprecedented charity event is getting set up at GOMENS, and quickly, their own athletes will have to compete with and assist each other in turns.Two worlds, two personalities. But if they want to run for a cause that matters to the both of them, Crowley and Aziraphale are going to have to find an Arrangement. 

I'm cheating for that last one!! Publishing begins June 16th with @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist's illustrations!!!! When it's out it will go all the way up on that list!!!!!

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Requesting Rules

Just things I'm comfortable or uncomfortable writing:

Uncomfortable with (topics):

Incest / incest play (I include ASL brothers together)

Non-con / rape / coercing / manipulating reader into sex/ dub-con (CNC depends on the request. Consent is huge for me)

Scat / piss play

Pregnancy sexual situations (I'll do fluffy headcanons of x reader when pregnant, and breeding kinks)

ignoring safewords

dystopian au (nothing against it personally, just not my thing)

yandere

Manipulative character pairings (like purposely manipulative psychos in a relationship)

BIG age gaps (e.g. Garp x reader in 20's)

Father figures x characters

Comfortable with:

Smut (except for the stuff listed above) including multiple person scenarios, M/M!reader, F/F!reader, BDSM

Fluff

Miscommunication / jealousy

Tropes (you can pry the one bed trope and the "creepy guy won't leave _ alone so _ helps" trope from my cold, dead hands)

other au's (yesss gimme a challenge, let my imagination go wild)

Angst (either between characters or if reader/character is suffering mentally)

Angst and fluff

Fluff and smut (my FAVE)

Humor (I'll try, okay? I think I'm HILARIOUS but some other people don't)

Holiday centric pieces (I am pagan, but am familiar with Christian holidays and comfortable writing about it. I would love to write about introducing characters to pagan holidays :). Also like Valentines day, St. Patricks, etc.)

Dialogue prompts

Action/fight scenes

Uncomfortable with (Characters/pairings):

Crocodile

Doflamingo and his family (EXCEPT Corazon<3)

Ceasar

Gecko Moria

Blackbeard

Marine admirals/Garp (all but specified marines below)

Most of the supernova (EXCEPT. Kid, Luffy, Law)

Kaido

Yamato (just haven’t met him yet)

Vinsmoke Judge

Gol D Roger (haven’t met him much yet)

OC's

Comfortable with (Characters)

For anything (Including smut)

Strawhats:

Monster Trio (foursome, threesome, or single pairings x reader)

Nami

Robin

Usopp

Marines:

Koby

Smoker

Others:

Kid

Law

Corazon

Killer

Mihawk

Ace

Marco

Sabo

Katakuri

Reiju Vinsmoke

Ichiji, niji, yonji vinsmoke (pure smut only)

Rayleigh

Fluff only (includes romantic fluff unless stared otherwise)

Straw hats:

Franky

Jinbe

Chopper (NO ROMANCE SCENARIOS)

Brook

Marines:

Garp (same ish age romance scenarios only)

Others:

Any of the mink tribe (including Bepo)

Boa Hancock

Any characters that are not in this list you can ask about, even when my requests are closed :)

Note: I always try to write my pieces to where the reader is described as vaguely as possible to reach the widest audience. Chubby? Amazing, and easy to imagine (stronk anime men). Black? Yes please, and no description of skin color (why I always use ‘heat’ or 'flush’ instead of 'turning red’). Small titties on a fem reader? Love it, and the size isn’t described. The only thing that might not be applicable is that I have characters touching your hair, which doesn’t apply to my badass bald bitches or to anyone who covers their hair as part of their religion. HOWEVER if people want, I can change/remove those parts for any fics they request or add any traits.

