Murdoc’s Pet (spicy selfindulgentfandomstuff)

  Hello everybody! This is my SPICY self shipping blog!! Here I will indulge in my less PG rated love for my f/os, all of which will be listed on my card!    

[murdocs-pet]

About

Hi I’m Ezra!

- they/she/it pronouns

- non-binary guygirlthing

- queer (masc preference)

- 22 years old

- selfship nsft side blog

- submissive

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DNI

- minors/ageless blogs

- proshippers/thinks pedophilia, incest and other things of that type are okay- even in fiction

- detrans kink, misgendering kink type blogs (basically anything that invalidates a persons identity makes me uncomfortable)

- you actually want me to send/post photos of my irl self and/or are looking for a real relationship with me; this blog is for selfship nsft purposes alone!! I do not want an online romantic or sexual relationship!

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F/O List

Ezra's Self Ship Card

Ezra's Self Ship Card

Note: I will not post about some of my f/os on this sideblog due to the fact that their creators are not comfortable with nsfw content of their characters! Also I will not post about some of my f/os bc they are from kids media and it just makes me feel weird! (Mind you, every character on my list is canonically an adult tho)

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Kinks

As a disclaimer, I won’t list all of my kinks here just bc we’d be here forever if I did but I’ll list some of my favorites and some I don’t wanna see ever!!

Favorites (in no particular order):

- objectification

- dumbification

- breeding play (NO interest + active fear of actually getting pregnant)

- praise + light degradation (ex. “Such a sweet little fucktoy”)

- hands

- size difference (both in the conventional sense and like micro/macro stuff. Yea i know.)

- powerplay

- fearplay

- knifeplay

- mild choking (again, mostly the power dynamic)

- collaring

- basically a lot of these tie into me being helpless or especially submissive tbh

NO’S

- scat

- feet

- sounding

- fisting

- anything where the submissive is actually harmed by the dominant partner (I like to feel vulnerable but know that ultimately I am safe with my dom)

- the obvious ones like zoo, pedo, incest, that kinda shit

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Erhm. I think that covers it?? Anyways ty for stopping by and ily/p!!

[sapphling]

need a soft reassuring "you don't have to be scared of me" from someone i have every reason to be terrified of

[digitalvampyr]

girl who needs to be hunted in the woods like prey

[murdocs-pet]

just a random passerby who is enchanted by your blog and that you and Murdoc are the ultimate couple to me :-)

AWWAAUGHH/vpos this is so so sweet!!! Thank you for taking the time to say this!! It genuinely means so much to me, especially rn (<- guy who is kinda Going Through It rn 😭) so ya tysmm waaaa!!!!

[bratcasket]

hey bestie can u pound me into the mattress real quick . bestie can u press ur fingers on my tongue while i drool on the sheets. best friend can we have a pregnancy scare

[crowttore]

being a tease about giving a blowjob and doing little kitten licks on his tip. unfortunately the sight bypasses all restraint he might have and he comes square in your face. he apologises profusely and lowkey wants to die after

[murdocs-pet]

I really wanna hornypost about my fuckass new oc f/o but you guys don’t knowwww him yet like nobody but me has any clue what’s going onnnn 😭😭😭

[sheikahfication]

I need a blowjob but I don’t have a penis or a strap on and I’m not taking off my pants so you’re just gonna have to figure it out

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Corruption kink play where you pretend one of you is a virgin, is new to sex (or certain types of sex, anal, oral, etc) and is unsure, maybe even nervous, while the other has to teach them, guide them. Innocently looking at the partner taking charge as if you haven’t fucked countless times before, the “inexperienced” one asking “is this okay?” / “like this?” / “am I doing it right?” / “will it hurt?” et cetera. Telling their partner “I’ve never done this before” or “I’ve never let anyone touch me there,” while the “experienced” partner murmurs assurances that they’re doing so well, they can take it, it might feel funny, but then it’ll feel really good. Guiding their hands for some clumsy stroking or fondling, instructing them and praising them for doing so well… Both partners getting off to the thought of one preying on the other’s naivety, or to the more “innocent” of the two having all of these desires they don’t know how to act on, wanting things they don’t know how to ask for.

[murdocs-pet]

I have something disrespectful to say .

[murdocs-pet]

Too embarrassed to put this directly in the reblogs of op’s post so here goes instead…

Of course, Sylvester would be horrified at the idea of feeding from me, at first. I’d def have to convince him, trying to tell him, “cmonnnn itll be hot! I’ll enjoy it I promise!!”

And of course, he doesn’t believe me, too scared I’m just trying to make him feel okay about feeding from me because I know he needs and wants to.

He thinks this isn’t of my own volition. He knows that even if it is, I’ve never had a high pain tolerance and he’s terrified itll be too much for me and he’ll really REALLY hurt me.

He’s terrified that he’ll take too much, far too much, and drain me within an inch of my life or god forbid, drain me dead… the mere thought of it has him shaking.

But then he goes on one of those long bouts of abstinence from feeding and a couple weeks in, I find out that he’s doing it again and finally he caves and feeds from me.

Despite his best efforts, it’s been too long already and he needs the blood- my blood. And when I look up at him with those trusting, adoring eyes, he just can’t take it anymore. He snaps, trembling, clawed hands, gently caressing my face so carefully only moments ago, are now digging into my skin, as are his teeth, into my neck.

