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[desolate-dog]

people pleaser sub x dom who actually doesnt allow that bullshit

“oh its fine you can do whatever” x “if you dont tell me what you want im not doing anything”

scared to safeword in scenes x has safeword training sessions

dom who actually puts in the effort to train me and make me feel comfortable to stand up for myself

[preggoliciouslyround]

knotting you through labor. rocking you back and forth, fucking you gently to turn your moans of pain into pleasure. kissing and mouthing at your heavy, leaking tits. hands roaming your stomach, full of pups, writhing under my caresses. and when you get needy, fucking into you like you’re the animal you are, hard and fast, pulling back far enough with each thrust for my knot to stretch your opening more than the last time. but not hastily. your body needs to stretch adequately not to tear. so i grind against your hole and kiss you through the moments of rest between contractions. then a surge of energy starts, and your stomach convulses and tightens, moans falling out of your mouth like music. i pull back farther, my knot stretching your cunt deliciously.

“good job, love,” i whisper just above your ear. “i can feel you pushing, you’re doing so well.” i pet you and stroke along your skin as the contraction ebbs. you nod into the crook of my neck, a soft whimper bubbling up on your lips.

“so much pressure,” you whine. “fuck, sir, i can feel them moving in me.”

“good,” i say. “i can feel your body, baby. time to push again.”

a high noise crests out of you as your body begins to push involuntarily, and hard. i take it as my cue to pin you down on our bed, thrusting my fat knot in your cunt. hard breaths bounce out of you as you writhe and push against me. then there’s a large pop!, and warm amniotic fluid gushes out past my knot as you cry out, pushing with all your might. i fuck in and out of you again, more of your waters leaking out of you with the motion.

“good girl,” i breathe. “i can feel your next contraction starting, my love.” you nod shakily. i pull back from you, stretching your hole again to the point that my knot is practically crowning.

“oh, fuck, sir, please!” you moan. “fuck, it burns, the pup is coming!”

“then push,” i say, eyes locked with yours. your body obeys, convulsing the hardest it has yet.

“fuuuuuuckkaahh,,” you breathe, exhaling long and focused as you push with your body. your breaths mount and careen as finally, you push my knot past its crest and out of your cunt, the rest of my cock following.

“yes, good girl, good dog, just like that,” i say into your neck, mouthing at the soft, sensitive place just above your collarbone while i finger and twist each of your puffy, sore nipples. “breathe deep and push for me.”

you do, and the head of our first pup descends through your sore cunt quickly. you breathe again and bear down, and with a hard exhale the head pops free.

“fuck, sir, thank you,” you slur, drunk on hormones and the mix of pleasure and pain. the pup’s body squirms in your birth canal, its born head rotating, the top of its shoulders beginning to emerge as your body softly pushes, then settles to rest for a moment.

“you’re doing so well, my love. the first pup is almost here.” i run my hands over your full belly. it begins to tighten again, and you breathe in sharply, a wince spreading on your face as pain mounts again.

“i can’t do it, fuck, i can’t!” you shake your head, the reality of what’s happening suddenly crashing down on you all at once.

“you have to, baby,” i say. “i know it hurts, but you have to push.”

a cry starts low in your chest and rises, loud, as you bear down again. “hooo—aaauuuhhhh!!!!” the pup’s first arm pops out of you. its second follows shortly with another gush of liquid. you breathe in sharply, with another short moment of rest. “hello, little darling,” you whisper to our firstborn. though not yet full born, the pup’s tiny muzzle opens with its first breath, hiccuping softly then opening its mouth, nose snuffling the outside world for the first time.

“oh,” you breathe softly, arms reaching down around your gravid form to cup the pup’s upper body. “come along now.” your body pushes again softly and you birth our first pup, wailing properly now. i pick up the pup and place her on your full chest. she latches and begins feeding, suckling eagerly.

“she’s beautiful,” i whisper, in awe of what has occurred, what continues to go on as your face scrunches with a new wave of pain mounting in your taut abdomen.

“fuck, sir,” you moan. “the next one, alre—aaAUUGHH!!” your body pushes again, hard, and the next pup shoots through your cervix without pause.

"yes, puppy, push!" i urge, helping you spread your legs out and up in the air to make room. your cunt starts to bulge out once more, and i run my finger just under the edge of your hole, stretched around the second pup. you moan, your clit swollen and throbbing from the pressure against it.

