ID: A graphic with black art in the upper right-hand corner of two hands, cuffed together. Below is text reading:
"Ways To Check-In During A Scene Without breaking sub-space
Stoplight Method
If You Use The Stoplight Method (Red, Yellow, Green), You Can Say Something As Simple As "Color?"
Do You Want More?
During Impact Or Sensory Overload, You Can Ask "Do You Want More?", "Have You Had Enough?", "Have You Learned Your Lesson?" It's Important Not To Phrase This In A Way That A Competitive S-Type Will Take As A Challenge To Ignore Their Limits.
Close-Ended Questions
If You Can Tell They Are Overwhelmed, You Can Ask Something Simple Like "Is It Time For You To Be Good And Drink Your Water?" Which Gives A Break While Remaining In The Dynamic.
Confirming Safe Word
If They Say "No" During A Scene, Pause And Ask, "Is 'No' Your Safeword?", Allow An Answer, Then Ask "What Is Your Safeword?". This Reminds Them That They Can Use Their Safeword At Any Time While Also Maintaining Your Position Of Dominance.
Non-Verbals
Have A Specific Touch That Should Be Returned. Example: You Might Squeeze Their Hand And They Might Squeeze It Back Once Or Twice Depending On A Pre-Established Code.
btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.
the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.
Going on your first ever trip alone was a scary thing. Especially when the place you were traveling to was the infamous Monster City. Humans were rarely ever allowed inside, only permitted when all its citizens were out of their breeding seasons. All in order to protect their human neighbors and keep the peace.
But that also left the whole city as one big mystery to you. So although you were excited to go somewhere new, you didn’t know what to expect.
The only thing you could think to do was look online. All you the online forums said the same thing. Every monster citizen recommended you Rent A Monster Bf for the day. Given they had packages that allowed them to act as a kind of tour guide while also giving you protection. The idea made your cheeks burn up in a blazing hot blush.
You couldn’t actually do this, could you? Rent a monster to act as your bf for the day. There were all sorts of different packages. Offering short dates to long dates, having them pretend to pay for everything on your outings, to taking real-looking couples photoshoots. That was definitely doing too much, there’s no way you could do that while keeping your head on straight.
By the end of the day there was no way you wouldn’t catch some kinda feelings. It would be better if you just handled the trip in your own and hoped for the best walking around blindly.
“Hi! Are you from the Rent A Monster Bf Service?” You ask the painfully sexy ass monster holding a sign with your name on it after stepping off the plane.
The whole process was a lot more simply than you originally thought it was gonna be. You told yourself, after giving in and just doing it, that if you hit a snag then you’d just forget the whole thing. But the agency made every step of the way so damn easy for you.
You sent them all the details for your hopes and dreams when going on this trip in a very long email. In response they sent you five listings, each of a different monster. The listings included their occupations, hobbies, accomplishments, and anything else that was notable to add.
Out of all the monsters you picked the one that was your type to a T, both in looks and personality. After choosing your boyfriend you received confirmation with a full itinerary that listed everything he had planned. From the start of the date to the very end of it. Starting by picking you up from the airport.
Now here you are, eyefucking him like a feral beast as he picks your heavy suitcase up with ease. Imagining him picking you up like that and throwing you around. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties within minutes and— fuck!— you really hope his kind of monster can’t smell a humans emotions.
You watch him tilt his head in the air and sniff. Breath catches in your throat as your pussy clamps shut, as if that’ll trap the scent already surely wafting around you. Luckily it seems he doesn’t notice it as he moves to the passenger side and opens it for you like a true gentleman.
The whole day he acts like an absolutely perfect bf while showing you around the city. When you went to restaurants he’d pull out your chair for you, yanking it close to his side once you sat down and taking in deep lungfuls of your scent.
He’d feed you, laugh at how flustered you got, and talked with you like you’ve known each other forever. His eyes flickering across your face in search of something deeper.
During museum tours and tourist attractions he’d hug you from behind or hold your hand. Always touching, always keeping you close like he was trying to make a claim in front of the other monsters.
Worse was how he’d always offer to take photos of you, or you two together. Whispering warmly in your ear, “I don’t want you to forget a second to this.”
