Might I But Moor—Tonight—In Thee!

Call me S or Eden 28, they/them, bi and poly

[yaknowlikenyah]

Oh my fetish? It's people with fetishes. Love a freak I can fluster by doing something innocuous

[yaknowlikenyah]

Bringing this back because NOTHING is more hot than someone with a clearly defined fetish I can play into. I want you stuttering and begging for it as I'm completely unaffected.

[pigeonsplayground]

your Dom talking about you like you’re a high-end sex toy. describing your functions, like how you self lubricate and make an array of noises when stimulated. that you're fully positionable and come with a variety of outfits and roleplay settings. showing you off to their friends as an object, inspected and groped as you stand there and await "activation"

And this. This is my favorite setting. It's programmed to pretend it doesn't want to be fucked, even though though that is its purpose

[pigeonsplayground]

taking the opportunity in front of their friends to “demo” their little doll. turning up the volume so everyone can clearly hear me protest being used, can hear me try to hold in my moans as my Dom fingers me and mocks how wet i am. making me take it up the ass when i ride them, my face at crotch height for all of their friends. watching them all stroke themselves while looking at me until my Dom grabs me by the chin and forces my mouth open for one of them

[pigeonsplayground]

wanna go on a date where you get me drunk at a bar. and like a few drinks in, when i’m tipsy and suggestible, you take me into the bathroom and convince me to suck you off. i get really into it cause i’m already buzzed and now i’m horny and you take my tits out of my dress and start fucking my throat casually. and i only really come to my senses when you’re tucking your cock away and buckling your belt. then we go back out and i have to act normal through the next few drinks, as if i’m not really just a sex doll with self lubricating parts and an easy start up sequence

[gentlyevilvt]

absolutely love "what were you thinking just now?" as a disorienting little curveball to messing with a sub, especially when I'm actively messing with their thoughts or memory. Making them reach for the thought I just took away from them, and getting even more confused and vulnerable in the moment they fail to reach it and only find my words there instead...

[ashes-and-bone]

Just woke up, anyone want to help a girl dog out?

[tinyxgoddessx]

Not that anyone asked but showers feel amazing after getting tattooed

[tlirsgender]

You actually can feel the strap if you're true of heart and believe in yourself

[nastyskeleton-deactivated202310]

mating press not just because I get to be as deep inside you as possible, not just because I get to pin you under me with my whole body, not just because I get to spread your legs apart and stretch you out, but because I get to look into your eyes as I tell you I'm about to cum inside

[onlinegf]

i deserve to be worshipped tbh (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[blxxxp]

Coming home and finding my puppy humping my pillow. Rutting her desperate mutt cock into it, soiling the pillowcase with a mess of thigh-sweat and pre. I walk up behind her while she’s completely lost in the act and clip her leash onto her collar.

She turns, face painted with shock, shame, and fear. “Y-you said you wouldn’t use the leash!”

I pull, not hard, but hard enough that she can feel it. “I said I wouldn’t use it if you were a good girl. You’re not being a good girl, are you mutt?” She tries to shrink back and away but I refuse to ease up on the leash. “Puppy stay.” I command.

She stops straining against the leash.

“C’mere puppy.”

She tentatively crawls across the bed toward me, head down and avoiding my gaze.

I smile at her and she shrinks back again. “Down girl.”

She settled onto her stomach, still avoiding my gaze.

“Roll over puppy.” I say making a circular gesture with my fingers.

She rolls over slowly, like she’s been hiding something. My eyes scan down to her crotch.

“Oh you’re still hard puppy? Are you getting off on me disciplining you? You know for an animal you don’t have much of a survival instinct, getting aroused when someone’s mean to you.”

She avoids my gaze but her cock twitches.

“Puppy do you know what you’re supposed to do when you get needy like that?” I point to her cock as I ask.

“I-I’m supposed to tell you, and let you take care of me.” She says with her head flopped to the side away from me. “And if you’re not here and I can’t-can’t wait I can touch myself or hump my pillow in the doggy bed.”

”And what we’re you doing.”

Her voice becomes softer, more ashamed. “I was humping your pillow.”

“Mhm, so you won’t do that again puppy?”

“I won’t…”

”You sound disappointed puppy, what’s going on?”

She’s quiet for a second, then she speaks softly. “Your pillow smells like you…”

”Oh honey,” I reach over and rub her stomach. “That’s very sweet of you.”

She presses into my touch, her head starting to turn towards me.

“I still can’t have you ruining my pillows, but I’m sure we can find something with my scent for the doggy bed.” I slide my hand down her stomach, over her waist, and stop just before her cock. “How about we take care of this right now, and we can figure that out after?”

[sinekliv0dka-deactivated2022041]

[avadaniels]

Does he want to walk into that fancy Georgetown party with my smell on him? Does he want to chat with the Kennedys and the Grahams with the taste of me in his mouth?