"please, oh fuck," you whine, trying to push but making less progress as the contraction ends.

"please who, my love?" i say, gripping your hard clit and tugging on it with the question.

"motherfUCK, i mean, fuck, sir, pleeeease," you moan, writhing your hips around as the pup thrashes within you.

"good dog," i breathe over your nipple, licking over it after. your whole body shudders, the pup moving downward with the motion. the three last pups wait impatiently in your womb, distending your stomach with harsh kicks and tumbling around in the space newly freed up by their littermates.

"oh," i say, as your cunt starts to part into a teardrop shape around the body of our second pup. "you better get ready, my love. this one is breech."

[spankedquail]

G-Spot

There is a particular cruelty to the way Mr. Quail knows my body. A loving cruelty, but cruelty all the same.

He knows exactly where that deeper place is. Not in theory. Not vaguely. He knows it in the practical, husbandly way of a man who has had me under him often enough to understand what every little change in me means. He knows the angle. He knows the pressure. He knows what happens to my breathing when he finds it.

And he can find it so easily.

With his fingers, he can make me feel it almost immediately. That soft, ridged place inside me that I am not allowed to touch for myself. He will slide his hand between my legs with this calm certainty, like he already knows how wet I am, and then he will put his fingers inside me and curl them just right.

And then my body gives me away. It always does.

There is no dignified way to have that part of me touched. I can be trying so hard to stay composed, trying to be good, trying to remember my place, and then he rubs those little ridges and suddenly I am breathless. My hips want to move. My thighs tense. My hands grip the sheets. The pleasure is not sharp and bright like clitoral pleasure. It is lower, deeper, more helpless. It feels like something being woken up inside me.

But waking it is not the same thing as giving it permission.

Sometimes Mr. Quail will touch me there very deliberately. He will rub my g-spot with his fingers until I am wet and shaking and embarrassed by how badly my body wants to curl around it in a shattering orgasm. Sometimes he will fuck me in exactly the angle that presses his cock against it again and again, and I know he is doing it on purpose. I can feel the intention in it. He is not accidentally giving me too much pleasure. He is making a point of it.

He will find that place with his cock and stay there.

Slowly, sometimes. Almost lazily. Just enough pressure to make me soften around him, to make my breath catch, to make me start to get that helpless, climbing feeling I cannot fully control. Other times he is more direct, more forceful, hitting that deep place until I am clenching around him and trying not to lose myself completely.

And still, I am not allowed to come unless he says so. That is the part that makes it almost unbearable, because my body does not understand the rule in the same clean way my mind does. My body thinks if he is rubbing that spot, if his cock is pressing there, if I am this wet and this open and this close, then surely I am meant to follow it. Surely I am meant to let go. Surely the permission is implied by the pleasure itself.

But it is not. Pleasure is not permission. That is one of the hardest lessons to grapple with in our marriage, and one of the most intimate.

He can give me pleasure I am not allowed to finish. He can make me ache on purpose. He can bring me right to the edge with his fingers inside me, rubbing that deep ridged place until my whole body is trembling, and then tell me no. He can fuck me in the exact way that makes me start to unravel and still expect me to hold it back. He can make me feel almost unbearably close and then require me to stay obedient inside the feeling.

That takes a different kind of submission than simply being denied. Simple denial is hard, of course. Keeping my hands away is hard. Wanting and not touching is hard. But being touched and not taking is harder.

Being given his fingers and not making them mine. Being given his cock and not using him to chase my own relief. Being opened by him, pleasured by him, made needy by him, and still remembering that my orgasm belongs to his decision, not to my body’s impatience.

That is where I feel his authority most clearly: when he gives me almost everything. When he lets me feel how close relief is. When he lets my body climb and climb and then holds the gate closed with one word. No. Wait. Not yet. Be good.

And I have to be good while every part of me is begging not to be.

There are times when his fingers are rubbing my g-spot and I can feel the orgasm gathering low in my body, not like a sudden spark but like pressure, like a wave building somewhere deep and private. I can feel myself getting slippery around his hand. I can feel my hips wanting to lift into him. I can feel that desperate little instinct to help, to chase, to make it happen.