[thorniest-rose]

hello 🖤 out of curiosity what kind of stuff do you consider dark? because i want to write dark stuff for steddie but don’t want backlash. i wonder if what I consider dark is too much, but to know there was an audience for certain things would really help me to go for it. ( for example i love age gaps and want to do 30-40 year old Eddie with teen Steve: dad/babysitter, rockstar/groupie, motorcycle daddy/runaway, teacher/student [dare i say stepfather/stepson sksksk] etc. but have received crit for like, 2 year difference ) and i wonder if it’s the content itself or how it’s handled? because when people write age difference/incest without highlighting how creepy the older one feels it doesn’t *feel* dark if that makes sense. (your eddie is clearly aware of what he is so there’s dark energy to it) but maybe im wrong. i would genuinely love to hear your thoughts. 🖤🖤

hi there!! oh this is such an interesting question, thank you so much.

So what do I consider dark? It's difficult in a way because everyone has different thresholds and comfort levels when it comes to fic, I have a very high threshold and not many triggers. For me, dark fic that I'm interested in reading and writing includes dysfunctional, destructive relationships where there's obsession, jealousy, codependency and control at play, but where both people like it, and don't want to change or have a healthier dynamic or set firmer boundaries. Sometimes I like reading fic about relationships that are abusive and I enjoy reading and writing fic where there's dubious consent (or even non-con) and BDSM relationships where there isn't good etiquette and where there aren't standard things like safewords. Like I love when the sub belongs to the Dom and the Dom calls all the shots and says they know what their sub needs. It's not how relationships should be irl of course, but it's all fantasy.

I love age difference fics too! I would love to write a fic with teen Steve where Eddie's in his 30s, I think that would be so wrong and hot. Like I love all the things and dynamics you've mentioned in your ask! And I think it's such a shame that people feel too frightened to write dark fic a lot of the time, or that they've been made to feel gross and weird for wanting to explore dark and more complex dynamics. Or even just enjoy things without feeling judged for it. So I'm sorry that you want to write fics like this but feel like you can't because of potential backlash. And I wish I could advise more on what things could cause backlash and what won't, because in the past I've had so much hate and abuse for things I've written but in this fandom I've had hardly any abuse at all, so it's really hard to quantify.

I would say this, completely genuinely, that I think you should write whatever you want because you shouldn't have to censor yourself or repress what you want to write. I can guarantee there will always be an audience for it, and people who will be so excited to read darker fic and dynamics. It might be a smaller audience, but it'll be very enthusiastic, and that'll make it completely worth it. If you want to be cautious too, you could have an ao3 account that's separate to your main account to post dark fic, or you could moderate comments. And if you do get shitty people, ignore them and delete any abuse you get. I've found in the past that it's when I give people air and try to engage with them that they get worse. But when I completely ignore them, they get starved of oxygen and give up. And usually if people say anything, it's just a small group of nasty people too, it'll never be as many people as you fear it could be.

There's also the chance that no one will say anything mean and people will love your fics! And if you feel passionately about your ideas, you should go for it! I'm on the cusp of posting a fic that's pretty dark, where intoxicated Steve is being used by multiple men for sex at a party, and the fic I'm writing with Azriel is probably the darkest fic in this fandom, it explores so many uncomfortable topics and will be so dead dove. And because of that we except it to have a smaller readership than a lot of other fics, but we also know the small group of people who do read it will love it, and that makes it so worth it. Plus it's so freeing to finally write a dark fic without feeling like I have to restrain myself, so you should feel free to do it too.

So please, I hope this has helped and encouraged you, even a little. And if you do write any of these fic ideas, let me know because I'd love to read them!!! <3

[lavenderpanic]

I used to really like your fan fictions but the way you write about kink is so fucked up. (from someone who has been in the community since you were in middle school) People who do cnc or edge play are not rapists and abusers. If there is no consent it isn't kink. You seem kind of messed up so Im sorry for that but what you are doing is harmful period.

And anon asks are officially closed again! I really have no clue why I turned them on again after the gay pirate thing but I'm probably just an idiot.

