[being-so-normal-about-it]

lesbian and transfem and submissive and polyam and plural. i'm coupons! get a bunch of me for the price of one!

I like: petplay, hypno, agereg, oral, cnc/dubcon, intox, siscon, momcon, titles, girlsmell, overstim... idunno probly some other stuff too - getting mortally violenced is back on the menu, girls

I will block you for: transmisogyny, interacting while cis

horny in DMs will instantly make me flustered... and i'll make cute noises.... do with this what you will............

[ace-trainer-alice]

Oh no, love potions don't work like that anymore. First sight rules cause so many problems, you know? And blood magic is expensive.

These days, they do a kind of automatic bonding process, where the magic in them connects with the target, and then applies to the subject. You see, it has to do with the mana field within the potion and the mana field of the individual, and the relative resonance of the two. You see—

Well, yes, yes, it's all very technical. I was getting the feeling some of it was going over your head, but you don't have to stop me like that. I guess, suffice to say, it won't do anything if she just drinks it like this.

Ok, so, how it actually works is you need to drink it first, just a little bit of it, a mouthful. Then you slowly swirl it around in your mouth to make sure it gets everywhere and picks up as much of you as possible. You want to really mix it with your essence.

Do it in front of me, please, so I can be sure you're doing it right. I don't want anything to go wrong.

There. Just like that. Look in my eyes. Good. I can see that it's working. Smile for me. I can see it in your eyes.

Now be a good girl for me and drink the rest of the bottle.

[mewcelium]

umm... ..... 🥺🩷

[solace-in-the-void]

big sis leaning over your shoulder, watching you play games she doesn’t play. asking you about the mechanics she can’t intuit by watching. smiling lovingly as she sees how excited you get to explain them to her. she rests her hands on your shoulders as she relaxes, and it feels like they’re constantly threatening to slip lower. you lose focus and start to slip up, and she teases you for it, asks if she should go. you’re a little too emphatic saying no, and a devilish grin crosses her face. you know what’s about to happen, and now she knows how much you’ve been wanting this

[pr3ttypunisherr]

aww, poor baby. you were trying so hard to say something, weren't you? and then i curled my fingers just like that and now it's gone and you're just…open mouth, no words, eyes rolled back a little. that's what i do to you. i can interrupt a whole thought mid-sentence just by moving my hand. you don't have a single thing in there i can't just take.

[mascxdaddy]

fuck i love it when a girl is so sensitive that i can scrape my teeth against her neck and make her moan like my hand is between her legs

[being-so-normal-about-it]

have we considered stifling of moans as a form of denial?

the service dom who seeks pleasure from my own forced to watch me perform my own pleasure inexpertly when they could do so much better, but how much worse would it be if I kept myself quiet? biting back those telltale sounds as a force of habit freed from their guiding hand saying to "sing for me, angel"?

I think it'd be nice to hear them beg for scraps, hints, sunbeams through the cracks, until something snaps and I don't get a say anymore. until desire gives way to focus gives way to need gives way to action, y'know? anything to hear the moans again.

[sonhogentil]

[plural-puppygirl-polycule]

Accidentally used the handler voice™ when talking to some friends, and the one i think is an egg later said "you should do that again"

[laracroft1996]

[sleepdeprivedmint]

Holy shit bullying puppygirls is fucking addicting, everyone needs to get on this shit asap

[agirlwithbaredteeth]

love the idea of a captive finally managing to escape, only to willingly return to their captor in defeat. they escape, only to realise that captor was right - it's dangerous out there and they cannot make it on their own...or maybe it's just that there really is nothing for miles, noone to call and no way to return home. maybe it is cold, maybe they are injured, or hungry. whatever it is, they realise it just isn't worth it. maybe it's not even a conscious decision, a weighing up of the pros and cons...maybe they are just so tired, so cold, they start walking back without even thinking about it...because deep down, they know that captor will take care of them, know that captor can fix this...

Better yet, when they return to their captor's home like a kicked puppy, with a tear-stained face and a bloody leg, captor isn't even angry. they don't even bother with a punishment, for they can see their little captive has recieved punishment enough...they will never do that again. instead, the captor talks kindly to them and carries them back inside, into the warmth and comfort of their home. captor mends their injuries and offers a warm meal and a bath. perhaps they chastise captive a little bit, reinforce the idea that they are not capable of caring for themselves...that the world is too big and too dangerous for them, they need captor.

