So Duusu is confirmed as a female kwami because there’s written “she”, isn’t
it? and I
think this is pretty cool! Imagine everyone figures her as a male just for her
appearance and Duusu starts crying or yelling. Poor little creature.
Then there’s also written “shaking when she’s angry”
SHE LITERALLY SHAKES HER TAIL
Omg, my small angry ball of feathers wants to act
menacing but she’s just too cute, aww.
Next, her eyes. I find them really beautiful and I love
how they share the same motive and colors of the tail feathers. And here she looks so graceful!
Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage
Word Count: 5586
Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.
Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.
Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.
He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.
Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.
It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.
A lot of people message me and ask for advice about how to start when they first get into pet play. This text post is designed to help beginners know the best places to start exploring. And this post can be used for any breed/species of pet.
Do research. There are a lot of sites dedicated to puppy and kitten play, so those will not be hard to research, but more obscure pets like bears, dragons, mice, etc. will be harder to find. I would recommend researching pet play in general and then adapting what you find to fit your species. You can never do too much research, so be sure to check all platforms and read as much as you can.
Research ≠ rules. Just because someone says “If you’re a puppy/kitten/etc., wear a collar”, that does not mean you have to wear a collar to be a pet. Pet play is about self-expression and everyone experiences it in their own way. Use the research you do to set a guideline for yourself and use it to help yourself learn what you do and do not like. It’s all about your comfort level and what you will enjoy.
Do not let anyone make you uncomfortable. Some Doms, especially “Tumblr doms”, will try to make you do what they want, just because they are in control. Do not stand for it if you are uncomfortable with their request. For example, if they want you to “mark your territory” by urinating (and yes, I’ve seen this before) and you’re not comfortable with it, do not do it. As my ex-Alpha told me, “The sub/pet is the one in control. Things only go as far as they want them to, they are the ones that set the boundaries. A Dom simply follows their rules.” If you’re uncomfortable with something, and a Dom tries to pull the “you have to listen to me because you’re my slave” bullshit, get out of there immediately. Do not let yourself be taken advantage of. You may be a pet, but you’re still a human being that deserves to be treated with respect.
Click here to read about how to get into pet space when you’re single / in a LDR
There are a lot more aspects to pet play but these are some of the best ways to get started. I am always willing to help new pets, so if you are confused about something and need clarification or guidance, feel free to message me. Enjoy your time exploring, pet.
so I've seen some debates about whether tony would be better with a cat or a dog but I have a better idea: Crow. I mean, a crow would be perfect. They're fiercely independent, scary smart, and have balls the size of the sun. Also, they can fly. So, for your consideration, Tony helping a crow out and it just follows him home, and now he has a bird friend. (tree anon)
No matter how many times he tried to shoo it away, the damn thing just kept coming back.
Tony didn’t get it. The tiny baby bird was just… it had needed some help, and Tony had seen it, so he’d given it some. But that didn’t explain why the stupid crow had started following him around like a lost… a lost crow!
“Are you ever going to quit it?” He muttered one afternoon, as he neared the main entrance of the tower and, sure enough, his little friend suddenly appeared out of nowhere in order to flutter down on his shoulder, claws digging into his finest Armani suit without a care.
The bird just re-adjusted it’s feathers a little and pecked Tony’s hair. He huffed and jerked his head away grumpily, careful not to dislodge it entirely in case it caused further injury.
“You’ve got to get off now,” he told it firmly, as his hand closed around the door.
The bird looked right at him, and kept that eye-contact as it slowly began to perch on his shoulder. Like a fucking challenge.
A baby bird was challenging him.
Well. He was Tony Damn Stark. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a fucking crow.
“Shoo!” He said again, jerking his shoulder a little.
Stupid Crow didn’t even look away for a second.
Tony stared at it hopelessly for another moment, hoping it might fly away of its own accord. When it did not, he sighed.
“Okay. Okay then Satan. You want in? Fine. But if you misbehave, I will drive you down to Brooklyn and leave you to fend for yourself, understood?”
Of course, the crow did not reply. That truly would have been odd. (He’d seen odder. But still.)
Tony huffed again, but walked in with the bird on his shoulder all the same. “People are gonna judge me for this you know that right? I’m gonna be the crazy bird dude- and that role is supposed to be Barton’s only.”
“What about Barton?” And suddenly someone warm was pressing up against his free shoulder, hand taking it’s rightful place in Tony’s own as they walked together.
“I am telling my new admirer that I’m about to take over his role as crazy resident birdman,” Tony said, leaning his head back and pointing toward the black ball of feathers that was staring intently at Steve.
Steve, bless him, didn’t even look surprised. He just sighed. “Another one, Tony? Really?”
“Yeah, but this one wasn’t even my fault! It was the one that picked me!” Tony argued defensively.
Steve laughed, leaning over to give the little guy a better look. “Babe, I know you want to help them all, but we’re currently housing seven different strays, are you sure-”
“This is a bird, Steve, it’s not going to be that much hassle” Tony interrupted. “It’s just until it gets better! Please,” he did his best puppy-eyed expression, pouted his lips and coked his head a little. because Steve had not yet ever been able to resist that look.
Eventually, Steve just huffed out an exasperated but fond laugh, and shrugged. “Your tower. Let’s go tell Barton he’s been usurped, then.”
She calls herself Wren, after Two Things. One is the bird. The small, plainly colored, ball of feathers, sometimes called house wrens, that often flit about unnoticed. Two is another girl. This Wren, who spelled her name Ren, isn’t real. She’s Ren-from-the-book Found, the first–and still most favorite–post apocalyptic story Wren-with-a-W has read. There are others, but that one is closest to her heart.
