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not-poignant · 7 months

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Hi, I found you through Eversion and I'm now loving UTB, and I read TWW in between updates and it was great too! (Was weird reading UTB and TWW simultaneously considering the opposite Ef&Gwyn dynamics but I did that to myself lol.) I have 2 random UTB questions!

1. I was surprised Polly didn't react to Gary's Big Stinky!! Can dogs not smell human pheromones at all (and e.g. learn to associate certain smells w certain states/behaviors in their owners), or is Polly just... Polly? This got me wondering about unique service dog applications in UTB-verse, like alerting to oncoming corrupted heats or rages or PACS flare-ups, or the smell of fear as a cue to do a task. (Real dogs can detect stuff like high/low blood sugar or oncoming seizures, dogs are so cool.)

2. I know you may just not know yet, but do you think Ef will ever use his safeword? I'm a huge sucker for the moment when a character safewords and their partner respects it and you feel that trust. Loved it in Eversion and TWW!

Hi hi anon!

Polly is Polly. Of the 700 million to 1 billion dogs in the world, there's only a very tiny percentage that can sniff out cancer! (Or detect seizures etc.) (Also of the research done so far, trained sniffer dogs re: cancer are still giving a false positive around 10-30 percent of the time, which isn't great for drug busts, but is even worse if you're one of the 30%~ of patients given a false positive diagnosis for cancer and then have to wait to find out if it's wrong or not - we have a ways to go! Like, there are unusually adept cancer sniffer dogs, and then there's ones that'll just false positive on you a LOT which combined with the false negative rates is like... they're still working on it.

Lots of potential, but they're not rolling it out everywhere just yet so that people don't get PTSD from false positive cancer results (it happens) and then need an entirely different kind of service dog dslfkjasd) - I believe what the research has pivoted towards is trying to isolate what the dogs are smelling, so that we can omit dogs entirely and use breath test strips that won't have a 10-30% false positive rate (or a high false negative rate) - afaik for at least some kinds of cancer, that research is super promising in cancer detection science (this subject is of broad interest to me, as I have a genetic cancer sdlkajfs).

But also, Polly's been with Gary all her life, she's used to his pheromones, his strong emotions, and his issues. She literally lives on a property with three peak alphas, a near-constant influx of severely distressed omegas, and also severely distressed alphas tbh, she's extremely used to it, and it's also all she's ever known.

The world according to Polly is a world where high levels of distressing pheromones happen, and it doesn't stop how much love she gets or how much she's adored. She has no reason to react like it's unusual, no one's ever directing that anger at her. And also, she's elderly, and her senses aren't what they used to be anyway. But if this had happened when she was younger, I think she mostly would've been like 'I'll go stand near the upset person and see if I can get some pets.'

I'm sure there are awesome applications for service dogs in the UtR world, but tbh, this is a world that thinks of using directives first to fix mental illness issues, than like...service dogs, so the dystopian universe bears out a little more on that front!

But I also just frankly don't think that canines are that clued into human pheromones overall in this universe, or at least, not in a way where they often super care about them? Like, I'm sure more high strung, neurotic dogs would get stressed, but I think it would be the same amount of stress they'd show if someone was emotional or distraught or stressed in general, not necessarily something that blows up purely in response to pheromone production.

You may not have read it (and there's no obligation to!), but Efnisien uses his safeword/s a ton in Falling Falling Stars, to the point where desensitising him to safewords is part of his character arc, so I'm on the fence about if/when he'll use it in this story.

I kind of like the whole spectrum of safeword usage, from 'not at all' to 'all the time.' I've just come from a fic where Efnisien was using it all the time (Falling Falling Stars) so I'm not likely to have anything like that in the fic that follows. Efnisien's personality here is along a poor communication spectrum with a preference for letting someone take control in the bedroom, and the safeword is there mostly for reader comfort, because I don't think Efnisien wants one at all. Which isn't to say he'll never use it - because I have no plan for this story dslkajfsd - but in all the future scenes I've imagined between them, there's none where the safeword is being used, and that's not always because Efnisien is 100% on board with what's happening.