I don't condemn kink, WHICH YOU WOULD KNOW if you read the note at the start of I Am Ash From Your Fire (I'm assuming that's what you're talking about, since that's pretty much the only fic I have about kink, feel free to DM me if that isn't what you meant). NEVER have I said people who enjoy any kind of kink are rapists or abusers?? Not a single time??? The WHOLE POINT is that Bucky is being abused UNDER THE GUISE of kink. He isn't properly educated, and he's manipulated by someone he trusts to teach him about BDSM. I might have my own complicated feelings about kink (especially kinks which involve stuff like CNC) but I have never and will never condemn people who practice whatever they want safely and sanely with consenting partners.

I really don't have the patience to be overly nice lmao so go fuck yourself tbh. DM me or comment on this and stop being a fucking coward. You know what you said was weird and messed up and that's why you sent it anonymously. Are kinky people abusers? Nope. Are people who do CNC and stuff like that abusers? Nope. Are people who don't want people to be properly educated on the abuse so prevalent within kink and BDSM communities abusers? Well... I can really only think of one reason someone might get so annoyed about educating people on the intricacies of consent and power dynamics and abuse.

(Also, the fic is fucking tagged "Bad BDSM etiquette," "Unsafe sex," "Manipulation," "Ignored safeword," etc. etc. It says dead dove and you saw that it says dead dove and then you opened the bag and saw a dead dove and then you ate the dead dove and now you're complaining that there was a dead dove inside the bag. Idrk what to tell you.)

[shyfrog-hblog]

Horny Sideblog Info [NSFT]

Hiiiiiii! You can call me Shy [not my real name], I use they/them, it/its, and she/her pronouns, I'm 21 years old, I'm a switch, and I'm somewhere in the realm of lesbian and demi-bisexual. I generally prefer interaction with other queer folk, but I'm not exclusively t4t.

I'm not in a relationship, but I'm not treating this as a dating site either. Mostly, I'm just here to flirt, share with people who like the same things I do, roleplay a little bit, and make some friends!

Tag for finding writing is #shy-writes, it may not all be kink based, but it probably will be related in some way. DMs and asks are open, just be aware that I reserve the right to block anyone who crosses a line.

Red (Hard Limits)

Unsolicited/personal threats

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism

Sexism

Pedophilia

Ageless Blogs

Cops and Cop RP

Now that we have the important bits out of the way, time for the stuff that won't send me straight for the block button.

For the Yellow List, an item higher up means it's closer to the red, so it's the least likely to come up, or to get a positive or affirmative reaction out of me if brought up.

Yellow (Soft Limits) [can be discussed]

Selfies/Nudes (requests or offers)

Pushy/Forceful Out of RP (ignoring "no," basically; requires safeword discussion, and safeword must always be respected)

Diaper play

Scat

Gore

Blood

Snuff

Gun play

Heavy Contact play (punching, severe injury, etc.)

Heavy Vomit

Vore

If something does not appear on the Red or Yellow lists, but also is not on the Green or Pink lists, feel free to ask! I'm not judgy. In some cases I may have thought it didn't need mentioning out of a lack of specific preference.

Now for the really fun bits! The Green List is for stuff that I enjoy consistently. You can rely on me to be down for this stuff on any given day, and I generally don't prefer any one item over another regularly enough to position them on the list accordingly. If something doesn't specify heavy or light, it's probably both.

Green (Kinks and Preferences)

Vanilla sex (nothing wrong with predictable boring intimacy)

Oral/Vaginal

Over-the-clothes

Sadism/Masochism

CNC

MILF/Age Gap (no minors)

Toxic Power Dynamic (professor/student, boss/employee, etc.)

Knife play

Knotting

Watersports

Overstimulation

Oral Fixation

Unrealistic Anatomy

Inflation/Expansion/Growth

Petplay

Drug/Alcohol play

Hypnosis/Manipulation

Bimboification/IQ Decrease

Dollification

Orgasm Denial/Edging

Fantasy characters/scenarios

Sci-Fi characters/scenarios

Exhibitionism

Humiliation

And last but not least, the Pink List. This is relatively exclusive: my all time favorites! Also a little loosey goosey terminology-wise. Some items on the Green List may occasionally surpass items on the Pink List, but the Pink List have a 24/7 100% approval!