It was seriously ducking with your head. And your poor neglected pussy that wasn’t seen any action in months was reaping the consequences. Everything he did set you on edge. Your panties were ruined by now, soaked through and dripping to the point it was uncomfortable. You don’t know why your body is responding like this, it’s not like you.
But he was just so damn sexy, his body sculpted by the gods to fit your ideal type and his face… he was the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen. It nearly blinded you how hot this man was.
This act he was putting on wasn’t helping at all because as much as you tried to remind yourself you bought this service, you were failing, falling hard for his charms. Leaving you mad horny and two seconds from shooting your shot.
Somehow by some miracle you managed to restrain yourself till the end of the date. Good thing too because your mind was beginning to play tricks on you. Imagining his hand was holding yours a little tighter, his breathing coming in short pants and growing shorter throughout the day, pupils dilated with lust, and his body trembling with restraint.
For some reason he kept checking his watch and you wondered why. Just as you were about to ask it goes off and he instantly sighs in relief. Now officially off the clock he doesn’t waste another minute, whirling around to face you, his claws hands cup your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a noise of surprise that he eagerly swallows as you two stumble into your hotel room.
“I-I’m—hah!— sorry, my rut isn’t due for another two weeks, it’s never this early. But I just spent the last twelve hours drowning in the scent of your arousal when I’d rather be drowning between your thighs. Must’ve triggered it,” he growls, all but pushing you on the bed. You barely process his words before he’s on top of you and ripping your clothes off.
Hour after hour passes in the blink of an eye. His hips are a blur of movement as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your needy fat cunt. Never seeming to stop his relentless rhythm like he’s possessed or something. And hell maybe you are too with the way you’re bucking into his thrusts, riding his cock for all it’s worth.
The two of you are like animals as he takes you from the front, the side, against every piece of furniture in the room, to the sloppiest of backshots on the bed. Your throat is raw from all the screaming, the force of his hips wetly smacking against yours sends pleasure to explode throughout your body in the most mind blowing of ways.
Everything is sloppy and filthy, allowing him to slide in impossibly deeper. His cockhead making out with your cervix each time he bottoms out. Yet still you crave more.
You want his knot.
Using every trick in the book you start rolling your hips and clamping down, milking his cock like you’re tryna draw it out of him. He groans in bliss, fucked out and drunk off your pussy as he falls to nuzzle into your neck. That’s when you feel it, his knot nudging at your entrance.
While he tries to take it slow, ease it into you, you’re far too impatient. Having waited all day for this. So with a jerk of your hips you stuff his knot deep inside your cunt with one sharp stroke.
Immediately it throws him over the edge, his knot swelling up big within you. The stretch of his knot and the sensation of his hot seed flooding your tight channel has you reaching your peak right with him.
Sobs of ecstasy wrack through your chest as you fuck each other through the waves of pleasure tingling within you. He holds you tightly against him, talking you through it and whispering praises in your ear till you two collapse on the bed from exhaustion.
Your bodies are still locked up tight from his knot. And from the way he keeps grinding in deeper you have a feeling it won’t be going down anytime soon.
Well, it seems like you’ll be extending your stay a night… or three. Only to help him through his rut. It seemed fair that you provide him with your services after he had provided you so thoroughly with his. And who knows what may happen after that.
I wanna sit next to someone on the couch while they play games, reach between their legs and tease them through their clothes. I want to tell them that if they stop playing, I stop touching them.
I want to reach down their pants to rub them over their underwear, feel them get more and more worked up from my touch, see their hands tighten on the controller as they do their best to keep focused. I want to lean in and whisper things against their neck. "Keep playing, sweetheart, that's it... oh honey, you're losing, poor thing. Don't whine, try harder, baby..."
A dom who takes the phrase "use your words" very seriously and makes me admit exactly what it is I like, no matter how much I'm stammering and blushing and squirming while saying it
a LOT of kink content on tumblr is fantasy and does not reflect what kink should actually be like. it is totally ok to be turned on by these fantasies and it's good to incorporate them into your sex life in safe ways. however a lot of the hot hardcore kink scenarios that make it seem like everything was spontaneous are not necessarily lying to you, but they are leaving out the "before" part. kink requires a LOT of discussion and communication. you should not forsake this part of kink because you wanna get to sex immediately because the before and after of kink are just as important, if not more, than the during.
Orc Wife dicking you into oblivion before a battle.
