#idk how to explain this dynamic

[banned-for-horny]

Final Treat

Kylar has one final treat to give Whitney as a reward for his training.

cw: petplay, mindbreak (i guess? or stockholmey?), kylar x whitney, and kylar being a creep like always.

a/n: um. yeah. I don't have an explanation for this one either. there is one very specific doujin artist in my head that haunted me while writing this. not gonna say it, but it definitely did stuff to my brain. fuckbuddies to lovers but also you were blackmailed into this. idk. my hormones are going wild.

Today is a big day, and there is a slight chance that Kylar's going to get murdered in a few minutes.

He flicks the switch, flooding the basement with harsh light. Tucked in one corner is the extra large dog crate he'd bought some time ago, covered with a soft blanket from his own room.

"I'm back," he calls out of habit, heart fluttering when he hears the rattle of something dragging against the cage. He doesn't hesitate to reach for the blanket, ripping it aside as he says, "D-Did you miss me?"

Probably not, but Whitney's cock is drooling within its chastity cage and that's all that matters. He squirms and shifts on his knees, causing the faux pink tail to swish behind him. It's a perfect match to the paws and ears strapped to his body, not to mention the bedazzled collar dangling from his throat.

Kylar almost squirms with him, but he swallows that down and knees, unlocking the cage with trembling fingers. With a gentle tug on the lead, Whitney comes shuffling out of the cage. He does not growl. He does not snap. He does pause for a few seconds to whine when his knee touches the cold basement floor, and Kylar gasps before grabbing the blanket.

"Sorry, sorry." He lets Whitney crawl onto the sheet, then gently pats between his fake ears. "Better?"

Whitney stills, which is a much better improvement than pulling away. He keeps his eyes down, too. Very big improvement.

"Good boy," Kylar says. "Y-You did really good this week! You didn't even tear up the bed inside the cage." Granted, the last time Whitney tore the bed up, he'd hit him so hard he started to bleed, but that's besides the point. He's all healed up and acting like a good boy. In fact..."You've been such a good boy that, um, I planned a big reward for you. A-Are you ready?"

Whitney's dull eyes dart up, just a flicker of light behind his stare that makes Kylar smile. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small key. "I'm letting you go!"

Whitney tenses, eyes zeroing in on the key. He starts to shift and squirm again, tail wagging, only to freeze when Kylar returns it to his pocket.

"B-But first," he says and stands up. "You, uh, you have to show me your t-tricks, okay? Then we can start." With a proud nod, Kylar steps off the blanket and puts on his best stern face. "Now, sit."

Whitney blinks. For a brief second, Kylar worries he's trying too soon, that he might have to punish the ex-delinquent again. Then Whitney begins to shift, sinking back on his haunches. The position forces his knees apart for balance, but he plants his paws between his thighs for support.

"Ah, ah," Kylar scolds quickly. "Sit up."

A flicker of definace sparks in Whitney's eye, but Kylar only holds up the lead for him to comply. Carefully, the ex-delinquent shifts his weight, wobbling on his feet as he lifts his paws to his chest. A dribble of precome escapes the slit of his chastity cage.

"G-Good boy!" Kylar praises. He does not miss the way the cock twitches from the inside the cage. "N-Now, belly up?"

Whitney keeps his paws tucked to his chest when he rolls over. Kylar can't resist running his hand across the flat of his stomach at the sight, inching closer and closer to his hips and drooling cock before pulling away.

"Present."

Slowly, on hands and knees, Whitney lifts his hips, sticking his ass and tail into the air. This time, Kylar sinks his fingers into the meat of his left cheek, more to try and control his own breathing than anything. He'd had to force Whitney into this position last time for the butt plug, threatening to bring back the pump and leave him with it on max for two weeks. Now, his back arches so beautifully, tail soft and pink against his skin. He lets out a weak little whimper and leans into Kylar's palm, then again when he lets go.

"Very good..." Kylar whispers this time. "S-Such a good boy..." He kneads the little crescents he'd left behind in Whitney's skin before floating his fingers up the ridge of his spine. When he shuffles around to the delinquent's head, he tilts him up by the muzzle and can't help the smile on his face. "Perfect..."

He's ready. He orders Whitney back on his back, then to lay his legs out before grabbing the key. He's quick at removing the chastity cage (thanks, Sydney). A single squeeze of Whitney's shaft draws a low, almost strangled groan from his throat.

