kay

21 | 18+ blog | they/them | stone butch

[suspiciously-fox-shaped]

About Me

My name is Kay, my pronouns are they/them, and I'm 21. I'm an autistic non-binary desi butch dyke. I'm demisexual and not interesting in sexting with you, but I love making friends and meeting people so shoot me a dm if you want :)

I'm a stone top who is dom-leaning with a large variety of kinks, but most boil down to combining tenderness with violence. I want a partner who I can be gentle with and cherish on one day, and be brutal with on another. I want a deep connection that gives me the ability to channel my love and energy into a person while feeling like my effort and desire are being reciprocated in their own unique way. Some specifics are pet play and shibari, but there are many others that I don't feel like listing here.

Sometimes I like playing as a sub, but it's not common and is within very specific scenarios. I do however frequently enjoy being a creature who gets headpats and other sorts of things typical of non-sexual petplay :3 

Outside of kink, I'm a big reader and enjoy a lot of science fiction media. My dms are open to anyone who wants to tell me about the book they're currently reading. I'm in university which takes up a lot of my energy that would be otherwise directed into hobbies, but when I have the free time I like to do photography.

Favorites:

Books: Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer, What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher, anything by Ursula Le Guin.

Movies: Godzilla (OG & Shin Godzilla especially), Alien, 28 Days Later.

Music: HEALTH, Nine Inch Nails, Violent Vira, She Wants Revenge.

Minors DNI, but anyone else is welcome to reach out as long as they are interested in real talk. Especially beautiful femmes who want to tell me about their books.

[terraswallows]

Casual dominance is so fucking gay, especially when it's wrapped up in that soft, affectionate, “you're my girl and I'm going to take care of you” energy.

I want you to casually pull me onto your lap like that's simply where I belong. One moment I'm standing beside you, the next you've got me settled against you, your arms around me while I'm sitting there blushing like an idiot.

I want you to gently take my chin and make me look at you when I'm being shy. That little “eyes on me, pretty girl” would absolutely destroy me.

I want that hand on my back when we're walking together, guiding me through a crowd and keeping me close. Maybe occasionally giving me a little nudge forward with a quiet “come on, sweetheart.” It's such a tiny thing, but I'd melt.

And pet names. Call me your girl. Call me pretty girl. Call me beautiful. Call me your sweetheart or your little darling. Give me those affectionate little titles that make my trans heart go completely fuzzy because I know exactly how much I adore hearing them from you.

And please, head pats. Give me those little pats on the head when I've done something good. Run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm being a good girl. Watch me immediately become the happiest, most flustered little creature imaginable.

I want the affection to be possessive in that soft, romantic way too. Holding my hand while we're walking, pulling me against your side, casually kissing my forehead or cheek, and occasionally giving me a little kiss in public just because you can.

It's that beautiful combination of dominance and tenderness that gets me. You aren't just taking charge, you’re making me feel adored. Like I'm your pretty girl, your sweetheart, your lover, and your little pet all at once.

Basically, I want the kind of woman who can look at her blushing trans girlfriend, give her a gentle head pat, hold out her hand and simply say, “Come here, pretty girl.”

And unfortunately for me, I will be coming over immediately.

[femmeunicornprincess]

Butch letting me sit on their laps with their arms wrapped around me >>>

[bbearbutch]

Femme sitting in my lap with my hands on their waist >>>>>>>

[futchswitch]

intelligence is such a turn on for me like yes teach me about something! now let’s make out!

[thelivingvampyrr]

[whitefeatherhawktailbutch]

me and my future femme

[suspiciously-fox-shaped]

omg!!! another desi butch!! :D

omg!!!! hiii!!!!!

[victor-redgrave]

ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ?

[cyber-5red]

She’s so mwah

[severelysweetmyth]

low-key want a pretty girl to be able to turn her brain off when she's with me, trusting me so much in and out of bed <3

[bigdumbbutchdog]

I actually love walking in the rain because I get to shake my hair out like a wet dog when I come back inside

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

I want to train you like a dog.

You'll be given commands in a language you don't understand. Through my motions, how I push your butt to the ground, how I gesture and correct, you'll start to learn each. Sit and heel will come quickly enough. They're the first I work on with new animals. Sit. Watch me. You're a smart thing so I expect you to pick this up quickly. Over time you'll naturally begin to focus solely on me, on my hands, even as you idle and rest you'll be alert to my smallest demand.

