#breast reduction kink

[nogoodnik-captions]

The flirty witch had heard two of the most gorgeous redhead babes in Hollywood, Christina Hendricks and Bryce Dallas Howard, would both be attending this event, and got an idea to place a swapping spell on both. Suddenly, Christina felt a lot lighter in her chest, while Bryce was now insanely stacked and straining her dress, much like Christina was before.

Christina felt lightheaded as a result of the changes, and it took her a bit to realize what had happened. Meanwhile, Bryce noticed immediately and reveled in it, showing her beautiful, massively racked self off. “Guess they match my ass now!” She giggled. Meanwhile, Christina eventually started feeling self-conscious.

The full domino effect of the switch would soon be felt. Bryce got even more parts as the most beautiful, busty A-lister in Hollywood, while flat Christina was more and more demoted to a glorified extra. Even in their love life, Bryce very soon was having triplets and feeding them well, while Christina was unfortunately staring towards another divorce, and still not bearing any children. The witch observed this from afar, finding the contrast of these two sexy women exchanging not only racks, but status, as well. She wondered if this kind of switch would do well with other women…

Obviously these pics are these two women but in FaceApp.

#breast expansion #breast reduction #breast shrinking #nogoodnik material #breast reduction kink #breast shrinking kink #enormous breasts #breast inflation #attribute theft #attribute swap #breast theft

[localboobsenjoyer]

Hello people. I didn't think that this silly little page would become so successful so quickly, but here we are. I am immensily grateful for every like and reblog, but if you want to support me even more, I have opened up a Patreon. Things will keep going like they are even if no one subscribes, so don't worry if you can't or don't want to spend money on a porn blog. But if you want to rest assured, I will not spend your money on drugs and escorts. I will use everything that you give me to buy better tools or maybe even pay an actual artist for their commissions. That way, I can offer you the best content. Thank you for your time and your attention. The horny posting will resume shortly.

#breast expansion #huge titts #huge tiddies #captions #attribute theft #breast theft #mind control #ass expansion #breast reduction #lactating kink

[hypno-addict]

Intro Post

Minors DNI with this blog! Always be nice when you are here and accepting of everyone💗

Hi everyone! My name is Bambi!

Kinks

♡ Hypnosis

♡ Brainwashing

♡ Mind conditioning

♡ Hucow

♡ Lactation kink/Breast Expansion

♡ Bimbofication

♡ Gooning

♡ Dumbification/IQ Reduction

♡ Mind control

♡ Edging and denial

♡ Overstimulation (when my Master lets me)

♡ Humiliation and degradation

♡ Praise

♡ Omorashi

♡ Mysogyny

♡ BBC

♡ Patriarchy

Limits

⟢ Sending Pictures

⟢ Blood/Knife Play

⟢Private DMs

⟢ Piss in the sense of consuming

Triggers

⟣Good Girl- makes make me feel pleasure and really good!

⟣ Bimbo Activate- makes me a dumb giggly bimbo.

⟣Confess-makes me spill all my kinks and nasty thoughts.

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I am free use via asks, not DMs.

Asks are open for: hypnosis, forcible conditioning, teasing, commands, name calling, brainwashing, and making me more addicted!

I love the patriarchy. I love Men and I will do anything in my power to please Men!

I want to be made worse and given worse and nastier kinks!😊

Enjoy your stay! 💗✨

#dumbification #brainwashing #hypnosis #bimbo training #bimboification #mind corruption #corruption kink #mind conditioning #hypnotized #huc0w #humiliation slave #praise and degredation #iq reduction #i wanna be dumb #dumification #mindcontrol #patriachy kink #mysogyny

[moonlightndaydreams]

2023 a year

Jan: I fell in love with skz (although I knew of them).

Feb: Went to my first kpop concert, then 3 more throughout the year.

March: Read fanfic for the first time 👀

April: Wrote fanfic for the first time 👀😱 and joined Ao3

June: had a breast lift/reduction… finally after years of wanting to.

July: Joined Tumblr, made some besties here as well as on a fb group.

July to Nov: immersed myself in smutty stories. Deepened friendships.

November: diagnosed with adhd.

December: had a birthday. Late 30s now ppl (how???)

In 2023 I finally found “my” people. The ones whom I can be myself around. Have any conversation with. Cheer on, be cheered on by, share our troubles together and our deepest feelings without feeling judged.

My marriage has been livelier than it’s ever been… if you know what I mean 🤫🫢💦

I’ve explored in my mind fantasies, kinks (alien Han) and been opened up to so many interesting ideas, combinations and situations through fanfic.

Skz allowed that to happen. They were the catalyst for how my path panned out this year.

But I feel the most important and most meaningful aspect to 2023, that I could never have planned, is the connection and friendships that I’ve been lucky enough to be part of.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes @chansmanda @its-hannjisung @noellllslut @thatonenoona @antoniorhinothethird @queenmea604 @queen-in-the-shadows @bethanysnow @weareapackofstrays your friendship and support means so much to me my loves.

#2023 recap #sorshas year recap

[breedingsblog]

Hello Friends!

Here is my long long overdue intro :)

Kinks

- bimbofication/general bimbo

- pregnancy 💗💗💗💗💗

- patriarchy

- free use

- corruption

- sometimes faux incest? depends on the day tbh

- intox kink

- seriously weed makes me so horny

- breast expansion

- ass expansion sometimes otherwise neutral on it

Hard No's

- Weight gain/weight play

- Piss/Scat/ other bodily fluids other than cum

- large age gaps (anymore than around 10-12 years and i'm out)

- usually daddy/daughter incest

- breast reduction

- torture

- Birth/Labor kink (I understand it's a part of pregnancy but I personally prefer to not sexualize it, just not my thing)

Other general notes

- The only person i'm interested in breeding me is my fiancé

- I. Do. Not. Do. Pics.

- My dms are always open but i'm not necessarily quick to reply most of the time

Much Love

#patriarchy kink #impregnation kink #pregnancy #pregnant #pregblr #pregnancy fantasy #pregnant kink #fpreg #huge pregnant belly

[housecow]

Do you have any interest in other transformation kinks, such as bimbofication? 🎀

Obviously it's a bit different than the breeding/feedist realm. But Barbie-blonde with lip fillers and botox is a cute look when paired with a fat belly and insatiable gluttony

tbh it can be cute and i get the appeal but i wouldn’t do any of that, personally.. i even sorta regret the tattoos i have, i don’t want to go through with any other modifications besides gaining weight or maybe a breast reduction in a decade or so 🫣

#plus i am v happy with my looks rn #i wouldn’t mind being blonde but. i don’t want to dye or bleach it.. #last time i got highlights the difference in the health of my hair made me sad #only thing i’m considering are more ear piercings and smthn to make the tattoo on my ankle better lolll #talk #ask

[fatliberation]

tw medical abuse, tw gender dysphoria, tw surgery

Hey, I am looking for some help. I am about an American 18/1X and I wish to have a breast reduction, both for transgender and back pain related reasons. I have an appointment with a surgeon in two weeks.

I already had one breast reduction, but that surgeon fucked me over. Even though we agreed on small B cups, he barely took anything away so that the boobs "fit my body type" and keep me looking feminine. (It was honestly traumatic but thats another point).

While my first breast reduction was paid for by my insurance, I will have to pay this one myself, so it has to go right this time. So I want to bring pictures of fat afab ppl with flat chests. But I cant find anything. It is already very difficult to find pics of afab naked breasts. Even more difficult to find fat examples. And impossible to find fat examples with flat/small boobs, as they are usually sexualised to fit a hourglass silhouette.

Do you have any pics or resources for me? I will also pay for the pictures. I was thinking of contacting sex workers, but again I am having trouble finding any fat sex workers with flat chests.

Thank you for your help and for this blog. It has been a long, long journey of daring to want a flat chest even though I am fat. It still feels very scary, but people like you help me be brave

Oh my god, I'm so sorry he did that to you. 🤬 I'm more than happy to help you find what you're looking for! You deserve to have full autonomy over your body, and you should be so proud of reaching your decision. It's okay to feel scared. You have a community of supporters right here at your fingertips. ❤️

Check out the tag #TransTummyTuesday on Twitter! it was created by @TranyeWest who is a fat trans sex worker! you’ll probably find other SWs there under the tag. I know of a few fat & flat-chested SWs who are here in the kink community on tumblr, too. I invite anyone who sees this post and feels compelled to share some photos to please do so!

#community support #community resources #trans #fat positive #fat liberation #inbox

[indefiniteimagines]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Pablo? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

A/N: Woooooww! This is so overdue! I really hope you're feeling better, Lovey ❤️

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, choking, busty reader, Exhibitionism, semi Public Sex, Language, creampie, squirting

I tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that I got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the event we went to tonight. One of his costars was making googly eyes my cleavage the whole night and Pablo took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Pablo shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

He walks through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Pablo undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Pablo eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Pablo pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Pablo wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Pablo! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Pablo enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Pablo cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Pablo knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

#pablo schreiber smut #pablo schreiber imagine #pablo schreiber #halo #master chief #american gods #mad sweeney

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Dark Victory Part Two

Previous Part | Masterlist

Pairing: Frank x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Warnings: Manipulation, angst, brief verbal abuse (it's like two lines, but it's in there), fingering while having a period (what even do i tag that), praise kink, oral sex, piv, unprotected sex, infidelity, reductive/antiquated ideas of sex, innocent Reader, POV switches between Frank and Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n, etc. Not beta read.