Pink (Absolute Favorites!)

Breast play and Lactation

Oral Fixation

Anal (!!!!!!!!!!)

Excessive Fluids (saliva, semen, discharge, etc.)

Size Difference (realistic + unrealistic)

Domination

Breeding/Creampie

Multiple Orgasms

Bondage/Shibari

Toys (dildos, plugs, pumps, clamps, straps, etc.)

Machinefucker

Monsterfucker

If you made it this far, you've probably picked up by now that I'm a bit of a freak, but far from the craziest. This may not all be relevant, especially if you're not interested in roleplaying, but I'm not ashamed to share these aspects of my sexual interests!

[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Three| Puppeteer x afab!Reader | recording, hatefuck, safe word | 715 words

kinktober masterlist | name calling, sex as an outlet, fling/friends with benefits, stoplight safe words yellow and green, rough sex, bdsm, choking, pushing boundaries, soft aftercare, basically you and puppet hatefuck so he can feed off of your negative emotions? did i get his character right

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I don't write for Puppeteer on my blog, so this one was hard :(!

You understood Puppeteer was a spirit. You understood he wasn't human, that he fed (somehow) on negativity, and that he had taken a special interest in you. That was the extent of what he had told you. He hadn't even bothered to give you a real name to call him by. It was clear he wanted complete control over you - you didn't mind. You were his quick little morsel to keep him satiated, but to tap into your full potential, he needed you in a very unique position. He craved someone who hated him with a passion but couldn't resist being around him, and you were his someone.

"Where are you now?" he said.

"Green," you responded as he wrapped his hands tighter around your neck.

He liked to push you over the edge in a new way each time and he was damn good at it. "The angrier the better," he told you once.

"All that emotion... so invigorating. Don't you feel how your hate fills the room? I can taste it." he gave your throat a little squeeze.

Your brow furrowed as your hearing grew fuzzy. Thinking about every little thing that pissed you off the past week - everything he had done to piss you off - egged you on. It built with the pressure he caused in your pussy, but you couldn't do anything about it. Your legs were tied up to the headboard with your hands. He had you folded in on yourself and completely at his mercy. Your thoughts started to muddle together as he choked you.

Releasing the pressure on your throat, he moved a hand down between your legs - only sliding his fingers across and teasing your hole. You were wet enough to take all of him, but he wouldn't even give you a finger.

"Why are you such a prick?" you bucked your hips as he grazed over your clit, "fucking tease."

"Should I record you and show you just how much of a whiny brat you're being?"

You quieted at the threat. Neither of you had done such a thing before. He tutted. "I see that worry in your eyes," his fingers left you as he walked towards a cabinet in the room. To your surprise, he pulled out a tripod all ready to go, and fiddled with it as he placed his phone on it. He set it facing you on the bed as you squirmed.

"Yellow," you said clearly. It was easy to notice his tone slightly shift and his back straighten slightly as he walked back to you. He had gone over the safeword with you a million times. He knew that yellow didn't mean to stop, but you knew he was scared to take things too far.

Returning back to you, he leaned over your body like before, this time rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. He thought you couldn't, but you noticed his attentive gaze.

"There, now everyone can see your cunt. See you get off on being put in your place, little minx."

You settled into his touch, swearing as he shoved a finger inside of you. He pumped in a few times. The sensation had you in heaven. He always told you that as soon as he touched you, you'd lose a few brain cells.

"All this for me?" he moaned.

"Because you're touching me like that," you weakly argued, trying to ignore how good he felt.

"You let me use you so easily. You humans are so fascinating."

Your face scrunched up and you let out a loud whine. You could feel yourself getting close already.