How long will it take you to realize I've given you a new name? Some dogs never quite put it together. You'll learn to listen to for that foreign twist of my tongue and internalize it. That sound, that's you now. More importantly, that's how I call for you.

The more complicated commands will take weeks to perfect. Days to even learn what I want when I bark that new word at you. Like a dog you'll sit and puzzle over the meaning, playing over the word and the movements I give until it finally clicks.

You'll be so proud when you figure it out that shame wont touch you. You used to be a person after all. Don't you remember how hard you would think about little things like how to manage your life? Now all that drive is refocused on the singular goal of pleasing me.

You exist on my schedule. You'll wake with me, sleep with me. You'll be given access to your water from a bowl on the ground and brought outside to sniff and empty your bladder. You'll find endless joys in the toys I give you and the treats I let you earn.

When I correct you it will be immediate, pointed, and quickly forgiven. Nips to your scruff, the invasion of your personal space, even forcing you to feel small as I pull your face into mine and growl the word you've learned means "No." If you show even a hint of food aggression you'll be eating each piece of your kibble from the small of my hand until I'm satisfied you know nothing belongs to you.

You'll exist without contemplation of yourself. You'll exist for the joys of my praise, my fingernails scratching through your coat, the small treats I feed you.

My sweet puppy, look how far you've come.

"Paw."

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

While I love the reactions and responses to this post, there have been a few misconceptions that I would like to address

You're not a person anymore.

You're an expensive pet.

Maybe you were a person once. Maybe even one that was filled with complicated thoughts and big dreams. Now you're a dog.

Just a dog.

Not even of any particular pedigree.

You're an animal that will be spoken over and shushed when it tries to speak. Do you think I care what a dog might have to add to a conversation? Do you think I will allow something I own to bark for attention? Instead I'll let you have your little growls when we wrestle with your toys. You'll learn the importance of play sneezes. You'll neutralize stressful situations with a shake down your spine. Day by day your complicated thoughts will dissolve into the simple feelings an animal is allowed.

You'll get your medicine each morning placed on the back of your tongue before I hold your mouth shut. You'll never know what you're taking, and I wont even think to tell you. When you get sick I'll take you to a stranger who will place you on a cold table for examination. You'll understand nothing but my warm hand soothing down your spine, telling you it's alright.

You're a dog that exists to be taken care of. You're a dog that learns tricks just to entertain me.

How long will that treatment take to produce results? Do you think you'll remember the last words you speak or the last time you stood on two feet? How long before you go quiet, focused only on the sound of my voice or the slow contemplation of the world immediately around you? How long will it take for your mind to slow down?

How long before you search out the sunspots in the house to doze quietly for the afternoon?

Not with cruelty, but with tender care and casual disregard I'll cut away the parts of you that let you believe you were a person. How long before a closed door will bar your movement? How long before you forget the proper way to brush out your coat or teeth?

No more goals.

No more deadlines.

No more self.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

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[softlovelythoughts]

I think slow dancing with your significant other in your kitchen is so cute, but imagine dancing in your living room with them:

You'd probably have to push all the chairs and the coffee table and maybe even a couch all the way to the wall so you two could have enough space.

If all the lights are on, you might turn all of them off except for the one in the living room, that way you could get your "spotlight".

Just imagine the goofy smiles on both of your faces when a favourite song starts to play or a song that's absolutely great for the moment is queued up and you give each other looks like "this is our moment to shine and I love you and there's nowhere else I'd rather be".

I feel like just dancing with your hand in their hand or vice versa on the dance floor that is your living room, would be absolutely lovely.

It's probably just you and them and the music in one space in your house and at that moment, that's all you both need.

And I think regardless, whether it's slow dancing, or waltzing, or just doing whatever in the evening, would absolutely be a ton of fun, especially if it's with your person.

[disgustinggf]

[estroghoul]

seeing a girl with a chain around her neck in public and fighting to suppress what I call the "reaching for the cops gun" instinct

[suspiciously-fox-shaped]

talking with and meeting new people (especially when we have shared hobbies) is an endless struggle of noticing that my metaphorical tail is wagging behind me and then grabbing it to seem normal and then having it keep wagging even through my grip and you can see where it goes from there. and then there's the tripping over myself to get all the words in my head out as fast as possible and. yea. what i'm trying to say is that i'm a lot of things. but i'm also ouppy (fox).

[percysfoxblog]