(Discussion of Gary's attitude towards safeword under the Read More, which some folks may find unpleasant).

It's funny in a way, in all of canon Fae Tales, Augus never allows Gwyn a safeword once, doesn't even suggest it, and most of their early scenes are back and forth rape, basically, and then it shifts to dubcon and 'pretty much never negotiated CNC - the consent is that neither of them leave and they're in love' lol. The Wildness Within was the first ever fic where he introduced a safeword system, and I remember thinking 'canon Augus could never' lmao.

Gary really only has a safeword system so he doesn't get taken to court, because every single time he's had sex with alphas (including James a lot of the time), it was always dubious consent, and never 100% enthusiastic consent anyway. He would definitely honour a safeword, but like, if an alpha he picked up for the weekend used that safeword, he'd also feel low key pretty dismissive of them for it, like 'you wanted to sleep with a peak alpha, what the hell did you expect.' I doubt he'd say that, but he certainly wouldn't be sticking around to offer aftercare, so much as 'oh good, I'll leave then, call a friend or something. I'm going back to the club / pub to pick someone up who won't bail halfway through.'

I think he'd be much more likely to be compassionate/caring with a partner like James or Efnisien, but at the same time, I think he doesn't want a partner who's going to safeword a lot and he'd probably be not very attracted to them if they did x.x As Gary says to Efnisien in a later chapter:

‘I’ve been told it doesn’t feel very nice,’ Gary added. Then: ‘Sleeping with a peak alpha isn’t the same as sleeping with alphas or omegas or betas. We’re not…the same. It’s not just about having a knot, it’s not just about having a large cock, we need to be a controlling partner in a way that seeks to overwhelm. The only reason we can trust Augus with omegas is that he channels all his peak alpha urges into very experienced BDSM. He’ll use ropes and restraints where most of us will just fuck someone unconscious. So Augus can be around omegas, because he knows how to take their control without harming them. Most peak alphas are dangerous to be around anyone carnally. We are predisposed to ripping people’s consent away. The urge to rape and debase is built in.’

This is a dystopian universe with a rape/noncon warning, and the rape/noncon warning applies to Gary and Efnisien, because the dubious consent at times is extremely dubious.

It probably seems extreme, but I think the flip is so strong because Falling Falling Stars was trauma informed, consent focused, safeword celebratory, and probably the most consensual thing I've ever written in my life.

And it's not the only kind of story I enjoy writing. I started out writing serials that had no safewords at all, and it's often my preference, so... well now we have a kind of broad mix! :D

#asks and answers #gosh this got long #underline the black #efnisien ap wledig #dr gary konowalous #underline the rainbow #fae tales verse #augus each uisge #the one thing i don't like to write is an ignored safeword #unless i'm specifically trying to traumatise a character #but yeah like otherwise #i just enjoy all the options #and since i spent 2 years writing the first i'm now spending a couple of years writing the second lol dslkfjdsa #gary was never going to give him a safeword at all #and then i kind of caved and thought #'gary might give a safeword and barely explain what it does'#'so he does end up in literal jail'#which is more for self-protection than partner-protection

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fuck-you-im-the-president · 4 days

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would you listen to it..?

-✘

i mean. if there was a decent reason than maybe :/

#dsmp jschlatt #dsmp schlatt #rp blog #roleplay #manburg #dsmp quackity #pumpkin duo #y'all don't ignore safewords. like ever <3 #tw: suggestive

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lendmyboyfriendahand · 2 years

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Next bit in Unified Kano theory, follows immediately on the previous snippet where Maedhros agrees to show Maglor what Angband was like.

