Pup Aster

Rolling their eyes? Pouting? Blindfold them.

Getting feisty? Tie their hands behind their back.

Talking back? Gag their pretty little mouth.

Acting all smug? Edge them until they’re crying.

boys in crop tops

boys in chokers

boys in fishnets

boys in thigh highs

boys in lingerie

Because there's a lot of fresh faces on this blog and some people aren't getting this.

Consent is mandatory. If you interact with someone's post and they tell you you've made them uncomfortable, oblige them and remove yourself from the situation, take down your post, unfollow them, etc. Your kink is not above someone else's comfort. Follow up: if you see "men DNI" or "women DNI", etc. clearly listed and you belong to said group, do not fucking interact

Put your age in your bio. I don't know how many times you people have to see that before you do it. If you are not forthcoming with your age, you do not get to interact with adult content. People can't consent to you if you don't say how old you are. If you're actually a minor, leave. You're endangering people by being here.

Do not impose your kinks on someone else's post. Especially on non-sexualized posts and ESPECIALLY if you do not know them.

Do not send unsolicited sexual messages. Especially with people who you have never interacted with before. It's creepy. And with people you do know? It still needs to be solicited, bucko. Ask them first.

Treat online kink like you would treat kink in person. If you ignore consent, boundaries, and comfort in a real kink community, you are no longer welcome in that community. Full stop.

Aw, what a sweetheart~

I’m wandering around in the outskirts of my village, where the dense forest starts to creep up on the outermost buildings. I’m simply taking a walk to clear my head, admiring the early-spring flowers and the mild chill in the air, before I get the sense that something might be wrong when I hear the underbrush to my left being frantically bulldozed through. I don’t have time to react before a big, scale-covered creature with beautiful curled horns, broad shoulders, dragon-like legs, and a tooth-filled snout crashes into me at full speed, picks me up, and then sprints back deep into the woods at a terrifying speed with me held close to its chest, dodging surprisingly nimbly around the trees for something of its size.

It - he? - finally slows down when we get back to its - his - lair: the space between two enormous boulders that are both more like small hills than lone rocks. The entrance is marked by two fallen trees leaning against each other over it, forming a tent-like structure and serving to make the door less visible to outsiders. When we get inside, he pulls another log up to the hole to close it with a single hand, still holding me in the other, which gives a good picture of the kind of strength I’d be dealing with if I decided to fight.

Then, he turns away from the entrance and lifts me to his face. To my surprise, though, he doesn’t open his maw to eat me; instead, he presses his snout to my lips, forcing a long tongue down my throat in what I realize is his version of a kiss. I choke and gag on the slimy appendage, caught off-guard - and unwillingly turned on.

“You,” he rumbles after he pulls his tongue out of my mouth, “are even more beautiful up close.”

I don’t even have the words for the amount of questions that his statement immediately floods my head with.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he continues, his voice deeper, primal, bigger than any human voice I’ve ever heard before. “I just had to have you. You were too bewitching a sight to let go, and your body and scent have haunted my dreams.” As a disoriented tangential thought, I find it interesting that creatures like this can actually dream - but that concept is gone a moment later when he starts tearing off my clothes. “There’s no need for you to wear these around me,” he says. “I want to see your naked form all the time, unobscured.”

I’m distantly flattered, but the primary thought going through my head is just what the fuck repeated over and over again.

“And now that I have you, I want to be able to have you whenever I want, without clothing in the way,” he growls more urgently. I look down, and I immediately see what he means - he’s sporting a massive, dripping hard-on, half-again the length of my forearm and as thick around as my thigh, with a tapered head. My first thought is the knowledge that he’s doing this to me without my consent, but my second is the knowledge that said non-consent is turning me on...and just looking at what he’s equipped with isn’t making things any better.

The monster inhales deeply, slowly through his nose, and I realize that he probably has a sharper sense of smell than any human - which means that he can probably tell that I’m getting wetter by the second. Like he’s confirming as much, he lowers me until I’m face-to-face with the evidence of his desire. “I can tell you like it,” he rumbles. “Go on, have a taste. It’s just a nice preview of what I’m going to do to you.”

I hesitate, but then - both turned on and scared of the monster’s enormous talons - I lean forward and catch a drop of precum from the side of his cock, dragging my tongue all the way up so that I can latch my lips around the very tip and get more of it into my mouth. It’s salty, strong, with a bitter aftertaste that somewhat lingers in the back of my mouth - but he has a smell, a musk that’s downright intoxicating.

He laughs, a strange sound to hear from something so clearly inhuman. “See, isn’t that nice? Now-” He puts me down on the floor and pins me in place with one hand, positioning himself with the other. “You’re already gorgeous, and I can only imagine you’ll make noises to match.”

He forces the tip into me, and I’m already stretched wide, even just this much wider than anything I’ve ever taken before. I arch my back as much as I can, the monster keeping me mostly immobile, and I cry out in surprise, pain, and an uncomfortable amount of pleasure.

“Oh, just like that,” the monster growls. “That’s so pretty, keep making sounds like that for me, beautiful little thing.” He slowly, slowly sinks himself deeper. “I’m hardly having to make an effort because you’re already so wet, taking me so well.” He shifts his hips slightly, then suddenly pushes into me much deeper. “Do you like it?”

He already told me that he can smell that I like it, and I manage to gasp as much - but the monster laughs quietly.

“I want to hear you say it,” he rumbles. “I want to hear your pretty voice breaking while you tell me how good it feels.”

I obey, telling him in a shaky voice interspersed with small yelps and whimpers that it feels good, it feels really good and I like how big he is.

“You like being small? You like taking something as big as me?” he asks. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined. I thought you would be a lot more opposed to this at first.” His hips finally meet mine, and it feels like he’s filling my entire torso and then some. “But this feels good?”

I’m struggling to put sentences together, but I still get enough of a hold on my words to say in a slightly-strangled voice that yes, it feels good, it feels so good, holy shit, please fuck me this feels so good oh fuck-

“That’s perfect, you’re so perfect.” He starts thrusting, but does not start slow. “I’m so happy that your pretty little body is mine, I’m so lucky that you can take me so well, so beautiful...”

He keeps showering me with compliments and praise even as he pounds into me over and over and over again. I can’t resist or even pretend to fight - I’ve completely lost control at this point, so I simply give in and moan for him, begging, pleading, my cries and howls of pleasure echoing from the cave walls, intertwined with the monster’s satisfied growls and grunts.

At one point, he finally puts enough force into his movements to break through my cervix and start fucking my womb directly. He hisses in pleasure, apparently appreciative of the new tightness - but his reaction is nothing compared to mine, an explosive orgasm that makes my legs shake and my eyes roll back in my head and my voice crack.

“You like me breaking you?” he breathes, his voice half-awed and half-rough with pure lust. “You’re absolutely incredible. Most other people would be scared or angry, but here you are, and I’m lucky enough to have you moaning on my cock.”

At this point, I can’t help myself - I tell him how good it feels, how badly I want him to break me, it feels so good, please fuck my womb, break me, please...

“I’ll be more than glad to,” he snarls, and speeds up his already-brutal pace.

I think at the start of the trance stiff is nice (for characters caught off guard or trying to fight it) but as it sinks in, the character slowly goes limp as they’re made to relax - or else go limp all at once when the fight leaves them in one go.

Videogame characters regularly do things that real life people cannot do.