Notes: HIIII welcome to the second and final part!! Thank you for reading!!

Summary: You’re fascinated by the way many, but particularly the men of Victory, view Frank as a god. Maybe he is to them. Maybe he’s carved out a dusty, desolate Eden for them, or some kind of sandbox for them to play at power. Like Bunny always says—"Boys and their toys."

It isn’t going as planned.

She’s holding up her end of the bargain—she’s trying with Howard. But the more Frank sees them together, the more petty jealously wells up in his gut.

It’s disconcerting. He’s meant to be driving her away by now, detaching himself. Instead, he’s finding ways to ‘speak’ with her in private or see her away from the others, to steal kisses and sneak a grope—or at least, as much as he can before she’s gasping scandalously and half-heartedly batting at his grip.

He thinks that when this started, she meant the way she pushed at his hands, but now, it’s mostly for show before he draws her into his chest or down into his lap.

He becomes addicted to her whimpers and sighs, her heady murmurs of his name, and the way she worries her lower lip with her teeth.

He begins to seek out the sight of her, the sound of her at parties. She’s often with Bunny, or Peg, or—Howard.

Frank should be happy. This is what he wanted—and Howard is over the moon. He’s thanking Frank every time he sees him, asking what turned things around, and how, and if there’s anything that he can do to keep it up. Frank just gives him a placid smile, pats his shoulder, and says,

“Keep doing what you’re doing. That’s all.”

Now, Frank makes his way out of the room, knowing that she’ll follow. He’s giving her their usual signal. Typically, the walk upstairs is leisurely, and slow. Now, he takes the stairs two at a time, a fire rising in his chest. He hears the clack of her heels just behind him, but he doesn’t dare turn to look at her. Like Orpheus leading Eurydice out of the darkness, he’s certain that turning to catch her eye will doom them both.

-- 

You gasp softly as Frank shoves you back against the wall in a dark, narrow hall in his home. Your head whacks against the wood paneling, but not hard enough to do anything more than sting. Lately, he’s been rougher with you. You thought at first that he may be angry with you, or that you may’ve done something wrong. But then he grips your jaw, and kisses you with a heat unlike you’ve ever known, and you melt for him. Surely he wouldn’t kiss you that way out of anger.

Now, he rests his hand against your throat as he teases his tongue between your lips. Your lips part with a heady moan, your hands raising to grip lightly at his shirt. You’ve learned not to grasp him too tightly, or to muss his perfectly coiffed hair, no matter how badly you want to mess him up, to rattle him as he rattles you. 

Frank’s hand slides from your throat, trailing along the neckline of your dress before he trails his fingers along the curve of your breast. You suck in a breath, manage a weak, “Oh, don’t—” before he grasps and squeezes you through your dress. You tip your head back against the wall, eyes slipping shut as his lips brush along the column of your throat. His fingers smooth over your breast, then press as he feels you arch up against him. 

“If he asks,” Frank murmurs, “What will you say?” 

The question catches you off-guard, and you tip your head down to get a better look at him. His expression is indiscernible in the dim hall lighting. Before you can ask for his meaning, he takes hold of your left hand, thumb stroking along your ring finger. 

“If he asks,” He reiterates, “What will you say?” 

You swallow thickly. It must be a trick question, a way to discern the strength of your wants, your loyalty. If you tell him that you’d say yes to Howard, he may think that your wants lie with that man. If you tell him that you’d say no, he may accuse you of not playing nice. 

“Whatever you want me to say,” You tell him. Even in the dull light of the hall, Frank’s smile brightens and warms you. He crowds close, hands sliding down to slip enticingly under the skirt of your dress, smoothing along your thighs. 

“That’s my good girl,” He murmurs before he draws your lip between his teeth. 

-- 

When Howard does ask—when he gets down on one knee in front of all of the residents of Victory, and as they watch on expectantly, your eyes flit to Frank. He gives you a knowing smile, a small nod, and you lower your eyes to the ring in the box. It’s stunning, and your style—the sort of thing you’re certain Howard would never choose for you. Still, you nod, and murmur your acceptance. The room explodes with cheers and applause.

Howard slips the sparkling band on your finger and springs up, gripping your cheeks and drawing you into an artless kiss. He has the force of a brute, of one that never learned to play well with others and has no intention of starting now. But you lean into it, eyes open, and set on Frank—on the smile on his lips, the tightness of his jaw, and the rising darkness in his bright eyes. 

--

“Won’t she notice that you’re gone?” 

“I told her that I had work to do.” 

You bite your lip as Frank joins you on your couch. You never have felt good about this, about the secret, and what you’re doing to Shelley and Frank’s marriage since this began. 

“But—” You begin, but Frank raises a hand, effectively silencing you. 

“Don’t,” Is his order. 

Don’t what? Don’t worry? Don’t ask? Don’t pry? Don’t tell? 

You turn your head from him, raising your wine to your lips and taking a sip. You rest your hand on the back of the couch, steadying yourself as you lean forward and put your glass down. You feel Frank grasp your left hand, and raise it to his gaze. You know that he’s looking at the engagement ring.

“Do you like it?” He asks. And before you can answer, “I told him you would.” 

Your brows raise as you sit back up, turning to look at Frank. 

“He asked you?” 

“I chose it.” 

The truth of it surges through you like a spear of fire. The idea that Frank chose this for you—that you are, in essence, wearing Frank’s ring, and not Howard’s—

You spring up, clambering into his lap and drawing him up for a kiss. Frank chuckles against your lips, setting his glass aside before he curls his arms around your waist. He raises a hand to grasp your jaw, drawing you back just rough to get a look at you. 

“Well?” He presses. “Do you like Howard’s ring?” 

“Your ring,” Your insistence bubbles up from that sharp, wanting, brazen part of you that’s sprung up where your nerves used to be, “Our ring.” 

Frank’s smile softens to something that you’ve seen so rarely—something tender. 

“Our ring,” He repeats softly. He takes hold of your hand, drawing it down to his lap. You can feel him hardening against your thigh. You shiver as he presses your palm against him, and guides your fingers to squeeze and massage. He groans softly, eyes dimming as his hips work up against your joint grasp. You rest your forehead against his, shivering. It’s been so rare that you’ve had a chance to touch him—in a way that you’ll have to touch Howard.

When you have, that’s how it’s been framed—that Frank is preparing you for your wifely duties, for what your husband will want of you in the not too distant future. You couldn’t give less of a damn what Howard wants. You want to give Frank pleasure now, as often as he’ll let you, as much as he wants. 

“You want to please him, don’t you?” He’d asked, and frowned when you’d shook your head. 

“I want to please you, Frank.” 

Now, the rumble of his groan sends shivers down your spine, and his murmur of, “Is it time for another lesson?” Makes your belly flutter with the possibilities. You nod hurriedly, murmur your pleas, and slide off of his lap when he directs you to the floor. The rug prickles unpleasantly beneath your knees. Your mouth waters, stomach flipping as you watch Frank undo his belt, button, and zip. He draws himself from his trousers. Your eyes lock onto the stiff flesh in his hand, the flushed head, and the pearl of white fluid gathering at the tip. 

-- 

“Kneel up.” 

He watches her rise up just a touch, her fingers flexing in the fabric of his trousers. He still hadn’t broken her of that one. He licks his lip as she glances between his cock and his face, searching for warning or approval as she grasps him. She moves her hand up and down his shaft as he had, her touch featherlight and nervous. She always is when they do this—when he teaches her something for Howard’s sake. 

It is, in some ways, heading it off at the pass. Frank can only imagine the complaints Howard may level down the line—that she’s too soft, too shy to do her wifely chore. Frank tells himself that he isn’t doing this for his own pleasure—oh, no. He’s doing this to save them all time and energy down the road. 

He reaches down, curling his hand around the nape of her neck and drawing her in. She goes, like a moth to a flame, eyes wide. He grips himself by the base, lightly shaking off her hand before he taps the head of his cock against her mouth. Her lips part obligingly, eyes widening slightly as she takes his head into her mouth. 

“Watch the teeth,” He warns softly. He watches her brow furrow before she shifts her lips down to cover them. He lets out a gentle, encouraging hum, curling his fingers around her nape and guiding the bobbing of her head. When she takes it too slowly for just a bit too long, Frank gives his hips a shove. He grins, reveling in her gagging, cooing as her eyes well with tears.