Rated Explicit. Warnings for rape roleplay and very undernegotiated kink. 2.4 k

That next afternoon, Maglor was naked in his brother's bed. Maedhros directed him to grasp the headboard behind him and tied Kano’s hands in place, having Kano hold the end of the rope whenever Maedhros needed to step around him. “After all, it’s your fault I can’t hold both ends myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you will be when I’m done. Check the tightness, I want you to still be able to play your harp when we’re done.”

Maglor obediently flexed his fingers. “It seems good, but I’ll tell you later if it starts to fell odd.”

“If you do, you might not like the results. You want to experience Angband tonight, and there’s no pity there.”

“But there is respect for usefulness.”

“Sometimes, though your useful function is rarely what you wish it to be. You don’t need hands to scream in that pretty voice, after all.”

Maglor gulped, and nodded. “I understand. My hands feel fine.”

“Perhaps you are starting to, though you’ll be able to go back safely to our brothers in the morning no matter what I do tonight.” Maedhros tied one of Maglor’s ankles to the bedpost, then crouched to look Maglor in the eye. “This is your last chance to back out. After all, none in Angband cared if I screamed, or begged them to let me go, or truly thought myself on the brink of death if they gave me but one more wound.”

“I won’t go back on what I said. I want to understand you, whatever it takes.”

Maedhros nodded, and reached into the bedside table. He pulled out a scrap of fabric, and unceremoniously gagged Maglor.

“Your voice is pretty, but I’d rather you not sing the place down.” Maedhros circled the bed as he talked, voice smoother than normal, the vowels stretched long. “I’d survive of course, but my master would be so upset to lose you. With Feanor dead and his eldest stolen from me, you’re sadly the best I’m going to get.”

Maedhros ran his hands over Maglor’ body, checking his muscles like a newly acquired horse. The touch was clinical rather than passionate, arousing neither of them.

“I suppose it’s not too poor a prize. After all, the other two had such indomitable wills. But a sweet little songbird like you, I bet you change your tune quite easily. What do you think, will you sing prettily for me?”

Maglor shook his head to protest, but let out a surprised yelp when Maedhros’s hand abruptly found his ass.

“Oh, does the little prince have objections? Does he think himself too great to yield for a Maia? We can fix that, if you like.”

Maedhros said the next words in Maglor’s ear, his voice once more his own with no pretense. “There is one you’ve always let use you.”

“Your brother was so strong, so smart, so handsome. Everyone admired him; of course that included you And when he asked to touch you, how could you deny him? He was finally treating you as a peer, not just a child tagging along behind him and his friends.”

“Not that he ever really saw you as an equal. You were just a warm body to him; he fucked you so often only due to convenience. I suppose your form is more pleasant than many, and your lips practiced from the flute. A fuck toy that can hold its breath for minutes is more fun as well. But that’s all you were to him, a pretty toy. If you had asked him to marry you, he would have laughed, and left you by the wayside. By the next day he’d have someone just as pretty in his bed, and never wonder about you again.”

Maglor protested.

“What, do you think my assessment of him unfair? That I can’t possibly know? He was in my power for years. I learned everyone of his deepest desires – and he never mentioned you as anything but a desperate little slut.”

“Or perhaps you’re saying you would complain if he cast you aside. You would shout in the streets, that Maedhros was unfaithful to his brother-lover. Write a song to get every ear on Tirion on your side- or at least against him.”

Maedhros had opened up Maglor’s ass while he spoke. His caresses were mocking though, giving the sort of deep sensual touch that Maedhros usually lavished on Maglor’s cock to his wrist instead, treating his brother’s hole with all the intimacy of plopping a hat on his head.

Maedhros fucked Maglor then, not hard and fast, but reveling in his own pleasure. He didn’t avoid Maglor prostate but neither did he seek it, rutting after his own high as if the body beneath him was nothing but so much meat.

Maedhros came, and wiped his cock off on Maglor’s thighs to clean it.