"Are you gonna cry just from me fingering you?"

"Oh, shut up!"

He sped up, wet sounds coming from your cunt as he fucked you with his fingers.

Swearing, you came around him, hips bucking as he helped you finish. He let you sit there for a moment as you cooled down. You were always exhausted after, which you had assumed was because he was essentially acting as some sort of incubus.

"Let's take a break," he'd said, releasing you from the golden strings that kept you up.

"We'll come back to this later. You still have some anger I can fuck out of you another time."

[edai-crplpnk]

I love writing kink negociations and consent discussions and I like reading them when they're well done (which is clearly not all the time, and I agree wholeheartedly with those two posts) but one thing I hate and that is so common is safewords where nobody needs them.

Why would they have a safeword if they can just say "stop"? Do anyone really think that interrupting sex when needed is easier when you have to say "blueberry" rather than "stop"?

Imo, the two crucial functions of safewords are:

1- To be able to willfully ignore other words of discomfort/non-consent when doing CNC or playing with limits that might get you to say stop when you don't want it to stop yet, so you need a more purposeful signal for it.

2- To have signal when talking is not possible or realistic, either because of the practice or because of going non-verbal in a certain headspace (or just being non-verbal to begin with, ofc). Ex: "tap out when you need to breathe" or "If you squeeze my hand I stop"

If you're just fucking without consent play and everyone is in physical and psychological state to just say stop or even generally shake their head or push you away or any other way to communicate, I don't think they're useful and, more importantly, I think they can be pretty harmful. If saying "blueberry" is harder than staying "stop" (which it will usually be, because it's kinda weird and embarassing to say that in the middle of sex) but your partner is assuming they should ignore your "stop" because you're supposed to say "blueberry" if you mean it, you are setting yourselves up for a very shitty situation.

I like the colour system for check ins, because having a close question with scripted answer make it easier to communicate efficiently and precisely. "Colour?" has only three possible answer, that you know by heart and the only thing you have to do is pick which. "How are you feeling?" has a bazilion answers and words and if you are not in a state to handle a bazilion answers and words, you'll probably just say "ok". But this is very different than being meant to spontaneously say "red" or "orange" mid sex to prompt a change in your partner, which is much harder, imo.

I feel like a most of the time when I see character set up a safeword before or during play, it's just meant as a virtue signal that this is consensual and they have taken measures to ensure it's safe(r). But in practice, the safeword is not making it safer.

It's symbol of "proper consent" devoid of actual reflection about what makes consent important, complex and tricky, and how to work on that. It's making look consent as something that is as simple as "if there exist a word that you can physically say that mean you don't consent, and your partner will respect it, then it's safe and will go all good". And it's really not.

Consent is complex, communication around consent is difficult, saying no is famously hard, especially to someon you love, especially to someone you want to please, especially to someone you want to love you, especially if you have self-esteem issues or performance anxiety, which we all know a lot of people have and in particular around sex. Making sure everyone involved can communicated their boundaries and needs as they evolve through a scene or through a relationship is immesly more complex and harder than "there's a word for that, just say it". If you try to pretend otherwise you will fuck up.

"he would not fucking say that" but it's "they would not be having carefully negotiated bdsm manual sex"

[spice-olympus]

New 18+ Lore Olympus Fic Blog!

Hi there! I'm Kov and this is my new blog.

I've already got one fic written and ready to go, but this blog takes requests and I'd love to get it off the ground, so this is my little promo post!

I take requests for Lore Olympus characters, specifically with a focus on E-rated fics, because AO3 and tumblr are always in need of more fun smut! I also write nonsexual kink for folks who are interested in that. I will write headcanons and fics for character/character, and also character/reader!

Lore Olympus has a huge readership but not a big fandom presence and I think it seems like a fun cast to write for, so I'm here to do that. I got het, I got slash, I got femslash, whatever you'd like to request!

