they'll get along now
todays bird
Jules of Nature

⁂

ellievsbear
Sade Olutola

izzy's playlists!
wallacepolsom
Today's Document
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

Product Placement

pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
RMH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

roma★
One Nice Bug Per Day
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
seen from Switzerland

seen from Portugal
seen from Poland

seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Chile
seen from Russia
seen from Ukraine

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Belarus

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
@dragons-hoarde
they'll get along now
Some tentacles neko request Tentacles ‘n’ Leara by Necronemesis
Super fill 🥵🤤😈
It's really hot that "being hypnotized" is a skill that one can work on and improve at and get better at. I'm a sucker for the trope of like "addicted to losing" in hero/villain instant loss smut and being able to get better at being hypnotized is like that in real life I think.
girl
i have got to fuck that stuffed animal
Hi! I've been looking for a post on tumblr for ages and I think it was yours? It was the Armored Core shock collar edging post. I put out a call to action to see if anyone remembered it or if I was fuckin nuts, and somebody did and had a screengrab, but it seems like the original is gone from Tumblr. Anyway, there's a bunch of horny transfems who have gotten crazy riled over the idea. If you ever reinstate or remake it, you'll be hailed as the kingdom's greatest hero lol. Sorry if this out of left field! ^^;
My comrades
Fear no longer
Your champion has returned
(My original post was deleted after someone snitched. But thankfully, I have still the image and I know a trick now)
The post remade:
The best way to play Armored Core is while on drugs, getting edged by your gf and rewarded with orgasms for completing missions, while wearing a shock collar with a remote held by your wife who zaps you every time you stagger and die
(I want to do this again)
always TF your trainer into a little stage 1 pokemon so you can train them up to max level like they did to you (but also knot them a lot like a whole bunch, they deserve it for evolving you !!!)
I see your vision and say nepo trainer who inherited their strong family members pokemon and they obviously don't listen to them. And nepo trainer is a proper brat after being born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
So when the pokemon gets jirachi to turn you into a weak level one pokemon. They're pounding and breeding your hole till you're cum drunk. (Better hope you're not in the same egg group!)
REAL AND BASED
The overconfident to TGTF uh oh EGGS pipeline is the most ideal scenario
My boyfriend fingered my pussy while I was asleep and recorded it on video so when I opened up my phone this morning there were just several videos of me being fingered and I’ve zero memory of it. My pussy got so wet the second I saw the videos.
When your girlfriend first told you she wanted to put you in a Poké Ball, the first thing you did was laugh. You felt a little bad, seeing the expression on her face afterward, but it was just silly, you know? Poké Balls were for Pokémon, for pets. Obviously she couldn't do that to you, you were a person.
It was a while before she said it again, but the next time was when she had her teeth on your neck and your hips in her hands. She whispered husky against your skin about how badly she just wanted to catch you and keep you in a way that no one could separate you two ever again. It was cute - the gesture, at least - but that was what pet play was for. You already had a collar with a little bell on it, she guided you around by a leash sometimes. You told her that, and she went quiet, her eyes dark and intense and fierce.
After that, you couldn't help but find yourself... looking, sometimes. Staring at the way trainers and their Pokémon interacted. The way an Eevee would snuggle up into their master's lap, or how pretty a Furfrou would look after a grooming. Even those Pokémon in the wild that you'd pass by started to feel....... hollow in a way you couldn't understand.
Some criminal gang showed up on the news one day, and they started boasting about their Poké Balls (designed after some old weird black Poké Balls with eyes on them that showed up at some ruin somewhere) could catch Pokémon that already had an owner, and even worse, could possibly catch more than Pokémon. Officer Jenny decried this and publicly stated it was an impossibility, but as you watched the news, you could feel the tension in your girlfriend, her intense stare boring holes into the TV set.
