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22 | gamer | heathen witch and practitioner. i don’t write fics, but I support fic writers.. my interests change a lot.

[lesbeauclair]

hello!

my name is ash! i am agender, and I’m not sure what pronouns i use because I’m in the closet and have gotten used to people using she/her pronouns on me. so for now, I’d like it if you just used thay/them pronouns on me. I’m 22, and disabled.

i love to listen to music. i usually listen to gaming soundtracks, classic rock sometimes, florence + the machine, kendrick lamar, sometimes i listen to musicals. my favorite games at the moment include: the Witcher : Wild Hunt, the last of us part I and II. in the future, i plan on playing elder scrolls iv and elder scrolls v if my brother has the money.

i look forward to someday getting the chance to actually play D&D, but im socially anxious and cannot get myself to sit at a table and join a group to play with.

i mostly post sapphic thoughts and some kinky stuff. unsure whether this blog falls into the formal bdsm category. i rave about how much i love soft doms and mommy doms. and whine about how much i need a femme girlfriend. i’m currently single.

dni:

• ageless blogs, minors, men, MAGA, white supremacists, misogynists, zioniats, anti semites, racists, transphobes, radical feminists/terfs, nice guys, incels, pedophiles, ableists, DV and IPV apologists, evangelical Christians, anti science people there’s probably more but I can’t think of any at the moment

kinks:

praise • soft domination (r) • body worship (r) • foot worship (r) • slight choking (r) • mommy kink (g) • oral (g/r) thigh riding (g) • edging (r) • somno (g/r) • begging (g) • vibrators (r) • hair pulling (g/r), lighter on receiving side • orgasm denial (r) •strap/cockwarming (g) • corruption kink(r) • collars (r)

maybe:

bondage (r) • rimming and ass worship (r) • overstimulation (r) • light spanking (r), pussy slapping (r),

hard no’s:

hard cnc • rape • degradation • dumbification • piss and scat play • spit kink • slapping • excessive roughness • weapon/gun/knife play • pregnancy

mutuals/friends?

want to be mutuals and maybe even become friends? send me a message or send an ask and I’ll get to it as soon as i can. I check my messages and activity when i get comments or a post, seeing comments makes me really happy

[saccharine-prince]

soft doms>>>>

Doms that take their time with you, who need to please you. Doms who notice a position isn't working for you so they move you into a new one so they can hit your sweet spot better. Doms who want and need you to cum for them. Doms who want you crying from pleasure not pain. Doms who get pleasure just from watching you get off. Doms who gently kiss your shoulders and back while they fuck you from behind. Doms who hold you and let you grind against them. Soft doms>>>>

[skylerloves-deactivated20260310]

This is officially a NEED not a want🥴

[lesbeauclair]

ITS BEEN A YEAR NOW LIAM JOKES OVER PLEASE COME BACK AND OUT OF YOUR CAVE

I genuinely can't cope unless it's me pretending that he's still alive and just in intense rehab.

[lesbeauclair]

i made a thing. use it as wallpaper if you want

[davidssdimples]

my mom had tylenol when she was pregnant with me and now i can tell which one direction member is singing which harmony . and unfortunately they shut off niall’s mic again in that new-ish clip that louis released for his new album (coming out on my birthday btw) #letniallsing

[sophsknight]

her in my lap, looking at me with innocence pouring out of her eyes, pretending the only thing on her mind isn't all the ways she wants me to use her until she's sobbing because she can't cum anymore. but i'm too addicted to the sound of her voice asking me to fuck her, so i don't give in until she does.

"what is it, princess? tell me, what is it that you need from me? oh, you want me to fuck your perfect little cunt? say it, i need to hear the words in your pretty voice. you're such a good girl for me, aren't you? you've earned your reward, sweetheart."

[lesbeauclair]

this this this this. need this. please

[needyfem]

yearning for being talked through it like, one hand working between my thighs as they look into my hazy eyes and keep asking me if it feels “good?” “yeah?” “gonna cum?” “gonna give it to me?…” "doing so good for me, baby…"keep going… " & praising me when they get a dumb reply😵‍💫

[lesbeauclair]

interact if you write soft dom!ellie. I need new fics to read and I need character comfort while i cope with being a lonely lesbian.

[rotten-bride]

“On your knees, pretty girl.” “Come on, sweetheart, open your mouth.” “That’s it, princess, suck on my fingers.” “Beg to ride mommy’s thigh.” “Nice and slow, honey.” “Feels good, hm? Tell me you want more.” “Nuh-uh, good girls hold it in.” “Are you close, baby? Just another minute.” “Let go, darling, show mommy how good I make you feel.”

Instructions, guidance, pet names, always.

[lesbeauclair]

someone please give me this I’m too scared to talk to people irl it’s so stupid i just a femme girlfriend who’s gentle and praises me

[lesbeauclair]

i ! need ! more ! soft ! dom ! ellie !

[leviathan-supersystem]

internet politics and real-world politics have gotten so separated, and pretty soon all this internet weirdness is gonna come crashing into real life and politicians are gonna start throwing around words like “SJW” and “anime communist” and “dark enlightenment” and it’s just gonna be the most ridiculous fucking thing

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 13th of april, 2015.

[leviathan-supersystem]

happy 10 year anniversary!

[august--and-everything-after]

[headspace-hotel]

This post.

This fucking post.