But I am not allowed to help. That is not my role. My role is to take what he gives me and not steal the rest. To let him handle me without turning his touch into something I have seized. To be honest in my pleasure but obedient in my restraint. To let him feel exactly how close I am and still wait for him to decide whether I may cross that line.

And sometimes he lets me stay there for a long time, helpless. Not untouched. Not ignored. Not denied in the clean, distant way. But held in pleasure. Kept inside it. Made to feel everything and still not allowed to finish. His cock inside me, pressing into that place whenever he chooses. His fingers rubbing me there until I can hardly think. His voice steady above me, reminding me that being close does not mean being allowed.

It makes me feel so completely handled. Known. Managed. Kept.

He knows when I am close. He knows before I say anything. He can feel it in the way I tighten around him, the way my breathing breaks, the way my body starts to get pleading and verge on disobedience even when I am trying very hard to be good. And he can decide, right then, whether to be generous or not.

Sometimes he is. Sometimes he will keep the angle, keep the pressure, keep his hand or his cock exactly where I need it, and then he will give me permission. Just a few words. Something simple that opens the door.

And then the orgasm feels completely different.

It does not feel like something I made happen. It feels like something he released in me. Something he had been holding back with his authority and finally chose to let through. When I come that way, after being held so close and made to wait, it feels almost too deep. My whole body seems to answer him. Not just the clench and rush of it, but the gratitude. The relief. The terrible sweetness of knowing I was allowed.

Other times, he does not let me. He will stop rubbing. Or change the angle. Or finish using me for himself while that deep, aching place inside me is still awake and unanswered. And I have to accept that too. I have to lie there full of want, still wet, still pulsing around the emptiness of what almost happened, and remember that he did not fail to notice. He knew exactly what he was doing. He chose to leave me that way.

That can feel maddening. It can make me needy and tender and a little pathetic afterward. But it also does something to me that I need. It reminds me that my pleasure is not just a reflex to be completed. It is something under his care. Something he can grant, delay, interrupt, intensify, or deny.

Even when he is the one who started it. Especially then. That is the true test of obedience for me. Not whether I can resist touching myself when I am alone, though that is important too. But whether I can stay his when he is actively making me want more. Whether I can feel his cock pressing into the exact place that could undo me and still not take the orgasm unless he gives it. Whether I can have his fingers inside me, rubbing that ridged little place until I am shaking, and still understand that my body’s urgency does not outrank his word.

That is what makes it so powerful. He can make me feel desperate and safe at the same time. Desperate because he knows exactly how to make me want. Safe because he is the one deciding what happens to that want. I do not have to manage it alone. I do not have to be sensible or composed or in charge of myself in the ordinary way. I only have to obey.

I am allowed to feel.

I am allowed to ache.

I am allowed to be overwhelmed.

I am allowed to want the orgasm so badly I can barely breathe.

But I am not allowed to take it.

Not until he says.

And somehow, that makes every part of it hotter. The pleasure, the restraint, the frustration, the waiting, the eventual permission if he grants it. All of it becomes tangled together until I cannot separate being aroused from being obedient.

[princetemperance]

My king got us a huge dildo for yule, its so big i cant even use it without help 😳 sir has to stretch me out and fist me to get it in

Im thinkin bout my king stuffing it into me and then laying back and letting me just try my best to ride his huge cock. Teasing me for being such a desperate kitty, Laughing as i whine because my poor kitty cunt isnt big enough and i just cant stop bouncing 😵‍💫😵‍💫😳

Telling bout how im such a dumb cat that cant even ride a cock right and showing me how to do it right. Praising me for being a drooly purring mess and being so eager to please my king 😵‍💫😻

[roseusboy]

Frankly it’s a little bit of a shame that I don’t have a sub who’s willing to let me train them to take bigger and bigger toys inside them, willing to let me teach them how to be the size queen they yearn for.

Willing to be patient under my touch as I tease them open and lube them up and coo at them and tell them they’re doing such a good job, and that it will fit, they just have to be patient and let me work my magic. That stretching sensation is good, just let it rest inside you. If it hurts, we can try again later. But you will be able to take this when I’m done with you.

[johannestevans]

Erotic short. A PhD student fucks a favourite librarian.