"Y-You did so well," Kylar says, praise spilling from his lips as he jerks the cock to attention. "You-I'm so proud of you, you're-you're incredible, such a good boy." Whitney's hips jerk and buck under the attention, outright thrusting up when his hand pulls away. "J-Just one more trick, o-okay? Sit."

Kylar scoots back, cock bobbing free as he manages to push down his shorts without standing up. He doesn't bother pulling it all the way off, the rush of power and humiliation from being fully clothed and yet excitedly showing off for a mutt burning in his veins. This is just a final test, he tells himself. Just one more trick to see if his training really stuck.

He doesn't think much of it and rolls on his knees, wiggling his already-slicked hole at Whitney. "M-Mount."

He only catches a glimpse of his ex-bully's eyes stretching wide before paws clamp on his waist. Without his hands to actually guide him, he has to rut and thrust desperately, and Kylar almost breaks and reaches back to guide him in when the cockhead finally catches on his rim.

"A-AH!" Kylar cries out as Whitney slams all the way in with a single thrust, body spasming with pain from the stretch. He fists the blanket, tears blurring his vision. Behind him, he hears the strangled panting puff from the leather muzzle, hips grinding against ass. Like the good boy he is, Whitney does not start thrusting. Not until Kylar looks behind him and clenches around the burning cock stuffed inside of him. "G-Go ahead, Whit-"

He doesn't get to say more. Whitney starts hammering into him, face screwed tight as weeks of frustration melts out of him in a loud, choppy groan. All Kylar can do is hold on for dear life, throwing his hips back to meet each thrust with a clap of skin. If Whitney starts to slow, Kylar forces himself deeper and tries to milk the cum right out of him. If Kylar stills with pain, Whitney pauses just long enough to drag his hips back and pounds away.

A particularly hard thrust knocks Kylar's elbows out. He lands on his shoulders hard, mouth drooling when the new angle drives the thick cock into his prostate. He swears his vision starts to spot, brain melting as his stomach clenches. Maybe, he thinks, he should try to regain some control, but his dick is already dripping. Cum splatters against the blanket and his shirt, droplets flying everywhere with Whitney's desperate thrusts.

Then the mutt keeps going.

"W-W-W-Wait," Kylar gurgles out. He manages to flail one hand around, seizing Whitney's lead and yanking it forward. The force chokes out the poor ex-delinquent, and Kylar uses the temporary stun to push himself away. The cock pulls out of him with a disgustingly wet squelch, loud enough to make his own twitch despite the orgasm.

Whitney's eyes burn, a storm of lust and rage that reminds Kylar so much of his days being sent into the lockers at school. He starts to let out a growl, but Kylar is quick to roll onto his back, pulling his legs to his chest.

He doesn't have to give a command this time, just reaches for Whitney's cock to realign it with his hole before moaning. Paws cage him in as Whitney towers over him, unkempt hair spilling over his face, ears and muzzle casting a silhouette against the weak basement light. Beautiful, his mind thinks. Feral, wild, trained.

"A-Aha," Kylar gasps as Whitney grinds into him, pleasure and pain and pride boiling together until a laugh spills from his lips. He clings to Whitney's forearms and throws his legs around bony hips, cock already back to full hardness. "F-Fuck, yes, p-please, please-"

Whitney's forearms shove at his head. He manages to force his paws under Kylar's head and curls around him tight, like he's clinging to a teddy bear. The only thing really getting in the way is his muzzle, but that doesn't stop the whines and whimpers from singing in Kylar's ears as his thrusting falters. Warmth floods his insides, a weeks-long deluge that makes him clench just to make sure he gets every last drop.

Somehow, after weeks of a restricted diet, Whitney still feels impossibly heavy when he collapses on Kylar. His own cock is still hard, but he can't muster up his normal mask to scold the puppy for not finishing him off again. Being squished under his naked body with his cock still inside...it makes Kylar's stomach flood with warmth. No, not warmth. Just satisfaction.

"Mrphf mhrpin hrmp."

Kylar blinks at the noise, cheek pressing into Whitney's muzzle. "H-Huh?"

"Mrphf mhrpin hrmp," Whitney muffles out and grinds his hip into Kylar's, forcing out a sharp hiss. With each slow gyration, his softened cock begins to thicken.

"Whitney?" Kylar gasps when the ex-bully starts to sit up. He can see his own fucked-out expression in Whitney's eyes. "W-Wha-AH!"

Whitney rips his arms out from under Kylar's head, frantically pawing at his muzzle. The buckles are fastened behind his head, but that doesn't seem to deter him.

