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gold star collector | 26 | nonbinary

[goldstarcorrector]

howdy :)

I'm Callie, I'm nonbinary, and this is my alt for mostly orientation play.

My DMs are open to lesbians, fakeboys, and people who want to commission me. If you're scared, you can always send me your discord on anon.

Spoiler: This is a roleplay/fantasy blog. my anons are mostly my friends and I LARPing. Nobody is actually being assaulted by anyone, I promise. Staff pls go harass someone on twitter or something.

[illusoryimpurity]

I can't stop thinking about helping dykebreak my little sister, fixing all her silly ideas about 'they' pronouns and all that dumb "nonbinary lesbian" stuff, teaching her to deepthroat boycock, praising her as she loses her gold star to the same boy who broke her big sister ♡

[windows1995]

did anybody else get the slut autism

[fagunfurled]

"fantasy only, I don't condone this irl!!" boringggg!!! just spread your legs and let the animal lick your cunt if it wants to 🙄

[cockshydyke]

the way i want to feel like prey...i want to be taken by surprise and feel her bulge press against my ass when she pushes me toward the wall and growls in my ear "you're mine." i want to feel her hand reach under my skirt and push my panties to the side so she can feel how wet i am from her intimidation. "such a good girl," she'd whisper, pressing the pad of a finger to my clit and drawing little circles until my knees get weak and she has to hold me up while i cum for her. she'd take advantage of my daze to rip my underwear off and unbutton her pants to pull out her cock, hot and throbbing and desperate to breed. "i'm gonna fill you up, bunny, and you're gonna take me like a good toy, right?" her voice is sweeter this time, putting me at ease until she thrusts her entire length into my tight little pussy and fucks me so hard my face scrapes against the brick wall. her hands would grip my hips so tight i'd bruise, but i'm more than happy to be her stress relief. i wonder how many loads she'll fuck into my womb before she's satisfied...

[toskalain]

Play INLTO! with me!

After Lacey's father was kidnapped by Liberate Earth, a planetside group of terrorists in opposition to the Unified Humanity Network, she was drafted into the UHN military because she could no longer afford treatment for her disability. As one of the older children in the program, she quickly rose in the ranks, becoming a big sister - and ace pilot - to the 2nd division. It's been three years since her father's ransom was ignored by the UHN, and suddenly they want to send her unit to Earth to rescue him. Although she's only a teenager, Lacey knows there's more to this war than they're telling her - her father has something the government wants, and they'll use her to get to him.

Mecha fights! War crimes!!! D...Disability compensation for child soldiers? Alien sex!? All of these and more are (dubiously) plausible in this setting! Reply to this post, or send me an anon, describing an opponent/challenge for Lacey (ideally one she would "never lose to!") and, based on the flip of a coin, I'll post the results of their battle!

[toskalain]

Anonymous asked:

"Be careful, big sis..." Mel's voice crackled through Lacey's headphones. The distress call had seemed suspicious from the beginning. The ship Lacey's mobile Armor approached was a civilian class, but the signal used military encryption. The heat map Mel's drone generated didn't indicate the crowds of people that would normally be on a cruise ship like this one, either. "I'm always careful," Lacey promised. She wouldn't let her family down.

Flipping a coin... Heads!

Drip. Drip. Lacey's breathing was the only sound in the hangar besides the coolant dripping from her Armor's fingertips. She looked down at the brilliant pink liquid that stained her hands - no, the hands of her mobile Armor - with a shudder. Smugglers, maybe even traffickers, she could have expected. How could she have expected an unmanned ship, armed to the teeth with privately-developed autonomous weapons? This ambush hadn't been a death trap. If they wanted to kill her, they could have rigged the ship to self-destruct. If they really wanted to kill her, it would only have taken a single Gravity Bomb. No, this was a weapons test. And she was the target dummy. A burst of static deafened Lacey, and a moment later, Mel's voice finally returned. "...cey! Lacey, come in!" The jamming had stopped. She hadn't broken a radio jammer yet. That meant someone was watching, still. "I'm fine," Lacey's voice was calm, cold. Reliable. She had to be reliable for her family. She shook her hand, spattering coolant on the walls. "Did you trace the source of the radio jam? Someone else is here." Or was here. If the jamming stopped, they probably weren't in range any longer.

[toskalain]

@cavortingjorkingit replied:

(I'm gonna take a couple liberties with this prompt if you don't mind.)

