Take off your dust jacket.

Mid-20s, switchy otter. See pinned.

[lustylexicon]

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Call me Lex. I'm a mid-20s otter, switch/vers, aro-ace and more into kinks than sex. I'm some flavor of trans and that's all you need to know. People who themselves are detrans okay to follow but not if you're gonna get evangelical about it or co-opt me in – that means no reblogging from a detrans fetish blog. Anyone trying to detrans anyone else (outside of specifically solicited kink context) can fuck all the way off. I will block you if you harsh the vibe.

Speaking of vibes, info below.

Into:

Relationship anarchy (sharing out partners, showing off partners, participation by watching, group dynamics, co-subbing, platonic sex, other "what do you mean that counts as sex," getting funky with top/bottom dynamics, both parties forced, free use, nonsexual kink/+pale porn)

Genderplay (crossdressing, breeding, forced x-inization/omegaverse bitching, petplay, whatever's having fun with it)

Improbable insertion (autopenetration, strange penetration points, earfucking, bulging, all the way through, fisting, sounding)

Weaponization of the body (impregnation/breeding, expansion/inflation/cum inflation, lactation/milking, transformation, aphrodisiacs, heat/rut, bullying erotic weak points)

Domination/control (overpowering of wills/turnabout/domming the dom, domming as a sub, being made to submit/forcibly overcome, breeding, "you have no choice but to be good for me"/"See? I knew you'd be good," forced caretaking); subspace, dacryphilia, service tops

Hypnosis (dumbification/IQ-play, noticeable signs of someone dropping/being dropped into trance, intox, covert hypno, sluttification, fractionation, memoryplay, himbofication, dehumanization/dollification/altered states, common sense adjustment, mindfuck/mindbreak/instant loss); "X does y, you do y, therefore you are an x"/"X does y, you are x, therefore you y"

Warm humiliation (objectification, teasing, talking casually to a not currently involved participant over the sub's head about something unrelated, degradation as praise and vice versa, interrogation kink, forced exhibitionism in a safe space, forced caretaking)

Dubcon (ambiguous consent/eventual consent/"it's okay they liked it"; "white knight" dubcon, forced, cnc)

Nonhuman (tentacles, knots, wingkink, oviposition/eggpreg, object insertion, machines – erotic maintenance, wireplay)

Loyalty, service

Voice

Preferred terms:

Cock, dick

Sheath, quim, clit, wetness, sometimes cunt

Tits, chest

"Good": boy, girl, toy, blade, knight, cabur, kitty; potentially other pet genres if suitable

(Update: might be a dog now? Unsure)

Baby, sweetheart, (sweet/pretty/adj, + optional "little") thing, knight, cabur, slut, toy/boytoy, (kink-)slut, anything with a slightly mocking/sarcastic twist

Alpha, Sir (like a knight, not a tumblr dom whipping the bed with "You. Come. Now."), baby (said with reverence); potentially more but I won't know til someone whimpers it for me

Avoided terms:

Pussy, breasts ("breast" singular okay for total chest area), lower lips, womb, panties, taint, gock; Goddess

Not against it per se but it sounds weird: bussy, nipples, areola/e, boypussy, front hole, cheeks, pucker, perineum, scrotum, testicles; sweetness without a sharp edge

I prefer "dom" over "Dom" or "d/Domme."

Don't bring this up/not into it:

Scat, diapers/ABDL/messing, sex in public bathrooms

Slob, piggy, musk, spit; feet, armpits

Pain: bloodplay, knifeplay, yandere, snuff, guro, choking

Needles, tickling

Latex, dronification, GGMMGG/serial recruitment

Teacher/student, boss/secretary, master/slave, jailer/prisoner, nurse kink, maid kink

Human Domestication Guide

Permanent change

Dishumanization; malicious intention

Blanket sociobiological determinism; real-world prejudice: raceplay/+cucking, misogyny, sissification, gay/dykebreaking, etc

Genuine fear, obvious lack of consent/rape, jealousy, trust failure

Disgust from onlookers/unwilling third parties

Anything acknowledging a fetus; bodily parasitism/visible independent movement under skin

Irl: pregnancy, bestiality/k9, incest, underage, age gap (generation +), drug use

Obligatory "it's fictional" disclaimer. We are having fun. Play with me in this space – if you're curious about any of this, just send an ask. I'd be happy to give a (probably far too extensive) explanation.

Speaking of explanations, you may find more in my 101 tag. Current posts include: What's up with the emote tags?