Which probably makes the Choice a Stupid One, but she makes it, nonetheless. Maybe the Gentry will think she likes birds. Maybe–though that, likely, could have its own consequences.
Unlike some of the others, Wren-with-a-W–like Anne-with-an-e, but without either the fiery hair or tendency to babble–likes the rules at Elsewhere. She likes Rules period. Her life–and her brain–is often chaotic, though she won’t acquire the alphabet soup of abbreviations that explain why till years later.
She doesn’t know, at eighteen, that she has ADHD. All she knows is she’s disorganized, easily distracted, and loses everything she touches. She also doesn’t know that she’s probably Autistic. All she knows is that she has trouble with conversations–starting them, stopping them, keeping them going. She has trouble with loud sounds and her clothes feeling Wrong. And when she loves something, it consumes her.
Sometimes–before she learned better–she thought she might be a changeling. When she was very young, she lost herself, deliberately, inside her mind. She spent hours and hours daydreaming, blocking out the world. When she was a teenager, her bubble popped, and she found herself suddenly in a world that was strange, confusing, and much too loud.
So, Wren-with-a-W likes the Rules. They’re comforting. Follow them and you’ll be safe. Don’t follow them, and there are no promises. And so she follows them. She hoards packets of creamer and shakers of salt and iron nails like they’re going out of style. She carries each in her pockets–and she’s found that the nails double as stim toys.
A few weeks into the fall semester, and Wren has found herself alone in her dorm for the first time. Her roommate has gone. Not Gone, not Replaced, no, nothing so sinister. She’s simply gone home, to visit family. Wren has not. She loves her family, but she doesn’t miss them. Not the way other people seem to.
Alone for the first time, Wren crosses to her bed and pulls out the old chest. Her great-grandmother, Agnes, gave it to her when Wren was twelve. Great-grandmother Agnes was a lot like Wren. She was shy and spacey, quiet and scattered, and she didn’t seem to know what to do with people, either.
As she opens the trunk, the smell hits her first. There’s the sharp, burning-in-her-nose smell of mothballs, and under that, something even more bitter, salty like blood, like iron. Like the sea.
The blanket at the bottom is dark brown, like mahogany and chocolate stirred together. One side is rough. When Wren pets it, she’s reminded of Boris, her old mohair teddy bear Mom made her leave home, because You-know-how-college-kids-are-you-don’t-want-anything-to-happen-to-it. The other side is smooth. When Wren touches it, she’s reminded of her favorite suede couch, the big brown one at Grandma Ruth’s. She loved laying on it and running her hand up and down the arm while she watched My Little Pony The Movie for the million and first time.
Wrapping the blanket around her, Wren shuts the trunk and slides it under the bed. Great grandmother made her promise not to show either trunk nor blanket to a living soul, and so far, Wren has kept her word. Mom says that Great-grandma-was-getting-senile-before-she-passed-it’s-a-shame-really. Wren knows different, but that, too, is part of the secret.
There are other trunks, other young women in Wren’s family with blankets like these. But Wren has never fit in with them. Those girls, to a one, know how to get along in the world. They don’t lose things the moment they set them aside. They don’t misunderstand a look, a gesture, an implied demand. They know how to follow all the unwritten Social Rules. Not Wren. Not now, and maybe not ever.
So, blanket wrapped tight tight tight around her, Wren hoes to the couch and curls up. She turns on the TV, then the DVD player. Pressing play on the remote, she settles in, sighing happily, as My Little Pony Tales begins playing.
The blanket isn’t the only reason she waits till her roommate leaves before watching tv.
Now that the race is over, i have nothing to do. Johnny said opening a “blog” would be a good idea.
I don’t know if it truly was or not.
(UHhhhh new diego blog who this? Anyways hi i made a poorlydrawn/ask/daily blog for the horrible dinosaur man himself! Im…. pretty new to this kind of stuff but hey! its all fun. If you could boost this that would be Gucci ;P)
▪ Remembering Heath, who passed away, 7 years ago today, on 22 January 2008. Love you so much, and wish you were here with us… You are deeply missed. Rest in Peace. ◼ Heath Andrew Ledger (4 April 1979 – 22 January 2008)
Filmography: ▫ Ship to Shore (TV - 1993), ▫ Sweat (TV - 1996), ▫ Home and Away (TV - 1996), ▫ Roar (TV - 1997), ▫ Blackrock (1997), ▫ Paws (1997), ▫ Two Hands (1999), ▫ 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), ▫ The Patriot (2000), ▫ A Knight’s Tale (2001), ▫ Monster’s Ball (2001), ▫ The Four Feathers (2002), ▫ The Order a.k.a. The Sin Eater (2003) ▫ Ned Kelly (2003), ▫ The Brothers Grimm (2005), ▫ Lords of Dogtown (2005), ▫ Brokeback Mountain (2005), ▫ Casanova (2005), ▫ Candy (2006), ▫ I’m Not There (2007), The Dark Knight (2008), ▫ The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (2009).
Music Videos Directed by Heath Ledger: ▫ N'fa - Seduction is Evil (2006), ▫ N'fa - Cause an Effect (2006), ▫ Ben Harper - Morning Yearning (2006), ▫ Nick Drake - Black Eyed Dog, tribute (2007), Modest Mouse - King Rat (2009)
📷 Heath Ledger photographed by Justine Walpole (Unreleased Photo)