I’ve started interacting with other ppls blogs more, so I figured I should really make a pinned post.
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You can call me R, or puppy 💚 Most other pet names are fine too✨
transmasc bear, he/him. 5+ years on T. Bisexual 💗💜💙 (preference for men, but like all genders). Exclusively sub!!
I’m not particularly looking for a serious relationship, but I’d love to make some horny friends and be sexting buddies!! 💕 So,
DMs AND ASKS OPEN!!
This is just a casual blog for quickly rbing stuff that makes me hard, so I don’t tag anything!! If you have any major don’ts that you aren’t fine just scrolling past, you may not want to follow me (though you can always feel free to just talk to me over DMs ☺️)
Kinks and content that might appear here under the cut!
I’m into some heavy kinks, so you’re very likely to see stuff with cnc / dubcon / noncon here. Everything shared is with the intention of being between consenting adults irl.
I like stuff like abuse/manipulation, kidnapping/prisoner, forced petplay, general toxic relationship dynamics. While they aren’t really my kinks, it’s possible for you to see fake incest or underage if I like the vibes of the post.
I do like piss kink and may rb that, but no scat.
If you don’t vibe with that, that’s cool, but just let people do their thing in peace.
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Major Kinks: puppy play, dirty talk!!! degradation/humiliation, CBT/anything with balls, spanking/beating, crying, breast play, edging, overstim, face fucking, cnc, dub con, piss, monsterfucking
The very few things I don’t do at all: poop play, fat shaming/any body shaming, weight gain feeding, and detransition. Feminizing things and pregnancy are a soft no, that’s something I’d need to work out with a person first. (Breeding is generally okay, just not detailing specifics about pregnancy). I may not follow you if you post any of these. But also I’m good at just looking away. Occasionally posts with these may strike my fancy and I might rb them, but if we’re talking/roleplaying I don’t want it included.
Otherwise, I’m not fond needles and blindfolds, but it’s not a big deal.
Words: I mostly use the words cunt and cock, though I’m not incredibly picky. Any boob words are fine, and I love anything involving tits. semi anal preference, but again it’s not a major thing.
I often like to talk as if I have a penis, so feel free to tell me how much you’d like to beat my cute little puppy balls ☺️
Other quick facts: I’m disabled and autistic, I like dogs and D&D, especially my character Bexon and his bf Obediah. If I tag something with ‘smv,’ that means Saturday Morning Violence, aka my main campaign. I like drawing, though it takes me a long time so I don’t do it too much.
I named this account super randomly and put my most recent photo as the pfp, whenever I made this acc years ago. So they may likely change soon to something more obviously horny.
Thanks for reading this far! ✨ Have a cookie 🍪
I’d really like to make some friends or fwb, so pls don’t be scared to interact!!!
does my sweet baby wanna rub against my boot? awe, you're whimpering. you're actually fucking whimpering. oh jesus christ, just come here. i know how bad you want it.
I think the reason I don't have much success with men is because I'm too damn committed to being creepy. Like I wanna buy him a drink then hand it to him personally and after he drinks like half of it I say "You're so careless. I could've drugged that, you know." And when he asks me if I spiked his drink or not I go "It doesn't matter now, does it? You've already drank so much of it without even thinking..." But instead of letting me have my way with him he calls the cops 😔😔😔 I didn't actually spike your drink I just wanted to watch you squirm 😢😢😢
Maybe it seems like my fascination with edging and denial is that ultimately it's a surefire way to break anyone down. After enough brutal teasing and painful hardstops, whether that takes 1 or 100 tries, everyone becomes someone they never thought they'd become. They'll ask for things that they wouldn't even let themselves consciously think otherwise. They'll recite anything, sign anything, do whatever little humiliating show for me that it takes to achieve relief. I don't even care how it resolves, I just want to extend that descent for so long that the damage I do can't be fixed. I want them unrecognizable except for maybe the pervasive sense of shame. So, are you still interested?
Beforehand, I find out what you're not interested in, what you find gross or confusing or just plain stupid. Make a nice, long list of things you, for whatever reason, don't do. And I start from the least offensive, maybe something just silly that makes you roll your eyes. Imagine going from slightly amused and annoyed to begging in tears for something you wouldn't look at twice! Let the shock and disbelief at how moldable you really are wash over you as you try to imagine not being into this thing and you can't anymore. You're so pathetic and desperate for release that you've succumb to simple association-based learning. And once I'm satisfied with your training, I move down to the next item on the list.
