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[ami-gami]

Asks/requests/dms open (pleaseeee come bother me about pretty band members/literally anything else).

Requests are open, however I'm really bad at getting around to answering them don't get your hopes up.

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✮ Computer nerd, guitar player, crocheter, aspiring cybersecurity student

✮ Some things that I like: Dark Souls, Elden Ring, Cyberpunk, Frieren, Mr Robot, Apothecary Diaries, MLP

✮ Bands I've seen: Rammstein, Halestorm, Bad Omens, Linkin Park, Spiritbox, Thrown, Motionless in White, Make Them Suffer, Thy Art is Murder, Paleface Swiss, Static Dress, Heriot, Måneskin, Iron Maiden, Arctic Monkeys, Miles Kane, Carly Rae Jepsen

[ami-gami]

𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

Puppy!Noah x Reader

Tags: Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, backshots, chastity, praise kink, smidgeon of humiliation

2.8k words

“I’m just so exhausted after the day I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?” Or Noah gets a little bit too excited when he sees your new back tattoo.

Based on this request

Your sweet puppy has been so helpful ever since you got your back tattoo done. When you came home after the appointment and took your shirt off, he was speechless. Noah has been so helpful throughout the entire healing process. The fairy wings that span along your back aren’t exactly small—and they’re quite difficult to reach in some places. Noah has been helping you with the healing process—dutifully washing your back for you, and spreading moisturiser over those hard-to-reach spots. In the mornings, when you wake up to find that your t-shirt is welded to your back by a mixture of blood and plasma, Noah is the one who guides you under the shower and helps you gently unstick your shirt from your back.

It’s adorable just how devoted he is to taking care of you.

You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

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[ami-gami]

𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

Puppy!Noah x Reader

Tags: Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, backshots, chastity, praise kink, smidgeon of humiliation

2.8k words

“I’m just so exhausted after the day I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?” Or Noah gets a little bit too excited when he sees your new back tattoo.

Based on this request

Your sweet puppy has been so helpful ever since you got your back tattoo done. When you came home after the appointment and took your shirt off, he was speechless. Noah has been so helpful throughout the entire healing process. The fairy wings that span along your back aren’t exactly small—and they’re quite difficult to reach in some places. Noah has been helping you with the healing process—dutifully washing your back for you, and spreading moisturiser over those hard-to-reach spots. In the mornings, when you wake up to find that your t-shirt is welded to your back by a mixture of blood and plasma, Noah is the one who guides you under the shower and helps you gently unstick your shirt from your back.

It’s adorable just how devoted he is to taking care of you.

You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

Taglist: @theservantbones @itsfarbettertolearn @pipidoll @lacy1986 @fadingangelwisp @concretejunglefm @oobleoob @english-fucker @ethelsbaby @sallyba3 @111amyyy @findinggodb3for3godfindsm3 @darksigns-exe @sleepycactus-omens @branika182 @nogoodsailors @bluehairpunklol @r3prise @mid-omens @meowkittywhiskers @badlandsomens

Dividers: @/silent-stories

[r3prise]

writers I don't think get the attention they deserve, WITH a fic rec!! <3 pt 1

(before I continue, I love everyone in this fandom, there is absolutely no form of bias- it's just based off of their likes/reblogs because they write SO fucking good but don't get nearly enough attention!!)

1- @nefugus <3

fic rec- Kitten in distress (cat girl!reader x bad omens)

2- @ami-gami <3

fic rec- A little bit too excited (puppy!noah x fem!reader)

3- @thespookyantagonist <3

fic rec- Deadly Screams (honestly it's more plot focused but it's still really good, I know I've read it before but I can't remember if there's a pairing.)

4- @givemesomethingbeautiful <3

fic rec- Historians will call them best friends (noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilio)

5- @darksigns-exe <3

fic rec- whenever I'm alone with you (nicholas ruffilio x fem!reader)

6- @ladyveronikawrites <3

fic rec- FUCK ME UP, FOLIO (nick folio x noah sebastian)

7- @copper-locks <3

fic rec- THE MESS YOU LEFT BEHIND (davis rider x fem!reader)

8- @badlandsomens <3

fic rec- We'll Try Again (noah sebastian x fem!reader)

9- @boomenz <3

fic rec- Jealousy (nicholas ruffilio x fem!reader)

10- @just-a-ghost-girl <3

fic rec- With You. (noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilio)

[ami-gami]

I have no good photos of it 😭 but its a dragon! I had been wanting it for like a year and its my biggest tattoo and its so so cute 😋 the amount of backless tops I bought after it is insane but I have to show it off somehow 🙂‍↕️ - 🐰

Oooo I love that!!! That sounds so cool :3

[ami-gami]

as someone with a full back tattoo I just wanted to let you know im so so so excited for this fic omg 🫠 I will come back later to yell at you about it <3 - 🐰

Hehehe I hope you enjoy it!!! What's your back tattoo look like? (If you feel comfortable sharing) <3

[ami-gami]

I am back in your inbox with a thot.

