meat

24M | dead dove | MDNI

[youareonlymeat]

Hello, disgusting people. I finally have a place to post my longer concepts.

Hard kinks, no trigger warning.

Do not interact if you're a minor or if your age isn't obviously visible. The block button is my best friend.

If you're sending an anonymous ask, include your age.

I will post fucked up ideas here. It's all fiction, and it's all between consenting adults.

If you like my stuff, you can pay me to write something for you. Fifteen bucks per 1,000 words. DM me for payment info.

[youareonlymeat]

Don't forget your manners, kiddo. "Please" goes a real long way with me. Hell, you don't even have to be asking for anything specific. You could be so desperate or so fucked out that "please" is the only word your little head can even form, and I'll give you what you need without a second thought.

Maybe it isn't what you want, but that's what I'm here for; silly kids like you don't really know what they need.

Don't forget your "thank you"s either, lovebug.

[ajewishclowninleather-deactivat]

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.

[incarceratedperv]

it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you’re so cute. keep going, i’m close. i know it’s too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you’re pretty when you’re scared. oh, are you crying? you’re so good to me.

[please-let-me-be-horny-for-real]

Conditioning is such an intense and intimate kink for me, like breaking someone down, pulling away at their mind further and further, until they're a nice blank slate...

Then the slow, gradual rebuilding of their new mind...coding and programming then to suit your preferences...

People use the term "brain washing" like it's a bad thing, but how can it be when I'm meticulously scrubbing all those dirty thoughts away? When I'm replacing your identity with that of an new and improved version of you?

How can it be bad to evolve into something better?

[youareonlymeat]

They do this a lot.

You're used to it by now. You wonder if the arguments downstairs are nicer at the start. You hope they aren't; somehow, it's sadder to think Mom and Dad are trying to be nice to each other and failing, and you prefer to imagine that they just start yelling at each other with no buildup.

Pillow over your ears. The sound still carries, through the walls and through the cotton, but you can't piece together any words.

And your hand drifts between your legs. You start massaging your little button. Four fingers, slow circles, hips grinding down in tandem with your hand's motions. It's a little trick you discovered on your own. If you rub long enough, your cunny starts dripping. When you get it wet like that, Dad forcing his grown-up parts into you hurts less. And you know Dad is going to need you soon. He always needs you after him and Mom get into a fight.

So you keep rubbing. Pillow over your ears, underwear around your ankle. Warm and wet and ready like a good kid ought to be.

[soft-mommynb]

Making out? I think you mean "adult kisses" or "playing grownups". Where did a little baby like you learn words like that?

[youareonlymeat]

Craving a pretty little thing sat in my lap, high as a kite. Trying their best (and, of course, failing) to conceal their growing need. Taunting them, letting them know how obvious they are, how the grinding isn't at all subtle. Not planning on stopping them, but not particularly inclined to help them out, either. The desperation only gets more endearing the longer I let them go at it.

[youareonlymeat]

You know I hate it when you look at me like that, kid. Yes, here. Yes, now. Really, I should beat your ass for making me have to repeat myself. Just put your head to the ground and count the gravel in the street while I use you.

[youareonlymeat]

No, love, I'm not upset. If I was upset, I'd just be neglecting you entirely. Deprive you of the attention you're desperate for.

When I bruise up that pretty stomach, it's a reward. "Stop" is a silly request when I can see how your thighs are squeezing together. "Thank you" would be more apt.

That's better. Make a mess if you need to, pretty. You won't be inconveniencing me; I'm not the one who's going to have to clean it up, after all.

[youareonlymeat]

Who knew seven little words was all it would take?

You'd always suspected the feeling was mutual. The way he'd always call on you to answer when your hand shot up, the little smile he'd send your direction when you came into the classroom. How often he'd offered to stay after class, tutor you on the formulas and techniques you didn't quite understand. He'd never crossed the line, but you'd daydreamed about what he'd do if he did.

With how much he'd consumed your mind the past few months, you thought it only fair to profess your feelings once the term ended. Once his final class all but cleared out, and the other students had gone on to properly enjoy their break, leaving only you and him behind.

"I think I'm in love with you." "...Follow me."

Your heart sank, but you listened. You always did your utmost to listen to him. You imagined the dressing down you'd be getting as he led you into the empty hallway.

Then, faster than your brain could catch up, his hand came around your wrist. Faster than you could hope to understand what was happening, he dragged you into the men's room. Then into a cramped stall. Really, you only put your head back on when he chose to speak again.

"Say it again," he growled. "...Say wh-" "That you love me."

The next moments were deeply unfair to your poor little head. Those big, calloused hands you'd admired from afar came to your body. One against your cheek and one around your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. Your heart pounded, quick and deep. His fingers traced down to your neck. From the way his lip curled at the corner, you could only assume he felt it, could only assume he knew precisely what he was doing, could only hope he was reveling in it as much as you were.

Fuck. He'd told you to do something, didn't he? The haze overtaking your mind almost made you forget. But you're better than that.

"I... I love you, Mr. H-"

His fingers tightened around your neck. Perfect pressure against your blood vessels. You could certainly still speak, if you wanted, but... fuck. With the way his breath labored after cutting you off, you could only imagine that stealing his own name from your mouth was exactly what he'd wanted to do.

"God," he breathed. His lips curled further into a wry smile. Teeth bared. Danger. "You're my favorite, kiddo. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that."

His other hand wandered as well. Such a small distance from your thigh to your crotch, but those few inches were traveled slowly enough to torture. And of course that hand didn't need even an ounce of effort to force your panties aside, to force its fingers deep into your already-dripping cunt. Deeper, fuller than you could ever have gotten on your own. You mewled. He laughed.

"I've been dreaming of this," he rasped into your ear. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been? Holding myself back just because you were my student. But we don't have to worry about that anymore, do we, pet?"

And while you still had a mind to think, you wondered where all his gentleness had vanished to. Maybe it'd come back once he was finished, but you prayed he wouldn't be finished any time soon. The roughness was intoxicating.

You couldn't have been happier.

[youareonlymeat]

Yes, I'm going to be lazy and port over my long concepts from Twitter to kick things off. Fuck it.