“Little more,” He orders, pressing her down against him. He sucks in a breath as she struggles, her throat squeezing and trying to shove back his cock. He gives her nape a squeeze, holding her there for as long as he can. He finally lets her up, peering down at her as she wheezes, watching her swipe at where her mascara and tears are running together. He reaches down, running his thumb along her plush, slick lips. 

He bends toward her, his weeping cock arching up toward his stomach, sure to stain in a way that Shelley will catch on when she does the laundry. 

“Breathe through your nose,” He councils, “You won’t get far, trying to inhale a man’s cock.” 

He grins as her face seems to go hot, as her wide eyes zero in on his flushed cock. He leans back against the couch, using his grip to draw her in with a murmur of, “Again.” 

-- 

Frank never…Helps. 

That is, once he’s finished—once he’s grunted, and shot into your mouth, and told you that good girls swallow—he leaves. 

He leaves you slick, and aching, and lost for your own release. 

Sometimes you push the feeling away, and clean up for the evening. 

Tonight, you watch Frank go, knees burning and throbbing from your extended time on the floor. You slouch back against the couch, resting your head on the cushion as you hear the door click shut behind him. You sigh softly, closing your eyes. You squeeze your thighs together, shivering as you feel a sharp, pulsing throb between your legs. You want to reach down, to press your fingers against yourself, to shiver and shake—but whenever you do, you never feel like you quite get to the end. 

Still, you give your thighs another squeeze, rolling your hips against the pressure. Your body goes hot with the movement. You press and push, but—nothing. You sigh heavily, pushing yourself up and taking up your wine glasses.

Maybe Howard will be knowledgeable about your needs when you’re together. 

Well. Hopefully. But in truth, you doubt it. 

--

“Why are you being such a wet blanket? This is your engagement party!” Bunny crows, giving your shoulder a shove. You give a weak smile, swaying with the push. Your head is pounding, and your lower belly feels like something is shredding it from the inside. 

“I’m not feeling so well.” 

“What’s wrong?” Peg asks, though she only seems to be half-listening as she pops another mini-quiche into her mouth. 

“I’m just…On my monthly. I feel a little woozy, I guess,” You admit in hushed tones. You don’t want anyone else to hear you—especially the men. Peg and Bunny both let out soothing little sympathetic hums. 

“I don’t envy you,” Bunny offers over Peg’s, “I don’t miss that.” 

“Why don’t you go lie down for a bit,” Bunny offers. “We’ll cover for you.” 

“You sure?” You glance around nervously. Frank and Shelley haven’t arrived yet, and you don’t want to be accused of skimping on your hosting duties. 

“You’ve got a long evening ahead,” Peg nods, “Better make the most of a chance to get some rest. Go on. If something happens, we’ll come and grab you. Promise.”  

Bunny raises her hands, shooing you away, and you offer them both relieved smiles and pecks on the cheek before hurrying away. 

You shut your bedroom door behind yourself, quieting the sounds of the party and sighing softly. You close the blinds and tug the curtains closed before you reach back, wriggling out of your dress and hanging it up to keep from wrinkling it during your brief rest. You sigh, walking over to your bed and toeing out of your shoes before you crawl onto the mattress. You groan softly, sinking into your fresh sheets. You close your eyes, sighing again as your head pounds. You can vaguely hear the chatter of the party not too far away—the clinking of glasses, the hum of voices, the rollicking cackle of Bunny’s laugh. You wince as the pain spikes. You lower your hand to your belly, drawing in a deep breath and pushing it out, trying to quell that throbbing pain. 

You’ve just begun to drift off before you hear a knock on the door. You groan, pushing yourself up. You’re certain it’s Peg or Bunny—maybe Alice. She and Jack are often late, often too caught up in one another to heed the time on the invitation. You can ask one of them to zip you back into your dress. You eyes are still heavy with sleep—but you snap-to when you see Frank outside. His eyes sweep your undergarments before his gaze flicks up to yours. He takes a few slow steps inside, and you take a few back. He reaches out, shutting the door. 

“You’re supposed to be out there,” Frank scolds. 

“I was,” You insist, “But I’m—I wasn’t feeling well. Bunny and Peg told me to lie down for a little while.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing—” 

“Should I go get Doctor Collins?” 

“No! No,” You shake your head, “I was just…” You wave vaguely toward your belly, going warm with embarrassment. “It’s my…” 

Frank’s eyes lower to your belly, then he lets out a soft, understanding hum. He reaches back, locking the door behind himself. Your stomach flips at the sound. 

“Lie down,” He urges. You walk backward, almost unwilling to lose sight of Frank. He shrugs out of his suit jacket. He drapes it over the back of the chair at your vanity. As you lean back on your bed, Frank undoes his cufflinks, dropping them onto the vanity before he rolls his sleeves up. Your brow furrows as he comes closer to the bed, lightly pushing at your calf. 

“Lay back.” 

You shift up against your pillows, biting your lip as Frank sits just beside you. 

“Is it just cramping?” 

“My head, too,” You admit. He nods, eyes set on yours as he slides his hands up between your thighs, beneath your slip. You gasp, knees snapping shut and stilling his hand as your body goes hot. Frank’s brows raise at the movement. 

“Open your legs,” He orders. 

“But—”

“Open. Your legs.” 

You swallow thickly, nervously doing as he says. Frank’s hand slides further up than it ever has, smoothing over the band of your underwear. He gives them a tug, unearthing the belt that your pad is attached to. Your hands curl in the sheets, trying to fight the urge to squirm—especially as Frank’s fingertips slide over your aching cunt. Frank’s eyes hold steady on your heated face, even as he trails a finger lower. He doesn’t give you a single warning before he’s pressing a single finger into you. Your jaw drops at the sensation, and before you can loose a single moan, Frank shushes you softly, shaking his head. 

You bite your lip, going quiet. He begins to pump his finger, palm pressing up against your clit with every stroke. Your eyelids flutter at the throbbing sensation of the stretch.

“Good?” Frank plies. You nod hurriedly, wary that if you don’t say anything or respond quickly enough, he’ll stop. He hums and nods, glancing between your legs before he looks up again, pressing a second finger inside. The shift in pressure makes your knees twitch to close again. You hiss in a breath, head tipping back against the headboard, your hips pushing down into his hand as he grinds his palm roughly against your clit. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, shivering as his thumb makes tight little circles around something at the apex of your thighs—a place that you've only brushed before, and having dared touch besides washing. 

“Is this better?” Frank murmurs. You can’t quite answer—you’re afraid you’ll be too loud. You reach down, gripping his wrist and holding it tightly, bearing down against the teasing pressure, the curl and stretch of his fingers. His lips pull into a small smile as you push and pull against him. 

A feeling begins to well up in you—one that’s familiar, but hasn’t been realized. You whimper, peering up at Frank, your eyes bright with desperation. He gives a little nod, murmurs, “Go on—that’s my good girl.” 

It’s like a switch has been flipped. Your body is wracked with sensation, your back arching off of the bed as your cunt tights and spasms around his fingers. You raise press the back of your hand to your mouth, pressing to it tightly to muffle your moans. As you settle, your heart pounding in your chest, you let your hand slide from your mouth, dropping onto the pillow, beside your head. Frank gently slips his fingers from you, and you watch in slight horror as he draws them out from beneath your skirt. His fingers are coated in you, rust-red and catching together as he wiggles them. Then he draws a pristine white handkerchief from his pocket, raising it and beginning to wipe his fingers clean. 

“Could you help me with my cufflinks?” He asks. You right your menstrual belt and underwear before you push yourself up. You're a little wobbly, and your head is throbbing far less than before (though your legs feel a little less cooperative than normal). You take up his cufflink and turn to him, taking hold of his sleeve and tugging it down. You carefully smooth the fabric down before you affix his cufflink. 

“Thank you,” He murmurs. You nod a little, flattening his sleeve cuff further.

“Could you help me with my dress?” You request softly. 

“Of course.” 

You turn, taking up the white cocktail dress and tugging it on. You hold still as he steadies his hand on your lower back, drawing your zipper up gently.

“Don’t do that again,” He warns.

“Do…?” 

Frank slides his finger around to your jaw, turning your head to face him. 

“Do your job, no matter the cost,” He orders. “Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Frank.” 

“That's my girl.” He dips in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before he draws away, giving your hip a pat. “Get out there.” 

--  

“It’s divine—”

“It’s precious—” 

“Howard’ll wanna tear it right off.” 

The repeated insistence comes one right after the other from Alice, Peg, and Bunny. You don’t agree or disagree—you don’t answer at all. You’re too busy looking at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the full skirt, the embellished bodice, and the boatneck. The cap sleeves are a nice touch, too. 

“What ‘bout a veil?” Bunny calls out, turning to one of the sales assistants. Before any of them can do a thing, Shelley is plucking one up from the rack. It has an adorned floral band; the tulle stops around the elbow. You glance at it, then eye Shelley in the mirror. She moves almost silently with her dancer’s grace. You hold carefully still, hardly breathing as she nears you. 