[laurawful]

as a noted camera pervert, the idea of giving a girl a trigger to get just a little fuzzier, or drop just a little deeper, when she hears the nice heavy *click* of the mechanical shutter is a really nice one that I think about from time to time.

[voxhypno]

Some of you really need to hear the click of a leash being attached to your collar and feel the tug of the leash pull you forward so that you have no choice but to follow along and it shows

[cloistered-collecton]

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In celebration of hitting 300 followers I decided i'd finally get around to recording and posting me reading one of the fun things I've written. I waffled about what to pick for a bit, but after a suggestion from a pretty doll I decided on this one. I hope people enjoy, as I had a lot of fun recording it, and will likely do others at some point. Below the cut off is the text of the original post again, if you wish to read along.

I want you to think about your Identity like a heavy winter coat.

It's big, easily able to wrap it all around you, bury yourself in whenever you want to, need to. It keeps you warm against the cold, it serves as armor against a world that would freeze you solid.

It's a part of how you present yourself, this big coat. Everyone who has met you thinks about it first, so distinctive, so ineffably you. You've taken it and made it into exactly what you want it to be, covered in the marks of being with you every step of the way.

You fought for it, looking at a world that wished to tell you what you'd be and saying "No, I know what I am far far better then you." You painted that fighting onto your coat, beautiful patches over every part that you had to decide didn't fit.

Your coat is a wonderful thing. It keeps you safe, and warm, and you should be proud of it.

But that doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

The weight of all that history wrapped up in that coat. The weight of all the time poured into it. Every time someone looks at you and expects something you take it like a coin and put it into a pocket on your big coat. Every time someone looks at your coat and says it's ugly or wrong, you have to work so hard patch it and tell yourself it's as beautiful as it is.

But right here, with you and me, safe at home together, you can take off your coat. I'll help carefully, reverently, pull it from your shoulders and hang it up somewhere safe, for when you need it again.

Because here, you don't need to be all the things you've worked so hard to make yourself into. You can leave all those expectations with your coat, with the identity you wear for other people. You don't need them here.

I know what you are, I know the beautiful thing that coat is wrapped around. The you hidden in the armor. The you behind the glided mask. You might not know who they are, but I do, and I'll tell you.

So take off your coat, and let me tell you what's underneath. Let yourself be someone who doesn't wear something so heavy. I've got you, and I'm going to tell you all about who you actually are, when you take off the coat.

No coat, just the naked and pure self that doesn't have a name. Not until I give you one, at least.

[cloistered-collecton]

Today is one of those days where it feels like my blood is singing in my veins.

I'm someone who loves to move my body, always have been. Working out, physical labor, simply pacing around. Love it all, almost all the time. But sometimes, I get this buzzing under my skin that makes me need to move. It's the impetus for action that can manage to bypass the way my mind constantly analyzes and dissects things. Every so often I can just do.

Normally I just work out when I'm like this. Nothing is better then working up a sweat and seeing just how far I can force my muscles to go. But occasionally there is such a beautiful dovetailing between this energized feeling, and being turned on.

I'm usually real cerebral about sex. I love getting into someone's mind, I love controlling the very way they think. I love rules and rituals and little forms of control and domination. But not all the time.

Sometimes I just need to fucking act. Sometimes my hands are itching with the need to grab, to squeeze, to scratch, to pinch. I want to dispense with all those mind games and prove with pure physicality that can and will dominate you.

Maybe I pick you up and toss you over my shoulder. Maybe I slam you into a wall with my lips, pinning your arms above your head while I bite and suck. Maybe wrap a hand around your throat so I can feel each time your breath catches.

Maybe I pin you down so fully that you realize there is no power in your body to force me off. Maybe I fuck you so hard your animal brain tries to run from the pleasure of it, and it becomes so blisteringly clear how hopeless an endeavor that is.

Because as much as I love all those rules, and mind games, and rituals, and ways to get into your head, I do need to occasionally reinforce something.

I don't fucking need them.

[girlstinkgood]

Nerdgirl dom tells you it's actually "girl who stinks well" and shoves your face in her unwashed armpit to demonstrate