Maedhros began speaking in that smooth silky voice again, as ‘Sauron’ dropped the act. “You do look pretty, with my seed in you and your cock hard as you wish for release. But not particularly unique. I think you ought to have some way to mark as you different than the other slaves, don’t you? After all, a Prince of the Noldor shouldn’t be mistaken for common rabble.” Maedhros adjusted Maglor’s appearance as he spoke, tucking a bit of hair back behind one ear, moving his arms to a more pleasing angle.

Maedhros reached the foot of the bed again, and massaged Maglor foot. He moved his hand up, caressing Maglor’s calf and groping his thigh. Then he said, “yes, here will do nicely.”

Maedhros took out another length of rope and put it around Maglor’s left arm, right against the shoulder and armpit. Then he grabbed Maglor’s knee, and raised it towards his chest. With a few deft motions, Maglor’s left leg was tied up out of the way, exposing one ass-cheek to his tormentor.

“There. Everyone’s going to be seeing you from this angle, so it’s really the best spot for a mark of authenticity.”

Maedhros turned to the table, and to Maglor’s surprises did not turn around with a pen to write insults on his bare skin. Instead, Maedhros was holding a needle.

Maedhros jabbed the needle into Maglor’s ass, making him yelp from behind the gap. Then Maedhros withdrew the needle, and jabbed it again scarcely a hairs-breadth away.

Maglor flinched and whimpered at the first line. When Maedhros started the second, Maglor squirmed in the ropes. He had not expected the pain to be tedious, but it really was.

Maedhros said, “hold still,” and poked the needle into Maglor’s balls. When Maglor shrieked and his free leg shot straight out. Maedhros waited for a moment, then resumed drawing the star of Feanor.

“It’s lucky that your father chose such a simple symbol. Something like the twin snakes of Arafinwe would require a knife, and your whole back.”

Maglor did his best to stay still, as the tedium was obviously something Maedhros had experienced as well.

At the end, Maedhros said, “There. Now you are marked as a proper whore of Feanor, a slut of the house of Finwe.” Maedhros angled a small mirror so that Maglor could see his own ass. There was indeed a star of Feanor, bright red, in some places dripping with blood and in others only inflamed. The star was only a few inches away from Maglor’s hole, still dripping with spend. Maglor was so arrested by the sight – both fascinating and repulsive – that he nearly missed Maedhros’s next words.

“Really, there’s no need for you to see anything else is there? A mark depicting your rank is all anyone who plays with you will see, and you don’t deserve to see more than them.” Maedhros got out a long strip of cloth and tied it around Maglor’s eyes. “You can think on that sight for a while”

The gag fell away, and Maglor started to ask what ‘Sauron’ meant to do next. It was clear quickly enough though, as his lips brushed against Maedhros’s limp cock.

“You’re renowned for you talented tongue, put it to use. Your appearance is hardly enough to arouse, but perhaps you do have some physical skills.”

It was not the first time, or even the hundredth, that Maglor had sucked his elder brother’s cock. The only downside was being unable to see the look on Maedhros's face, or cradle his thighs. Even though Maedhros had come less than an hour before, it did not take long for him to stir at Maglor’s tongue.

Maedhros fucked Maglor’s throat for a few strokes, then pulled out. “You are a useful slut,” Sauron’s voice said as the gag was re-tied around Maglor’s mouth. “I have been remiss in my hospitality though. Feanor’s whore ought to be used by Feanor, but I haven’t given you the opportunity to fulfill your purpose.” Maedhros’s voice changed again. “He made so many beautiful things, and used them all only for his own glory. Is it any surprise that he would use his sons the same?”

Maglor shook his head in denial. This was going too far, and surely Maedhros wouldn’t actually impersonate their father during sex?

But Feanor’s voice continued. “What, did you think I would swoop in and save you, if only I could? Don’t be ridiculous. If you cannot rescue yourself, you are nothing more than baggage that was weighing me down.”

Maglor felt something enter his hole – likely a finger, but he couldn’t see. “You are a millstone around the neck of the entire kingdom.” Feanor’s voice spoke from next to Maglor’s throat, and followed each sentence with a sharp bite.