You haven’t spent much time with Shelley since Frank took you in hand. That’s your fault, a little. You’ve been wary to be around her alone, wary of blurting out an apology for an offense that she may have no knowledge of. But, Shelley has had a noticeably reserved countenance around you. She doesn’t come to your aid in front of the others anymore; she doesn’t invite you for dinner without a frosty note in her voice. 

Now, she presses the veil’s comb to your hair, digging it in so harshly that you’re certain she’s trying to draw blood. You keep your eyes carefully set on hers, careful not to wince at the dig of the comb’s teeth against your scalp. 

“How do you like it?” She asks once she's stopped, eyes set on yours. You give a small nod, and dutifully answer:

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

–

“Mind if I cut in?”

Frank asks it with his easy going patented smile, eyes set on yours, even as your new husband practically trips over himself to make way. Never mind the fact that Frank has interrupted your first dance with your husband. 

You’re fascinated by the way many, but particularly the men of Victory, view Frank as a god. Maybe he is to them. Maybe he’s carved out a dusty, desolate Eden for them, or some kind of sandbox for them to play at power. Like Bunny always says—”Boys and their toys.” 

Frank takes no notice of your husband’s frantic manner. He just slots himself into Howard’s place, resting his hand on your lower back and taking your hand in his. Frank sets his eyes on yours, guiding you easily around the floor. You should be more self-conscious about the way everyone is staring, but you can’t bring yourself to see, or hear, or feel anything beyond Frank. 

“You’ve made me very happy,” He murmurs. Your face spreads with a smile that you’re certain you haven’t been able to otherwise muster that day—not even when you’d told Howard, I do. 

“I have?”

“Oh, yes,” He murmurs, drawing you a touch closer with the hand on your lower back. Your heart ticks up in your chest, your fingers flexing in the fabric of his jacket. He tips his head, giving you a small chastising smile. Your face warms with embarrassment. He’s been trying to break you of that nervous little tick. 

“Are you looking forward to married life?” He murmurs. You consider your answer for a moment. You could tell him the truth. You could tell him that you’re warming to Howard, but you can’t imagine the idea of not having Frank to return to. You could tell him that you don’t want to honeymoon on Sea Island.

“Yes, Frank.”

His smile quirks a touch wider, nodding slowly.

“That’s a good girl.”

Not that's my good girl. It raises your hackles—but your grip tightens on his hand, and your eyes hold steady on his.

—

It feels like an eternity since you’ve been in Victory. 

Your memories of the honeymoon are blurred, and scattered. You do remember that when you’d arrived, you’d been told that Frank had taken care of everything—the arrangement, the payment. He’d left you each notes. 

Howard’s had congratulations, and wishes for a long and happy marriage. 

Yours had a reminder to behave like a good girl. 

Now that you've returned, you want nothing more than to hop out of the car at Frank and Shelley’s, to have him guide you into some dirty dark corner and shove you to your knees. But you smile at Howard obligingly as he crows, “Welcome home, baby!”

You reach up, untying your hair scarf. You raise your hand, letting the wind carry it off, and grinning wickedly as it flutters right into Frank’s driveway. 

—

“You have been back for five—goddamn minutes.”

Your body is practically vibrating with need as you take a few careful steps backward. Frank reaches out, hooking his fingers in your collar and hauling you close. You keep your face as neutral as possible, even as Frank reaches into his pocket and draws your scarf out. His hand curls into a fist around it, further wrinkling the dirty fabric. 

“Is this the sort of thing Howard lets you get away with?” He presses. You shake your head, and Frank shakes his in turn in a mocking mimicry. 

“No?” He presses. “No?” 

Before you can say a word, Frank slips his hand from your collar to grasp your nape tightly. 

“This?” He hisses, crowding you back against the wall, holding the scarf close to your face. “This disorder? It leads to chaos. Chaos...has no place here.” 

You watch as he leans away, and you hold perfectly still as he ties the scarf around your neck. Your hands are flat against your skirt. He draws the bow just a bit too tight, eyes set on yours as he waits for your wince. You just tighten your jaw, breathing picking up as it grows tighter and tighter. 

“...Am I understood?” 

“Yes, Frank.” 

There’s no kiss. There’s no that’s a good girl. Frank just turns and leaves. The slam of the door behind him makes you jump. You raise your hands, sweaty fingers fumbling with the scarf’s knot. It feels as if it’s tightening as you try, and you heave in tight breath after tight breath after tight breath as you finally manage to tug it off. You draw in heaving gasps of air, sweaty fingers flexing in the fabric. 

You jump as you hear the door open, and snap to attention. Your heart flutters, thinking that it may be Frank again—

But Howard spills into the doorway, and your body actually relaxes, just a little. You slap a smile on, manage a, “Hello, darling. How was your day?” 

“Oh, great,” Howard insists, setting his suitcase down before he grips your jaw, giving you a harsh, pressing kiss. He draws away before you can redirect him, giving your ass a rough slap as he asks, “What’s for dinner?” 

-- 

You’ve had this on the calendar for weeks, since before you had the wedding, or left for the honeymoon. The menu was planned before you went away. You’d had a small committee assemble at your house—the other wives all chiming in, offering tips for what had worked for them, and what meals you were meant to avoid. 

But now, you’re throwing the most important component right out of the window. 

You’re confident in this element of surprise. The guests are mingling in the front room; you’ve just gone through and made sure that everyone has a drink. Now, you’re back in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the salad. You’ve opened all of the windows, put bowls of potpourri out to cover the smell of the main course that’s still baking in the oven. You glance back toward it, eyeing the timer on the counter beside it. You don’t dare open the oven, lest the smell grow any stronger. 

You know you’ll catch hell for this. 

You couldn’t be more excited. 

-- 

When you put the tuna casserole on the table, the others go quiet in shock. They’re all staring at it, like you’ve just set a ticking bomb down on the table. As you settle down at your seat at the head of the table, you see some of the others glancing nervously toward Frank. But Frank just watches you unblinkingly, a smile fixed on his lips. Your own hostess’ smile widens, and let your eyes sweep the guests. 

“Well, dig in!” 

-- 

It’s a marvelous little coup. Frank has to commend her for it. The others are the table are torn between heeding his lead, and being impolite. So once he shovels a spoonful onto his plate between the vegetables and the dinner roll, and takes a single bite, the others practically stuff their face with tuna casserole. He leans back in his seat, eyes set on her still. He can’t stop looking. He can’t stop smiling. He might've laughed at it if the air wasn’t so heavy with tension. 

She just sits across from him, eyes bright, smile wide. She catches his eye now and again, a flicker of impertinence in her gaze. She’ll give a single blink, tip her head just a touch, and then allow herself to be drawn into conversation with whoever’s caught her attention. 

He joins the others in the den briefly as she gathers the dinner plates and begins to neaten the kitchen. Howard hovers in his periphery, seeming torn between trying to make conversation with Frank, or apologizing for her choice of casserole. Frank manages to maneuver Howard into a conversation with Dean—good old Dean, who can take a hint, and who will take Frank’s cues at the drop of a hat. Frank manages to wedge Ted into the conversation, then Jack before he carefully steps back from the conversation.

He takes calm measured steps toward the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. His annoyance melts as he watches her bustle around. She moves with the confidence and competence that he’s cultivated in her since her arrival in Victory. He leans in the doorway, tucking his hands in his pockets. It’s safer if they’re in his pockets. He’s been fighting to keep from touching her, drawing her back in, since she returned to Victory. The shock in her eyes as he’d tied the scarf around her neck should’ve been enough to ward her off of him. 

But dinner has shown him that Howard has not taken her in hand as he should’ve. Frank had expected more from him. 

She glances up at him, doing a slight double take at the sight of him. He sees a flash of her nerves before she’s plastering her hostess smile back on her face and turning back to the plates in front of her. 

“Did you have enough to eat?” She asks. He does laugh a little now, a soft, huffed laugh out through his nose as he straightens up. She knows full well that he ate nothing beyond that single bite. He takes slower, meandering steps inside, eyeing the dishes on the table before he watches her bend over to load the dishwasher. He eyes her body covetously, taking in the way her dress compliments it. She straightens up and turns to face him, nearly slamming into him. She clearly wasn’t expecting him so close. He sees a flash of panic cross her face as she takes a wobbling step backward. They watch one another for a moment. 

“Would you like some casserole to take home?” She offers. “There’s plenty left.” 

He fights off a wider smile. He’s starting to think that he played this wrong—that maybe this cheek has always been there, and was buried beneath her nerves, beneath her chaos. 

“...Thank you, no.” 

“Oh? Did you not like it?” She presses. Frank’s smile widens, despite his urge to stop it.

“I’m not particularly fond of tuna.” 

“Oh—No.”

“Mm. Some would say I hate it.” 

“Oh, what a shame. Well. I know for next time,” She turns from him, walking over to the cabinet and getting down cups for coffee. He watches her load them onto a tray. Not a single one rattles, or shakes on its saucer. It makes his eyes narrow a touch. Maybe she’s been practicing, and that’s what’s kept her hands from shaking. 

But maybe he doesn't make her nervous anymore.

