i'm 5'11. 6' on a good day (aka the days i'm wearing boots)
i am a vers sub with the occasional wish to dom
i'm an artist and i'm lucky enough to work in that field. but i'm also a lover, a reader, a shitstirrer, a witch, a cook, and so much more
i am born and raised and still live in the midwest. but like, in a city so i'm cool B)
i'm in a relationship but we are open
All the fun stuff under the cut
#ratrambles are my personal posts :)
This is a side blog so I can't follow back. Anons from me will come marked with -š
Hellz yeah, let's go!
- DMs and asks are open. if i don't respond right away it's because i've swung back from a real high libido to a real low one. i'll be back around eventually :)
- you can send me just about anything so long as it follows my limits n all that jazz
- most anatomical terms are fine (dick, cunt, hole, pussy, tits, etc)
-Free use to mutuals and those in DMs/askbox š«¶
Hellz tf no!!
- Detrans/feminization
- Minors, pedos, transphobes, racists. DNI!!!
Kinks
Public play/voyeurism - CNC (particularly free use, somno, and dubious consent) - Free Use - Somno - Degredation/humiliation - Pet Play - Praise - Bondage - Choking - Collars/Leashes - Marking/Biting - Edging/Denial - Orgasm control - Over/understimulation - Cockwarming - Stalking - Kidnapping - Bratting - Knotting - Light Pain play - Forced Masc - Ownership - Object insertion - Objectification - Body Writing
Limits
Piss - Scat - Vomit - Gore - Vore - Ageplay - Detrans/Misgendering - Anal - Intox - Daddy Kink
CW: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Exhibitionism (?), Werewolf Knot, One line of dialogue
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
You recently adopted a hybridāa dog hybrid, to be more specific. How you came to adopt him was quite a story, something out of the norm in your routine.
On the occasion you when had the time, you would take nice, relaxing walks along the forest, never venturing inākeeping your distance enough to admire the scenery and the little critters inside it.
It wasnāt a frequent endeavor; maybe once every two weeks on your days off when you werenāt too exhausted (emotionally and physically). It was a soothing thingāwalking at a leisurely pace, taking your time to breathe in the fresh air and in the beauty of the world when it allowed you.
Sure, it felt like something was watching you from the shadows of the trees, but you assumed it was a small creature (bunny or other). And sure, you did get chills, like danger was lapping at the flesh of your throat. Still, it was nothingājust your imagination playing tricks on you.
But, after a particularly harsh couple of weeks, you decide to go about your occasional walk. It was the usual; you could feel your muscles relaxing and stress fleeing from your mind with each step.
It was pretty startling when a pained howl broke your peace, head snapping to the direction it came from, eyes wide with alarm. It came from the woods, but you were hesitant to enter it, yet you couldnāt ignore the whimpers of pain piercing the air. You wouldnāt just ignore an animal in need, after all. So you entered.
You came upon a shocking sight: a hybrid, injured and soaked in crimson. Deep wounds marred its skin, gushing blood. Given its dire condition, you were quick to help, using whatever you had on hand to stop its bleeding.
You would have used your phone to call for help, but you were stupid, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible without even bothering to charge your phone properly.
āHey, hey, itās okay,ā you reassured, softening your tone, āDonāt worry, Iāll take care of you.ā
You could only hope that brought him some sort of comfort as you wrapped his wounds with cloth ripped from your shirt. He could only look up at you with wet eyes, dog ears flattened on his headāfear and pain littered his face, your heart clenching at the sight.
Too focused on stopping the bleeding and figuring out how to help him, you didnāt notice the subtle wagging of his tail or the spark of something in his eyes.
With much difficulty, you helped him up, throwing his arm around your shoulder and supporting his weightāquite a task, especially when heās so much bigger than you, a wonder how he got hurt in the first place. Lugging him all the way to your car was hard, to say the least, panting when you finally managed to lay him in the backseat.
You took a moment to breathe once you sat inside the car before buckling your seatbelt and driving off. The emergency vet (specifically for hybrids) wasnāt far, thank goodness.
Taking him back out of the car and into the hospital was a challenge, but you managed. They were quick to take him from you, given his condition. He snarled and snapped his jaws when they neared him, prying him away from you.
Still, you talked him down, assuring him that they were there to help and you would wait for him here, which seemed to calm him downāreturn him to that whimpering and tearful state, looking at you as they dragged him away.
They left you in the waiting room for a while, an hour or so, before they came to update you on his condition. Apparently, he fought and resisted quite a lot; they had to forcefully sedate him before attending to his injuries.
