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Welcome to No Nut Kinkvember 2025.

You see these prompts? No Nut Kinkvember is about turning these prompts into a sex thing. How you turn them into a sex thing is entirely up to you, along with what kind of sex thing you turn them into, and creativity is encouraged.

Where and when will No Nut Kinkvember be hosted?

No Nut Kinkvember will be hosted on Tumblr and AO3 during the month of November. There will be an AO3 collection to add your works to, created a month before the event in October, and if you @ this blog in posts they will be reblogged. There will also be a submissions box open that you can submit posts to.

The Tumblr tag for this event will be #nonutkinkvember2025, which I will also be looking at for posts to reblog, so make sure to tag your works!

What are the rules?

THIS EVENT IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. MINORS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE.

This event is writing only, because I find that easier to moderate. That being said, if you want to draw out prompts on your own and share them in your own spaces, feel free! The tag will also allow art. I just won't host it on the Tumblr blog.

Any and all kinks are allowed. Just make sure to tag all kinks present in the work, and add warnings as applicable in a typical AO3 submission.

Do not harass people for their submitted work, for any reason. Yes, this includes for their kinks.

This is a universal fandom event! Anyone of any fandom can join. OCs are welcome too!

If you want to submit a fully original work, I'd recommend either posting it to a different site than AO3 and linking it in a Tumblr post, or just submitting the link through the submissions box of this blog. If you share your work in a Tumblr post, or use the submission feature, you still need to tag your content with all kinks present in the work, and any warnings as applicable.

If your writing is self-contained in a Tumblr post, as opposed to linking from somewhere else, please add a read more at most after an introductory paragraph or two.

Submission entry will start on November 1st and will close on November 30.

More rules will be added if/when the need for more rules arises. If more rules are added, I will edit this post and make a new post detailing the new full list of rules and specifying any additions.

Again, I'll be checking the #nonutkinkvember2025 tag too, and I'm excited to see what everyone does for this event! :]

The ask box will always be open, so don't be afraid to drop by in the meantime!

#nonutkinkvember2025 #saving for later

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mistmessenger · 7 hours ago

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I'll Be Yours

Puppy Pet hatches a plan to get his owner to scent mark him in a new way, but trying to communicate this is difficult. Thank you again to the lovely people that encouraged me and please check the tags before you read!! READ ON AO3 / PREVIOUS PART, NSFW, 2k words, dog's dinner verse, puppy Pet x owner AFAB!reader, dom/sub, puppy play, rough penis in vagina sex, dub-con for: piss kink and humiliation elements, full tags on AO3!

The little nest you’ve both made in your bed is the greatest combat for the cold. It’s chilly enough that even Pet is wearing clothes. The t-shirt is yours; it’s a little small on him, stretched over his torso and showing off his fuzzy, pudgy belly. You’ve been warming your hands there, basking in how soft and warm he is as you snuggle together and watch TV. You’re doing your best to ignore how low his sweatpants are slung on his hips; you know if you looked down, you’d get very much distracted by the bloom of dark curls peeking out from the waistband.

Instead, you put down your empty mug of tea and lean back against the pillows as he nuzzles into your neck. You haven’t even been awake that long, but the call of sleep beckons you, the buzz of the TV fading into the background. You sigh, and Pet kisses the underside of your jaw before he settles down as well.

You don’t know how long you doze for; you drift in and out of sleep, doing your best to ignore the growing fullness of your bladder that threatens to disturb your rest. You’re shifting around, frowning and hoping it’ll go away because you don’t want to have to leave the warmth of Pet’s arms. As you’ve been sleeping and fidgeting, he’s pulled you half into his lap and is holding you there.

It’s you pawing at his chest and groaning softly, “Pet, baby, gotta move.”

He huffs against the top of your head and holds you tighter, unwilling to budge. The arm wrapped around your shoulders pulls you in impossibly closer, the talons of his other hand dig into the meat of your thigh. He’s in one of his clingier moods and, honestly, you’re not even mad about it. You don’t want to leave this cosy, safe haven you’ve created. You can wait a little longer.

