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Jeremy looked shocked and outraged. “You’ve been scolding my Doms?!” He exclaimed, aghast. Then he blanched, and his face morphed into righteous indignation. “You’re the reason nobody wants to play with me twice!” He jabbed his finger in Jean’s chest.
“None of them are worth your gift,” Jean retorted, ignoring the finger. “You deserve better. If they were Doms worth their weight in salt, they would know how to take better care of you, and would have put you in your place so you would not dare to say you have had enough aftercare when you so clearly have not.”
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Or, Jeremy is having a hard time finding a good Dom at the BDSM club Jean works at, since Jean keeps warning his play partners away after they don't do enough for him. Jeremy thinks if Jean's so certain no Doms are good enough for him, Jean should do it himself. It's a little more complicated than that.This was inspired by @zombiecowboy65 's heinous post
https://www.tumblr.com/zombiecowboy65/788162979356196864/ok-now-i-have-something-mildly-insane-to-say-bdsm all I can say is I'm sorry & I hope this works for youBookmarked by StarlightStag
04 Dec 2025
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Jean pats his cheek. “Good dog.”
It was supposed to be a joke. Speak. Lay down. Stay. Jean had been giving commands the entire time, moving Jeremy exactly where he wanted while he figured out how to take them both apart.
Jeremy doesn’t laugh.
Jeremy trembles, irises wide and bright and euphoric. A high-pitched gasp rises from his throat—Jean would call it a cry if he had to put a name to it.
Jean can’t tell if it’s a good or bad noise.
Time seems to pause. A pit forms in his gut.
“Jeremy…” he says slowly. “What was that?”
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AKA: The trials and tribulations of Jean bottoming consensually for the first time. Complete with: trying to fist-fight your trauma, numerous naked conversations about deep psychological issues, responsibilities of being a dog owner, and calling your partner a good boy while he tops you.
(Edits made 25/4/25)
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21 Nov 2025
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Her grip is too tight and Aaron is too drunk. Her thigh is so warm between his legs—when she grinds into him and a spark of pleasure rolls up his spine, Aaron feels nauseous. “Fuck off.”
“Why don’t you calm down and dance for a while?”
“I was calm before you fucking touched me—“
“Shh shh, it’s okay, just relax and—“ she grinds into him again, hand reaching down to grope his ass.
“Andrew!” Aaron yells over the music. He doesn’t know if he’s even audible, because everything is so loud and they’re all drunk, but he has to try. “Andrew!”
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AKA: Aaron cares about autonomy. The right to choose what happens to your body, when and where.
That’s why, at Eden’s Twilight, when a woman grabs ahold of Aaron on the dance floor and doesn’t let go despite his attempts, he breaks down once more.
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20 Nov 2025
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Dammit, Laila. Damn her and her stupid toys. Damn her and her date-night with Cat, leaving Jean alone in the house. Damn her and the laughably large bottle of lube she gave him, as if he would ever use that much. Damn her and her suggestion to be loud.
The bulge in Jean’s sweats is distracting. Aching. Legs crossed, he shoves a palm over it in hopes of easing the tension. It doesn’t work.
“This is stupid,” he says to himself, because Laila said to feel free to. “This is a horrible idea.”
Heartbeat pounding across his body, Jean grumbles despite the fact that no one can hear him complain. It is so stupid—but he really, really wants release. He hates touching himself, but this is a barrier he may benefit from.
Jean picks up the toy.
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Based on fanart by @midgart on Tumblr
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20 Nov 2025
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Wednesday and Xavier make a deal. “And if I let you hurt me physically, that’s enough? For you to not hurt me in other ways?”
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25 Sep 2025
