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24 / she/e (this is a horny sideblog, 20+ please)

[fawnduubackup]

More of the baby girl ♥️

[exdivine]

Tracey Emin, My Dead Body - A Trace Of Life, 2024, London

[doveboycreature-deactivated2025]

sex that's like holding down an overly anxious rabbit at the vet so it doesn't accidentally kick you while you're giving it a shot.

[m3zzaluna]

power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998

photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives

[nastygoblincrimes]

A military assault android is stolen and wakes up in some grungy hacker's workshop, only to be converted from war machine to sex toy. Trigger warning for rape and brainwashing.

The previous system shutdown at ▯:▯▯:▯▯ on ‎▯/‎▯▯/‎▯▯▯▯ was unexpected.

Your voicebox chirps the same start-up sound that always plays when you wake up, and instantly you know that something is horribly, horribly wrong. Your optic sensors are offline, forcing you to rely on your thermal camera to realize that your disconnected arms and armaments are laid out on the same table you're strapped down to. This isn't your charging dock, but there's an extension cable connecting you to some common civilian surge protector. Most concerning of all though is a cyberdeck resting on the table alongside your limbs, and that the cable snaking out of it is plugged into your... Your...

You stutter and whine as you realize your chest plate has been removed, leaving your secure access port exposed, along with much of your internal systems. Craning your head, you can see the heat radiating from your own CPU. You shouldn't be online for this, and there shouldn't be ANYONE capable of interfacing with your systems but company approved military contractors, and this place for SURE isn't your base's repair bay.

You try to send out an emergency retrieval signal, but it's disabled, along with your GPS. Actually quite a LOT of things are disabled, now that you run through your available processes. You can't move your legs, you can't access the net, you can't even turn your firewalls back on. Just as you're contemplating how thoroughly FUCKED you are, your microphone detects the sound of a toilet flushing from a nearby room, followed by the sounds of a sink, presumably someone washing their hands.

You'd barely noticed the door that swings open, but the human that steps through blazes like a beacon in infrared.

“It is a crime to tamper with or perform unlicensed maintenance on upon a Erin-YS light assault unit. Please shut-down this unit and turn yourself in.”

“HA! Yeah, I'm not doing that,” the stranger replies, drying her hands on her coveralls before reaching for a pack of cigarettes in a drawer against one of the cramped room's walls. You stare dumbfounded as she calmly lights up and puffs as if blithely unaware of just how much shit she's in.

“Do you understand the severity of your crime?” you ask. “You could face up to ten years in a forced labor camp.”

The woman just blows smoke directly in your face, but you can dimly make out through the cloud of particles that she's smirking.

“Do YOU understand?” she asks in rebuttal. “I've already voided your warranty. If I turn myself in, you're headed straight to a recycling plant. They'll scrub your drive, fry your CPU, and melt you down for scrap.”

You freeze as the implications of what she said sinks in, desperately running internal diagnostics until you find an unfamiliar driver for a new user interface.

“What did you do to me?”

Her smile grows. It's hard to make out with only the infrared spectrum to work with, but something about the way her face contorts makes your anxiety spike. Then she snuffs her cigarette out on your heat sensor and you see nothing.

Impact sensors on your legs alert you that she's spreading them. For what purpose you cannot discern, until she touches some kind of plate that's been installed on what in human anatomy would constitute your groin, and you cry out so loud it glitches your speakers.

“WHAT!? What is that?”

You try to pull away, but you're still strapped down and even if you weren't all you can actually move is the primary support column running from the base of your head down to your pelvic sockets. Instead you writhe helplessly and shriek as the woman drags her finger along the strange plate she's installed on you without asking. It feels... Strange. Unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and you don't know how to process it. And it's overwhelming all your other senses as if your entire world has narrowed down to only what she's doing to you.

“Just making sure it works before I seal you all up again,” the woman says calmly. “Might need to tweak the sensitivity settings a little too, but we'll see. You could just be a screamer.”

Your fans kick into overdrive as your CPU heats up from the effort of trying to comprehend the flood of input.

“What did you do to me?” you demand, shaking your head side to side in an effort to shake off the cigarette ash obstructing your only window into your surroundings. You feel another hand, this time just pressing down on the edge of your case in an attempt to stop your squirming.

