I'm Lizzy and I'm a 21 years old female with she/her pronouns. I'm currently in my third year of college. I still live with my mom. I love animals, watching series and listening to music💕.
I'm submissive and could not dom even when my life depended on it🤭. Mainly because i just can't get into dom headspace but also because i'm small and weak. I'm only 5'1 ft/157 cm and 65kg/143lb.
I'm single but NOT looking for a relationship/dynamic!!!
I'm just here to explore my kinks, fantasies and have fun.
Keep reading for DNI, my kinks and my limits
I WON'T SEND ANY NUDES!!!
DO NOT INTERACT:
- TERFs, MINORS, z**philes, pedo/map/nomaps, transphobes/homophobes etc., misogynists, raceplayers, age players or people who sexualise children stuff and HARD KINKS LIKE R@PE AND INC3ST.
INTERESTS:
Pet play/kitten play (collars, leashed), bd/sm, dom/sub dynamic, impact play, hidden public play, degradation, praise, breeding (no pregnancy), cockwarming, role playing, size kink, voice kink, bondage, manhandling, edging, overstimulation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial and teasing, humilation, wax play, choking, free use, object insertion.
LIMITS:
Cutting, hard CNC, scat, puke, vore, noncon, graphic violence, use of the word r*pe, punching, kicking, misogynistic degradation, ageplay, inc3st, raceplay, diapers, feederism, anything to do with feet.
i really feel like showing off tonight… like what if i was in a university auditorium, on a desk in the front, and the professor was talking about me as if i was a specimen, or an experiment?
“here we can see the results of prolonged edging,” they’d say. “observe the slack-jawed expression and the empty eyes.” then, in my direction, the instruction “open.”
I’d blink, slow and dazed, unsure what they mean. so just to be safe i open both my mouth and my legs, revealing my drooling tongue and the fact that I don’t wear any panties under my skimpy little skirt.
the professor would go on, putting a hand on my thigh and squeezing, making me feel dizzy so I barely register what they say about me being extra sensitive and susceptible to any kind of physical stimulation.
“how much vocal output can we expect at this stage if we apply genital stimulation?” an especially eager student from the front row asks. I’m too far gone to fully grasp what he means, so I just whimper softly,
the professor smirks. “feel free to try for yourself.”
the student gets up and takes a glove the professor offers them, then starts working on my throbbing, wet tcock. it immediately feels like fireworks going off in my brains and I start moaning and bucking into their touch, my eyes rolling back, my tongue hanging out of my mouth like I was trained.
It feels so good and I get so close, but the moment I feel my orgasm building up just below my navel, the student stops and sits down again to take some notes. the other students scribble notes or ask questions as well, and from time to time the professor asks them to come to the front and demonstrate or try out themselves whatever they’re asking about. Something about oral fixation, application of lube, enjoyment levels of pain, etc… My brain doesn’t register any of it. I have long since drifted into a state of pure desperation and bliss, gasping and begging my audience for more, for permission to cum, just getting teased and edged further instead.
but i’m a good specimen, and i’ll play along… because after all, the professor has promised me to let me cum as much as i want once they finish their lesson. so, it’s only fair that i help them with their demonstration until then… right?
I want a dom and I want them to do weird "medical" experiments on me.
Not even sexual ones, like of course they would make me horny as fuck but just like them looking at me? OBSERVING me? Writing shit down on their note pad about me??
Wow. Like make me kneel for you and document how long i can hold the position without shaking. Document when my breath gets shaky or how long it takes for me to give up.
Say some naughty shit to me at random times of the day and note down what gets me the most red and flustered. When am i the most perceptive to the filthy shit you say to me?
How long does it take until you can train me into a new kink? What method works best? Denial and edging and only letting me cum to the new fucked up thing ur trying? Or just complete overstimulation? How many days does it take for me to beg for the new filth to be done to me.
God, write down what gets me wet the fastest. After every time you try a form of stimulation for 2 minutes we are done and you take all my vitals. My blood pressure and pulse, my temperature, you take a pic of me to compare how red I got. Check how big and hard my Tcock has gotten. You inspect how wet my cunt is and maybe even the taste. But not for my enjoyment. For your important medical research of course.
Because i am just another little lab rat to you. A good little lab rat, who gets rewards for taking part in your tests willingly of course. But always just your little test subject.
Giving you a full body inspection… asking you to strip and then laying you down on the soft leather exam table in my office… gently rubbing my gloved hands along your entire body… occasionally lingering for a moment to softly rub a certain spot to test your reaction. Just nice and slow and gentle… talking to you the entire time… reassuring you and telling you what a good patient you are… so well behaved and obedient. Seeing you get all embarrassed as you start to get wet, turned on by the soft words and touch… that’s alright, it will make the internal exam much easier if you’re excited for it 🖤
pup needs an owner that gives him treats when he manages to take all of owners cock in his puppycunt
pup needs an owner that calls him "sweet puppy" "good boy" "pretty pup" when he takes his punishment like a good mutt would
pup needs an owner that pins him down and inspects his puppyparts as soon as they get home from work to make sure he hasn't been touching himself while owner was gone.
pup needs an owner that grabs his hair and forces him down on owners tcock.
owner pinning me down to the bed and fucking me as hard as he can. when i start getting too loud he grabs my boxers and stuffs them in my mouth to shut me up
Owner whining out “good boy” as his pup fucks him rougher than he needs to. Biting down hard into his shoulder, digging nails into his hips, thrusting hard into him. Every thrust punching out another gasp and groan.
being pinned down and spanked on my tdick. owners mad I tried to escape inspection. there is no counting or set number of spanks, owner is teaching me a lesson and won't stop until puppy learns :3
"keep those legs open, or I'll keep you here for another hour."