It is in some ways, the only piece of evidence I have that there was a time Before.

[lesbeauclair]

someone making me look in the mirror while they fuck me and I’m talking about my insecurities, praising me and trying to get me to see what they see in me. i need this rn

[lesbeauclair]

i hate that the only ones messaging me are the bots and not soft dom lesbians who will let me call them mommy and worship my body (yes including my feet im super insecure about them)

[lesbeauclair]

want a girlfriend but still not over my ex who i broke up with in march. i feel pathetic and im sad and im needy and its been three months im still heartbroken

[lesbeauclair]

women i’d like to be gently dominated by, I’d call them all mommy 24/7 (i forgot i had more so i deleted previous post)

[lesbeauclair]

this blog is mostly just me dumping all my horny lesbian thoughts and leaving them there to see if anyone pays attention or relates and understands because I feel ridiculous typing these but this is basically my horny lesbian diary lmao help

[madamejadex]

There’s something intoxicating about bringing you into spaces where others can see exactly how you bloom under my attention. The way your posture shifts the moment we enter the room, just a touch more careful, more composed. You try so hard to behave, to be good, to represent what we are with grace, and I adore that about you.

But you can’t help it, can you, my sweet girl? The moment my hand brushes the small of your back, the moment I guide you to sit beside me, your entire body goes quiet. Alert. Hungry. Just the softest kind of needy. I feel it in the way you glance at me for reassurance, the way your hands fold in your lap like you know they belong there.

And I can’t help but indulge in that. In you. Especially when we’re surrounded by other Dominants who recognize the signs, who know exactly what they’re seeing when they look at you and watch the way you respond to my smallest touch.

“Mmm, look at you,” I murmur, as my hand lightly caress your waist. “Squirming already... Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

You try to shake your head, but I see the truth written across your face, so I let a slow, indulgent smile curl at my lips.

“Oh, my best girl always gets a little shy when she knows she’s being watched. Don’t you?” I lower my voice, leaning in close enough that only you can hear. “Especially when you’re sitting so pretty beside Mommy, being such a good little girl for me.”

You make a flustered sound and I give you one last smile before I slip into conversation with my friends, discussing nothing of consequence. Just letting them talk while I trace idle circles on your thigh with my fingertips. Just barely enough to be noticeable. Just enough to make you wonder if they can see how stiffly you’re sitting, how tightly you’re pressing your legs together.

When you shift, I glance at you. “Oh? Can’t sit still, baby?” I say, louder this time, for the table. “I swear, this one’s always like this. Such a needy little thing.”

Their laughter is polite, but I feel your breath hitch.

“Now, now…” I say gently, cupping your chin between my fingers and turning your face toward me. “None of that pouting. You know how I feel about sulky girls. So why don't you be good for Mommy and sit prettily while I talk, and maybe I’ll reward you later.”

My thumb strokes your lower lip. You shiver, just like I knew you would. “There we go. That’s my good girl.”

You drop your eyes. Submissive. Silent. Glowing.

“You love this, don’t you?” I whisper with a smile against your temple. “The way they watch you when I touch you. When I speak to you like you’re mine—because you are. And you love that they know it.”

Your eyes flicker over at me, wide and guilty, and I catch the tiniest sound in your throat. My smile deepens.

“Oh, sweetheart. You think you’re hiding it, but you’re not.” I chuckle softly. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You freeze. The answer’s written all over your face.

“Aww, poor thing,” I coo, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “So worked up and we’ve barely even started. Does it make you ache? Sitting here so close to me, being talked about like a pretty little prize?”

I lean in again, letting my lips ghost over your ear. “I could tell them how good you are on your knees. Would you like that?” I tease. “Should I let them know how obedient you get when I have you all to myself?”

You shake your head, eyes pleading, but you can’t hide that flutter of need in your lashes, as you let out a breathy. “No mommy, please...”

“No?” I smirk, lips brushing your cheek. “Then be still for me, baby. Be good. You can do that, can’t you?”

You nod. So precious. So eager.

Later, when I notice that trembling has taken over your posture entirely, I gently reach over and swipe my thumb along your lip, catching the moisture that shines at the corner of your lips. You didn’t even notice. You’re so far gone.

One of my friends raises an eyebrow. “She okay?”

I smile wickedly, but my hand is soft as I caress your cheek.

“Oh, she’s perfectly fine. Just a little floaty tonight. She gets like this when she feels safe… or when she’s dripping through her panties and doesn’t want anyone to know.”

You squirm, and I feel the heat flood off you. God, you’re so easy to rile up, and it just makes me want to keep going. Especially as you release something between a whine and a moan.

“What did I say about pouting, baby?” I tut, before continuing with an indulgent coo, “and you know I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

Your eyes flicker with half defiance, half surrender. Before you hide your face against my neck and whine. “Mommy.”

So I say loud enough for the table to hear: “She’s the sweetest little thing, really. So well-behaved… most of the time.”

A little laugh rolls through the group, and you look up from your hiding place like you want to melt into the chair. But I tuck you close to me again, wrap an arm around your shoulders and press a kiss to your temple.

“Just breathe, darling. Let them see how adored you are.”

And I know, from the way your body leans into mine, the way your fingers curl into your lap, the way you exhale that trembling breath…

You love it. You crave it. And when we get home I will make you scream into my sheets, because you're my best girl after all.