"Whitney, w-wait!" Kylar sits up after him, forcing his paws away. Brain still fuzzy with afterglow, he unbuckles the muzzle from around Whitney's head. Before he can speak, he's slammed back down, head throbbing from the blow.

Then his throat is attacked with frantic, sloppy kisses as the dick in his ass returns to weak, desperate thrusts. "'m not leaving," Whitney hisses between each kiss. "You're not-fuck-" He moves up to Kylar's chin, then cheek, then only lasts on his lips for a second before jerking back with a snarl. "You-You turned me into this. You bastard, you little fuck, fuck-"

His gloved hands desperately yank Kylar closer, folding into him in the deepest mating press his body will allow. This close, all Kylar can focus on is the warmth radiating off Whitney's skin, buried deep inside of him and burning the rest of the world away. He lets out a weak moan as his fingers claw through Whitney's natural roots, knees hugging his waist.

"G-Good boy," he pants, clinging to Whitney with all his strength. "Good boy-my good boy...stay..."

Whitney's lips part, eyes darting all over before he closes the distance. He laps at Kylar's mouth, tongues twisting as he grinds deeper and deeper. Over the searing heat and burning pleasure, a twisted knot begins to tangle in the kidnapper's mind. It draws the corner of his lips into a pleased little smile, disturbed only by his captive's desperate kiss. When he feels that familiar pressure building in his stomach, he forces himself to pull away, just to watch Whitney's face as the final spark of rage in him breaks.

"Fuck, please," Whitney begs as his thrusts turn choppy. He reaches down, like he wants to outright jerk Kylar off to orgasm, but Kylar grips either wrist to lock them in place. "Please, please, please-"

And Kylar can only smile and clench tighter around his cock. "Please," he echoes with delight. "G-Good ah, AH!"

This time, he gets the chance to savor his orgasm, moaning out as his back arches. Whitney hides his face in the crook of his shoulder, but his hips still jerk and twitch, his own pained moans echoing in Kylar's ears. For a few minutes, there is nothing but their moans and gasps filling the basement. By the time Kylar manages to find some strength, he just gives the lead hooked to Whitney's collar a tug.

Obediently, Whitney slips both off and out of him, leaving Kylar to squirm at the sudden emptiness. He can already feel the sweat gluing his shirt to his back. "I-I should...change," he murmurs to himself. The second he tries to sit up, his entire torso aches with protest, and he flops back down with a groan. "Ow..."

To his surprise, Whitney snorts and rolls over, pinning Kylar down with one arm. His nose brushes against the kidnapper's hair, strangely soft and gentle as he huffs, "Don't."

Kylar doesn't have the energy left in him to speak. He just tightens his grip on the lead and nods, body tingling with satisfaction. Something tells him Whitney won't go crawling back to you any time soon. Just one less rival in his way.

[0yorixu]

pining

I self proclaim myself the number one transformers one wheelratch fan

[kikithefox231]

YALL. LISTEN. THEYRE THE SAME.

AND SO COMPELLING!!!

[circuitcircus]

in defense of kabumisu……..

addressing things I see people say about why kabru being shipped w mithrun is ‘bad’ or why their canon relationship ‘doesn’t mean anything’ while also clearing up misconceptions of the characters some fans have

listen it keeps popping up and I just gotta do this or my brain will melt (if you don’t see it around then god I wish that were me) there’s an age gap!- erm there’s also an age gap in farcille (ily), the most popular ship in the series...also chilchuck looks like a kid but a lot of fans recognize him as a dilf because of his relative age, so there should be no age gap discourse among adult characters because it feels so conditional tbh

kabru taking care of mithrun is racist!- marcille likes to take care of others as well. is that sexist, or just an aspect of her character?

kabru isn’t treated like a servant, waiting on mithrun hand and foot…I mean he gives mithrun a foot massage but no one told him to do all that lmfao

he's also not the only one to care for mithrun. pattadol is shown to worry for him and milsril was the one to start taking care mithrun in the first place after he…...y’know. speaking of which-

they probably met when kabru was a kid!- neither of them showed signs of recognizing each other the entire time mithrun was introduced nor when they were together. and im pretty sure KABRU of all people would show some kind of recognition if they'd met before. it's kabru!!! the people person!!! mr. "i-noted-down-50+-characters-in-this-dude's-backstory-for-fun-and-actually-enjoy-social-gatherings"

you would think some kind of memory would come back to him especially after hearing mithrun’s backstory if milsril had even told kabru about him as a kid. but nope. it’s just fan speculation unless there's a side comic suggesting otherwise that i haven't seen

mithrun doesn't care about kabru, his shapeshift double looked like shit!- it's obviously because of mithrun's (then) lack of desires that it looked like that, but they really grow on each other

i think it's safe to assume it'd look more like kabru after they spent so much time together (also laios can barely even remember kabru's name..also saw his face multiple times and didn’t recognize him when they talked for the first time)

mithrun is racist!- he’s actually the least likely character to be racist since he lost his desires and that includes a desire for superiority over others. he even calls his past self out on that part of himself. the other elves in that side comic were being just as racist to shorter lived races but just didn’t use ‘outdated slurs’