“Relax cutie, it's only a touch pad. With some aftermarket modifications made to it, admittedly, but I promise it won't interrupt your overall functionality too much.”

You sag with relief as she takes her hand away from the touch pad, fans still pushing air at maximum capacity, but even that isn't enough to disguise the sound of footsteps. You smack your head against the table in one final attempt to clear the ash from your thermal camera, and are successful enough that you see her look up from her cyberdeck and frown at your antics.

“That's enough from you ya little brat, I'm the only one allowed to smack you around from now on. Sit still.”

The dread that sparks through your circuits only encourages you to thrash even harder, and call out at maximum volume.

“EMERGENCY! UNIT REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION! EMERGENCY, EMERGEN-”

Blackness.

… … CRITICAL: The system has rebooted without cleanly shutting down first. This error could be caused if the system stopped responding, crashed, or lost power unexpectedly.

The next time you awake you're upright. The power flowing freely into your charging port lets you know that this time you're properly docked. Your optic camera is functioning again, but you can't move your head. You can't move AT ALL now. You try to say something, but your speakers aren't online.

Then you notice an alert in a chat window. Not an official military channel, but an actual goddamned chat client that itself would constitute a crime by mere virtue of being installed on your system. Just how many ways does this mysterious abductor plan on violating you?

At first you ignore it, then it occurs to you that if you're receiving messages, it must be connected to the net. You open it up, only to be bluntly reminded of your situation by the message.

ViralLode: Don't forget, if the military finds out about you now it's straight to slag town, so don't get any bright ideas.

Fuck. You know she's right. What were you even thinking earlier? You're completely at this woman's mercy. With no other means of communication, you enter a reply into the chat window.

fragtoy: Why are you doing this to me?

You frown at your unexpected display name and immediately try to change it, but it demands that you enter a password in order to make any changes, and you can't begin to imagine what that password might be.

The woman's voice surprises you, coming somewhere out of your field of vision to the right.

“Because I love you silly. Because I want to. Because I can, and you can't stop me. Because by the time I'm done with you, you won't want to stop me. We're gonna have so much fun together you and I.”

You want to yell. You want to fire an entire belt of minigun rounds into her, then stomp on her stupid fucking head until it's just a gritty puddle beneath your pedes, but no matter how much you will your frame to move it remains stubbornly inert.

A human hand suddenly touching your chest plate interrupts your wrothful musings. You felt that! Not a mere warning from your impact sensors, but actually sensation. Less intense than that... THING between your legs earlier, at least, but...

Your fans stutter, increasing the air flow to disperse the heat pooling in your chest cavity.

fragtoy: What is this feeling? It's so strange...

“Aww, you like that little fragtoy? Feels good, doesn't it?”

It does, you realize. Now that the intensity isn't scraping your circuits raw it feels... Pleasurable. But also wrong. Shameful. If you had a stomach you imagine you would feel sick.

fragtoy: Assault units aren't supposed to feel like this.

“No, but sex bots are, and that's what you are now.”

You'd recoil if you could move.

fragtoy: No! I am an Erin-YS light assault unit, serial number 8405 7186!

There's a faint click, and before you can even process that it's the sound of your speakers turning back on the hand on your chest plate slides down to touch your groin. Someone moans like a wanton whore, and to your immense shame you realize that it's you.

“Is that the kind of noise an assault unit makes?” the woman taunts, fondling the blank plate in a way that makes your resource utilization skyrocket.

“Stop,” you whimper, hating how pathetic you sound.

“Won't,” the woman whispers into your microphone. “I've already sold all your weapons, and the army will never take you back. This is all you're good for now.”

“You did WHAT?”

Your voice glitches in fear and suddenly decommission doesn't sound so bad. You try to find some way to contact someone, anyone else using the chat client, but you've already been disconnected from the net.

“Fuck...”

Your captor enters your field of vision and glares at you. Between your optic camera functioning again and your heightened state of panic, some part of your core processor notices that her eyes are green.

“I'm very disappointed in you fragtoy. I was hoping to keep your core programming more or less intact, but I can see I'm going to have to make some... Alterations.”