Down to chat if you're cool. Don't assume I want pics. Almost always up to take on writing requests if they seem interesting, though.

May be updated later.

[hemipenal-system]

knight who went to try to kill a dragon but the dragon just effortlessly pinned him down and tore his helmet off and now she’s preening his hair and calling him a good girl and it makes him feel really funny inside… s-stop…

[gay-werewolf-with-a-sword]

Werewolf transformation leaves people so rough and ragged, look at them all sweaty and breathing all heavy, practically panting on the floor. Not to mention the wet fangs and the desperate, hungry eyes. This is foreplay to me.

[tlirsgender]

I'm not that into knightposting personally but I think it could be improved by being more fucked up. This is moving away from the fantasy media tropes it's typically drawing from but c'monnn... the helmet stays on you are a muzzled attack dog for the state/king/church/whatever. You don't get to have a face. Little miss instrument of violence

[tlirsgender]

Fairytale typical shit about devotion and whatever is cutesy I see the appeal. But I want it to be worse

[tlirsgender]

Maybe I'm not that into knightposting because I'm on some other shit entirely. I'm doing medieval mechsploitation. Does anyone want to play medieval mechsploitation with me

[tomorrowillbeyou]

Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*

[lustylexicon]

I'll be logging off here for a while. Turns out having a hot boyfriend does wonders as a place to put my libido – leaving the blog up, though; maybe I'll be back on a slow day.

[alliekills]

thighjob where we’re snuggling real close in bed and your cock is sliding back and forth but it’s passing over my clit each time and i’m digging my nails into you and hiding my face in your chest and one of your hands is on my ass pulling me forward and back in perfect rhythm with you like a stupid little whining sex toy made to get you off and you warn me between low groans not to wiggle my hips otherwise it’ll end up inside me and i’m fucking whining that it’s not fair and you’re saying i know baby i know baby but doesn’t it feel so good and i’m nodding reluctantly because god fucking yes it’s so wet and warm and the way it sounds— is messing with my thoughts and i can’t fucking think but it’s— it sounds fucking perverse and you’re asking me if i like how it sounds dirty like that because i’m just as filthy as you are and you can feel me getting more wet and you can feel my clit getting more swollen against your shaft and you bet i like how i can feel every single fucking vein moving back and forth over my soft wet pussy and oh you bet it feels even better because we’re so close like this right baby? so close together aww you’re such a romantic baby, do you like it when i make my dick feel good with your pretty body? and i’m nodding again but this time can’t even say it and

[trainwreck-of-thoughts]

Steel and Starshine (Kiss)

(This is post #24 in my 2025 hypnovember writing challenge, making use of the Residency Hypnovember prompts list. A full list of entries can be found here.)

"Sword?"

The word was a clarion call, a rallying cry, a thunderous drumbeat. It demanded attention like a sunrise over the ocean, like a star falling from the sky, like nothing in the whole world could possibly be more important right now. Her sword stirred from its vigil and wordlessly turned to face Her glory.

"Kiss me."

The words triggered movements ingrained on a level beyond volition. One of its knees bent. Its body tipped forward. With uncharacteristic gentleness, it pressed its lips against Her hand, kept them there for a second, and moved its head back up. Control over its body returned, but it remained where it was. It gazed up at Her brilliant smile, marveling at Her splendor while She cryptically regarded Her sword. Some time passed before She spoke again.

"What does 'kiss' mean to you, sword?"

The answer was sharp in its mind, but it waited, unmoving, quiet.

"You have permission to speak."

"To kiss is to press my lips to your hand, Your Radiance."

She did not respond, as if the answer was not yet complete. A second definition occurred to it, though something felt disrespectful about comparing the two acts so directly. Still, they indeed were called the same thing. Thus it continued:

"...or, for you to press your lips against the top of my head. That is a kiss also, though a very different kind."

She made a mmm-noise that echoed in its mind like distant thunder, the meaning impossible to place. Then, another order:

"Sword, kiss me. On the mouth."

Its body had already begun to enact the usual movements when the additional words charged in and broke the orderly ranks of its mind. It froze upon realizing the impossibility of the full command: like being told to kick something with your arm, like being told to add two and two so that the sum adds up to five.

One terrible, traitorous second of fear, fear that She had knowingly decreed a thing that could not be done, that She had tired of Her sword and simply decided to shatter it in an interesting way. Then courage returned. Its duty was to do as told. If it was told to do something, it simply had to determine how. It focused as hard as possible.