(unfortunately literally every main character in dunmeshi is at least a lil prejudiced, but I believe it’s worldbuilding and a sign of the times rather than a reason ryoko kui is giving to hate each character)

taking care of others is a pain in the ass!- saying this as a reason kabru and mithrun shouldn't be together is basically saying disabled people shouldn't be allowed to have romantic relationships because they're a "burden"...if someone is actually willing to put in the work, then let them be.

that's not even all of their relationship, mithrun is the fighter of their duo and kabru would've been killed by the shapeshifter or something if he'd fallen down the hole on his own since he sucks at fighting monsters. mithrun helps collect ingredients for cooking every time, too (barometz fruits and griffin egg). he pulls his weight and then some!! i feel like people forget that part of mithrun a lot somehow.

+senshi literally cooks for everyone all time. it's kind of an important aspect of the narrative.

+also, while it is a popular fan thing I see around that kabru handfeeds mithrun, he literally never does lol this is mithrun using his own hands to eat:

also here we have him washing his own body

just saying because people like to treat mithrun like a baby even though the narrative respects him as a capable adult who also has special needs because of an accident. he’s captain for a reason

kabru hates taking care of mithrun!- not exactly, he was initially surprised and put off but got used to it quickly. i’m sure he’s grateful for all the times mithrun saved him from a monster and teleported them out of danger as well

he even starts doing “unnecessary” things for mithrun’s comfort and safety like when mithrun pushes himself too hard fighting, even after his mission to take care of him was complete when the canaries came back

here is even kabru resting while mithrun keeps watch (mithrun let him sleep for 5 hours before waking him up from the nightmare earlier, too):

there's nothing more to their relationship!- they actually have had a very tight and consistent dynamic since they met and they incite the most change within each other by the end. kabru is the one who inspires mithrun to create new desires so he doesn't waste away, and mithrun is the first person we see kabru being genuine with and it leads him to be more honest with others by the end instead of tiptoeing around everyone all the time (that mask was also the reason some ppl initially disliked kabru…)

kabru’s relationship with mithrun is honestly so important for his character and vice versa, but it’s often disregarded because of one over exaggerated aspect of it (an aspect that isn’t even the first way they interact with each other) or because people want to just straight up ignore it for some reason 🥲🥲

kui dedicates many panels to them that don't particularly serve the narrative as a whole in order to demonstrate this and i think that's pretty significant

you're taking this too seriously!- as if i'm the first person in the world to be crazy about a ship or the characters 😭 i love analyzing text and it's upsetting to see them mischaracterized when kui lays out the characters so clearly and deliberately

also they end up touching each other like all the time and have the kind of canon validation most ppl can only dream of lol i feel so insane look at this:

and this is just when they're first getting to know each other cuz there's a fuckload more

kinda hard to explain how i don't actually need them to get married or whatever but i'd die on this hill for them and i enjoy their dynamic immensely

haha you thought you were reading ship discourse but it was actually a character analysis 🤪🤪🤪

also don’t somehow take this to mean I think anyone has to ship them, I just need everyone to understand these accusations kind of don’t make sense especially when they can also apply to other pairs or characters

bonus kabru just looking at mithrun:

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Baizhu design :V ? For funsies totally not going to draw him or anything

had way too much fun with this one hahah

[inoankin]

beating all the new fans to the punch

[gomzdrawfr]

grocery shopping (long doodle ahead)

extra:

[polarmoon]

🎸 over at the trailer park, josie has been feeling unfulfilled lately. her job as a dance instructor has hit a dead end, and as a fortune sim, she really wants to find her way again.

with a dream to open her own business but no capitol, she decided to reach out to anthony to see if he could help. they've always been close, so anthony was happy to lend her some money to help her start her business.

josie now has a §30k loan that she will be paying back in installments to anthony. there's no rush and no interest, but she's determined to make it work! 💰

[saetiate]

one thing about me is i see love as worship. devotion and care. deserving of an altar. deserving of respect and homage and time and energy.