They then informed you that his injuries werenāt too bad and you could take him home today; they even insisted upon it, considering he seemingly got quite hostile without you aroundāwhich was odd given you had just met this hybridāand advised you to be careful of what hybrids you introduce to your hybrid.
You politely informed them that this was not your hybrid; you had just found him injured while on your walk. Then they proceeded to tell you that if that was the case, after he recovers, he would be given the pound, and the chances of him surviving would slim.
It was then you decided to adopt him. It was sudden, sure, but you couldnāt just leave him to the pound, fate unknown, and you couldnāt help but feel responsible for him, so you adopted him.
They microchipped him, sent him home with you, and heās been living with you ever since.
In the beginning, as he rested, he couldnāt really do much; he just stayed in bed most of the time. After fully recovering, he settled in quite well, and the collar you got him nicely adorned his neck. And his behavior was certainly something.
He would always rub against youānuzzling his face into your neck, clinging onto you, and snarling when you tried to pull awayāwhenever you came back from work. Walking him was the worst; glaring at anyone who even dared to look in your direction, growling when one tried to approach youāso overly protective of you.
He did not get along with other dog hybrids at all; if anything, they were too frightened of him. With one sniff, they scrambled behind their owners, letting out shaky barks. You would always apologize and lead him away, ignoring the smug smirk that adorned his lips.
At home, you never knew a moment of peace; alone time was a thing of the past; your hybrid never left you alone, even attempting to go to the bathroom with you, whining and scratching the door when you didnāt let him in.
He always sleeps with you on the bed, refusing to sleep anywhere else, taking up most of the space as he snuggles against you. Heās a large breed, larger than all the dog hybrids youāve met. He towers over you and could easily hurt you, yet heās so sweet to youāreduced to putty in your hands.
Sometimes, you wonder if heās really a dog hybrid. He doesnāt like other dog hybrids, doesnāt like to go on walks, and prefers to just stay inside with you. Youāve tried to persuade him, lure him with treats, but he just looks at you, huffs, then looks away. Heās affectionate and clingy, indifferent, and a menace.
Youāve caught him stealing from your laundry, hiding your shoes, ripping up your stuffed animals (with a particularly fierce vengeance), and scenting every single thing you own. Despite that, youāre always quick to forgive himāperhaps a bit too quickāespecially when he gives you those puppy dog eyes; itās tough to resist.
Youāve tried giving him a name, yet all he does is dismiss it, not even bothering to look your way or acknowledge it. You found he only responded to those silly little pet names youād give a partner.
He doesnāt talk much (calls you master a lot, though); youāve tried asking him what happened, how he got hurt, but either he wouldnāt reply, or heād tried to distract you.
Youād drop the subject, knowing it would lead you nowhere. When the word āMasterā left his lips, it would send a slight shiver down your spine, distracting you momentarily. You wonder if he would do that knowingly.
Overall, having a hybrid wasnāt all that bad; he definitely added something special to your life.
Although, these past few days, heās been acting oddāstaring at you with a sort of hunger in his eyes. You would ignore the heat of his gaze and how it would make you feel, focusing on something else.
You soon found out why: they say dogs have a keen sense of smell, and hybrids are no different. Your ovulation had begun, and he had grown all the more attachedāpawing at you, sniffing you, trying to nudge his nose into your crotch.
It didnāt help that you couldnāt take care of your needs, with him constantly clinging to you. Any attempt to go on a date was hindered by his whining and his ripping up the clothes you planned to wear. Or heād engulf you in his arms, keeping you in place for hours, which resulted in you missing your date and falling asleep, trapped in his embrace.
Heād whine and paw at your thighs, begging you to let him get a tasteāto get a sliver of what heās been drooling for these past few daysāgrowling when you refused and pushed his head away with an unimpressed look.
Yet he was so insistent, whining practically every hour of the day. Perhaps your patience and frustration snapped, or your desires overpowered your rationale, but you gave in.
He was eager, wasting no time in stripping you of your bottomsāpanties discarded to the side without a second glance. Despite how you pushed and batted him away before, rejecting his advances with the chastising click of your tongue, you couldnāt deny how your pussy now pulsed for his touch, your arousal coating it.
He licked a slow stripe between your folds, letting out a shuddering groan from the taste of you. He was quick to pull you closer, lapping at your cunt with a vigor he hadnāt shown ever before.
Your hybrid mouths at your dripping pussy, sucking and slurping as if he wonāt get any other chance. It has you rocking your hips, letting out soft moans, grinding your clit on his tongue, gripping his hair, and pushing him further into your pussy. He slobbers all over it, his saliva mixed with your slick drips down his chin.