I don't have very many rules, just be nice when you're requesting and be aware that I may not write every request, whether that's from personal comfort or just time/energy constraints. I'm a busy lad with three other active blogs so I've got a lot to juggle.

Also, because this is an 18+ writing blog, No Minors Please!

Under the cut there's a nice little list of my favourite kinks and some that I don't write, so if you're in need of inspiration you can check that out! I appreciate folks spreading the word for anyone interested in this little pet project of mine!

Kinks I Especially Enjoy Writing:

Pet Play

Age Play

Somnophilia

Dubious Consent

Bestiality Aspects/Knotting

Omorashi/Desperation

Breeding Kink

Consensual Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Pre-arranged Scenes

Kidnapping/Stockholm Syndrome

(I also do love writing vanilla, loving sex: especially with awkward laughter and clumsy first times and good communication)

Things I Do Not Enjoy Writing:

Ignored safewords

Medical Kink

Bloodplay

Hard Vore

Sugar Daddy (I know it's kinda baked into the Lore Olympus universe, I just mean that I don't like the explicit contract versions of it for purely personal reasons)

Drugs, recreational or otherwise

(If a kink isn’t on these lists, I’m probably neutral about it! Or maybe I didn’t think to include it… in either case, feel free to request! As always, I’ll just pass requests I’m not comfortable with. No harm in sending them.)

[cookiewrites]

i'm so sorry to any and all asks i have rn that i am ignoring but i seem to be physically incapable of writing anything until this idea is done so:

just one more, puppy

wc: 2.1k

cw: sub!chan x afab dom!reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), breeding kink -talk of pregnancy in dirty talk, pet play, puppy kink, overstimulation (m. receiving), pet names for chan (baby, puppy, pup), praise kink, dirty talk, use of traffic light safeword system but no actual safeword-ing, creampie (several times), filthy - it's all fucking filthy.

chan would love to tell stay that the red lights performance was the first time he'd ever been on a leash but he'd know it was a lie. in fact, he spent most nights with one around his neck, waiting patiently for you to tug on it and tell him what you wanted to do tonight.

some nights you'd use it as a way to pull him close to your pussy, as he licked and sucked and swallowed every part of you until you came on his face, often accompanied by him cumming as well, grinding himself to completion on your shoe, flushing red when you point out how messy he is.

some nights it was a way for you to pull him into a kiss as he's on top of you, dragging his face closer to yours when you need his lips on yours as he ruts into you, greedily using your hole when you've decided to reward him by letting him pretend to be in control.

and then there are nights like tonight, where it provides little use except putting chan in this headspace where he can relax, the feeling of the collar around his throat instantly emptying his head a little. making him look at you all wide-eyed and empty smiles as you sit yourself fully down on his cock.

'nothing going on in that pretty head of yours, yeah puppy?'

he nods because good puppies don't speak. they can whine, and moan, and if they're close; beg - but they don't speak. you smile at him, beginning to bounce up and down slowly, immediately triggering a whine from the man below you.

'so i thought we could do something fun tonight, pup'

this makes him actively look at you, switching something on in his head, in case you gave him an instruction; not wanting to miss anything you want from him, the instinctual response to be good for you; good boys get rewarded.

'only rule for you, puppy...' you say, slowing down slightly to grab at his chin, tilting his head up to look at you, your eyes always soft and kind and full of love when you see him submit to you like this. '...is to cum whenever you want.'.

he wants to ask, to double-check, but he knows he can't do that verbally; opting to tilt his head to the side, giving you a questioning look.

'you heard me pup, you cum whenever you want to' lifting yourself up and sinking down on him to punctuate the point, 'don't even need to ask, you just fill my pussy up when you're ready'.

and this permission makes him whine, the knot in his stomach already tightening from the idea of cumming inside you, and not having to wait.