[sayangrafayel]

Loft talk Pt. Dynamic Duo (Sylus and Rafayel) making up after a fight

Sylus: Are we ok now?

Rafayel: Of course, man.

MC: *is super proud of her boys* now, hug each other.

Sylus, looking at Rafayel: Come here.

Rafayel: Ah, come on. You come here.

Sylus: Come on.

Rafayel: Come here.

Sylus: No you come here.

Rafayel: You come.

MC: Just meet in the middle. ^_^

Sylus and Rafayel, meeting in the middle with a hug: *chanting* Dynamic duo! Dynamic duo!

[dykedvonte]

I keep seeing fanarts of ppl's OC's being on the ship, so do you think that if there was 6st crewmember (specifically, another woman) Anya would've been more safe? Like, someone to actually call Jimmy's begaviour out, someone Anya might wanna trust? Is there a possibility something might have changed (even if a little) or it would not have mattered at all?

-💀

I feel like the game would make it part of the commentary on where she would believe and help Anya but still be sort of dismissive? Like the whole “don’t waste time crying and being scared keep going and move on, don’t let him win”. It’s supposed to be positive and reinforcing but sometimes it does more damage in those times of mourning and grief, it feels patronizing, like you don’t understand what you’re going through but they do. Even if they did call out his behavior it’s still on Curly to act and while another voice would help, it’s still 4 against 2 on guys that don’t get it until they have to vs women who always have to.

I don’t mind mouthwashing OCs but I do get a bit bored as they tend to be borderline saviors or like Jimmy aligned. They are either more complicit than Curly or just Jimmy haters for no reason, outside of what the creators know about what he did to Anya. I am never irked by OCs but in a story like mouthwashing you really need to think about what your character adds to the commentary, especially if they are there during the crash. It’s nice to have like characters on Anya’s side more whole heartedly and interesting to see characters who placate Jimmy but sometimes it’s one note.

I can’t and don’t want to police peoples OCs it’s never my intention when I comment on trends I notice, but I do feel like the way people make their OCs interact with these two characters and especially Curly, really show a grave misunderstanding of the narrative and these characters as people vs roles in the story. Still, I know people just make up characters for fun and that’s fine. Great even, but I guys I’m focusing more on OCs that are supposed to have those serious dynamics. My favs tend to be pretty-Tulpar or post-Tulpar au OCs.

The inevitably of the crash is on Jimmy. He did that not because he wasn’t stopped but because all his means to kill Anya were taken. The gun, the axe. Even if Curly did strip him of his co-pilot privileges and try to keep him contained there’s only so many people. An extra body helps but they have jobs they have to do, he’s the only one steering the whole ship and Jimmy would likely have an out: food, bathroom, etc. He’s not new and if he couldn’t crash the ship directly, who’s to say he wouldn’t sabotage something else? A clunker like the Tulpar wouldn’t take much. An extra person helps but it’s just another thing that prolongs what a person like Jimmy is willing to do to shirk responsibility.

It’s more than just needing someone to stand up to him and think that’s what is missing when it comes to inserting a character into the mouthwashing setting.

[benetnvsch]

[o-sunny-day]

Second big project I have in mind!!!

This ones been in the ol noggin for…flips through papers at least a year.

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I really enjoy Flowey and Papyrus’ relationship, and honestly don’t find any interpretation of it as extremely offensive cause IT IS REALLY WEIRD Some people are like Forgettable AU and others are like Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach ITS QUITE A SPECTRUM- and those are my 2 favorite Undertale fan creations so YIPPEE!!! I do not support the creator of Flowey Is Not A Life Coach btw- i found out about their other fics like months after I finished it

I think this song does it justice in the VIBE and the constant “im your friend, but im not really your friend, well actually im your only friend” LIKE THATS SO THEM NO MATTER WHAT INTERPRETATION YOU FOLLOW

im definitely gonna TRY to make at least a whole storyboard/animatic (i have no problem showing the whole plan i had cause ITS DEFINITELY OUTDATED I MADE IT A YEAR AGOEDHHDSHB)

lastly, proof that I used to fucking love they might be giants (and still do) (and that i have been thinking about this with an undertale amv for a while)

[sys-garden]

am i allowed to say that I like Hank and Conner as both a figurative father son duo and a couple. Even at the same time, and they have really complicated feelings about it and kinky sex about it??? like both "I'm such a freak D:" and "I'm such a freak~ >:P"

[fan-fricking-fiction]

other Perfect 10 liners posts <3

[meowicule]

um…awkward