"stupid fucking mutt."
"look at this, you're so wet. just from being punished huh? you like daddys hand that much?"
"oh but how can I blame you, you're just a slutty, dumb puppy aren't you?"
and once hes finally finished with me he takes out his tcock and rubs it against mine, giving me orgasm after orgasm until I've soaked the sheets with my puppy juices :3
perverts PLEASE come into my asks, I'm begging you 😣
she was already trembling from the first orgasm, a sweet, shuddering thing that i'd coaxed out of her with my tongue. but that was just the appetizer
i looked up at her from between her legs, my chin slick with her, and gave her a predatory smile. "we're not done yet," i said, my voice low. "we're just getting started."
before she could protest, i slid two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that spongy, sensitive spot on her front wall. my other hand went to her clit, not with gentle circles, but with sharp, fast, relentless flicks
her back arched off the bed immediately, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. "no, please, i can't," she begged, her hands trying to push mine away. i easily overpowered her, pinning her wrists down with one hand
"yes, you can," i grunted, my fingers a blur of motion. "you will." the second orgasm hit her like a freight train, violent and overwhelming. her whole body seized, a silent scream on her lips as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vise
i didn't stop. i didn't even slow down. i kept going, forcing her through the peak and into the agonizing pleasure that followed. tears were streaming down her face now, her words dissolving into incoherent babbling
"pleasepleaseplease," she chanted, not even knowing what she was begging for. her third orgasm was less of a peak and more of a plateau, a continuous, rolling wave of forced ecstasy that left her sobbing and convulsing.
her clit was swollen and hypersensitive, every touch a jolt of pure electricity. i could feel her muscles start to give out, her body going limp except for the uncontrollable spasms racking her frame
"one more," i commanded, my voice harsh. "give me one more." i added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. that's what did it
her eyes rolled back into her head, and a final, broken cry escaped her lips as her body gave one last, powerful shudder. she was completely limp, a boneless, tear-stained, gasping mess on the bed
i finally pulled my fingers out, coated in her cum, and made her lick them clean. "that's my good girl," i whispered, kissing her sweat-soaked forehead
talking her through it while fingering her in public
"shhh, angel… keep that pretty mouth quiet. we’re in public, remember ? you don’t want everyone knowing what a desperate little slut you are, do you ?"
"that’s it, just breathe. feel my fingers sliding so deep inside you ? you’re soaking my hand already and i’ve barely started. how embarrassing."
"you’re getting close already, aren’t you ? i can feel you clenching around me. don’t you dare look away from me. keep those pretty eyes on me while i play with your cunt."
"good girl… nice and slow. ride my fingers just like that. you’re going to cum so hard for me right here, surrounded by all these people, and you’re going to keep quiet about it."
"listen to me, sweetheart. when you cum for me, you keep your lips pressed together. i want to feel that pretty pussy flutter and gush all over my fingers while you try so hard not to moan like a whore."
"aww, you’re getting even tighter. you love this, don’t you ? the risk of getting caught while i talk you through your orgasm like my personal toy. go on, dear… let it happen, cum for me. right now."
"there we go… that’s my good girl. feel it ? let it wash over you. stay quiet. just tremble and leak all over my hand like the pathetic needy thing you are."
"oh, you’re not done yet. i’m not pulling my fingers out until i’ve made you cum again. and again. now breathe… and try not to look too cock-drunk in front of all these strangers."
Hight priestess!reader X some divinity who travels the earth as human with dirty talk? Pretty please yeas I am asking for smut xd
Praying hands
Angel x priestess!reader || (light) dirty talk, voyeurism, (light) dub-con || tw: religious trauma?
When you became a priestess, you knew your life would never be the same. Your love life especially, but you accepted that your hands would be the only hands touching you anymore. And you were fine with that, you could take care of yourself, and you would give your life for your angel, your god, the supreme existence that gave sense to all beings on earth. So you prayed. Your whole life revolved around it, around worshiping the angel of extinction, and you were happy with it.
But late at night you couldn’t avoid praying for different things. Praying for somebody to touch you, for the angel to give you a reason to walk away and enjoy the rest of your life without them in your heart, but with a warm body keeping you company at night…
And the praying worked.
You were kneeling on the floor, hands clasped in front of you as you talked to your angel, and he answered.
“I love your dainty praying hands, little lamb.” The voice sounded behind you, but almost with an echo.