He sucks your clit into his mouth, and you gasp, back arching with a whine. He flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves, relishing in your reactions, cock twitching and leaking pre-cum from your taste and sound alone.
He spreads you wider, drawing his mouth away with a āpopā before plunging his tongue into your wet hole, the sudden intrusion making you explode over his face. He doesnāt stop, your legs quivering as he moves hisāsurprisingly longātongue inside you, fucking you with it.
Your orgasm falls onto another with a cry, your walls clenching around it as your cum covers his tongue; he feels as if he could get drunk on the taste.
Youāre shaking, breath coming out in heated pants. You try to pull away, but he holds you down, keeping you in place as he continues his assault on your poor cunt, grinding into the mattress.
He has you come at least twice more before stopping, pupils blown wideāhazed and addicted to the feeling of your cum coating his mouth. Youāre trembling by the end of it, hot and flushed as you come down from that high.
You thought he was doing it for your pleasure, but it seemed like it was more for his own.
Your hybrid purrs, curling around you and falling asleep. Exhausted, you decide to do the same.
You donāt know how you manage to face him after that, but you do. He continues to be the same, albeit more clingy and incredibly more possessive. Before, he would dislike you leaving the house without him; now, he despises it.
Whenever you return from work or take a simple trip to the store, he sniffs you, scrunching up his nose as if he smelled something foul. Heās swift to relieve his anger by pining you down and eating you out, not that you put up much of a fight anyway.
His tongue always hits the right spots to have you panting and moaning for more. But he never does, only fucking you with his tongue or thick fingers, never his cock; it makes you ache for it, getting embarrassingly wet every time you fantasize about it.
You donāt ask for it; you donāt beg; you just waitāyou know heās yearning for it, too.
Aside from that, heās also developed a new behavior: bringing you gifts. One of the pros of living by the forest is the scenery. One of the cons is that your hybrid somehow escapes and hunts for you, bringing dead critters to your doorstep.
Is it horrifying the first few times it happens? Yes. Do you get desensitized to it after a while? Also, yes. While you do feel guilty for skinning these animals, you donāt want his gifts to go to waste. And you canāt deny that they taste delicious.
Thatās how your life is for a few weeks. One night, though, you discover something about your loveable hybrid.
Itās midnight when you wake, something prickling at the back of your mind to get up. Itās dark, with moonlight filtering through the curtainsāsoft yet bright, with the moon so full and clear, unhidden by rolling clouds.
You groan, sleep still so heavy in your eyes; the space beside you is empty. Itās slow to register the lack of warmth beside you, but when you do, confusion trickles into your mind, and you move to sit up.
Your legs are a bit shaky from earlierāfrom how he plunged his thick fingers into your cunt, making you fall over the edge again and again, as if prepping you to take something far bigger, far thicker, yet never didābut you manage to stand up, anyway.
Goosebumps rise on your skin from the cold air hitting your bare legs; all you wore was a baggy shirt that fell mid-thigh and your underwear. You hear noises from the kitchen, and the thought of an intruder doesnāt even cross your mind; you just assume itās your hybrid. You amble to the kitchen, a yawn crawling out of your throat.
You called out to him, but there was no answer. Odd.
Fear strikes your heart when you see it.
It towers over you with piercing yellow eyes, black matted fur, and a snarling snout. It stands on two hind legs, nostrils flaring as it takes in your scent (you see its cock twitch between its legs); it just stares. Your heart pounds so loud, you wouldnāt doubt it could hear it.
Your eyes flick to the blue collar peeking between its fur, adorning it with familiarity, and your heart sinks to your stomach. As if reading your mind, sensing your wild emotions, it cocks its head to the side, waiting for you to make a move.
You run.
You slam the door open, bolting out of the house. It chases after you.
Panic and fear plague your mind, and for a second, you think youāre dreamingāa horrid nightmare coming to haunt youāas you dash into the forest, but the pain of rocks and little twigs digging into your bare feet tells you that this is no dream, this is reality. You hear the jingle of its collar behind you, keeping up with you with ease. You huff and pant, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Your hybrid? A werewolf? That didnāt make sense; it couldnāt be, yet it had the same collar, the same eyes, the same fur, just a different appearance.
You meet the ground in a hard and forceful drop, the smell of the earth filling your nose as the ground digs painfully into you. It pins you down with a clawed hand, pushing uncomfortably between your shoulder blades.