A week later, a night of passion, tugging your collar as she buried herself in you over and over, and near the end with you dazed and panting and practically unconscious, she reached to the side table. It was silly, you thought, she didn't wear condoms - no. Not that. Sleek and black, obsidian purple lines and a glaring eye, the Poké Ball was intimidating in a way that went beyond the fear you felt in your gut. A primal, dangerous fear, the fear only a prey can comprehend when it sees the gaping maw of a predator.
You wanted to run, you wanted to scream and tell her no and thrash against her and tell her that this was stupid and illegal and... But you didn't. You didn't protest as she pressed the button to your neck, a needy, keening whine falling from your lips as it flashed and-
In a flash of red, you were back on the bed, blinking in surprise, panting and disoriented. You must have gone in and come back out, with no perception of the time in between. You felt... fine. No. That's not it.
You felt wrong. Different. Broken.
When you wore your collar for her, there was something beyond the physical discomfort of leather tight against skin. There was something deeper there. A feeling of domestication, a feeling of ownership. The knowledge that the collar can be grabbed or clipped by a leash and you will always comply. She didn't overpower you physically - she didn't need to. The implication was enough. The subservience was enough.
This was that, tenfold. In your gut, in your heart, in your brain you felt a complete hold on your psyche. Every atom in you was drawn to your girlfriend now, Poké Ball in her hand, like a magnet. You wanted to be against her, you needed to be touching her, you needed to be hers.
"Up," she said. You sat up. You didn't even think, your body moved before conscious thought. "Off the bed." You did. Legs swinging over, even as your mind struggled and bent against the commands. There was a lash around your heart. "Stand." Up you went. Trembling, gasping, sweating with tears pouring down your cheeks. You could move, you twitched your fingers to make sure of it, but you could not go against a command your girlfriend made, not while she was the one holding the Poké Ball.
You could never disobey her again.
You sobbed, falling into her arms as she stood beside you, trembling like a leaf as she held you and scratched your back, kissing needily up your jaw and neck. You didn't need the leash anymore. You didn't need the collar or the promise of pet play or the implication of subservience.
You belong to her, now.
Forever.
I love going through the tags on this, it genuinely encourages me to want to keep writing~ 1.5k may not be a crazy amount of notes but knowing that like 500 individual people tagged it and said they liked my writing makes my head spin
Love y'all~
giving a plushie filled with catnip to a kitty friend and watching as she slowly very quickly becomes dependent on and infatuated with the soft toy that makes her feel soooo good
morning wood is the wooooorst. can i grab your hips while we're both half-asleep, pump you full, and immediately fall back asleep with my dick still inside you?
good girl!
found out the other day that my pup is a VERY heavy sleeper <3 i’d already fucked him and tired him out so all i had to do was put my arms around him and he was fast asleep ,,, it was very cute but after we slept for a while i had to get up for a sec, when i got back i realized he had Fully slept through me getting up, and so after cuddling him for a while longer, i didn’t even have to *try* to keep him asleep, i just rolled him onto his back, spread his legs and used his warm puppy hole like a toy,, i fucked him for 3 minutes before i decided to slap him to wake him up, his first sensations returning to consciousness being me deep inside of him ,,, nnhhhhh been thinking about that . a lot. so normal i had to post it
Anyway here’s a clip of the original video featuring Adorgeous_ (IG) and @pixseabait
trained you so good that I can use your trigger word in a normal sentence and you start doing the order without noticing and just be surprise that you're already in that sub space with just my words.
imagine trained with the word present where you just strip yourself naked, hands behind your back, looking up to me with puppy eyes, and you're just an adorable sub unknowingly presenting its whole body like a good slut.
you’re trembling now, gasping, your thighs shaking as you bounce on her strap, but it’s not enough. your hand slows against your clit, and you whimper, looking down at her, still tied beneath you.
“can’t do it,” you finally admit, pouting as your hips falter. “can’t fuck myself the way you do. you’re too good.”
her eyes flash with a dangerous glint, a smirk tugging at her lips. “oh, baby, you finally ready to let me take care of you?”
you nod frantically, leaning over to untie her, your hands fumbling at the restraints as desperation takes over. “please,” you whisper. “i need you to fuck me. rough, mean- i can’t do it myself, please-”