“You pulled your elder brother into depravity, when he could have had his pick of eligible bachelors in Valinor. Your soothing songs charmed us all into a false sense of peace, rather than preparing for the war we knew was coming.” The finger pulled out, and there was a blunt object at Maglor’s rim.

“If you had been more focused on seeing the truth rather than happy little fairy tales, you would have been a better soldier. You could have saved my life.” Maglor’s hole opened around a cock as his father’s voice spoke in his ear. “And yet you were not constant even in your cowardice. If you had spoken up alongside Maedhros, perhaps Amrod might live.”

Maglor screamed for Maedhros to stop, but it was muffled by the gag. Whatever the torments of Angband had been, Maglor did not need to hear his deepest shame revealed in between Feanor moaning for pleasure.

Maedhros paid no heed, though. He kept fucking Maglor, but slower than before. Instead every thrust was as inevitable as the bow of a hammer, treating Maglor’s prostate like an impurity in the metal to be beaten out.

And Maedhros kept talking as well, still in the tones of Feanor, full of barely contained fury. “You are a failure as a king. Leader of the Noldor, the best craftsmen the world has ever seen, and what do you have to show for it? Two camps of undressed stone, the only decoration where people have written their names on their houses.”

A hand began toying with Maglor’s nipples.

“You were left in command of the grandest army anyone has ever seen, and you did nothing with it. You did not win any great victory, you did not even make any attempt. You hid behind walls while your brother was on the brink of death. You left him to be tortured and penned a polite letter to you half-uncle.”

Maglor reached out his mind to Maedhros, to beg his brother to stop the charade, but Maedhros’s walls were as solid as the earth and as smooth as glass. His cries went unanswered, and Maglor could not even tell if Maehdors heard him.

Still the voice of Feanor continued, as did the thrusts inside Maglor’s body. The hand stop tweaking his nipples, but that was no relief as it instead went lower, until Maglor felt his father’s hand stroke his cock.

“You claimed to have no crown out of honor to the dead, but truly it was because you did not dare ask anyone to craft it for you. You know that you are a weak son of a stronger father, too incompetent to forge your own jewelry, but with no respect form your people. They would not have heeded your commands.”

Maglor was weeping openly, as his father’s cock continued to reshape him, and his father’s hand brought him pleasure.

“This is all you’re good for, you know. A pleasant distraction for those who deal the real work. Your voice can relax and soothe, and that’s not always a bad thing. Nor is such a lovely body. You just need to give in, and stop trying to reach above your station. Admit that you’re useless as anything other than a decoration. Stop trying to fight or lead, and lay back where you can be used.”

Despite the insults filling his ears, Maglor couldn’t help his body’s reactions. His cock was hard under the other’s hand, and more than once he caught himself pushing his ass back for more.

“Your skin is so beautiful and golden, my son, how I love to touch thee, to split you open on my cock. Your are so obedient, every one of my commands makes you moan. Can you be a good boy for your father?”

Maglor shook his head and tried to cry out. But the voice in his ear paid no heed, and the hand on his cock sped up.

“Oh, I think you can. You’ll be a perfect little slut for me. Maglor, come.”

Maglor did with a sob. A moment later, he felt the other release in his ass.

Feanor – no, it was an illusion by Sauron – Maedhros, who Maglor had asked to do this in the first place, pulled out. He spoke in the smooth tone of Sauron now, rather than imitating their father.

“Now, was that so unpleasant? You got to spend time with your family, and you certainly enjoyed it.” A hand reached down around Maglor’s cock, painfully tight but making him well aware it was covered in his own spend.

Maglor whimpered.

“Really, you ought to be thanking me. But if I’m not wanted, I’ll leave you alone. There are plenty of trolls who want a chance at the elf prince.”