“You’ve forgotten something,” He tells her as she turns back to face him, setting the tray on the table. 

“Oh?” She quirks a brow. “What have I forgotten?” 

“What can happen when you play nice.” 

Frank watches as she takes up the loaded sugar bowl, setting it on the tray. 

“I was under the impression that we weren’t playing at all anymore,” She comments before she brushes past him, heading for the fridge. He hums thoughtfully, standing his ground as he waits for her to return. She does, glass bottle of milk in hand, and pours some into the milk server. Frank turns toward her, sidling closer. 

“What ever gave you that idea?” 

She casts him a sidelong glance before looking down at the tray again, setting the milk server onto it. 

“Maybe I don’t want to play anymore,” She counters. His lips purse at the assertion. He knows what he saw in her eyes in the front hall just days ago—he’d recognized the darkness of her want. She’d thought he would draw her to him, and he’d pushed her away. She’s resisting him now. This is going to plan. 

So why is he trying to tug her back in? 

Frank pulls in a steady breath, pushes it out through his nose, then looses a soft, thoughtful hum. He straightens and passes behind her, well-aware of the way her shoulders went tight. He hears her sigh in relief as he leaves the room. 

If she hadn’t wanted to play, she wouldn’t have served him a goddamn tuna casserole. 

-- 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

Howard pitches a glass toward you as he yells. You jump and flinch as it shatters against the wall. 

“I wasn’t, I—” 

“No, you weren’t! You weren’t thinking!” 

Howard stalks toward you, face twisted with rage. Your breath catches in your throat as you take hurried steps backward. You nearly trip, and wobble as he grows nearer. You kick off your shoes before he can get anywhere near you, feinting toward the door before sprinting to the back. You shove a stool to the side, and hear him trip and yell in pain as you dart into the night. 

You run until your feet ache, further away from the glittering lights of Victory. 

You’re not supposed to leave town.

It’s not safe.

By the time you manage to stop, you couldn’t tell where you are. Your lungs and legs burn; your feet throb in pain. The glimmer of the town is just on the edge of your periphery. You stop, lowering yourself to the ground weakly, swallowing against a dry throat as you look up. You’ve never seen so many stars in your life. A few twinkle, then flicker sharply, as if someone’s shining a light directly into your eyes. You wince, blinking rapidly. The sensation falls away, leaving only the night sky. You sniffle, drawing your legs to your chest and hugging them tightly. You close your eyes, the panic and rush of the evening beginning to get to you. You sniffle and shake, tears pouring down your cheeks. 

You can’t bring yourself to stand, to make your way back. You don’t even know where you are. You don’t know what faces you when you get home. You don’t know what Howard will tell Frank about your refusal to play nice. You tighten your grip on your legs, breaths beginning to sharpen and wheeze as your panic grows. You hear the rumble of an engine just a little too late. You lift your head, catching sight of the headlights barrelling toward you. You manage to stumble up, yelling, “Don’t!”, holding your hands out. The car comes to an abrupt stop with a screech of the tires. Your heart pounds in your throat. You can’t see who it is—but the sound of Alice calling your name, followed by the thud of the car door slamming calms you. 

It shouldn’t. 

You like Alice, but she’s one of them. She and Jack are bedded so deeply into this community. You’re certain that this’ll spread like wildfire—from her, to Bunny, to Peg—to Shelley, and Frank. 

You never should’ve left town.

You never should’ve come to Victory. 

She rounds to the front of the car, taking in your dirty and disheveled clothing, your bare, bleeding feet. 

“Oh my god,” She manages, “Honey, what happened?” 

“Howard, he—” You try to explain, tears beginning to slip down your cheeks again, “I shouldn’t have but—I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t—I thought he was going to—to—” Your breath chokes, your arms curling around yourself protectively. You shake with a sob as Alice wraps her arms around your shoulders, shushing you softly. 

“It’s okay,” She murmurs, “We’ll take you home.” 

“No! No, I can’t go back. Howard is furious, he'll—” 

“Our home,” She clarifies as she draws away. “Okay? Come on.” 

Every step feels like you’re walking on shards of glass. Maybe it was the adrenaline that carried you before, that kept you from feeling the full effects of your flight, but now, you can hardly move. 

-- 

“I wasn’t thinking.” 

That’s his mumbled excuse.

Howard has his head in his hands. He’s stripped out of his jacket, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves, and had two fingers of scotch. Frank watches him, openly unimpressed, expression flat as Howard’s shoulders shake just a touch. It’s for show. Frank knows that it is. There’s no thickness to Howard’s voice, nothing to signal true upset or regret. He just wants Frank to fix it. He wants Frank to find her, pluck her up, and drop her back in his lap. 

And what good that did the last time. Frank had to eat tuna and now a resident has gone rogue. Where Frank had once thought that she would be his biggest challenge, he now realizes that Howard is the real problem. Domineering, brutish—wholly unworthy is the polished gem that Frank has moulded her into. 

“...Do you have any idea where she may have gone? One of the other houses?” Frank asks.

“No, I checked!” It leaves Howard in a bark as he lifts his head. He seems to know that he’s fucked up immediately, his face and fair skin flashing with nerves. “I mean, I…I looked everywhere I could think of.” 

“...Hm.” 

Frank glances back as he hears the ring of the telephone, followed by the click of Shelley’s heels. 

“Well,” Frank adds, “It’s nearly daylight. It’ll be easier to search for her when the sun is up.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” 

“I try not to interfere in the lives and relationships of the couples here.” 

It's his canned insistence, though they both know better. Before Howard can protest or argue, Shelley clears her throat. 

“Darling?” She asks, “It’s for you.” 

At this hour? Frank arches a brow, turning his head toward the sound of her voice.

“Who is it?” 

“Doctor Collins.” 

Frank sighs. He thinks it may be about Margaret. She’s been unraveling, and fast. This is the last thing they need.

“Excuse me,” He glances at Howard before he pushes himself up from the armchair. He pecks Shelley’s lips, taking the phone from her before he raises it to his ear. 

Collins’ voice is tinny, but clear: “She’s at the Chambers house.”

Frank doesn’t need to ask who it is. What he needs to do just now is play this cool, and to leave without a hint of his destination and intentions. He needs to see her, hear her side of the story before he takes any further action. 

“Thank you,” Is his simple answer before he hangs up. He weighs his options for a moment, then turns. “Howard, why don’t you go upstairs, get some rest. It’s been a long night.” 

Frank turns from him without another word. He reaches out, palming Shelley’s hip before he murmurs low in her ear: 

“Keep him here.” 

-- 

Frank wants to destroy the damnable feeling of pity that he feels at the sight of her sleeping form. Even stripped to her undergarments, she’s streaked with dirt. Her feet are bandaged, but he can see the odd spot of blood seeping through. Jack told him everything—that he and Alice were out for a drive in the desert when she’d suddenly sprung up in front of his car. 

“Nearly ran ‘er over,” Jack had said, planting his hands on his hips and glancing back toward their bedroom. “I mean, if she hadn’t moved…” 

But she had moved. Hope would’ve been lost if she hadn’t.

Frank glances to where Alice looks between him and her before she hurriedly smiles and ducks back out of the room, muttering something about putting on a pot of coffee. Frank shuts the door behind Alice before he walks more deeply inside. He sits down on the edge of the bed, eyes sweeping her. He reaches out, trailing a finger along her cheek. She stirs at the touch, her brow furrowing in her sleep before she leans into it. He gives another gentle stroke, and watches as her eyes slowly blink open. At the sight of him, she heaves in a gasp, pushing herself back against the headboard, feet planting in the mattress. Frank shushes her softly, watching her face twist in pain as she looks down at her bandaged feet. 

“...You know you’re not supposed to leave,” He chastises. She gives a bashful, apologetic nod, her eyes dropping to her lap. 

“Tell me what happened,” Frank urges. She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t look at him. Frank can’t help but sigh. 

One night and a tuna casserole, and they’re back to square one. 

“Tell me,” He repeats. It takes her a moment. Then,

“Howard was angry with me.” 

“...Because of dinner?” 

She nods.

“What did he do?” 

“He broke a glass.” 

“Did he touch you?” 

“I ran before he could.” 

Frank considers this. He doesn’t ask if she really thought Howard would hit her. Just an hour ago, Frank thought Howard might take a swing at him if they couldn’t get her back. 

“...Do your feet hurt?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Doctor Collins gave me…Something.” Her brow furrows, wracking her brain to try and remember what it was. Frank hums softly, nodding. 

“...I need you to go home,” He tells her. Her lower lip wobbles at the assertion. She can’t open her mouth to argue before Frank is raising a hand, pressing a fingertip gently to her quivering lips. 

“All couples have growing pains,” He soothes. “You and Howard are having yours. He won’t lay a hand on you.” 

“But if he does,” She mumbles woefully against his finger. He trails his finger down to curl his fingers gently around her jaw. 

“If he does, he will have to answer to me.” 