You struggle and squirm underneath its hold, but itās futile. Tears prick your eyes, your heart pounding erratically inside your chest as it sniffs at your neck, inhaling your scent, breath warm against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut in fear, cheek pressed against the forest floor.
You feel something pressing into your thigh, it doesnāt take a genius to know what it is, and against your willādespite the dread stilling youāyou feel your pussy throb at the thought. It buries its snout into your neck, breathing in the unwanted desire rippling underneath the surface; it growls, its cock stiffening up against your thigh.
Keeping you pinned, it lifts your hips in the air with one clawed hand, licking a stripe up your neck before ripping your pretty panties apart. Forcefully spreading your legs, it rubs its cock against your pussy lips with delicious friction, already finding you embarrassingly wet.
You bite back a moan, struggling a bit more (unintentionally wriggling your hips), and it takes that as an invitation. You feel something blunt nudge at your wet hole; you canāt tell if you shudder from fear or anticipation before sinking in.
Itās thick as it pushes in, and you canāt stop the filthy moan that escapes you as it does so. Even with the amount of prep your hybrid (werewolf?) had done earlierāprobably to prepare for his werewolfās animalistic needsāit still burns as he splits you on his cock, stretching you open. Impatience fuels him, slamming the rest of his cock inside you, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.
He lets out a guttural growl when he fully sheaths himself into your tight cunt. You feel so full; heās so big inside you, your belly bulging from the sheer size of him. He pulls back before ramming himself back into you, pounding away at your dripping pussy, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. His teeth clamp onto your shoulder, claws digging painfully into your flesh; the feeling has you clenching around him.
Itās not gentle; itās a rough, brutal pace he sets as he fucks you, abusing your poor hole for his pleasure, his collar jangling with each hard snap of his hips. You whimper and whine, trying to grab onto something as he cruelly slams in and out of your needy cunt, hitting that spot that has you trembling from the pleasure.
It should be embarrassing how obscene the sounds areāhow your pussy drools around himābut all you could focus on was the sensation of him filling you over and over again.
Youāre practically begging as he fucks you on the forest floor, teetering on the edge of bliss, eyes rolling back. Something inflates at the base of his cock, swelling before he forces it into your cunt.
That does itāsends you over with a scream, the rhythm of his thrusts stuttering as he shoots hot ropes of his cum inside you.
You pant, breathing hot and heavy as you recover from the aftershocks of your pleasure. Your werewolf laps at the marks he left on your skin, tail wagging behind him as you wait for his knot to go down.
You just hope you regain control of your legs before the sun comes up; you wouldnāt want any of your neighbors to see you hobble back to your house, cum rolling down your thighs and a wolf trailing behind you in the daylight.
puppy's owner feeding them their favorite treats, but something tastes a little off. Puppy knows their owner wouldn't do anything bad to them, so they dont think too hard about it.
Pup feels all soft and floaty, giggling at every little thing. They don't even realize that they've been flipped onto their stomach until they feel their owner pulling down their boxers. Just the sensation of cool air on their puppy hole already has them dripping with need. They don't know why everything feels so amplified, but their not complaining.
They don't even register their owner taking their own pants off, just the hot press of their dick entering their hole. Their owner rings orgasm after orgasm out of their little pup, treating them like the toy they are.
p.s. I am begging for some pervy, horny asksš
[sorry if this sucks -- can you tell I've never written fantasy stuff OR been high?]
it's not just about getting knotted. it's about being fucked hard and fast by something that's not concerned about anything but it's own pleasure. it's about being mounted and stuck in place by a knot that keeps you pinned under a panting animal. it's about the helplessness when it gets bored and tries to pull out and you're just being pulled around by your soaked cunt until it finally pops free and leaves you dripping with cum and completely brainless
tired of having to make decisions and go to work and be responsible
i need an Owner to keep me in a cage when they aren't home so i feel safe. i need an Owner to tell me what to eat and what to wear and how to act. i need an Owner to take care of me so i don't have to go to work and i can keep the house clean and make our meals and go brain dead on porn when i'm done with my chores
I had an exam a few weeks ago and this is what I was thinking about the whole time lol. (Passed btw)
Finally, you were in the waiting room for that final test you'd been studying for weeks. They made you go to a proctor for it. It was frustrating uprooting your schedule and cutting into your weekend for the sake of having someone watch you take a test- ensure you weren't cheating. But, we do what we must. The waiting room was boring, dated, and gray. You stared at the wall, trying to recall as much of the information you studied as you possibly could- this test was important.