Imagine surprising Noah with a back tattoo. You’d always wanted one, and this is how he finds out? Just imagining the service top in him railing the shit out of you with such a pretty view 🫠 Bonus points if you got fairy wings. (That’s what I want because I think it’s so pretty and sexy.) Wait until it’s fully healed!!!!! The back shots!!!!! I just need him frothing at the mouth, at a loss for words. My mans is thirsty

❤️‍🔥 anon

(Hope you’re doing well Ami 💗💗)

Here you go, sweet anon <3 I hope you like it. Thank you for sending it in 🫶

[ami-gami]

𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

Puppy!Noah x Reader

Tags: Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, backshots, chastity, praise kink, smidgeon of humiliation

2.8k words

“I’m just so exhausted after the day I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?” Or Noah gets a little bit too excited when he sees your new back tattoo.

Based on this request

Your sweet puppy has been so helpful ever since you got your back tattoo done. When you came home after the appointment and took your shirt off, he was speechless. Noah has been so helpful throughout the entire healing process. The fairy wings that span along your back aren’t exactly small—and they’re quite difficult to reach in some places. Noah has been helping you with the healing process—dutifully washing your back for you, and spreading moisturiser over those hard-to-reach spots. In the mornings, when you wake up to find that your t-shirt is welded to your back by a mixture of blood and plasma, Noah is the one who guides you under the shower and helps you gently unstick your shirt from your back.

It’s adorable just how devoted he is to taking care of you.

You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

Taglist: @theservantbones @itsfarbettertolearn @pipidoll @lacy1986 @fadingangelwisp @concretejunglefm @oobleoob @english-fucker @ethelsbaby @sallyba3 @111amyyy @findinggodb3for3godfindsm3 @darksigns-exe @sleepycactus-omens @branika182 @nogoodsailors @bluehairpunklol @r3prise @mid-omens @meowkittywhiskers @badlandsomens

Dividers: @/silent-stories

[ami-gami]

Crazy to think that there was a time where I despised 'x reader' fanfiction and also didn't like pet play

[ami-gami]

Adding on to say. About a year or so ago I met up with a long time friend that I hadn't seen in a while. Naturally, we started talking about kink. He was all like "I wanna keep my boyfriend in a cage. I wanna treat him like he's actually a dog. I wanna teach him tricks."

In my head I was like "oh! That's—strange. that's not really my thing :)"

Look where I'm at now.

[robotclownindulgence]

[ami-gami]

[ami-gami]

Crazy to think that there was a time where I despised 'x reader' fanfiction and also didn't like pet play

[r3prise]

finally started second kitty nicholas fic <3

@ami-gami

[pillowspace]

It feels like this every time I write a fic

[inarticulatedoll]

im open to being held captive if you promise not to raise your voice at me and stroke my hair a lot

[cagoule-omens]

[ami-gami]

I keep thinking about Werewolf!Folio. I know when you answered that nail polish ask, you said Folio gets protective of Noah (but were you talking more about Puppy!Folio rather than Werewolf!Folio? 'Cause you mentioned headspace, I don't know, ignore me), but I can't stop thinking about Werewolf!Folio being super protective of reader! Like he's all scary and territorial but also will eat out of the palm of your hand. AHHH. My favorite dynamic.

First of all, if you like the idea of werewolf!Folio, I very highly recommend two amazing fics that were posted yesterday: "a gentle kind of beast" by @darksigns-exe and "good boys" by @jestersnotebook .

Werewolf!Folio is fiercely protective of his owner. He might look all cute and domesticated wearing his collar—but don't be fooled. He doesn't hesitate to snap, growl, or snarl at anyone who poses even the slightest threat to his owner.

If you ever need some comfort or reassurance, Werewolf!Folio is always there to support you. If he senses that you're even slightly upset, he quickly finds you, cuddling up to you while making sweet noises. He'll gently grasp onto your hand with his teeth, and guide your hand over to his soft fur. He knows that petting him is your favourite way of de-stressing. He's always happy to curl up with you, either in bed, on the couch, or on the rug in front of the fireplace.

Give him a treat, and you've got the sweetest little creature ever, sitting right in front of you. It's so adorable when he eats out of the palm of your hand—his cold, wet nose pressing gently against your hand, as he hoovers up the treat, licking your hand clean of any crumbs. He's always so gentle about it, careful not to accidentally bite you. After he's eaten his treat, he likes to nuzzle against you, bumping his snout against your side as a form of thanks.