She sniffles, lowering her eyes as she purses her lips, trying to stop the wobbling of her lips. He sighs softly, scooching forward with a murmur of, “Come here.” 

She leans into him and weeps openly, burying her face in his shoulder and gripping weakly at his shirt. He presses his face against her hair, gazing at the wall over her shoulder. Frank had worked to drive her into Howard’s arms, and now Howard has pushed her back into his. 

How can Frank possibly thank him?

-- 

Howard’s careful with you now, and quiet. Maybe he thinks if he does anything, you’ll go running to Frank. And you wouldn’t…Right away, and not unless it was bad enough. 

You’ve been on a new regimen of pills from Doctor Collins. You’ve made it a point to go to every dance class, to accept every invitation, and to check dinner party menus with Howard for his approval. 

You hate the way he watches you now—like he can take your skull apart, scramble your brain to forget that night, and put it back together. You force your smiles and give him obliging kisses, and let him take as he wants in bed. It’s easy to let him have what he wants when he’s home. 

He gets what he wants from you.

You get what you want from Frank.  

-- 

You sigh softly as Frank strokes his hand along your bare lower back. You’ve become just a little too accustomed to the feeling of being naked in his bed, pliable in his arms. Your cunt is slick and aching, throbbing from how he’d fucked you not too ago. 

“...Where is she?” 

You’re not supposed to ask, but you can never stop yourself. Frank doesn’t answer for a moment. You turn your head, drawing a pillow beneath it and shifting to look at him. His expression is indiscernible. 

“With Margaret,” He admits. “Trying to…Help.” 

“Help?” You repeat, frowning. “What’s wrong with her?” 

“...There’s nothing for you to worry about.” 

You open your mouth to ask another question, but Frank shakes his head, effectively silencing you. You go quiet as Frank pushes himself over you. He presses himself up against your back, dropping a kiss between your shoulders. He pushes himself closer, leaving not a sliver of daylight between the two of you. He tips his chin up, brushing his lips across your jaw. 

“...You’re worrying,” You mumble, “And I worry about what you worry about.” 

“I worry about you.” 

You huff, turning your head from him.

“You have no reason to worry about me,” You grumble. You hear Frank huff a soft laugh, feel him press even closer.

“None?” He plies. “Are you, or are you not, the woman that went running into the desert in the dead of night just months ago?” 

The reminder makes your stomach churn. You pull yourself out from under him, huffing and drawing your body out from beneath his. You curl your arms across your chest, drifting over to his window and leaning against it, looking out. You peer over the still pool, the pristinely landscaped backyard. It’s neat and tidy, just like everything else in Frank’s life. 

Everything but you.

It’s a moment before you feel the heat of Frank’s body behind you. He doesn’t reach for you right away. 

“It was a bad night,” You mumble. “I moved on.” 

“And you and Howard are alright?” 

Your fingers flex against your elbows. 

“It’s…Business as usual,” You answer carefully. Frank’s brows tip up, and you turn away again, jaw tight.

“We’re…Fine,” You spit. He steps a touch closer, gripping your jaw to turn your head toward him. 

“It’s that type of tone that makes me worry.” 

You lower your eyes to his bare chest, cowed by his insistence. He lowers his hand to your hip, turning you to face him. He pushes you back toward the window. You shiver as your back pushes up against the cool glass. You scooch back onto the windowsill, opening your legs for him to slot between as you raise your hands to rest on his sides. He tips your chin up, lowering his head and sucking a plush kiss to your neck. You shiver, letting your eyes slide shut. You lap broadly across your palm before you lower your hand between his thighs. He groans as you take him in hand, teeth closing around your skin and tugging. You gasp highly in your throat, thighs twitching around his as he sucks at the spot. 

“Frank,” You breathe, “Oh—don’t.”

This time, you mean it.

But he doesn't listen. He just continues to suck and tease the spot, pressing his hips down into your hand. You slide your hand over his length, groaning softly as you feel his cock twitch and harden. He leans away from your neck with a final suck, grasping your arm and tugging you up. He turns you around, pushing you face-first against the window and palming your hip to steady you. He presses his body up against yours, teasing his cock around along your aching slit. 

“You know,” He murmurs, pushing his hips and grinding lightly against you, “I’ve been talking with Howard.” 

Normally you’d bristle at the mention, but your head is spinning with his touch and voice, the press of his body against yours, and the tantalizing slip of his cock. 

“Oh?” You manage. 

“He wants a child.” 

The thought of bearing Howard’s child makes you go tense and still, eyes widening in horror. But Frank just eases his cock into the slick clutch of your cunt, lips brushing the shell of your ear with a murmur: 

“Let’s give him one.” 

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[alittlemxchievous]

Oh god this isn’t gonna go well, but I’ll give it a shot, everything that I’m into that I think counts as a kink, go: diapers, Abdl, pet play, pony play, puppy play, chastity, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, painal, object insertion, water sports, bondage, gags, impact play (specifically spanking), cnc, somno, monsterfucking, censored porn, latex, leather, nose hooks, anal hooks, enemas, omo, public exposure, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cuckholding, cuckqueaning, double penetration, bukkake, gang bangs, orgies, collars, predicament bondage, feet, humiliation, training in other languages, hypnosis, loss of control, lifestyle change, free use, slime girls, facefucking, being ignored, sph, prejac, breast reduction, breast enhancement, bitchsuits, hobbles, one bar prisons, gimp suits, clothed dom nude sub, fisting, hentai, ahegao, blindfolds, brain drain, forniphilia, breast torture, hucow, directed sub on sub, various clothing fetishes. Some of these definitely have overlap but hey, trying for volume I guess. PinkDuctTape 💝

9/10 valiant effort.

#kae answers #pinkducktape

[doberbutts]

followthebluebell

I can't believe that square enix, the prettyboy video game company, has made a prettyboy character.

Honestly I think there’s more to it than that BUT I also laughed really hard at this reply because it’s true.

While Squeenix is known for its very pretty men, it’s also known for its big tiddy anime girlfriends as well as for its men who are practical paragons with godlike strength and abilities (thus the name “Squeenix”, for western anime culture oldies). In other words, Sephiroth might be pretty, you could even call him somewhat feminine with his face and hair, but he is very recognizably male and has been in most of his iterations due to the big tiddy anime girl characters that line the rest of the cast, Tifa and Scarlet being the worst offenders of that category. And, remember, when they first announced that Tifa would be getting a breast reduction and her miniskirt was going to have shorts underneath for “more realism”, the fanboys rioted claiming that somehow Tifa going from F to D cups and not allowing panty shots when she does her high kicks violated their freedom of speech and censorship from a fascist dictator government. I’m not joking.

While he is pretty (and wearing bondage gear, is2g someone at Squeenix has a very clever excuse for why all of these characters are in some form of kink costuming) he’s also clearly male. Nothing about him besides the length of hair and the delicate features on his face, both of which have in-canon explanations, really scream “feminine” or “girlish”.

And, the same with Tifa, whose interests, fighting style, and bearing should make her more masculine, but she is clearly female.

Even Cloud in the dress is still recognizably Cloud, and thus recognizably male. So even though Square has been playing with gender for literal decades, I don’t know that we’ve ever had them put their foot down and say “what if bodies were just bodies and we didn’t exaggerate secondary sex characteristics for our protagonists? what if you couldn’t tell male from female at first glance? what then?” Cloud’s time in the dress both in the original and in the remake is mostly played for laughs, but in interviews the intention was for that segment of the game to show “gender-free spaces” as good and freeing, even if they were odd to a rigidly gendered audience. How much they succeeded really depends on the viewer’s interpretation.

Again, from a western perspective, it seems to me like someone fairly high up the ladder of this company has always at minimum been an ally for Japan’s LGBT population, if not directly involved with that community. Like I said, it just seems to me that Square Enix and its subsidy Live Wire heard the “if you don’t like it make your own” and... made their own, as they have been doing for decades. And the gamer bros are mad about it because they don’t have a godlike huge muscled paragon like Sephiroth to play as, nor a big tiddy anime girlfriend like Tifa, and thus how dare they give us protag models with little-to-no difference between male and female.

[thechubbiestlamb]

Super Fatty RPG: Expanded

Holy SHIT you guys, it's the Super Fatty RPG. This'll be the first kink-game I've ever paid for (there is, however, a free version). I gotta warn ya, this review gets EXTENSIVE (and spoiler-free!).

Gameplay: I'm gonna be completely honest, I have 17 hours of playtime in this game in order to get all the endings (and occasionally enjoy myself) and good-golly-gosh there's a LOT of content. We're talking 3 quest-lines, 2 side-quests, 35 NPCs with full dialogue (actually there's probably more that I just forgot about!), a mystery to solve, a book of lore, and more! Combat can work a variety of ways: beat enemies to a pulp! charm your way into their heart! swallow them whole (if you're big enough)! feed them until they can't move! outsmart them in a riddle-contest??? The choice is yours! And the way that there are a variety of goals that your opponent can have, so that you losing the battle could mean different things??? Incredible. I was so utterly blown away by the variety offered by this game. I have a single negative about this game, however: the power scaling is way too steep. You either are way too weak to face monsters or way too strong. Once you unlock all of the moves from the gym and gain a few weight-classes it's not uncommon to start one-shotting the mini-bosses, which on one hand makes the vore option much easier, but on the other hand it makes it impossible to just enjoy a fight where the enemy is force-feeding you boxes of chocolate or whatever it is they have. Honestly I deleted my first save because I thought I'd need way more Power, and ended up defeating one of the final bosses in two hits. I genuinely recommend only upgrading your Power after you've been defeated by something.

