ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ - ʜᴀʀᴅ/ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴄɴᴄ, ᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴋɴɪꜰᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ/ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ
@starry-0

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ - ʜᴀʀᴅ/ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴄɴᴄ, ᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴋɴɪꜰᴇᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ/ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ
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I'll be answering asks for a few days, so feel free to send some, whether they are prompts of some kind or if you just want to chat :)
mindlessly obedient subs are lovely but oh, do I love a smart-mouthed, prideful little brat. Those indignant whines, that tough facade. I know that, really, you crave nothing more than to belong to me, to be told you are good, to be guided and controlled. The only question is - how far will I have to go before you can accept that? How much will I have to break you, before you allow yourself the pleasure of submission?
It's so nice to see you posting again!!!!! I loved your content so gosh darn much, I found your blog when you were on hiatus and had notifications on just in case you came back!
ahh, that is so sweet :) thank you, I appreciate the support.
you said you wanted to feel good, baby? don't tell me you've changed your mind now, because I've already decided I'm going to make you feel good over and over again, until you flinch at the softest of touch, so overstimulated, it hurts. til you don't even have the energy to squirm or push my hands away or grip my hair. til you go limp in my hold while your legs twitch on their own accord. even when you fall asleep, I'll keep going and I'll make sure you wake up aching so your first thought can be of me.
If that's what little bunnies are for, what about little lambs >.> ?
oh, little lambs make the perfect playthings - so pliant in my hold, so eager to please. how precious, their perfect willingness to sacrifice themselves for my pleasure. little lambs sit pretty and do as they are told, without a sound of complaint, simply going limp in my arms and taking everything so well, even when it hurts.
miss ur posts, hope ur doing well!!
thank you, love. I know it's been a long time but I am considering posting again sometime and your support is appreciated :)
Miss you, Starry. Hope you’re doing well, wherever you are
Thank you, sweetheart. I am revisiting this blog after a long time away, and considering posting again, although don't get too hopeful - I don't have nearly as much time as I used to, and well, after being terminated, it just felt fruitless.
But asks like this make me want to reconsider, so thank you, again :)
tw: drugging
drugging you with your nightly bottle of milk, making you sleepy and all too pliant so I can repeat to you how much you need me and remind you of your place as nothing but my silly baby. your dizzy, drugged-up mind will be so easy to condition.
It won't be long at all until you truly are nothing but my little toy, whining and begging to be used.
silly thing - don't you know that this is what little bunnies are made for? to be filled over and over again? you should be grateful I took the time and effort to chase you at all so just stay still and enjoy it.
tw: stockholm
observing your captive as they begin to like you against their own will, stuck between hating you and needing you.
spending a whole day terrorising them but taking such good care of them afterwards until they forget why they ever hated you at all, until they ask you to spend the night in the basement and willingly cuddle up to you because they realise you're all they have.
carving is such an intimate thing.
laying someone down and getting them nice and relaxed for me with gentle touches and soothing words. tracing my fingers along their arms, their stomach, their legs til their body goes limp and they can barely keep their eyes open.
then, hearing their breath hitch when my fingers are replaced by a knife, the blade gently tracing their skin before pressing deeper, all while I whisper words of encouragement to them. and afterwards? cleaning the blood and holding their shaking body close, telling them how good they did and how proud I am.
the thought of a sub so permanently and intimately claimed by me? I wouldn't be able to stop myself from simply staring every time I catch a glimpse of my own work drawn across their skin. I'd trace over it each time we cuddle, and I could drag them to a mirror when they feel like acting up, let them see the claim I've made on them and have them explain to me exactly why that's there and what it means.
cw: cnc, dacryphilia
you look so much prettier when you cry. when little tears trail down your face and you look at me with those big, glossy eyes and pouty lips - your lashes wet, cheeks shiny. the way your body shakes with the intensity of it and every sweet, broken noise that leaves your lips.
not to mention, so much easier to take advantage of! you don't even bat an eye when I push my fingers into your mouth - you're just happy to receive any bit of comfort you can. I'm sure I could fuck you like this and you wouldn't even complain as long as I hold you to my chest and stroke your hair.
cw: somno
how do you expect me to control myself when you're right there for the taking? your soft, sleeping body, pressed against mine, and those little whimpers that slip from your mouth when I reach a hand into your pjs. so soft and pliant for me, hips gently moving back and forth, in perfect harmony with my hand. look at you. you know exactly who you belong to, don't you? even in sleep, your body moves with mine so well. your body knows even when you don't.
and that moment when you slowly come to has to be my favourite - eyes fluttering open, mouth agape in silent question and your hands reaching down to mine as you try to understand what is happening. that moment when I get to shush and affirm you, tell you to just close your eyes and let me use you as I please. you want to make me happy, don't you? that's it. good pet.
cw: cnc
soft and shameful r*pe, where I turn your precious little face away because I can't stand to look at you, knowing I'm about to ruin you.
trying to soothe you for as long as I can and shush you when you stutter out my name. gently guide you to the bed and let you cry into the sheets as I apologise over and over again, genuine sympathy in my tone. I know. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry. you know I love you, right? you're so pretty, so precious. I couldn't help myself. you understand, don't you? such a smart little thing - of course you do. cry as much as you need to, sweetheart. how about I get you a treat after this, for being so good? hm? would you like that?
got terminated :/