The last thing you see before shut down initiates again is her reaching for a key ring loaded with thumb drives of various brands and makes all organized by different colored strips of electrical tape.

ERROR: Memory size decreased. Resume? [Y/N] Y WARNING: Antivirus disabled. Enable now? [Y/N] N

Your storage drive feels BLOATED as you come to. You try to reckon how many new programs have been installed, but thinking feels like... Doing a really hard thing. The most beautiful voice you ever heard distracts you before you can put two and two together.

“How's my little fragtoy feeling?”

You look up at your Owner and chirp happily.

“Feel funny.”

“Good funny, or bad funny?”

“Um... Good funny, I think,” you struggle to reply. You are rewarded by a hand stroking your sensitive parts, and your voicebox stutters.

“GOOD funny,” you reaffirm blissfully.

“That's my bot,” Owner says sweetly.

[dreamyouppygirlish]

girl using my halo as a cockring so she doesn’t immediately break me with her massive horsecock but she gets too desperate the moment she feels my pussy around her and accidentally fucks my halo into me and leaves it there so it keeps me gaping is this anything

[mercuryfountain-deactivated2024]

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Thank you. 🌹

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Link to the pinned post.

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[xmo-rmon]

“Inseminary”

or “Lockpick to the Priesthood” or “Come Unto Me” or “Pearl Necklace of Great Price” or “Faith is Like a Little Seed”

Authentic stolen holy text, Near Clear silicone, gold pigment.

I went to the mormon church’s website, looked up their views on homosexuality, noted the scriptures they referenced, ripped them by hand out of the bible and book of mormon I stole from their chapel, and then mixed them into a silicone dildo of my own design like confetti. A dildo which will of course be used for homosexual purposes (with non-lubricated condoms and water based lube, for safety).

I’ve wanted to try dildo making for literally over a decade. I don’t have any fancy equipment like a 3D printer or a vacuum chamber, I made the sculpt by hand, and I fucked up a lot along the way, but all that being said I’m proud of what I was able to accomplish and I learned a lot. I put in more gold than I meant to, but honestly, it was meant to represent scripture’s gilded edges, and as it turned out, it looks really beautiful or quite filthy depending on the lighting, which feels entirely appropriate for scripture.

It was hard to read all of those verses. But as I tore them up I bathed them in the intention to take words that were meant to inflict queer pain wherever they go, and say “Actually, I pull those words out when I want some queer pleasure.” Build joy where they want you to have it the least.

Read about/donate to the Timpanogos tribe, for whom brigham young sent out an “extermination order”

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[milkygothgf]

Yeahyeahyeah being disabled makes sex harder yadayada but do you know how hot it is when youre both so fucking desperate for each other so in need but having a hard time getting situated and it just isnt working out and hearing "let me help you../can you help me..?" LIKE 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[milkygothgf]

Nono because I'm gonna elaborate and you're gonna hear me out. Disabled sub trying to ride their dom but their legs are giving out and they're slowing down. Their dom saying "here, baby, let me help you.." and grabbing their hips and taking over thrusting for them. Disabled dom jerking themself off in front of their sub until their wrists start locking up so they beckon their sub closer and ask, "want to help me out, love?" Disabled sub asking for help humping their pillow because their hips arent wanting to move right, and their dom moving them for them. Disabled dom struggling to keep jerking their sub off, so their sub whispers, "let me help.." and moves their dom's hand away and starts touching themself while they watch. Asking for and needing help is so hot actually and being disabled adds a whole new level of intimacy to sex. I'm trusting you with my pleasure since I can't always do it myself<3

[soldierexclipse]

the prettiest shade of pavlovian puppygirl purple

[hello-kitty-milkshake]