Kink: Hoo boy, where to start? As stated earlier, the sheer variety is where the game shines: feeder, feedee, vore (eat people, objects, or get eaten yourself), immobility, gurgling, furry, cow-transformation, pregnancy, inflation (slime, air, blueberry, and breast), tube-feeding, breast-feeding, intox, lycanthropy, vampirism, macro/giantism, and probably others that I couldn't find! I'll be posting some spoiler-free tips on this blog if you don't want to go digging through the walkthrough for where to find each kink. Another great feature of the game are the options you have for maintaining whatever size you want; if the higher weight-levels are just too big for your taste, you can reduce your size using the gym, F-ATMs, or buying the Reduction Bracelet. Don't worry: you maintain all of the stat buffs from the highest weight-level you've reached. With so many options you'll definitely find yourself spending extra time in certain areas to enjoy the kinks offered there. On top of all that: if you find yourself unable to project yourself onto a blank, featureless character, then you can INSERT YOUR OWN ART! That's right! The game has three separate spritesheets for you to choose from and edit! Granted, it can take a hell of a lot of time to draw over all 240 sprites (and that's 240 sprites for each of the 3 levels of badonkers, so if you're interested in swapping between sizes that's more like 720). Still, there's a handful of community-made spritesheets available for download!

Overall: 10 / 10 Slam-grandwiches

#gamereview #sfrpg

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#5

Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 6

Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.6K

“Nice to have you both here to play this game for Run BTS,” the producer started. “How are you feeling?”

“I’d say that I’m ready,” you replied. 

“I’m a little nervous but not too much,” Taehyung added.

“Ok, I just have a few introductory questions before we start,” the producer continued. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“We just had our 9 year anniversary,” you grinned. 

“And how did you meet?”

“We were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend,” Taehyung said. 

“Ok. Now, for the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Yep,” you and Taehyung responded at the same time. 

“Y/N, why don’t you start with the first question?”

“Alright,” you nodded, reaching out and grabbing a card. “Would you ever want me to have cosmetic surgery or plastic surgery, and on what part of my body and why?”

“I would want you to get a breast reduction because you’ve been complaining about the stress that they put on your back,” Taehyung answered. 

“You suffer from back pain Y/N?” The producer asked. 

“Yeah, they grew during my pregnancies with Spence and Eli and the twins,” you explained. “With the weight gain, they never really went back to their original size and the added weight has been putting strain on my back as a result.”

“And it’s really painful for her some days so I would want to reduce that for you,” Taehyung said. 

“I might look into it, we’ll see,” you shrugged. “Your turn.”

“What is the most sexually adventurous thing you’d let me do to you?” He questioned.

“I’m taking the shot,” you replied as you reached for the soju. 

“Is that your way of saying that you’d let me do anything to you?” Taehyung inferred. 

“This is my way of not answering the question because it’s embarrassing,” you giggled before swallowing down the alcohol. 

“Honestly, I’ve been able to convince her to try some things that I never thought she would,” Taehyung muttered as he turned to look directly at the camera. 

“Which is a result of me trusting you so much so husbands out there, take note,” you joked. “My turn now. What was the wildest kink you have ever done or that you'd like to do with your partner?”

“For us, I’d say the wildest one was when you let me eat your ass,” Taehyung replied, making you groan loudly as you hid your face in your hands. “Didn’t think she would let me but when you agreed, I was all for it.”

“You’re so embarrassing,” you whined.

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#4

Truth or Drink: A Run BTS! Special Part 7

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play truth or drink for Run BTS.

Warnings: Some sexual questions.

WC: 1.2K

“Are either of you feeling nervous about this game?” The producer asked. 

“Nope,” you shook your head. 

“Me either,” Jungkook agreed. “I’m excited to find out what Y/N has been keeping from me.”

“I’m not keeping anything from you,” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Let’s start with a few questions for the both of you first,” the producer said. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Six years in total,” Jungkook replied. 

“And how did you meet?”

“We met in school and ended up just staying in touch,” you added. 

“Ok, well let me get into the basics of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you both replied. 

“Jungkook, start us off,” the producer instructed him. 

“Alright,” he nodded as he grabbed a card. “We all have an ideal or dream partner. Do I give you everything, or almost everything, that you want or are searching for in a partner?”

“You give me almost everything,” you answered easily. 

“Almost everything?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m attentive, loving, a great father to the girls, and I fuck you like no one else. What else could you ask for?”

“For you to be a little less immature sometimes,” you shot back. “I love how childlike you are but it also isn’t fun having to be the responsible one most of the time.”

“You should have just taken the drink,” he pouted, making you laugh.

“There’s no fun in that,” you giggled as you grabbed a card. “What is the one thing that annoys you the most about me? What is my most annoying trait or habit?”

“I’m taking the shot,” he sighed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

“Aw, come on,” you goaded him. “Don’t wanna get something off your chest?”

“With how you never forget things?” He chuckled. “No, I’m good.” You watched with a smile as he quickly took his shot before he picked up a new card. “Is there anyone that you have the hots for among your workmates or acquaintances in the neighborhood?”

“No, I work alone so I have no coworkers,” you giggled. 

“Thank God because I don’t know if I’d have the energy to constantly threaten men’s lives the way Yoongi hyung has to do with his wife,” Jungkook sighed. 

“You literally wouldn’t be forced to do that, crazy ass,” you shook your head. 

“Crazy about you,” he cooed as he blew a kiss to you and you just rolled your eyes as you grabbed the next question.

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#3

Truth or Drink: A Run!BTS Special Part 2

Yoongi x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff, crack

Summary: You and your husband play a game of Truth or Drink for Run BTS

Warnings: Some sexual questions and innuendos (you guys know the Mins lol) and a brief mention of “unaliving” but nothing serious

WC: 1.4K

“Are either of you nervous?” The producer asked after you and Yoongi had sat down at the table across from each other.

“I don’t think we are, no,” Yoongi shook his head. 

“The two of us are so honest with each other in general, so I’m curious to see if we’ll find out something new,” you added.

“How long have the two of you been together?” The producer asked. 

“13 years,” you replied. 

“And how did you meet?”

“Uh, the clean version?” Yoongi laughed. “We met at a club.”

“Ok so here’s the rules of the game,” the producer began. “The two of you will ask each other questions and the other can either answer it truthfully or take a drink and not have to answer the question. We have a lovely selection of spirits right next to you on the table, as well as some regular juice and water as well. Sound good?”

“Great,” you and Yoongi both said. 

“Y/N, you can start us off and pick the first question.”

“Ok,” you reached out and picked a card up, reading over it before laughing. “I feel like I already know his answer to this.”

“What is it?” Yoongi asked. 

“When we are in an argument or a serious discussion, do you ever just go ahead and apologize, not because you feel you are wrong, but because you just want the argument to end?” You wondered. 

“Oh, all the fucking time,” Yoongi confirmed. “Min is literally the worst person to argue with because she doesn’t forget anything and she never lets shit go.”

“You don’t either.”

“But the question wasn’t asking about me,” he chuckled. “My life is much easier if I just let her win.”

“He’s learned,” you smiled. “Your go.”

“Who is your bias in BTS?” Yoongi wondered.

“You are,” you responded.

“Is he really?” The producer questioned. 

“Oh, for sure,” you nodded. “And I’m not just saying that because he’s my husband. He knows that I’m the biggest Suga and Agust D fan.”

“She is,” Yoongi agreed with a smile. 

“Have you ever thought about cheating on me?” You read the next question. 

“When you say that, what would be considered cheating?” He wondered.

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#2

Mins’ Grammy Smut

Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (they’re married), squirting, creampie, and Reader kind of, blacks out?, for a few seconds lol but nothing bad

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah Min?”

“Why are you still dressed?” You questioned once he had shut and locked the door to your hotel room. The Grammys had ended about two hours prior and after Yoongi’s VLive with the other members, you had all but dragged him back to your room because you had been insanely horny ever since you had seen your husband come out in his white suit before the group hit the red carpet. 

“Min, I’m not fucking you tonight,” Yoongi declared and you whipped your head to the side in order to glare at him.

“What the fuck? Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pacing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. “If I fuck you, I am going to get you pregnant.”

“And?” You smiled as you reached down and set your hands on his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. “That’s fine with me.”

“Yeah, you say that now,” Yoongi chuckled. You just rolled your eyes as you got his belt undone, pulling it through the straps and off of his body before throwing it onto the ground. 