"Thank you," Lacey nodded at the attendant as she settled into her wheelchair. "I'll be back in three hours." The attendant nodded back and offered her a salute. "We'll take care of the rest, ma'am. Take your time. If you don't mind the suggestion, Maria's is a great place to get dinner..." "I'll take a look." Lacey itched to get moving, but the attendant was clearly a talker. She started to wheel away, but he stepped forward, blocking her path. "Oh! One more thing." The man was probably in his twenties, several years older than her, but he still stammered as if she was his drill sergeant. "Um. If it's okay with you..." He stalled as he formed his thoughts, and Lacey looked past him towards the city street. "It's just, um, with you coming back so soon, I just think, you know, if..." He fidgeted with his coat collar, and Lacey tapped her thumb on the control stick for her chair impatiently. She was about to just roll over his feet and spare them both the embarrassment of turning him down, when she spotted him. A man in UHN colors strutting down the street carelessly. So careless, his loose tie and unbuttoned shirt hung just low enough to show the tattoo on his chest, just a peek. She recognized it, even from this distance. Even just a sliver. The broken chain and bones of Liberate Earth. She had crushed several Armors with the same symbol painted on their cockpits. "I have to go," Lacey interrupted the man's pathetic proposition, and rushed past him, kicking up dust as her chair moved at max speed. She watched the man step into an alleyway, without even looking over his shoulder. He was cocky. He had no idea he was being followed. This would be easy. Lacey stopped her chair just inside the alley entrance, and climbed to her feet. She would be fine without it for at least half an hour. As long as she kept moving, she'd be fine even longer. The spy wouldn't know what hit him.

Flipping a coin... Tails!

"Agh-! Don't!" Lacey's expression contorted with pain. Her arm, twisted behind her back, burned in its socket. "Please!" Four men surrounded her, each dressed in UHN fatigues. Not one of them a real soldier. The bicep wrapped around her neck flexed, silencing her pleas. "Shhhh... It's okay, kiddo." The man's voice grated on her ears. "We'll take good care of you, right boys?" A row of laughter surrounded Lacey as her legs wobbled. "You're hurting me!" Tears were forming in her eyes. Her taser lay at her feet, a reminder of her naivete. She should have turned back when the man stepped in the door. She shouldn't have tried to take four men at once. She shouldn't have thought they wouldn't notice her clumsy footsteps. Breathing was difficult, the pain in her shoulder was overwhelming, and worst of all, her legs wobbled pathetically, ready to give out at a moment's notice. Lacey had given up on the fantasy of pretending to give up and suddenly making a run for it. She wouldn't be standing right now if not for the man supporting her. The man groping her. Pressing his body against hers, thighs to neck. He cooed in her ear, pushed his hips against her erotically. One of the other men stepped forward, scratching his beard in thought. Without a word, he reached forward, and sank his fingers into Lacey's breast. "Wah-!" Lacey's back arched, and she gagged for air as the first man tightened his grip. "Can't... breathe..." The men didn't care. The bearded man massaged her breast, dug his fingers in deep enough to bruise, and finally, ripped her shirt open, sending buttons clicking over the stone floor. The third man put his hand on her cheek, slid her hair back behind her ears. "Look at you. Never seen a girl look so pathetic when she cried. It really gets me going, you know?" "She's asking for it," the first man affirmed, loosening his grip on her neck. "Go ahead, slut. Tell him how bad you want it." Lacey choked on the air she desperately swallowed. Words escaped her, and the man grew irritated. Slap! "BEG, you whore!" The fourth man, who was already stroking his dick, chuckled as Lacey whimpered a pathetic "please..." The two men already groping her got more aggressive, three separate hands on Lacey's breasts, as the third man squeezed her jaw in his fist. "Please what?" "I- I don't know! Please- stop! It hurts!" Slap! Lacey's cheek was bright red, and the man shoved his thumb inside her mouth, gripping her jaw by the chin and tongue. He tilted her head back and forced her to look him in the eyes, which were burning with an unearned rage. "Not a fucking chance, you crippled whore. You're gonna need a lot more than a wheelchair when I'm done fucking you." His cock was the first she tasted that night. But it wasn't the last.

[goldstarcorrector]

Well not everyday but pretty often...

I just want to be taken advantage of and you seem so good at it.

-💌

Well of course I am. It's simply a fact that sluts like you were born to be taken advantage of. It's in your nature to be used and abused, and I so enjoy showing you just how good it feels to give in to your nature.

Really, you all should thank me~ Maybe even worship me.

[goldstarcorrector]

I'm so needy I can't stop thinking about my slutty cunt broken in by you and finally being filled 🥺

-❤️‍🩹

Aw, poor thing. "Finally" you say, hm? It sounds like you've been wanting this for so, so long, already~ Thinking about it every day, even? While you touch yourself? But it's never enough? Never as satisfying as you know I would be?

I wonder who this might be~

[toskalain]

Play INLTØ with me!

Syr Therese is a tall, strong woman in shining armor. She wields a magical glowing shield and a massive sword made of polished steel. Her loyalty to the Princess is absolute, and she's never been interested in romance or silly things like that.