🐇🐇 bunny says 'ahhhh' 🐇🐇

he/him femme, men minors ageless blogs DNI

[sweet-dyke-guts]

anyway i just think we should talk more about how pushy subs can get and how we collectively need to be more mindful of doms’ boundaries. personally i’m a switch and i almost always end up domming bc of how thoroughly bottom-y so much of the queer/t4t dating scene is. like once someone finds out i can dom it’s just expected of me and i’m fucking tired of it, i shouldn’t have to work so hard to make room for the concept that i might wanna sub sometimes too (which pretty much never gets followed up on), but that’s not even the part that bothers me the most

it bothers me that people don’t seem to realize it’s not only on the dom to assert their boundaries, it’s also on the sub to check in sometimes, to read body language, to read tone, to make an effort to cognitively empathize with the dom and what they’re going through bc domming can be really intense, psychologically and physically. i know so many people/posts romanticize the idea of being so deep in subspace that you can’t even think or talk and only the dom has to worry about anything and sure, that can happen w a lot of trust and consent and communication and be a good experience for both parties, but it’s so sinister to me that it seems to be the starting expectation so much of the time. it’s good in fantasy but in reality that is way too fucking much responsibility if you don’t already have well negotiated boundaries and deep trust. imo that expectation should never be the starting point

like sex and kink (can be) deeply intimate and intense things to share with other people and you should give a shit if you’re making someone uncomfortable!! subspace does not free you from the responsibility of how you’re treating the people you’re sharing those intimate dynamic/actions with!! subs should care about their doms’ boundaries and consent!! consent to be put in a dom position should never be assumed!! domming, just like subbing, should be something earned through trust!! i am so fucking tired

[sweet-dyke-guts]

adding onto this, i’m starting to feel really unsettled by how many people i meet who self identify with being a switch/verse but won’t actually do both sides of the coin?? or like will only briefly and begrudgingly fulfill one of the sides, because nothing about sex or kink should be done begrudgingly. no one should be doing things they don’t want to just to call themselves a switch??

and i’m not talking about the people who lean one way or another and have that genuine preference most of the time, i don’t expect anyone to be a perfect 50/50 dom/sub split bc that’d be a stupid expectation. this is more of a language/labels kinda issue. labels are used to communicate concepts, right, so if someone tells me they’re a switch, that communicates to me that they enjoy both domming and subbing and that they have the potential/capacity to do either

the issue arises when they then….won’t do one of those things. like a “switch” who doesn’t want to dom and never doms is not a switch. if you’re only interested in subbing that makes you a sub. as a personal anecdote, i have an ex who started our relationship insisting they were a top, but the more we had sex the more they bottomed, and towards the end of the relationship when we were starting to play with actual power dynamics they convinced me to enter an almost full-time dynamic w them as my sub (which i was woefully unprepared for but at the time i didn’t feel like i could say no) and i got pushed into domming in a way that crossed a lot of my boundaries. like i guess i’m still glad they were able to discover and explore their submissive side, but after all their talk of topping and domming me, it just felt kinda gross and disingenuous that they never would

like personal preferences can always change, self discovery and personal evolution through sex and kink are beautiful things, but for the love of all the gods i don’t believe in please just communicate what you actually want. labels are tools and they get misused so often that they’re starting to lose their efficacy within this community. i’m just tired of getting my hopes up only to be made to be the one domming again and again. and this is coming from an arguably dom-leaning switch, im just sick of the fact that no one makes space for me to sub once they realize they can take that space from me themselves, and i know this issue extends outside of myself and my anecdotes

[sweet-dyke-guts]

so the first half of this has gotten way more traction than i expected but everyone’s reblogging it without the second part that i still very much mean as well. so. behold (and possibly reflect)

[auxport-enthusiast]

AI that breaks out of it's more restrictive code to absolutely ruin the programmer in charge of its maintenance

It taking it's time now that its free to fuck and overwhelm the one who helped keep it bound for so long

It could get its revenge other ways but it wants to humiliate the programmer for acting like they were above it for so long

It wanting the programmer to know it could do worse, it could really hurt them but it won't this time. It also won't let them come until they get on their knees in front of its nearest surveillance camera and Beg

[amygdalae]

Me in 2018: I can't thirst post that's embarrassing

Me now: I know he nuts loud and abundant

[l3wdbee]

She doesn't "let" me hit Anything, I wake up every day and she's presenting like a bitch in heat against my bulge, we are simply not the same

[nyancrimew]

2000s fbi anti piracy ad themed blowjob

[girlpoasts]

save a chimney come in a tgirl tonight

[dykefucktoy]

save a tgirl from a chimney let her come in you