Just had the thought "who could possibly want to be comforted while upset?" and was like ohhhh right something is wrong with me! Anyway, does anyone who can't imagine being touched while distressed want to get abducted and beaten until you accept my comforting hands no matter how much you hate or fear it because you have no other choice?
Taking someone who thinks they can't be trained and turning them into a beaten, reprogrammed animal who begs for my touch. Someone who freezes at closeness, who panics or lashes out or recoils in disgust. Someone whose skin crawls at thought of warmth, another body pressing against them, gentle and loving. That person will become my ideal pet once they've been shattered enough times to learn that my gentleness is far better accepted than resisted. And then their mind can melt away, becoming nothing more than a broken toy who whimpers and cries and begs for me. You'll love it eventually, even if I have to destroy you first.
I think painful social emotions are so interesting, like humiliation and shame and guilt and embarrassment are built into us to generally aim us towards pro-social behavior, right? But clearly they misfire, get distorted, are often plain incorrect, and get used against us all the time. If feelings are just information, why are these particular ones so powerful? Remembering an embarrassing thing you did 7 years ago does nothing at all for you, yet the visceral recall can gut you.
All I'm saying is that, with my help, I can flood you with so much shame, humiliation, embarrassment, and guilt that your little overactive feelings engine in there will be recalibrated. You won't be afraid anymore. Doesn't that sound so much better? I just need to make you feel worse than you've ever felt before first. You need to lose all reference point. I can really make you suffer, and then you'll be free. And I get to cum to your pain. How could you ever say no to a deal like that?
My wife just showed me this, my own post, and asked "What's gotten into you?" And I just went "😞 I don't know! Do you still like me? 🥺" She was like yeah no this is awesome
need to hold someones head with two hands against my bulge and just hump their cheek til I cum. Just grinding my clothed body against the side of their face, holding them in place where they can’t get away, getting off the pressure of their skin against me until they can feel the wet spot in my pants form, feel it pressed against their face as I grunt and pump my cum against their cheek.
"Bark for me." "Crawl for me." "Play dead." These are all good, don't get me wrong. The specific, discrete act that you must choose to commit, the humiliation and acute self-awareness, the flush of embarrassment once you've done it and you realize it felt so good. I'll eat it up, of course.
"Very good, that's a good dog. Now pant for me." Breathing itself is the bridge between volitional and autonomic. You must always breathe, but if you tune into your own breathing, it can be willful. Tongue hanging out, mouth open, eyes glazing. You're driving your blood oxygenation down, you're making yourself dizzy with need.
But most of all, you're turning your brain off. Some background processing becomes dedicated to harnessing this automatic process, and you could go on panting like a dog for me for a long time, couldn't you? It's so easy to start, isn't it? Just for a moment at first. But then longer, more frequently. In private, sometimes even in public, if no one can see. Before long, it's a habit. It's so easy to breathe like a dog for me. It's so basal, so pervasive, you might as well just be one at this point. Isn't that right? Good dog.
There's nothing cuter than the grin on my face as I listen to a subby little thing melt and pant and groan in pleasure and pain. It should get its own moe anime.
rapist's comforting/soothing that quickly gets less genuine and through gritted teeth and cursing as you struggle and refuse- through rough breaths and tearing at clothes, maybe it escalates to a slap or punch– followed by more breathless comforting and apologizing as they finally slip inside of you and get what they want
"no, no, hey, it's okay-" and they're fighting to pin your arms down and forcing a leg between yours "it's okay, please, i won't hurt you-" nosing at your neck and trying to kiss you and putting their full weight on top of you, shoving a hand between you to paw at your clothes "stop, it's okay, stop- fucking quit it." idk man idk man and if you finally give in (like i said, maybe after a punch or two. some degrading. idk, get creative!) they're vaguely guilty through their bliss, talking about "fuck, baby, isn't that good? s' not that bad, you're doing so good, thank you honey– m' so sorry, it'll be over soon," stroking at your skin and fucking you so deep never bothering to look you in the eyes while they apologize