#safeword disregard #rape roleplay #maemags #my fic #unified kano theory #silm #my writing #under negotiated kink #(Maglor assumes he'll be able to safeword but doesn't explicitly ask. Mae gags him and ignores him trying to stop)#if Maglor had been asked id advance he'd agree to it anyway because he feels so guilty about Maedhros's captivity #if Maglor was asked afterwards he'd say it was his own fault for not asking what he was getting into when Mae tried to warn him #that doesn't mean this is actually in the same galaxy as healthy

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orkpup · 1 year

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would it turn you on if i asked to skip aftercare?

#howls #what if i asked you to ignore my safewords?#im feeling deranged and self destructive rn. something something i want to feel physically what i feel mentally. u get it #**** said they like it when i ask them to **** ** <3 #true love #make me take that whole 200mg edible and **** ********* ** me <3<3 #censors bc im a coward and ppl do in fact read these and i dont need some ppl to know the things ive done and will do to get someone off #to get ME off

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kittycatpopprincess · 2 years

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Thinking about it (getting repeatedly slapped across the face until my face is bruised and bloodied and spat on and my dom getting themselves off on top of me while they have a gun aimed at my head with their finger on the trigger or a knife pressed against my throat and getting horny seeing me in tears from the pain and the fear I might die and not listening to me when begging them to stop because I don't want to do this anymore it's too much and I can't take it and just slapping me again to shut me up)

#pls ignore this #i'm just feeling some kind of way tonight #also ofc safewords are mandatory and not respecting them is abuse #always a useful reminder

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starsonmarsy · 2 years

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i walk directly into the lives of massive red flags as if i'm a fucking bull lmao why am i like this

#nothing recently i'm just remembering old things #the fact that he ignored me when i wanted to establish a safeword should've been the first sign to dip #i'm silly goofy #in my defense i don't make good decisions when mentally ill #but anyways i have people looking out for me now so it's fine #mars.txt

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t4li-the-f4g · 2 months

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ive started wearing a padlock as a necklace because I lost my dog tag (specifically a combination lock because nonmonogamy, not limited to one key holder 😎) and I'm thinking of using it as a like. consent signifier? like ill keep the chain on p much all the time and if I have the padlock on I'm free use 🥺

Love working out codes and such to make some fantasies a lil more manageable irl 👉👈

#tali posts #its easy enough to say ''ignore anything less than a safeword'' but being able to convey it non-verbally is even more fun

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xx-princess-kitty · 3 months

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let’s set a fake safeword so you can ignore me and keep fucking me while i scream it over and over :)

#cnc cw #cnc somno #tw rap3 #cnc free use #r4p3 fantasy #xx-princess-kitty #rap3 fantasy #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #forcedsex #rapetoy #r4p3 kink #r4p3b4it #r4ape kink #rap3 kink #rap3fetish

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gvttergvrden · 6 months

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havin' thoughts.

#read a slowburn CNC kink and it was like yeah okay #and then i read 'ignoring my safeword'#and that's the hardest nope #i do no can not and will not ever fuck with safeword denial #no reality nor fantasy nor anything else

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waylouder · 10 months

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I know I'm getting too horny when I start thinking about manipulative cnc with a friend again

#THIS IS PURELY FANTASY #oh to become friends with someone and know them for so long #and then set up a session #when we do it they ignore the fuck outta my safeword #and tie me up and leave me there #and I'm completely at their mercy #but they're my friend they just want to give me pleasure.... whether I want it or not #n is talking #nsft

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depraved-gf · 5 months

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Hear me out: An agreed upon fake safeword you try to use over and over but he ignores it, to feel extra violated while he's raping the hell out of you.

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), rough sex, blow job, cunnilingus, bondage, blindfold, use of safe word, slight degradation (use of the word slut), explicit language, safe word, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, honey), aftercare

Summary: You send your husband an eggplant emoji as a joke, but he doesn't find it amusing one bit.