She fucks into you with quick, sharp snaps of her hips that earn little high-pitched moans from you with every thrust. Your head is thrown back on a pile of cushions, hands clutching at fine fur pelts now soaked through from hours of taking your wife’s cock.
It’s all part of an Orcish tradition. Following through is imperative as it’s meant to provide warriors with the strength to fight and return home safely by “borrowing” it from their mate.
At first, you had been unsure about the effectiveness of the exchange. But now, as you're laid out flat and spent while your beloved pummels into your entrance with seemingly endless vigor, you begin to think there could be something to it.
You lift your shaking legs to encircle your wife’s waist as she punishes your dripping hole. She loves watching her cock disappear inside of you, but she looks up when she feels your thighs weakly squeeze around her.
“Oh, my sweet mate,” she coos, gentle fingers coming up to brush back the stray hairs sweat has slicked to your face. Her pace becomes languid as she buries herself completely within you and remains there, grinding slow circles into you. “You’ve done so well.”
You lock your legs around her and you press yourself down on her cock, groaning at how its thickness stretches you even this long into your love-making.
“Please don’t stop.” You look up at your wife with pleading eyes, rocking your hips on her length roughly in an attempt to spur her on. “I want you to keep going. Keep taking it from me.”
Her hands suddenly grasp your hips hard, a growl escaping the back of her throat as her claws dig at your skin. The pace is still slow as she guides your harsh movements to hit spots inside you only she knows.
“Oh gods,” you moan out, eyes shut tight. “Please, my love.” Your begging is whiny and breathless as she works you over her dick. “Just take everything. Take it so you can come back to me.”
Her motions falter as she processes your words. She lets out a small snort of amusement before relaxing her hold on you, hands trailing up your body and caressing your features until two broad arms come to rest at either side of your head, caging you in under her larger frame.
"Worried for me? How precious.” Her lips yield tender kisses to your shoulder, making out a path across your chest.
“When I return,” she says, “I’ll shower you with tokens of my victory and carry you off here to my chambers.” Sharp teeth playfully nip at the skin of your neck. Her mouth begins sucking her marks into you, tongue swiping out to massage each deliciously sore bit of flesh.
“And then I’m keeping you here,” she chuckles against your skin. Her head pulls back momentarily as she takes you in, her perfect little mate bruised and panting beneath her. She smiles down at you warmly before lowering her face to yours again, lovingly grazing a tusk over your cheek in a deeply intimate gesture. “You won’t be allowed to leave under any circumstances.”
Her chest settles against yours, trapping you between soft furs and the warmth of your lover. You whimper lowly at the contact, bracing your palms against her sculpted shoulders as you try to rut yourself up against her solid form.
It’s far too much. You’ve already been overstimulated to tears several times over. All the sensations surrounding you, your wife’s wonderful promises, her closeness, her heat, her touch, her smell. Fucked out as you are, you’re still so needy for her. She seems to register just how much as you writhe pathetically - adorably - under her.
“Gods. You’re all for me.” She traces her tusk up your jawline and halts her motions with her lips hovering right next to your ear. “After this battle, my cock is going to fucking live inside of you.”
A hand grips each of your thighs and your legs are hefted over your wife’s shoulders as she folds you into a mating press. She slides her cock all the way out of you, teasing the tip at your opening before slamming back in and setting a brutal rhythm.
You scream out in shock and pleasure, throwing both arms around her neck. She has you so worked up and oversensitive that you’re cumming hard around her on the second thrust, wetness leaking over you both. You cling to your wife desperately as she rams into you with a new intensity. You asked her to take everything, which means she’s not stopping until you’re lying limp against the bed.
Yes. There definitely is something to this tradition.
*slaps hands on table* THAT BEAR SHIFTER CARPENTER BETTER BREED THIS VIRGIN CUZ I WANT HIM TO WANT ME YOOOOHOOOO
🤸🎉🤸 LET'S GOOOOO
This has been highly requested, like HIGHLY requested and asked for and I have the motivation for it right now so while others are worked on lets roll with this!
This is for the absolutely everyone that asked for more, sent a comment, ask or anything in-between. Genuinely thank you so much!