The next time you wake, you come to with your thighs pressed tightly together as you squirm in Pet’s lap. You’re uncomfortably full, but the pressure borders on something almost pleasant. You’re pretty sure he’s been stroking and massaging your thigh as you slept, his thumb just dipping under the waistband of your pyjama shorts and skimming over the sensitive skin there. You wriggle a little in his hold, and you can feel how wet you are – fuck, he must be able to smell you too.

It’s tempting to stay like this, trapped in this bubble, arousal simmering and threatening to overspill. You want him to touch you, you need something to take this edge off, but your need to pee is getting intense enough that you have to concentrate on keeping it at bay.

It shouldn’t feel this good, should it? But he makes everything feel good.

Holding it any longer isn’t going to end well; the sharp pangs combined with the heat of your arousal are no longer possible to ignore. You sigh, concentrating on holding it in as you try to detangle yourself from your needy dog–

Only for him to pull you back in again, making you gasp as his thigh presses up against your sensitive cunt. “P-Pet, no… I…” you stumble over your words, the sudden movement almost breaking your concentration. You’re clenching tight, starting to tremble with the strain. He’s holding you there, palm pressing into your tailbone so you’re arching against him. You grab onto the front of his borrowed t-shirt and look up to see him already staring at you. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest, his heavy breaths, see his eyes blown dark.

Fuck. You don’t want to leave him like this, but you’ll only be gone a minute or two. Hell, he can come with you and wait outside the door, if he insists.

Your face is aflame, and you can’t meet his gaze, as you finally confess your predicament, “Baby… I n-need… I-I’ve gotta pee.”

Pet huffs at you, and doesn’t let go. He’s got both hands on your hips now to hold you in place. He’s throbbing against your own thigh, has been this whole time, and you’re trying so fucking hard not to keep squirming and jostling him but you’re fighting a losing battle.

You push his chest, frowning at him now, leaning back. “Seriously! I-I really need to go, o-okay?” you make it as clear as possible, getting impatient now.

He growls, gripping you tighter, “mine.”

Your stomach flutters, and you hope he can’t feel you clenching harder.

You try your best to school your expression into something firm, but your lip’s quivering, and you can hear your pulse pounding in your ears. “I’m not playing,” you tell him, even though you’re quite sure he knows. “L-let me up, Pet. N-now.”

You’re so full that you can’t stand it any longer. You don’t even know if getting up is a good idea, but you’re an adult, you can hold it just a bit more. Still, you find yourself praying to every deity above and below that, if you’re fast enough, you can make it to the bathroom in time.

Pet isn’t listening. He’s panting now, mouth open, defiant as he stares back at you.

You can’t help it, you can’t keep still as the pressure continues to mount. You try to swallow a desperate little keen as you shudder and rock jerkily against his thigh, fighting the growing urge to let go.

“Please,” you hiccup, and you shouldn’t have to beg him for anything, but you’re left with no other option, “P-Pet, it hurts.”

He lets you grind and wriggle, but he’s still stopping you from getting up. Every heavy breath rumbles, edging on a growl. And then you realise what’s happening: you realise he’s doing this on purpose.

Your eyes are watering as you struggle, nails digging into his chest. “Pet!” you sob. You’re so full, your bladder straining. Your thighs start feeling numb, trembling harder as you jerk against his thigh.

You sob again, clenching and clenching – but then you’re leaking into your already saturated pyjamas, a small stream that only lasts a couple of seconds, but the little rush of wet warmth feels so good.

You bury your burning face into his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks. The thin cotton pyjamas are moulded to your pussy; the fabric’s soaked with slick and piss; it drags against you, squelching with every frenzied rock of your hips.

Pet growls louder, holds you tighter. You’re squeezing his thigh so tightly between your own, urgently and naively hoping it can stop you from leaking more.

“Y-your… yours.”

You gasp, lifting your head, blinking through your tears. He’s never said that word before, and you wish you could praise him properly and bask in the fresh bloom of love and affection in your chest. You will, later, when you can think clearly.

It all slots into place now. You understand what he wants, but you still don’t want to do it — you can’t. Your skin already prickles; the humiliation and the indignity of your predicament burn like a full-body brand. You won’t. You can’t.

But then he’s leaning forward, and suddenly biting down hard on your shoulder.