“I mean it,” you told him. “I want you to fuck me and then come deep inside of me.”

“Min,-” he tried to say but you cut him off with a hard kiss to his lips. He instantly returned the kiss, his hands trailing downwards and settling themselves on your hips. 

“Fuck me baby, please?” You whispered against his lips and he nodded without hesitation, grabbing your waist before lifting you up off of the ground. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him messily as he walked you over to the nearest wall and pressed you up against it.

“Do you care about your panties?” Yoongi asked and you shook your head hastily, knowing exactly why he was asking. 

“Fuck them.” was all you said before you felt the pull of fabric against your inner thighs and a following sound of the fabric ripping. Yoongi then pushed your dress up with one hand while continuing to hold you up with the other one. 

“Pull me out baby,” he instructed you and you reached down, pulling his cock out of his slacks and holding him steady as he lowered you down onto his length. 

“Fuck,” you drawled, wrapping your arms around his neck as Yoongi began to fuck into you deeply and steadily. 

“This first one is gonna be fast so hold onto me,” Yoongi told you.

“First one?”

“You really thought I was only gonna fuck you once?” Yoongi huffed. “This is gonna be an all night thing baby.”

“Lucky me,” you smiled, a moan escaping you right after when Yoongi managed to brush against your g-spot. The two of you stayed like that, Yoongi fucking you against the wall as you held onto him and moaned filthily in his ear. The sight of the two of you honestly looked like a scene from a porno, the both of you still fully dressed except for where Yoongi was fucking into you. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet baby,” Yoongi grumbled, setting his head against your shoulder. “And so tight. You’re milking my cock baby.”

“G-Gonna c-c-c,-” you tried to warn him but you were cut off by your orgasm slamming into you, literally taking your breath away as your head fell back against the wall. 

“Good girl Min, good girl,” Yoongi praised you with a smile. “You wanna give me another one?”

“I-I don’t think I can,” you whimpered, your grip on him tightening as you stretched out his shirt. “You made me come so fucking hard Yoongs.”

“Just hold on for me baby,” he murmured and you nodded, moaning lightly when he kissed you passionately. As your tongues slid against each other’s, you felt another orgasm welling up inside of your gut. 

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi,” you chanted your husband’s name and hearing you call out his name only further pushed him towards his orgasm as well.

“Come with me Min, come with me,” Yoongi encouraged you and you nodded, allowing your body to fall into the feeling of your orgasm. You’re pretty sure that you blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you knew, Yoongi’s cum was inside of you and your own essence was dripping down your thighs onto the floor. 

“Fuck,” you sighed tiredly, letting your body fall limp and luckily, Yoongi still had a hold on you so it was effortless for him to slide down onto the floor and hold you in his lap. 

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My #1 post of 2022

BTS Kink Series: Post Concert Sex

Genre/Rate: 18+, smut, established relationship (the couples from the Wedding Series)

Summary: Literally what the title implies lol

Warnings: smut, degradation, exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, hand jobs, anal play, squirting, and creampies

Wc: 2.1K

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @afangirllikeme-blog​ for putting this idea into my head and making me write my first reaction post in almost two years lol! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Kim Seokjin

“Jinnie, fuck,” you whimpered, holding onto Jin’s forearms as he fucked into you steadily. After their first concert in Seoul in over two years, Jin had experienced the huge adrenaline rush that came along with performing a three hour show in front of their fans. In an effort to work off some of that adrenaline, Jin suggested indulging in something that the two of you hadn’t been able to do since before the pandemic hit: post concert sex.

“You feel so good jagi,” Jin groaned before biting down harshly on his lip. 

“Please, please,” you begged.

“What do you want baby?” Jin cooed as looked down at you. “All you have to do is tell me and you know I’ll give it to you.”

“Wanna come,” you whispered. 

“Ok baby,” he nodded with a smile, bringing one of his hands up to his mouth and letting some spit slide onto the pads of his fingers. He then reached down and set those fingers against your clit, rubbing firmly on the bundle of nerves. He then used his free hand to press down on your belly gently, which made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. Your body instantly bucked against his, a steady string of moans falling from your lips as Jin fucked you to your orgasm. 

“O-oh, oh, just like that,” you encouraged him, wrapping your arms around his middle section and letting your nails press into the skin on his back. “I’m gonna come Jin.”

“Go ahead baby, let me feel you,” he smiled. You threw your head back, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls seemed to become impossibly tighter around Jin’s cock, which had him groaning loudly as he came inside of you. 

“The best girl,” Jin praised you, leaning down and pressing kisses all over your face which made you giggle loudly. 

Min Yoongi

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1,909 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

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[star1117-archives]

Learn the alphabet w/ ATEEZ !!

Red - Not drafted Orange - Drafted Green - Released

Acrophilia - sexually excited by heights, or doing sexual acts at great heights.

-> soaring (J.WY)

Body painting - sexual arousal to the act of painting bodies.

-> paint me naked (K.HJ)

Cuckolding - a sexual obsession in which one gets aroused by watching their partner having sex with another.

-> you, me and him (J.YH + ?)

Discipline - a practice of training a submissive to be obedient to a dominant, punishment inflicted for a defined infraction.

-> ? (C.JH)

Exhibitionism - a sexual interest in showing one's naked body unexpectedly to strangers is called exhibitionism.

-> fit check (K.HJ)

Face sitting - getting excited about sitting on the face of the other person and thus receiving oral pleasure.

-> ? (P.SH)

Gags - revolves around putting a restriction in the mouth. This restriction prevents the wearer from talking.

-> ? (C.JH)

Hybristophilia - when one is turned on by the fact someone has committed a crime, they especially enjoy being the partner of a criminal.

-> ? (K. HJ)

Impact play - individuals who enjoy striking or being struck for sexual pleasure engage in this kink. Spanking is a type of impact play.

-> ? (J.YH)

Japanese bondage - the exact term for this practice is Shibari or Kinbaku. One who enjoys this kink create knot art and tie their partner tightly with a rope.

-> all tied up (K.YS)

Katoptronophilia - a kink for mirrors. One will enjoy sex or masturbation in front of mirrors.

-> mirror, mirror (K.YS)

Lactation fetish - getting sexually aroused by lactating breasts, breastfeeding, or both

-> you’re a pervert, song mingi (S.MG)

Medical play - a patient and doctor role play. When one enjoys imitating a medical examination, sometimes also with suitable sex toys. In extreme cases, practitioners of this category might take advantage of actual doctors, nurses, or patients.

-> ? (C.S)

Narratophilia - a kink for telling or listening to dirty stories.

-> ? (J.WY)

Orgasm denial/control - a sexual pleasure derived from the restriction of orgasms. The prohibition usually leads to an even more enhanced, intense pleasure.

-> hold it (P.SH)

Pet play - any kink where someone acts like a domesticated pet. Cats and dogs are especially common with leashes, collars and food/water dishes used as props.

-> kitty (P.SH)

Quirofilia - an excessive sexual preference for hands.

-> ? (J.YH)

Role reversal - a man might play a female role, or be the one who gets penetrated rather than the one who does the penetrating.

-> ? (S.MG)

Sensory deprivation - removal or reduction of the stimuli of one or more senses in a sexual context. Objects such as blindfolds, hoods, or earmuffs can reduce sight and hearing.

-> ? (C.JH)

Tripsolagnophilia - deriving sexual arousal from a massage.

-> Tense (S.MG)

Underwear fetish - when one gets turned on by undergarments, including panties, stockings, pantyhose, and bras, among others.

-> ? (S.MG)

Voyeurism - the sexual interest in watching individuals get undressed, naked, or have sexual intercourse.

-> ? (J.WY)

Wax play - a subcategory of temperature play. When one enjoys dripping the wax from a hot candle to their partners' skin.

-> ? (K.YS)

Xenophilia - when you are sexually attracted to that which is different or unknown to you and based on your experiences. Some examples of this would be the sexual attraction to vampires or werewolves.

-> ? (C.S)

Y - yellow wildcard. No one knows what to expect.

-> ? (OT8)

Zelophilia - getting turned on by the feeling of jealousy. One can live out their desires by encouraging their partners to have sex with other people

-> you’re fucking ridiculous (C.S)

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[ofhouseadama]

Julian: hey… garak… so I took a bath after having finally convinced miles and keiko to go out for date night instead of fussing over me and their baby and. Well. Remember when I taught you about Murphy's law? Please help.

Garak: okay I'm going to be so normal about this, I'm just going to help him out of the tub and- oh you missed some soap, doctor.

Julian: oh thats not soap, I'm lactating (proceeds to ramble about breast reduction and subpar teaching material that assumes all top surgery is a mastectomy on top of that)

Garak: I can't be normal about this I can't I can't why does this happen to me why are mammals like this why is the Federation like this

Garak didn't plan developing a lactation kink but like... he can make room for one

#ask #bijoumikhawal #something something excuse about sucking the clog out of a duct #otp: there's hope for you yet #the cardassian cultural breeding kink