Now, you reply with opponents - ones she would obviously never lose to - and I'll flip a coin to determine the winner. Then one of us will write the results out~

[toskalain]

@honorabletranny replied:

Coinflip results: Heads!

Therese recognizes the slavers for what they are immediately. She has no patience for villains like them! She clenches her fists and stands her ground. "You think the two of you are enough to take me?" ... Two women, bloody-nosed and wrapped in chains, curse Therese's name as she turns them in to a nearby courthouse. "I don't usually condone torture," she sighs, "but if they won't reveal their supply route, I can come back for another beating." She gives the slavers a meaningful glare, full of disdain. The clerk stammers a respectful answer, but Therese is already on her way out the door. She has more important matters to attend to...

[toskalain]

@cavortingjorkingit replied:

Coinflip results: Tails!

Therese landed with grace, even as her poor, reliable steed Zephyr is dashed against the troll's great weapon. "Zephyr..." With a growl, she lifted her greatsword, a massive weapon in its own right. "I'll make you pay for that, monster!" He may have had brute strength, but she would never lose to an inferior race. ... Therese cried out in pain - she swore it was pain - as the troll pulled her hair. She arched her back, obediently bending at his whim. "Please!" Therese sobbed. Her captor's skin was rough and hot against her now bare body. Her armor stripped and dented, her sword cracked and discarded, she was a knight no longer. She was only a plaything for the troll. She had been a fool to fight him. His massive hands wrapped around her hips reminded her of that fact as he shoved her up and down his inhuman shaft. He was massive, insurmountable. No amount of training and education could beat his natural-born savageness. And now he was going to pump her full of his superior genes.

[toskalain]

@zezleijon asked:

Coinflip result: Heads!

Therese wondered, for a moment, if she had been a fool to choose the biggest, meanest horse in the stable. But she shook her head of that doubt quickly. Of course she wasn't. It was only natural a knight like her would train the strongest horse she could find. She definitely wasn't compensating for her recent defeat in the mountains... "Listen here, beast... I will not be humiliated by an animal!" ... Onyx trotted at an even gait, standing proud and tall - nearly two feet taller than the next tallest horse marching that day - as he carried his rider through the city streets. Therese ran a hand along his neck in praise. "That's a good boy." It had been easy to break him in, after getting him out of the stable. All it took was a rider deserving of his respect, and all that aggression turned to dedication. Besides, he'd seen the bag of carrots Therese had bought that morning. If he put on a good show, he would have them all to himself, no doubt.

[toskalain]

@cavortingjorkingit replied again:

Coinflip result: Heads! fuck that I say it's tails cus I like imps and adhering to the game mechanics is less important to me than telling a fun story.

Arranged in a ring in a dark, smelly tunnel, the imps chittered with excitement. They communicated with expressive gestures, a kind of sign language Therese had seen once before, as a knight in training. She obviously didn't understand it. It was the language of thieves and invalids. She didn't need to know what they were saying to recognize that the imps were up to no good. Therese drew her sword in a calm, steady motion, lifted it into a combat stance suitable for fighting several enemies at once. The imps' eyes were all watching her, twinkling with a sick humor. They were tiny, pathetic creatures. She had all but won already. "Surrender now if you want to keep your heads, devils!" ... As the quiet of midnight settled into the city's cracks, there was one place, a candlelit tunnel, that it failed to penetrate. The revel had started hours ago, but it showed no signs of ending soon. Giggling and the slapping of flesh echoed in the underground, as twelve imps devoted themselves to their latest toy. Therese's face was smeared with makeup, a painted mask of their Lady of Hell. Her ponytail had been untied, and her hair had been cut short to match the mural painted on the tunnel wall. She'd been stripped of her armor and dressed in a bloodstained habit that was too tight around her hips and chest. The horns of wine the imps passed back and forth ritualistically had spilled much on her new clothes, soaking it through. Therese had been utterly defiled. Imp seed had bloated her stomach, and thick, once-steaming ropes of the stuff smeared her makeup and dried in her uneven hair. And still, they surrounded her, three, four at a time, groping her wine-wet body, jerking themselves off onto her face, leaving imprints of their teeth on her breasts, slapping her ass and thighs til they bruised. "GHLK, HLUHK, GLGH!" Drool ran down Therese's chin as she gagged around yet another cum-slick cock. She could tell how excited her vocalizations made the imps, but could do nothing to hold them back. She was overwhelmed and powerless. How long had she been down here? How much longer would the imps use her like this? Why, why hadn't she told anyone where she was going?

[goldstarcorrector]

you're back!! how long have you been back, i feel like i checked up semi relgularly on your blog and yet i only just noticed...

(-@honorabletranny)

Ah, sorry, I mostly post on my main blog. I've felt less need to censor anything and everything I post over there. Still a taaaad worried it'll end up deleted one day but. It's not worth the effort to run two distinct blogs if I'm not worried about people knowing what I like there, yknow?