Rated E, 2.6k, a bit of praise, body worship, humour, banter, kissing, intimacy, big fat sexy trans man riding a shorter cis guy with a big cock.

Big Bastards

Erotic short. A PhD student fucks a favourite librarian. Rated E, 2.6k, a bit of praise, body worship, humour, banter, kissing, intimacy, bi

“Come here,” Monday said for a second time, patting his knees, “and sit in my lap.”

“I can hardly sit in your lap, Monday,” Draco said, running a hand through his hair. It was a lovely colour, so black it seemed blue, and glossy, falling about his ears in handsome waves. He kept complaining that he needed a haircut as the waves turned to curls, but Monday rather liked it like this. “Would you have me crush you flat?”

“You’re not going to crush me flat,” replied Monday patiently, smiling faintly as he watched Draco’s feet shuffle on the ground in his sensible black leather loafers with the purple silk lining, his toes touching together, his fingers twitching at his sides. Sitting back on the bed, leaning into the pillows, he patted his knees again. “This is a big bed, Draco, it gets a good bit of exercise. It can take your weight and mine.”

“And you can take your weight and mine, can you?”

“I’d like very much to, yes.”

Draco didn’t scoff, exactly, too well-bred for that – he exhaled through his nose and made a very quiet little “hmph” sound – but he was toeing off his shoes and pushing them to settle beside one another against the wall, and he finished unbuttoning his shirt, laying it over the back of Monday’s desk chair before unbuckling his belt.

[stxp1d-mxtt]

I need to fuck some dumb boy with a dildo that’s obviously way to big for him.

As I push it in deeper and deeper he starts to cry, “Aww is my dick to big for you? Does it hurt?” I wipe away his tears gently to make him think I’m going to stop, only to slam the rest of the dildo into him without warning “good <33” then I’ll fuck him till he sees stars. All I’ll be able to hear will be the slap of my thighs against his ass and the pitiful way he cries.

[merrilyvoidtrace]

fuck I want to be fucked like this

[hysteric-boy]

Am I mean if I say owner stepping on his puppy’s leash so puppy can’t reach owners cunt with his tongue? Bc I’m saying it.

Poor thing basically trapped down at his feet, whimpering and whining while his owner jerks off right above him. So close. But not close enough. He just wants to bury his face between owners legs but he’s being denied, stopped short by his leash.

“Cmon puppy, don’t you want a taste? Where’s my good boy? Need my good boys tongue so bad.” Knowing they’re the one keeping him from getting at it.

[stxp1d-mxtt]

Any pups volunteer?

[blanchebees]

The shewolf continues to torment the poor knight...

Knight x Shewolf | Blanche

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[t1nse1c1tywasteland]

Because the last video wouldn't post I had to split it in 2, so here's the rest 💖

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

you should all enjoy me talking about being submissive on here cuz it doesn't happen much in real life, I have a natural kind of confidence that brings the submissive out in people and when that happens its like blood in the water and im not going to be able to think clearly until youre whimpering

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

same way people kinda expect me to be a bottom cuz ive got a kinda fem thing going on (my entire bedroom is painted pink and I have pink bedsheets and the furniture is white and its really cutes) but then im knuckle deep with a hand around their throat and saying how much I love them and how theyre doing such a good job and biting them and biting them and biting them and biting them and biting them

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

kind of funny how stereotypes oftentimes just flip rather than go away cuz ive had a lot of people assume im submissive or a bottom specifically because im tall

like babygirl its not comptop, I dont like to bottom, and its not compdom, im a sadist and your voice sounds like honey when youre in pain

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

oh but the dom doesnt happen if im high though cuz if im high im a pwincess and so so sleepy and so so comfy on my back and it would be a crime to ask me to move

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

no really trust me you should get me really really high i will certainly be extremely pliable and sleepy and soft and there is no chance whatsoever i start tearing clothes off and scratching and growling and holding you down and giving you head until youre crying and

[rockergiirl]

damn your pussy fat and long and hard and outside

[jester-operation]

I habe some bad news

[rockergiirl]

BOTH TOWERS?

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

Visit Original Link

part 2, how it sounds when im trying and its hard but its not moving along, this is why ive been like this all night

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

you ever. get so mad at your own dick you start growling

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

I will growl like that when you have sex with me but youve gotta get me really wound up. luckily for you im the most easily baited woman in the fucking world

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Go all night

The third of six 666-word ficlet requests for my 666 AO3 subscriptions celebration. @eternal-sunflowers asked for sub!Eddie and some overstim, hrrrrrr...