Hawk and Tim + dominance and submission (part 2) Fellow Travelers (2023)

[hauntingr0undx]

On your knees for me

[devyside]

Chubby bunny

Buy me a coffee ❤️

[lilyblisslys]

apropos of nothing my ass looks amazing in my outfit today

[lilyblisslys]

lazy pics because I’m technically working rn lol

Maybe I’ll take more for OF when I’m done with this meeting 🤷‍♀️

Onlyfans

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

The joys of pet training :D

[clickrtrained-deactivated202512]

hey im reallt normal abour this one ouppy can be trusted when its likw bitchsuited its really obedient

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

You’re bored.

Your thumb scrolls down, down, down. The light from the phone screen is a blue square on your face. You kick your legs a little under the throw blanket, a restless twitch that does nothing. The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the fridge. You are so, so bored.

You don't hear him come in. One second you're alone, the next he's there. He’s already unbuckling his belt. The sound of leather pulling through loops is loud in the quiet room.

"Babe, it's Throat Fuck Thursday."

The statement hangs in the air. You lower your phone. You can see him better now. The smirk on his face. The way his jeans are already unbuttoned, the zipper halfway down.

"You can't just stick your cock in my face and expect me to open wide because you said 'It's Throat Fuck Thursday...'"

You say it, and you're half-laughing, but the laugh dies when he steps toward the couch and grabs you. His hand is on the back of your neck before you can finish your protest. His thumb presses into the spot just under your skull, right where your spine meets your head. It’s a pressure you know well. Your head tilts back automatically, a puppet on a string he loves to pull. Your phone clatters to the floor. You don't care.

He shoves his jeans down his thighs. And then it's out. It’s right there, inches from your mouth. The head is slick and dark, a drop of pre-cum shining in the lamplight. You look from it to his eyes. They’re dark, hungry.

His thumb presses harder. Your mouth falls open with a soft sigh.

He nudges forward. The tip of him presses against your lips, slick and warm. You don’t move. You just watch him, your heart kicking up a notch. He pushes a little more, parting your lips. You taste him. Salt and musk. His fingers tighten on your neck, not hard, just firm.

He pushes in.

Your throat clenches instantly and you start to gag, but he doesn't stop. He moves slow. So slow. Inching past your teeth, sliding over your tongue. His other hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you steady. You can’t look away from his face. His eyes are half-closed, his own breath coming faster now.

He pulls back until just the head is inside your mouth, then pushes forward again. Deeper this time. The thick ridge of his cock hits the back of your throat and you buck against his hand. Tears prick your eyes. You can’t breathe anymore, your whole world narrowing down to this single, overwhelming sensation. The feeling of being filled. Stuffed. Used.

He sets the pace. A slow, punishing slide in and out. His hips rock with the movement. Your hands come up and paw at his thighs, gripping him. You need to hold onto something, and he's all there is.

He goes deeper.

Your whole body tenses. Your toes curl. He’s pushing past the point of comfort, pushing into that place that makes your brain short-circuit. You start to whine — high and thin. He groans, a low sound deep in his chest. That’s what he wanted. That sound.

"More."

He grips the back of your head with both hands now, fingers tangling in your hair, and fucking shoves.

No more slow slide. No more teasing. He bottoms out against the back of your throat. Your vision whites out at the edges. A choked, strangled noise is all you can make, a sound trapped behind the thick root of him. Your body arches off the couch, trying to escape, but his hands hold you fast. You are pinned.

He pulls back just enough for you to half-catch a breath before he slams into you again. And again. In. Out. In. Out. Fucking your face, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your head rock back. Your jaw aches. Tears stream freely down your temples, soaking into your hair. A thick string of drool, mixed with his slickness, connects your chin to his shaft.

Your brain is gone. There are no thoughts. Just the relentless pounding. The pressure. The burn. The desperate, animal need for air. Your hands claw at his legs, your nails digging into his thighs. You’re just barely holding on.

"ghlk~mmph~nnngh—"

Oh, he liked that sound too. His pace gets faster, choppier. You feel the pulse at the base of his cock, a heavy throb against your tongue. You know what’s coming. Your eyes widen.

He drives in one last time, impossibly deep, and holds you there. His whole body goes rigid. His fingers tighten into fists in your hair, yanking your head forward onto him.

A hot, thick flood shoots down your throat. The first pump fills your mouth, but you rush to swallow it. Then the second. The third. It keeps coming. You can’t breathe. You can’t do anything but take it. Your throat muscles contract on their own, trying to swallow, trying to make room.

He stays buried inside you until the last pulse fades, his breath coming in ragged pants against your cheek. Then, slowly, he pulls out.

The air that rushes into your lungs burns. You collapse back against the couch cushions, coughing, sputtering. Your throat is raw, your face is a mess of tears and spit, and the taste of him coats your entire mouth.

You blink up at him. He’s still there, looking down on you. His cock is slick and glistening. He reaches out and wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"Happy Thursday."