[cosmogenous]

you got a real fuckable personality btw

[toskalain]

Play INLTØ with me!

Syr Therese is a tall, strong woman in shining armor. She wields a magical glowing shield and a massive sword made of polished steel. Her loyalty to the Princess is absolute, and she's never been interested in romance or silly things like that.

Now, you reply with opponents - ones she would obviously never lose to - and I'll flip a coin to determine the winner. Then one of us will write the results out~

[toskalain]

@honorabletranny replied:

Coinflip results: Heads!

Therese recognizes the slavers for what they are immediately. She has no patience for villains like them! She clenches her fists and stands her ground. "You think the two of you are enough to take me?" ... Two women, bloody-nosed and wrapped in chains, curse Therese's name as she turns them in to a nearby courthouse. "I don't usually condone torture," she sighs, "but if they won't reveal their supply route, I can come back for another beating." She gives the slavers a meaningful glare, full of disdain. The clerk stammers a respectful answer, but Therese is already on her way out the door. She has more important matters to attend to...

[toskalain]

@cavortingjorkingit replied:

Coinflip results: Tails!

Therese landed with grace, even as her poor, reliable steed Zephyr is dashed against the troll's great weapon. "Zephyr..." With a growl, she lifted her greatsword, a massive weapon in its own right. "I'll make you pay for that, monster!" He may have had brute strength, but she would never lose to an inferior race. ... Therese cried out in pain - she swore it was pain - as the troll pulled her hair. She arched her back, obediently bending at his whim. "Please!" Therese sobbed. Her captor's skin was rough and hot against her now bare body. Her armor stripped and dented, her sword cracked and discarded, she was a knight no longer. She was only a plaything for the troll. She had been a fool to fight him. His massive hands wrapped around her hips reminded her of that fact as he shoved her up and down his inhuman shaft. He was massive, insurmountable. No amount of training and education could beat his natural-born savageness. And now he was going to pump her full of his superior genes.

[toskalain]

@zezleijon asked:

Coinflip result: Heads!

Therese wondered, for a moment, if she had been a fool to choose the biggest, meanest horse in the stable. But she shook her head of that doubt quickly. Of course she wasn't. It was only natural a knight like her would train the strongest horse she could find. She definitely wasn't compensating for her recent defeat in the mountains... "Listen here, beast... I will not be humiliated by an animal!" ... Onyx trotted at an even gait, standing proud and tall - nearly two feet taller than the next tallest horse marching that day - as he carried his rider through the city streets. Therese ran a hand along his neck in praise. "That's a good boy." It had been easy to break him in, after getting him out of the stable. All it took was a rider deserving of his respect, and all that aggression turned to dedication. Besides, he'd seen the bag of carrots Therese had bought that morning. If he put on a good show, he would have them all to himself, no doubt.

[transfemmehunter]

I need a naive femme I can knock up. Clueless cunts are always the best to break, and they make such pretty noises when I paint their cervix.

[dykepet]

I respect people into orientation play with fantasies about becoming fully straight, but personally, I like it because of the feeling of wrongness. It's fine for straight girls to fall for cock, but what about an actual lesbian who's not into men at all, but still can't resist the temptation, the feeling of her cunt being stretched out by a warm, throbbing dick, or the feeling of sucking on something that twitches in your throat? The sick, hot feeling of hands on her throat from someone she's not even attracted to? I don't want to be converted, I want to be a cock-addicted dyke.

[perfectjudgement]

going to a party and introducing everyone to your cute little sister and then getting to see everyones confused and horrified facial expressions when you two get drunk and start grinding and making out on the couch >\\<

[hyenagirlknot]

worst type of post is when you talk about creepy pervs with gross sweaty cocks and then say youre talking about men. stolen valor. you should be horny for creepy perverted girls with gross sweaty cocks

[lezhuntr]

Thinking of you not just raping me but mounting me.

Pushing me down, lining yourself up, and shoving in without hesitation. Your entire weight is keeping me pinned as you jackhammer your hips with no regard for my pleasure. You barely pull out each thrust as you roughly batter my womb.

You don't even stop as you're coming. The final few spurts hit my back as you pull out, tidy yourself up, and then walk away.

almost my favorite way to fuck 💖 i like to run a hand up my seedbed’s back while im stretching them full, get a nice grip of their shoulder so I can really lay into em. id tell you without words how helpless you are, how even if it’s just for now, your body is mine. hard to get out of something like that 🥰 even if you’re can muster up the strength to really struggle while im pounding you out, it’s not an angle that favors you. if you try, you might end up just squirming around and getting your legs forced open over and over. im not sure if you wanna look quite that pathetic, so you’re probably better off just letting me use your pussy to jerk me off. you’re getting mated either way, may as well keep some dignity