MDNI
M!Bear shifter x F!Reader, oral sex, explicit sex scene, breeding kink, this is a direct continuation of: this
"Please. Tell me I can taste you." He pants, his teeth growing longer, his fingers ending in what are definitely claws, his body seeming to grow. You stare at him for what feels like hours, but really its only seconds before a very soft, almost shaky, "Okay" falls from your lips. He meets your stare, the deep brown of his eyes darkening, turning almost black as he lets out a huff, his lips pulling up into a lop sided smirk, the now sharp points of his teeth on clear display as he parts his lips and he shakes his head. Leaning closer you feel the way his hot breath rushes over the sensitive skin of your neck.
"No Darlin' I said tell me." His voice is low and husky as he presses even closer to you, his large body pinning you to the wall but his lips never meeting your skin as he stays hovering just shy of kissing your neck.
In that very instant your brain turns into mush, liquefying at the way his slight southern twang pronounces the words and the thought of telling him what to do. But he stays still, his body tense and tight as he leans into you, his lips never meeting your skin but his breath getting heavier the longer he is this close to you, this close to your scent.
"Y-you can taste me." You finally stutter out, your entire body hot as you try to catch your own breath, mesmerized by the way his body tenses and shifts and grows before your very eyes as he struggles to maintain control. With a long, low, rumbling growl his hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. His lips meet your neck as he makes his way through your halls. His familiarity with your house something you're insane grateful for as he pushes open the door to your bedroom, his lips and teeth never leaving your neck as he throws both of you onto the bed, the mattress and frame groaning and creaking under your combined weight.
"Been waitin', waitin' for a chance to get you on here. Lay you out, fill you up then lick you clean." His voice sounds deeper now, deeper than you've ever heard it before as he hovers over you. "You didn't even notice, the way I was always here, always watchin', sittin' with you to make sure no one else in the town could get close enough to get in my way while I made my move to make you mine. Always doing anything you asked, makin' sure you're happy here, that you're gonna stay." His large claw tipped fingers making easy work of your shirt and shorts leaving you laying beneath him in nothing but your panties.
He leans away and his eyes are completely dark now as he drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his hands moving to slide over your exposed skin, savoring the way your soft smooth skin feels against his rough calloused hands. His thumbs catching either side of your panties as he pulls them down, the roughness of his knuckles feeling almost sinful against the skin of your thighs. You look up at him almost confused, he was what? Guarding you from the other shifters in the town? That's why he was always over at your place helping and then relaxing with you. This whole time hes been marking a territory around you that you didn't even know existed and that thought did something to your brain. Made your hips push up into his touch as he kissed his way down your stomach.
"Then you go and make the whole neighborhood smell like the sweetest kind of sin. I could smell you the second I opened my door, so could three others, they even came out to check it out. Gotta be more careful than that Darlin'. You're lucky I was the closest one." He says, his exploration down pausing as he presses kisses against your hips, shifting on the bed to pull you closer to the edge, and kneeling between your spread legs. "You gonna share what got you so hot an' bothered you didn't even bother to close the windows before you started fucking yourself silly?"
The way he settled between your thighs, that rare curse the sounded so much dirtier coming from him, his touches and eyes watching you so carefully. It all made you so wet, so turned on you found it almost impossible to stay still as you squirmed under his touch as he rubbed up and down your thighs.
"I... I was..." You're not sure really how to phrase it, if you should even admit what you were thinking about, but at this point you're so lost there's no real reason to hide. "I was thinking about you... About what it would be like if you were... With me." This admission made him pause, a toothy fang filled grin lighting up his face.
"Good girl." He nearly purred before burying his face between your legs. His tongue and teeth lapping and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moan, grinding your hips into his mouth until his hands come up, pinning your hips to the bed, holding you still as he feasts on your sopping cunt. His tongue thrusts into you, lavishing you with so much attention it is a nearly devotional act. He rests one large arm over your waist, a silent order to keep still, as his other hand releases you, his fingers replacing his tongue inside you as he moves to suckle and nip at your clit. You moan, your body shaking as he fucks two fingers into you, curling them just right, before adding a third. Fuck did it feel good, the way he stretched you out on his fingers, the way his fangs hit the sensitive bud as he brought you higher and higher pressing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck! Yes! I'm-" You don't even get to finish your words before your orgasm is crashing over you, soaking his fingers and chin even more. Before you can even start to come down, his fingers are out pressed against your lips as he stands, still between your legs.