'you just be a good puppy for me, and stuff me full of your cum'

you don't always let him cum in you, very rarely actually, keeping it as a reward for when he's been extra good, but you needed it tonight, needed to feel how full it makes you, the way it drips down your thighs, even the way it looks.

you can't pretend you're unaffected as you start your rhythm on top of him, bouncing up and down as his cock fills you over and over - leaning back slightly so the blunt head of his cock hits the gummy spot inside of you, instantly triggering you to clench around him - a whine erupting from chan in response.

'need you to put a litter in me, pup, wanna be nice and full with your cum, please' you beg, hand finding its way into his freshly black hair - unruly curls around your fingers as you pull his head back slightly. the new addition of slight pain being the thing that tips him over the edge, white spurts splattering your walls as you moan, almost sounding satisfied.

'good boy, fuck, good boy, such a good f-fucking boy'

but you weren't satisfied, if anything, him finishing gave you a new rush of energy as you switched from bouncing up and down to grinding on him - insisting he stay as deep inside you as possible, plugging his cum inside you.

chan was quickly falling into overstimulation, tears pricking at his eyes as he realises you are nowhere near done with him. the feeling of your soft walls around him keeping him rock hard after cumming, immediately starting the ball rolling towards another orgasm.

you move your hand to gently wipe the tears that have escaped his eyes away, comforting him as you use him.

'gotta make sure it takes, baby, yeah?'

he nods, feeling himself building towards another orgasm as you roll your hips on top of him, collapsing forwards to bury your head in his neck, nipping at the skin there; enjoying the small gasps and moans as you do so. trying to hide how overwhelming this all is, how much you needed this.

'wanna make sure i can be a good mummy for your puppies baby'

your hand naturally finds its way to the leash hanging between the two of you, wrapping the leather around your hand before tugging on it; just to make your boyfriend whine. the reminder of your control over him making you clench around him, sucking him back inside you with such force he cums again; far sooner than he expected to.

'such a good fucking puppy, s-so good, so good so-'

his first load is spread all over his stomach, and the inside of your thighs, gathering in this white ring around the base of his cock. and now, it's mixing with his second load, barely contained inside you as your insistent riding continues. he's crying now, loud sobs, as continue;

'c-colour pup' you breathe out, stopping just a second to let him respond.

'g-green, green, i'm o-okay b-baby' he whispers, lifting up his heavy head to smile at you, and you smile back, starting up again.

'you're doing so good for me, so good, you can take it, right?'

he nods. you continue riding him. wanting just one more load from him, the feeling of the fullness addicting.

'you look so good taking it, so good being a fucking breeding toy for me'

somehow chan feels himself getting close again, all of his muscles sore from tensing and releasing over and over again, his skin sweaty, his cock sore. but the view of you desperately milking him over and over, using him to relax after a stressful day, your happy face as he behaves for you. even the way the weight of his collar around his head makes his head shut up, for just a little bit. it's all adding up to what would be his third orgasm of the night.

'you can take a little more, pup, i know you want to. you want to be a good boy for me, and fill me up'

he can see how tired you're getting, your once-perfect rhythmic riding now offbeat and sloppy, as you try to continue to hold off your own orgasm just long enough to see him cum again.

and you do, a few minutes later he whines, biting down on your shoulder as he cums again, immediately triggering your own - the clenching and releasing of your pussy sucking everything out of him as he cries. you stop, seating down completely on him, as you use the leash to pull him into a kiss that is more like the two of you breathing heavily into each other's mouths.

'so good, puppy, did such a good fucking job for me, made such a pretty mess for me'

'gonna make me carry your litter, yeah pup?'

he nods again, not quite back to earth as your hand twists the leash in your hand, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

'then you gotta let me sit here and plug your cum in me for bit, okay?'

'let me keep you nice and warm, keep myself nice and full'

'and when we've both caught our breath, maybe i'll let my perfect, well-behaved little pup clean me up?'

'p-please, please, i've been such a g-good puppy'

'such a good puppy.'.