A memory appeared. Not episodic but procedural, a how-to rather than a what. Abstract, half-conscious. A 'kiss on the mouth' explained as a play of vague shapes and muscle movements, the impression of two heads facing one another, of lips moving to-

Oh. Oh.

Heat like burning oil rushed into its face. Its hands shook, once, before it redirected all its focus to keeping them properly still. The remembered act felt at once completely meaningless and utterly immodest, an impossible juxtaposition that left its mind in disarray.

Shock, not resolve, was what ended up stirring it. The sudden awareness that She had given an order, and it was just standing there doing nothing. Ingrained directives, briefly shook up by the mental turmoil, regained primacy. It burned with the all-consuming need, to show, right now, that its momentary inaction had been borne of confusion, not disloyalty.

It rose to its feet, took a step, pressed its face against Hers, and only then allowed the sheer blasphemy of the act to catch up with it. This could not be right. This could not be real. It must have misunderstood, somehow.

But Her lips! Her mouth! Her tongue, gently forcing its lips apart, the sensation so unfathomably pleasurable. The closeness of Her entire self, as She and Her sword kissed in ignoble symmetry.

It noticed that it had instinctually closed its eyes. It opened them again, found that She was looking directly at it, Her sky-dark eyes twinkling with amusement at some part of its reaction. Sensations overwhelmed the sword. Her smell so strong, Her face so close, the feeling of Her lips on such a sensitive part of its body...

Everything became too much. It broke the kiss, took a few steps back, and prayed quietly its efforts would be deemed sufficient. It suppressed a host of urges: to pant, to stare, to ask questions, to beg Her to never do this again, to beg Her to do this more.

Her eyes shone with transparent amusement. Instinctual, dutiful satisfaction at that helped cover up the sword's messier emotions.

Then She took a step, closed the distance between them, placed a single perfect finger on its brow. Something deep within it stirred in anticipation; a blade drawn, a bowstring pulled taut...

"Sword? Forget what I asked you. Forget what you remembered. Forget what you just did."

"Yes, Your Radiance," it reflexively spoke, and before the last word had left its mouth the memories had already been cut out. The notion that Her mouth had a taste became unthinkable again. The word 'kiss' collapsed back into those old, safe, coppiced meanings.

The sword blinked. It knew something had happened. It knew this was not for it to question. It allowed itself to enjoy, for one moment, the fading impression of Her touch among its thoughts, then returned to standing guard.

The lips that it had kissed time and time again curled up into a smile.

[chivalrychained]

head up, eyes forward, my knight. you may weep, you may fail, you may drag yourself forward - but you must return to your prince, come hell or thunder.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*

[behold-a-knave]

They keep stroking my armour lasciviously and asking to see my 'other' sword

I don't have TIME I'm literally on a QUEST

[what-even-is-thiss]

Ideas for background court drama in your fictional monarchy for flavor or humor:

King did not name his son as his heir because his son is an idiot. Said idiot son keeps trying to kill his cousin or uncle that was named as heir but keeps failing because he’s not good at this. Everyone is annoyed at the king for not imprisoning him

New political marriage in the court and the new spouse from outside the kingdom brought a chef with them that cooks weird

Some religious authority and the king keep going to war with each other and making up again like an on again off again toxic couple

Everyone thinks that one of the ladies in waiting got pregnant out of wedlock but she doesn’t even look pregnant and she keeps being like guys it’s been ten months

Someone important in the court keeps throwing really big parties that they can’t afford and people lower down on the ladder keep trying to find ways to stop them without technically disobeying them

Monks come complaining to the king that they’re not being fed enough when in fact they usually eat better than the king does

One of the servants overheard something really embarrassing and they really wanna tell someone so they’ve gotta figure out how to do that without getting in trouble

One of the members of the royal family has gotten obsessed with something (fashion trend, food, etc.) that the rest of the court hates but they have to pretend to like it or they’ll get in trouble

The queen mother (king’s mom) keeps annoyingly trying to interfere with how things are going and the king and the new queen keep running away and hiding whenever they hear her coming and it’s getting ridiculous

The king has not named an heir yet and everyone even slightly eligible for the throne keeps quietly trying to kill each other in the background while the king doesn’t notice and obliviously drinks beer and reads his newspaper

[blackvelvetofnight]

[sluttily rests my wrist on the pommel of my sword] hi

[anko-murasaki]

Made myself a new pfp for my Bluesky :)

I might change the one here too, we'll see

[stygiancorvuscorax]

elves are like princesses i think

[lustylexicon]

Ayyyy first bot \o/

[hemipenal-system]

a werewolf pack is a type of polycule