Rated: E

Tags: Sub!Eddie; Dom!Steve; Light Bondage; Overstimulation; Multiple orgasms

“You were pretty tonight,” Steve murmurs. “You know that, right?”

Eddie opens his mouth, but all that spills out is a shaky moan. His body is buzzing with electricity. His fingers. His toes. His spent, overly sensitive cock.

Steve laughs, the sound rumbling right down to that molten pool of pleasure at the base of Eddie's spine, and curls his fingers.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“Pretty,” Eddie gasps. His bound hands twitch. His feet grapple for purchase on the mattress, trying to wiggle away from the pleasure that's trying to pull him under. Steve puts one hand on his hip and pushes him back into the sheets. “‘m pretty.”

“Like you were born for the stage," Steve coos, and adds a third finger. Eddie is still wide open from his cock and the dildo, and sloppy with both lube and cum, so it slides in easily. “You know when you're even prettier?”

“Stevie, please-”

Steve scissors his fingers, and the words turn into a desperate keen.

“I asked you a question, honey.” Steve kisses the tears off his face. “And I'm sure you know the answer, so …”

“When I cum for you,” Eddie sobs. His spine tries to arch off the mattress, but Steve gently holds him in place. “Please, Steve, I can't. It's too much, I can't do another.”

“Hm, that's weird.” Steve pauses, watching him gasp for breath. “I thought you could go all night?”

Eddie groans. Fuck, he did say that. Or yelled it, more like. For the entire venue to hear, while the crowd was screaming for another encore.

He should've known what he had gotten himself into the moment he looked down at the first row and saw Steve's smile.

“Now,” Steve says, making a show of checking the clock. The night is still young, wouldn't you say?”

Eddie laughs. He brought this onto himself, didn't he?

“Yeah. You're right.”

“Always am, baby,” Steve singsongs, kissing down his neck and chest and stomach while he continues to fuck him with his fingers. “Now stop fighting it. Just relax. There you go. Feels good, right?”

It does. It always does.

Maybe he shouldn't be this obvious about it, Eddie thinks, while Steve slowly guides him towards the edge of his pleasure once again. Maybe he should make him work a little harder for it - he’s getting way too smug about it all. The way he can play Eddie just as Eddie plays his guitar. Knows all the right spots to hit, at all the right times, to draw all the right sounds from him. Knows just what to do and just what to say to turn Eddie into a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging to cum for a third time.

And then Steve sucks his cock into his mouth and curls his fingers just so, and Eddie shatters into a million tiny pieces.

There shouldn’t be much left - not after the first two times - but it still hits him with an intensity that turns his entire body into a live wire, filling his vision with starbursts. Steve drinks down the few watery drops that spill out, pressing his tongue into the slit to get every last bit. The sensation alone almost jolts Eddie off the mattress - thankfully his hands are still tied to the headboard - and he laughs and sobs at the same time. Steve purrs, propping himself up on one elbow to watch him.

“There’s my pretty baby. Feel good?”

Eddie squirms. Steve has this way of looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world, and it leaves him weirdly self-conscious, especially now, on the come-down.

“So good,” he slurs, and Steve’s face breaks into a delighted smile.

“I’m glad, honey,” he mutters, sweeping Eddie’s sweaty curls from his forehead to kiss the bridge of his nose. Eddie melts into the touch, every limb boneless and heavy. “Now rest. Catch your breath. I still want to make you cum with my tongue.”

[wraithillustrates]

I like to imagine Simon’s favorite hobby is asking Grace whatever random question pops into his head whenever Grace is at his most vulnerable, solely for the amusement of watching him get increasingly flustered until he can’t get another word out.

[xx-nervous-service-pup-xx]

Two tgirls frotting in their friends pussy

[fishboykissesboys]

complimenting me while he's railing me and he asks me to repeat it back to him >>>

"You're such a good boy. say it back."

oh my goddddd mmmmphhhh

[slugpawz]

“Youre such a good boy arent you? Arent you? Awww tell me that youre a good boy” while they tighten their grip on your neck uhghghhhhhh