You turned around in time to see a light surrounding something similar to a human body, but so different all the same. The creature in front of you looked nothing like the representations of the angel they showed you, he was ethereal in a way that felt almost scary, as if you looked at him for long you’d faint. But that only made him more beautiful (if that was even possible).
“I love how you always pray harder when you are fucking your tight hole with your fingers. I watch you do that, did you know?” You shivered at his words, so crude and rough, but so very filthy, calling to your repressed hunger. “I like to watch my little lamb playing with her hole and thinking of me. Because that’s what you do, don’t you? You fuck your pretty pussy and think of me as your savior angel.” You nodded, unable to form words. “But do you know what, little lamb?” He tilted your head up with a glowing finger, and you stared into his completely white eyes. “I like my little lambs a bit more... dirty.” The way he said it made you moan, and he chuckled. "Is that what you want, little lamb? Do you want to be my little dirty piestress?"
"Yes, please." Your voice sounded like a prayer, and it was exactly what he was looking for. A huge smile broke on his ethereal face as you gasped at his beauty.
After that everything felt like a blur. Your body was suspended in the air, and his aura was encompassing your whole being. His soul reaching to yours and merging with it until you could feel everything he felt, until your body no longer felt yours, but at the same time you could feel every single cell at the same time.
He didn’t touch you, not exactly, but he also did. His fingers, his powers, you were not sure what, were everywhere. He was touching those parts of you that nobody before him touched, and you were nothing but a faithful follower of his desires as you surrendered to him.
There was no pain, there was no doubt. You were a priestess getting the highest gift from your angel, and he was taking everything you willingly offered. It was an out-of-body experience, it was everything you ever wished for and so much more. His fingers touched your body, his dick fucked your “pretty pussy” as he called it, and you could do nothing but enjoy it. Screaming in ecstasy as he decided what to give you, and how to give it to you.
He fucked you full of come over and over, until the bright light of day was rising in the horizon and you were too tired to remain awake. “Next time you pray, I will come again, little lamb,” he said before disappearing.
It took you mere hours to clasp your hands to call him again.
zayne is so gentlemanly you really underestimate how he's going to be in bed. he is a good man after all. friendly, patient, intelligent, calm with just the right amount of playful. and after getting to know him, not nearly as serious as people assume. not boring to you at all. not even stiff in the way people often predicate.
but he's so sweet you can't imagine him doing anything to you that's not completely vanilla. your sexual appetite, you're sure, will be more than his. and you're probably into stuff he won't be. you make a number of similar assumptions. he's such a good man after all, but not that type. you doubt he even knows all of the kinky things you do.
you tell yourself it so often, and you believe it too. the first time you fuck zayne, he is... much better than you're expecting. maybe more inexperienced, but learns quickly. leans into it quickly. in a way that's not typical for a virgin, he leans in. feeds off your sexual energy. it feels natural, like you click. he needs a little guidance and it is vanilla, but he makes you feel good and works hard. and it's all you need.
you sleep together more and more. the longer you date, the more comfortable you get, the more the myth you tell yourself about zayne starts to crumble.
it feels almost like it happens overnight. like one day, you're teaching him where to touch.
and the next you're face down on your mattress, hips arching up, as zayne has a hand on the back of your neck to give himself leverage. deep grinding thrusts that reach all the way into your stomach, getting fucked so deep you lose your voice completely. cumming so hard your thighs tense, every muscle spasming. your heart rate pounding in your ears as you drool into your sheets, getting fucked with an unbearable surety.
you can tell zayne has been studying you. that each time you've fucked since the first, he's stopped himself to think of what he feels like inside of you. figure out what thrusts, what angles, what depth your needy cunt likes best. he's precise. not sharp or cruel, but needlepoint. as if, the whole time you've been having sex, he's been tallying what he needs to do to make you feel the best you ever have
zayne is better than anyone at learning. it's easy to forget because there's never any ego in it. not in his protege or pursuit. he isn't cocky even when he has every right.
so you forget that learning is his whole shtick. that pivoting and making snap choices was something he did every day for years.
you forget he has a kind of skillset, ambition, and self-assured belief in chasing after what he wants—that fucking you better then anyone you'll ever have, exactly the way you want, is nothing to him.
and it makes you just a little regretful for ever doubting him. his dick pressed so deep inside of you, tip grinding up against your walls, cunt slick with need and fucked open. so wet it feels like you're pushing him out and that every little thrust sounds filthy. cumming so hard and so endlessly that you can't moan, can't speak. just gasp and writhe and whine. try not to suffocate from the sheer pleasure as euphoria floods your nervous system. overloads your brain when zayne says something with a hint of well-earned arrogance.
you come out of it so dazed and zayne, ever the gentleman, doesn't say a word. just smiles a little knowingly when you remember it again, and get embarrassed all over.
possessive men having angry jealous missionary sex…..,,,, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at them….. looking back at them all lovestruck and them getting even more possessive because they want to be the only one to see you that way..,,,,…. aaaaughhshdhff
they’ll get embarrassingly wet when i call them “good girl” in that slow, velvet tone. they should feel pathetic, but they’re already dripping at the thought of me praising them while i’m buried deep inside