It took a while but they eventually they called your name. It was your turn. You gave them your bag, your phone, your notes. You let them search you over your clothes to make sure you weren't bringing anything into the testing room. After what seems like an excessive amount of precaution, they let you enter. The attendant leads you to a computer, as dated as the waiting room, and begins droning on and on about the rules of testing before handing you a set of headphones and wishing you luck.
You let the headphones cover your ears, removing any distraction between you and your computer. The clicks and clacks from the other test-takers were completely gone. As you began your test, there was a pop-up reminder about relieving test anxiety. You allowed yourself to take the advice and took a deep breath in and out to try and "let go of those feelings of nervousness", or however the program had put it. Now that you were feeling a bit calmer, a bit more relaxed, you figured it was time to start answering the questions.
The first questions were relatively normal. You began to feel more comfortable because every question was exactly what you studied. But, as you progressed, the questions became sort of confusing. Was this even related to the source material? Whatever. You continued. But, the questions kept getting weirder and weirder. You tried your best to answer them but thinking through them was just so taxing. Each question left you feeling more and more drained and disoriented. It was becoming easier to just melt into the humming emitting from the headphones. Humming? When did that start? You decided it didn't matter. It was important to continue this test.
God, these old computers are annoying. Every 10-15 questions it would get stuck loading. So you would just be trapped there. Sitting. Watching the classic loading symbol spin and spin. Listening to humming lowly grumble as you waited. Letting your mind drift. Those questions were so confusing. You were grateful for the seconds let your thoughts quiet. Spinning. Humming. Drifting. The longer the test went on, the more you found yourself wishing the computer would stall out more or for longer each time. To let yourself let go more and for longer. Each round of it let you get fuzzier and blanker than the last time.
By the time you were getting to those final questions, you could barely force yourself to think. But, now, the test was basically just giving you the correct answers.
287: You are obedient.
A. I am obedient
B. My thoughts matter
C. I have passions outside of service
D. Free will is important
288: Service is all that matters.
A. I should be mindful
B. Balance is important
C. Service is all that matters
D. I am a human being
289. You are meant for pleasure.
A. I deserve rights
B. I am meant for pleasure.
C. Self-expression matters
D. Individuality is valuable.
Each ding as you fed the computer the right answer filled you with pleasure. Ding. Pleasure. Ding. Pleasure. Ding. Pleasure. Hum. Drift. Watch. Ding. Pleasure. Your mind was flooded with stimuli. Thinking was impossible. The test gave you the answers. You did what it told you. And, it rewarded you in turn. Ding. Pleasure. Ding. Pleasure. You clicked next, to what should've been your final question.
The computer stalled again. Sit. Watch. Hum. Drift. The animation looped and so did your mind. Sit. Watch. Hum. Drift. Spin. Your memory gets spotty here. You had no idea what was going on. Your mind was mush. Your only job now was to sit, wait, and drift until someone else came to collect you.
Sleepy sex sounds delightful right about now... My head resting with my forearms folded under my pillow, my body all cozy in bed, and I'm barely awake as my owner crawls ontop of me and slides down my shorts. All I can do is make soft moans which get muffled by my pillow as he teases my pussy lips with his head, slowly rubbing it up and down to get them nice and slick, before gently pushing it inside. I'm so tired and sleepy my back can hardly arch as he carefully drives it in to the hilt, and I push my face deeper into my pillow. I can just imagine the fluttering I'd feel in my chest from him petting my curly hair in between my puppy ears while he's fucking me, telling me I'm taking him so good, letting me know it's okay if I want to go to bed.
I want him to kiss my neck up and down as he continues to whisper praises, I want to hear his voice wavering as he attempts to conceal just how good I feel around his cock. I want to feel his dick slowly yet steadily rocking in and out of my warm cunt until my walls begin to tighten and convulse - and I want to feel my cum starting to leak out around his member and onto my sheets. And my orgasm won't even be a loud one because I'm just so, so tired; all I do is let out a drawn whimper while my tail slowly wags and my legs tremble. But Daddy isn't done yet, so even if I fall asleep from my orgasm, he'll keep going - he'll fuck me until the morning if he has to. And that's what I want him to do.
the thought of being hypnotized and then waking up with a new kink .. šµāš«
but especially one that i always hated, the idea of feeling my body react to something that it never did before and then my whole body heating up with embarrassment realizing that happened .. š¤¤
iād try my best to hold out, to not touch myself, still thinking to myself āno.. no, i donāt like this..ā until finally, i canāt help it anymore and rub my needy cl!t, eventually cumming my brain out over something i originally despised