“F-fuck– n-no–” you’re gasping, shaking harder as the shock of his teeth digging into your skin makes your control lapse and you’re leaking again. You try to clench, to stem the flow, but you can’t find the strength. Letting go feels too fucking good.

You try to speak, but there are no words; all you manage is a little squeak that you’re quickly trying to cover with your hands. Your eyes slip shut, and you’re moaning, trying to choke back the sound and muffle it. Pet growls, pushing his thigh up against you harder, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from your mouth.

You’re not holding back anymore, you’re letting go. It should be dirty, it should be disgusting, and maybe it is, but it feels so good. You know he can feel you soaking into his sweatpants. You keep going, whining and moaning, hips jolting. Your pyjama pants are getting wetter and wetter, your crotch and ass drenched as you grind back and forth, piss streaming down your thighs, as well as Pet’s. There’s a dark patch growing on the mattress beneath you.

It’s hot and wet, it’s rapture and release; it’s the tears that roll down your cheeks and the high-pitched moans that spill from your open mouth.

“Yours. Yours,” Pet snarls, mouthing at your shoulder and your neck, sucking and biting. He’s squeezing your wrist, his other hand on your hip, helping you grind harder, faster.

You sob and let him take over, let him continue the pace you set as you cry and shudder, no longer sure if you’re pissing or coming or both. You can barely breathe with the intensity of it, taking desperate gasps for air as you clench and pulse and add to your mess.

All of a sudden, you’re flipped over onto your back. Talons skim over your skin and shred away your already ruined pyjamas. He bares your soaked, throbbing core for only a brief moment before he’s filling you in one swift motion, growling so loud that your own delirious cry is lost in the sound. You’re so sensitive already, slick and swollen, but he pays that no heed. He’s leaning over you, pounding you into the mattress as he pants and growls. His mouth is everywhere: he’s drooling all over you, sucking and biting and nipping at every inch of skin he can reach. He tears through your top so he can sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your breasts.

You’re sobbing, chest heaving beneath his hungry mouth, cunt clenching tight around his fat cock as he keeps up his frantic, brutal pace. You arch beneath him, trembling while you wrap your arms and legs around him, holding on for dear fucking life. You’ve never seen him, never felt him, like this before: all inhibitions thrown to the wind as he gives into the primal need to take what is his, what will always be his.

“Yours– m’yours–” you moan as you tug his collar to keep his face tucked into your neck.

He bites down, and then you’re bucking and spasming beneath him, chanting his name until you run out of breath.

“M-mine,” he growls, panting and grunting louder.

Your nails break skin, knees squeezing his sides, feet kicking. You can’t think anymore, the pleasure so hot and so intense that there’s no room for anything else. You clench around him, and you can’t stop, it doesn’t stop – he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop when he growls and bites your shoulder again, skin slapping against skin as he fills you with hot come.

You expect him to slow after that, but he doesn’t; he keeps going even though he’s whining from the overstimulation. You don’t know how long it carries on for, or how many orgasms he wrings from your shaky, sweaty, defiled body. You’ve got both hands in his hair, pulling and tugging and scratching his scalp. Long, reedy moans are pulled from your lips, your legs splayed open uncomfortably, but the red-hot burn of pleasure between your legs makes it worth it. There’s such a mess between you and beneath them, too many loads of come spilling from you, fucked back out of you with every slick inwards thrust.

You can’t keep your eyes open, can’t even make a noise that isn’t just a groan or a whimper. Even when he collapses on top of you, you don’t have the energy to move or even think about cleaning up. He’s still inside you, and neither of you has any desire to separate.

You should try to dislodge him and decide how you’re going to deal with all of this, but it can wait.

“Yours,” he mumbles.

You manage a tired smile, unable to help yourself when the love and affection you feel for your loyal dog fills your chest. Maybe you don’t have to be too harsh with him. Besides, he’s learnt a new word, at least.

#papa v perpetua x reader #dog's dinner verse #cw dubcon #cw piss #yoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!#pupetua is such a little rascal 😈#rags your mind 🙇🙇🙇🙇#beloved moots #I don’t even go here (piss stuff) but fffffffff this was hot

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