Author’s Notes: Barely proofread, hardly edited, all horny. Just my little contribution to the plethora of delicious fics that came out after this latest episode. Tagging @lovekento because this was inspired by your recent ask about the safeword audio we love so much. Also tagging @darkstarlight82 because of your recent ask to be tagged in JJK fics! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! MDNI and support dividers credit to @/cafekitsune (as always).

Nanami does not take kindly to jokes. Years of being together and he’s uptight as always. That doesn’t mean you stop trying, especially when you love how mad he gets at you.

It’s innocent, silly, completely unserious. I’m really craving something tonight, followed by suggestive emojis, including the winky face and a particularly phallic vegetable. You grin at your screen when you notice the three dots blinking, indicating that he’s read it and is currently typing a reply. Probably growing hard in his pants just thinking about it, knowing him. Before he can say anything, you send him a selfie of you at the grocery store, holding up two large eggplants, smiling wide at the camera. Eggplant parmesan! The dots flash once more, then disappear immediately, and you crack up in the middle of the produce section when he ends up not responding at all.

Back home, it’s eerily dark inside with all the lights off. You carefully set your groceries on the counter, clicking the switch to illuminate the kitchen. You’re startled when you notice Nanami’s burly silhouette in the living room, back turned towards you, sitting upright on the couch, motionless. He does nothing to acknowledge your presence, worrying you even further. “Honey?” you call out, slowly making your way towards him. His arms are crossed over his chest, bulging out of his sleeves, staring straight ahead with a menacing look on his face. He remains silent, ignoring you.

“Kento,” you say, swallowing hard, nervous at this unusually sinister behavior.

“Thought you were craving something.” His voice is low and husky in his throat. Almost threatening.

You kneel in front of him, leaning on his thighs. “It was a joke, honey.”

Finally, he looks at you, gaze intense from behind his glasses, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep inhale through his nose, exhale out his mouth. “So, you riled me up for no fucking reason then?”

You gulp loudly again, taken aback by his sudden vulgarity, simultaneously aroused. “I’m sorry, Kento.”

“Do you think I’m going to let you get away with this?” He grips your chin, focusing your attention on his lap. “Look how hard I am. Look at what your stupid joke did to me.” His massive erection is strained in his pants. Your pussy throbs, mouth salivating at the sight of it.

He unbuckles his belt and splits his zipper open. “You know what you have to do, don’t you sweetheart?” He shrugs his pants down enough to free his cock, veins protruding on the thick shaft. You nod silently, peering up at him with wide eyes, parting your lips, hungry for him.

“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, stroking himself in his fist, precum oozing from the tip. “Stick out your tongue.” You do, letting it hang from your bottom lip, mouth open.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “So obedient for me.” He swipes his thumb over his cockhead, collecting the precum to smear it onto your tongue. “Swallow. Get a taste of it before you take me.”

You obey, relishing the salty, luscious flavor down your throat, your eyes never leaving his. He smirks, tracing your lips with his thumb, the first hint of softness since you this all started. “I’m going to ruin this mouth. Understand?”

You nod again, panties wet with your arousal. Hoping he doesn’t notice, you reach between your legs, desperate to touch yourself. He catches you, using his foot to swat your arm away. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ll have your turn later.” He loosens the spotted tie on his neck to cover your eyes with it, knotting it tight. “There. Nothing except my cock to occupy this little head of yours.” He guides his cock into your mouth, sliding it along your tongue until he bottoms out. “Now, suck,” he demands, your face pressed to his groin, bottom lip grazing his heavy balls. You bob your head back and forth on him, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, teasing your gag reflex with every solid thrust, swallowing it down every time he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispers, cradling your face. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

After several more strokes, he pulls out of you, cock wet with your saliva, squelching between his fist as he continues to jerk himself off. “On my lap. Come on.” He lends his hand, helping you up while the blindfold remains. You bend over his thighs, in position for a spanking, just as he expects.