as soon as her hands are free, she’s on you, flipping you over in one smooth motion, her arms caging you in. your heart races, excitement sparking through you as you expect her to finally ruin you the way you’ve been teasing her for all night.
but instead, she moves slowly, grinding her strap against you just enough to drive you crazy.
“oh, baby, you thought i’d let you get away with all that teasing?” she murmurs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “thought i’d just fuck you like you wanted, after everything you put me through?”
your pout deepens, and you try to buck your hips, but her hands hold you down easily. “please,” you beg, your voice cracking. “i need it so bad,-“
she chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss your neck, her lips brushing softly against your skin. “oh, you’ll get it, princess. but not until i’ve had my fun.”
before you can argue, she grabs a vibrator from the nightstand, turning it on and pressing it into your hand. “here.” she says, her tone commanding. “you’re gonna hold this against your pretty little clit while i fuck you nice and slow, and you’re not gonna cum. not until i say so. got it?”
you whimper, your body already trembling at the thought, but you nod, pressing the toy to your clit as she starts to move her hips.
she’s slow, too slow. her thrusts are deep and torturous, dragging her strap out of you only to push back in at an agonizing pace. every time your hips try to move faster, she grabs them, holding you still with a wicked grin.
“so needy,” she mocks, her voice low and sharp. “look at you, all wet and desperate, ruining yourself with that toy. keep going, baby. i want to see you make yourself cry.”
you’re sobbing now, tears slipping down your cheeks as the vibrations build, your body twitching under her slow, relentless pace. “please,” you cry out, “please let me cum, i can’t-“
“no.” she growls, her hand wrapping around your throat, holding you in place. “you don’t get to cum until i say. when you feel it coming, you’re gonna pull the vibrator away. and i’m gonna pull out. you don’t deserve to cum yet.”
your chest heaves, panic bubbling up at the thought. “but, please, that’s-“
“do it.” she snaps, her voice cutting through your protests.
when your orgasm starts to build, your body trembling as the vibrations push you closer, you cry out, shaking as you pull the vibrator away and she pulls out just as you clench around nothing. it’s too much, the sensation of losing it all leaving you sobbing, your body twitching from the overstimulation with none of the release you craved.
“good girl,” she purrs, her voice dripping with condescension. “see? you can listen when you try.”
you shake your head frantically, tears streaming down your face as you clutch at her. “please, i can’t- don’t make me ruin it aga-“
“oh, you’re not done yet,” she says with a cruel smirk, grabbing your wrist and forcing the vibrator back into your hand. “again. and this time, i want to see you beg harder.”
you sob, your body trembling as you press the toy to your clit once more. her thrusts are still unbearably slow, her grip on your hips unbareable as you ruin yourself again. your orgasm slipping away just as she pulls out and your overstimulated body jerks against the sheets.
“pathetic,” she murmurs, her tone soft but biting. “you’re a crying, trembling little mess, aren’t you? you wanted this so bad, and now look at you. can’t even handle it.”
you’re sobbing openly now, your body shaking as you claw at her arms. “please,” you choke out, “please, i’ll be good- just let me cum, please- ”
her gaze softens slightly, and she cups your face, her thumb brushing away your tears. “there we go, bunny,” she murmurs. “you’ve finally learned your lesson, huh? such a good girl for me now.”
her hips snap forward, her pace rough and fast, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for all night. her hand slips between your bodies to rub your overstimulated clit, and you scream, your nails digging into her shoulders as your body arches beneath her.
“that’s it, baby,” she groans, her voice low and soft. “cum for me. let it all out.”
your orgasm crashes through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing in her arms, and this time, she doesn’t stop. she fucks you through the aftershocks, her hands soothing and grounding as she holds you close.
after, she pulls you into her lap, wrapping a blanket around you as she whispers soft praises. “you did so good, princess,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your temple. “so perfect for me. i’m so proud of you.”
she cleans you up gently, her touch careful and soft as she kisses every inch of your skin, holding you close until your breathing evens out. “i’ve got you,” she whispers. “always.”
Getting a disconcerting amount of GENDER from this