He groans with intense, euphoric satisfaction as he tastes me, biting more and harder, just to make the blood flow faster, allowing him to lap more and more of me up.

He vaguely registers my shriek of shock and whats probably searing pain but it’s only a faint whisper in the back of his mind, as the monster he’s become takes the wheel.

It’s only when I go limp beneath him that he finally snaps back out of it and stares down at me with growing horror as he realizes what he’s done.

It’s all his worst fears about this scenario coming true. I’m pale, and cool to the touch (like him) and I’m not moving. And the evidence of his carnage is overwhelming as he takes in the sight of my blood all over the pillow and sheets.

A hand to his mouth, he tries and fails to stifle a sob of pure regret and despair.

And then I open my eyes, sleepily and murmur, “hey there, Sylvie…” with that same adoring look on my face, as though he hadn’t just ravaged me to the point of blood loss induced unconsciousness.

And he nearly passes out, from the degree of emotion he’s feeling right now. With shaking hands, fingertips still clawed, he reaches out and holds my face in his hands, as gentle as he possibly can be.

“Oh my g-god… you- are you- are you okay? G-God! What a stupid question! Of c-course you’re not okay, I- I’m a monster, I-“

And I cut him off with a soft, weak snicker, “Jesus, you’re dramatic aren’t you?”

“YOU PASSED OUT! I- I thought I’d- oh god- I thought I’d killed you!”

“….dude.. I pass out when they draw blood at the doctors office. You’re not special for that…” and I say it with such a dismissive laugh, albeit a quiet, tired one, that he can’t help but relax a little.

And that was exactly the intent behind my little quip.

For him to relax. For him to trust in his own ability to keep me safe. From everything. From him. Him, especially, he thinks.

[murdocs-pet]

Too embarrassed to put this directly in the reblogs of op’s post so here goes instead…

Of course, Sylvester would be horrified at the idea of feeding from me, at first. I’d def have to convince him, trying to tell him, “cmonnnn itll be hot! I’ll enjoy it I promise!!”

And of course, he doesn’t believe me, too scared I’m just trying to make him feel okay about feeding from me because I know he needs and wants to.

He thinks this isn’t of my own volition. He knows that even if it is, I’ve never had a high pain tolerance and he’s terrified itll be too much for me and he’ll really REALLY hurt me.

He’s terrified that he’ll take too much, far too much, and drain me within an inch of my life or god forbid, drain me dead… the mere thought of it has him shaking.

But then he goes on one of those long bouts of abstinence from feeding and a couple weeks in, I find out that he’s doing it again and finally he caves and feeds from me.

Despite his best efforts, it’s been too long already and he needs the blood- my blood. And when I look up at him with those trusting, adoring eyes, he just can’t take it anymore. He snaps, trembling, clawed hands, gently caressing my face so carefully only moments ago, are now digging into my skin, as are his teeth, into my neck.

He groans with intense, euphoric satisfaction as he tastes me, biting more and harder, just to make the blood flow faster, allowing him to lap more and more of me up.

He vaguely registers my shriek of shock and whats probably searing pain but it’s only a faint whisper in the back of his mind, as the monster he’s become takes the wheel.

It’s only when I go limp beneath him that he finally snaps back out of it and stares down at me with growing horror as he realizes what he’s done.

It’s all his worst fears about this scenario coming true. I’m pale, and cool to the touch (like him) and I’m not moving. And the evidence of his carnage is overwhelming as he takes in the sight of my blood all over the pillow and sheets.

A hand to his mouth, he tries and fails to stifle a sob of pure regret and despair.

And then I open my eyes, sleepily and murmur, “hey there, Sylvie…” with that same adoring look on my face, as though he hadn’t just ravaged me to the point of blood loss induced unconsciousness.

And he nearly passes out, from the degree of emotion he’s feeling right now. With shaking hands, fingertips still clawed, he reaches out and holds my face in his hands, as gentle as he possibly can be.

“Oh my g-god… you- are you- are you okay? G-God! What a stupid question! Of c-course you’re not okay, I- I’m a monster, I-“

And I cut him off with a soft, weak snicker, “Jesus, you’re dramatic aren’t you?”

“YOU PASSED OUT! I- I thought I’d- oh god- I thought I’d killed you!”

“….dude.. I pass out when they draw blood at the doctors office. You’re not special for that…” and I say it with such a dismissive laugh, albeit a quiet, tired one, that he can’t help but relax a little.

And that was exactly the intent behind my little quip.

For him to relax. For him to trust in his own ability to keep me safe. From everything. From him. Him, especially, he thinks.

[murdocs-pet]

HUH??

[murdocs-pet]

Val sent me something in my inbox… scary.. 🫣

[murdocs-pet]

UPDATE: nothing scary, just a song rec from my beloved friend <3

[murdocs-pet]

hello my friend ezra for perverted reasons (heh) i need you to listen to perverted by elita cause it makes me think of ezdoc

OKAY!! Will do!!! (I must eat dinner now and prob go to bed after bc it’s like 9 pm 😭) BUT ☝️ I will most assuredly check this song out tomorrow!!/gen

Thank youuuu!!! <333

[murdocs-pet]

Val sent me something in my inbox… scary.. 🫣

[murdocs-pet]