He chuckles. “Good girl. You already know that you need to be punished, huh? Always playing these ridiculous pranks on me. I hope you learn your lesson after this.” He slides the belt off his waist, binding your wrists behind your back, shoulders in an uncomfortable stretch as the leather digs into your skin. The need to be touched by him overwhelms you, body tingling with anticipation, pussy aching to be filled.

He pulls your pants down, leaving you only in your panties from the waist down. The first spank sends shivers down your spine, the loud smack bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, flesh prickling from the contact. The second comes almost immediately, surprising you. You whimper, shutting your eyes, clenching your legs together. “Kento.”

A third is delivered, your ass throbbing and swelling against his calloused hand. “What?” he growls, palm ready for a fourth.

“Fuck me,” you whine, jittering on his lap. You can’t take it anymore. You want him. You need him.

“Oh, so you’re giving orders now?” He rolls you on your back, tugging your panties off, exposing your glistening cunt. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You know that. I can’t just give you what you want after what you did to me.” He spreads your legs apart, teasing your slit with his fingers, spreading your slick across your swollen clit. “Look how fucking juicy you are. All that because I fucked your throat. Nasty slut.”

You hear him spit, then feel the trickle of his saliva coat your aching bud. He repeats, soaking you in his spittle. He readjusts himself on the couch so that he’s between your legs, licking and slurping your cunt until his chin and nose are glossy. You squirm, knees shaky, already pushed to your limits. His lips surround your clit, sucking on it until it’s puffy in his mouth, tongue flicking it aggressively, pussy fluttering with arousal. You’re overstimulated, core incredibly tight, ready to fucking burst.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he muffles, still slobbering. “Come on my face. Squirt all over this couch. I’m going to fucking embarrass you like you did me, you stupid slut.” You whine his name, gushing for him, rutting your hips against his face, writhing on the cushions damp with your juices.

He rolls you over again, dragging your body until you’re up on your knees, ass up. “I’m going to wreck this pussy. Pound it until you learn your lesson. Got it?”

You nod erratically, ready to be fucked hard and fast. He enters you smoothly, stretching you out until you’re completely full of him, everything so wet and messy between you. He pumps his cock in and out of you, pace increasing the more and more your body yields to him. He fucks you like an animal in heat, railing your cunt like it’s his own personal cock sleeve for him to use and tear apart.

Blindfolded and still bound by the wrists, you begin to grow scared of his carnal behavior. His nails imprint your skin, grip so strong it hurts with every brutal thrust. The guttural growls he emits sound nothing like the Nanami you know. The way he bullies his cock into your tight pussy, so deep and so rough that a cramp develops in your abdomen makes you think that the person fucking you is a complete stranger now. You want your husband back. It takes you a few tries to get it out, but eventually, you do, whimpering, “Makgeolli.”

He doesn’t hear you, so you say it once more, louder this time. “Makgeolli.”

Immediately, it’s as if a switched is flipped. He pulls out, quickly removing the belt and blindfold off you, his tie saturated in tears and sweat. “Hey, hey, hey. Sweetie, I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay.” He pulls you up on his lap, cradling you in his arms, kissing your sticky forehead, brushing away any of the remaining tears from your eyes.

You relax into his hold, nestling your face into his shoulder, steadying your breathing. He massages your back, pressing soft kisses on your cheek. “I’m sorry, princess. I’m so sorry. I got carried away, I admit it.” His voice is soothing now, familiar and comforting in your ear.

Sniffling, you ask, “Are you mad at me?”

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I was never mad to begin with. I just wanted to tease you, but I took it too far. I’m sorry.” He kisses you on the lips, cupping your check in his palm. “Your joke was actually quite funny.”

You giggle softly, running your fingers through his hair, damp with his own perspiration. “At least I got you to finally admit it.”

He gives you another smooch on the forehead, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’ll run us a bath, okay? And then after, we can order pizza and watch a movie. Sound good?”

“Yes. And I’ll help you with this while we’re soaking in the tub. Does that sound good?” You palm his cock, still stiff and wet against his abs.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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