"Open Darlin'." With a soft moan your mouth falls open, his fingers pushing in to let you taste yourself on his fingers. You don't notice the exact moment he sheds his clothes, too busy licking and sucking at his fingers you also really didn't care. Your eyes flutter as you felt the head of his cock press against your still fluttering cunt. You tensed for just a moment as you felt him press into you, he was big, thick. You gasped around his fingers in your mouth, he leaned down, pressing messy wet kisses against your cheeks and neck, removing his fingers from your mouth to slide his hand down, using it to stabilize your hips under him.
"Shh, relax beautiful, you can do it." He cooed gently against the skin of your cheek, his bead hair rubbing against your smooth skin as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck you're so tight, so amazing. Let me fill you up, fill you up so full you'll feel it for days." He whispered against your skin, sinking deeper, slowly pressing in further as your body slowly accommodated his size. You let out a soft whimper when he finally presses his pelvis against yours. He stays still, holding onto you tightly before giving an experimental shallow thrust. You moan, the stretch and way he hits every spot inside of you all at once overwhelming and madding, and you needed more.
"Move." You direct, your voice high and breathy. He stands again, dragging your hips up to meet his, your shoulders pressed into the plush mattress from the weight of his slow agonizing thrusts.
"Don't want to hurt you." The words are ground out through his sharp teeth, it is obvious how much restraint he is using to keep his pace like this, to not just rut into you like an animal like his brain is begging him to do. You reach down, gripping his wrists as his hold on your hips tightens drawing his attention away from where it was locked as he watched himself sink into your welcoming cunt. Once his eyes meet yours he stills.
"Please. Fuck me." You say, voice steady and certain. There is a deep rumble in his chest, his fingers squeezing at the soft plush skin of your hips. He draws back slowly again and you're almost worried he won't move faster for a second before his hips snap forward with brutal force his balls slapping against your ass with a lewd sound.
"Yes ma'am." Is the only warning you get before that brutal force is met with speed. He thrusts into you his grip already leaving marks on your skin as he tightens his hold. The room is filled with the sound of skin and cut off moans as each thrust leaves you breathless and writing under him as he allows himself to let go. He ruts into you, his cock seeming to swell inside you as he gets closer, pressing against everything at once as he hits your g-spot with each drag out of your sopping cunt and your cervix with each brutal thrust in. You're close, so close that you feel yourself willing to hold on just a little longer wanting to enjoy being used by him for just a little more.
"You cum on my cock like a good girl. You cum on me while I fill you up. I'm gonna fill you up every day, every day 'till you're carrying my cubs." He growls as his dick twitches inside you. You cum around him with a silent scream, the sound unable to escape you as he thrusts into you. Your back arching as your walls milk around his cock trying to pull him even deeper.
He roars his release, his hips stuttering to a stop as his cock twitches against your cervix painting your walls with rope after rope of thick cum. It takes a long minute for the twitching to stop, even longer for his grip on your hips to soften, revealing dark pin prick marks where his claws caught your skin just right. He doesn't pull out as he lays down, pulling you on top of him, keeping you full and not giving any of his cum to escape. After a long minute of him running a soothing hand through your hair she brings his free hand up, tilting your chin so you meet his gaze. He gives you a long, languid kiss.
"Gonna be so beautiful so full of me all the time. An' don't you worry Darlin' I take good care of what's mine."
If this is what being taken care of looks like, you could get used to it.
Genuinely with how much we've memed feminine versions of masculine archetypes into existence I should be seeing so many more henchwomen at all times (that aren't goblins or some shit.) Girlbossness is not sufficient. The corporate environment does not provide adequate enrichment for evil women. She needs to kill people, directly, and look silly as hell doing it
You, almost exclusively among the many many many comments on this post suggesting examples of hypercompetent (usually hyperfeminine) girlbosses, see my vision
every time a trans girl reblogs this post with the assumption that shes The Exception an angel loses its wings. You, yes you, trans girl, trans feminine, woman, enby, or anything else, are loved and valued and important and beautiful and worthy of gentleness, kindness, softness, platonic loving touch.
And every time a tgirl has mid unenjoyable sex with someone who doesnt care what she likes and wont indulge her fantasies!!! You deserve sex with someone who wants to do things you like! Someone whos willing to try things for you, to invest in your pleasure and happiness. You deserve someone who gets off on getting you off!!!
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