#sub!van

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I think that van likes to wear a collar and be called a good boy (with Taissa of course) 🤪

If you had told Van Palmer two years ago that they would be kneeling on the ground with their hands obediently at their sides while a woman plays with herself in front of them, they’d see it as a punishment.

A fun punishment, but one all the same.

If you had told Van Palmer two years ago that the fingers so indulgently swirling on the cunt Van was laser focused on belonged to none other than Taissa Turner, Van would have laughed you out of the room.

But here Van was. Kneeling silently. With only the sounds of Taissa’s sticky want and occasional whimpers filling the room.

Taissa let her free hand trace along her body, along her thigh, up her waist, to her chest. Van’s mouth falling slightly open at the pang of need. That should be my mouth.

Taissa’s eyes flash with triumph at the subtle change in Van’s features. “Ah-ah,” She croons. “Stay.”

If you had told Van Palmer two years ago that being given an order like a dog would be met with no resistance, they’d wouldn’t believe you. And most of the time, that would be a fair assumption.

But the collar is on.

And when the collar is on, Van does exactly what is asked.

Their eyes go straight to Taissa’s and they take a steady breath. A daring curl of Taissa’s open panting mouth before a gasp escapes. Van could tell she was increasing the rhythm on her clit and pinching at her nipple.

Van knows it is integral to stay focused. Taissa is crafty, and she often gives instructions that take a lot of discipline to obey, but Van is determined.

This is all a lead-up to something really incredible. Van doesn’t know what Taissa has in store, but they know that Taissa gives the best rewards.

But she only gives the best rewards to a

“Good boyyy…” Taissa groans as her fingers work her over the edge of what will not be the only orgasm of the day.

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sat for some sub!van hcs 😊

SUB!VAN

(transmasc he/him van btw)

i don’t think there’s ANY adult van smut on here so this is kinda #crazy omg

- sub!van is such a concept omfg

- i feel like he’s a behind closed doors person. like out in public like out in public, he’s soooo protective and scary, but with you and only you, he’s so clingy and subby

- BOOBS GUY.

- likes the “good boy” thing yes i Said it

- you make him repeat back praises and words of affirmation back to you and watch his face turn pink

- he never really has strung out moans, just whimpers groans and heavy breathing

- van get so embarrassed sometimes, just wanting to hide in your neck as your hand slips down his shorts making him shudder out an orgasm

- loves being tied up/cuffed and you like watching him writhe in the restraints

- just soooo touch starved and needy all the time Ughhzz

- always tries to crack a joke during sex but ends up getting cut off by you pushing another finger inside him.

“good boy.” you cooed, taking away the vibrator from his pulsing clit. “f-fuck,” van slurred, his chest heaving and sweaty. “you’re all mine, aren’t you?” “all y-yours.” you smile, putting the wand back on his puffy clit, hearing those little breathy moans get louder and needier.

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Aftercare, Taivan style.

Taissa unclasped Van’s ankles from their cuffs, and Van nearly collapsed. “I’ve got you, handsome.” Tai grabbed Van’s thighs, being careful to not move too quickly. She scooted Van further up the bed until they were fully prone on the mattress. She untied her scarf from Van’s wrists and kissed each of Van’s hands before guiding them to lay at their sides.

Taissa took a step back to take in the sight before her. Van was breathing heavily, though less rapidly. The belt marks on their ass were taking on the hue of their burn scars. The blush that was spread on their body when they came was fading, revealing more and more freckles in their wake. Taissa could hardly bear to turn away. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Please don’t move a muscle. I will be right back, gorgeous.”

Taissa walked to the kitchen where she took a long drink of water. She refilled her glass and rinsed out her mouth. She wetted a towel she fished out of a drawer, and went to the pantry. After grabbing a couple of snacks, she came back into the bedroom.

“You asleep? I come bearing gifts.” Tai wiggled a bottle of Gatorade and a bag of Gushers as she walked to the bedside.

Van tried to reach for the bottle of Gatorade, but their hand was still quivering. “Let me, love.” Taissa said.

She held the bottle to Van’s lips, where they took some deep pulls. Tai set the bottle on the nightstand and wiggled the fruit snacks.

“You never let me eat snacks in bed.” Van smiled and obediently opened their mouth. Tai placed a couple of snacks between their smiling lips.

Tai shrugged. “Gushers for my gusher, I guess.”

Van burst out in laughter before wincing. Tai dabbed their tender skin with the towel. “You really were incredible, Van.” She hummed.

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Kinktober Poll! Sub!Van needs their feet contained, how we doing it?

Spreader bar

Rope at bed frame

Secret third thing I am sending as an ask.

Voting ended onOct 8, 2025