#mooniewrites

[missmoondrops]

i think lighting does a lot to alter a man's behavior. when it's bright, and you can see him clearly, it's a lot harder for him to hide the truth. his desperation, his dependence, his need. they're laid bare. embarrassment, shame, and self-consciousness thrive in his eyes and in his cheeks when there's nowhere to hide, and i love it.

but i also love the dark. what a man is willing to take and tolerate in the shadows is so unlike him. there is a freedom in not seeing, and he knows it. what he might normally find downright degrading is suddenly all he can think about, all he can beg me for. maybe it's knowing he feels safe enough to let his guard down like that, or maybe it's seeing him suspend who he is entirely, but i love feeling him transform under me. i love how the cover of darkness turns him into a cock-drunk slut.

and i can't forget what happens in the in-between. when i'm fucking him and there's just enough light for me to barely make out the whorish contortions of his mouth. when he reaches for me and it's not just his grip that's slipping. when i can see enough to recognize the silhouette of this warm, writhing, submissive body under my control, but not enough to recognize the personhood of who it belongs to.

that is when i most easily mistake his pleasure for my own. that is my bliss.

[peachhoneii]

I legit wonder if I should post in the middle of the day or in the evening. It doesn’t really matter, but I want to get one out before work tomorrow.

Also working on smut. 

I got you.

[missmoondrops]

Thinking about a scene where a fallen angel is ensnared by a dark enchantress. She finds him, wounded and sobbing, at the foot of the grand staircase which pours down into the entrance of her castle. He is bathed in moonlight, his olive skin kissed by its silver, his once-striking wings now fragile and broken. As the cries flee his throat and echo throughout the many, many halls, her bare feet slither closer, until he finally senses her coming down those plush steps. His reddened face whips her way.

"What troubles you?" she would ask, her face cold and irresistible.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here."

"You've been cast down, haven't you? Denied grace?"

His features contorted at her words, conveying something bitter, yet powerless–something between anger and agony.

"For so long, He was my north. And now..."

"Now you're godless," the enchantress concluded, as she drew a leg out from between the folds of her dress and calmly sat at his side. "Whatever your sin, He must've thought it unforgivable," she then mused.

"To Him, I was unforgivable."

"Yes. You were. Always," she asserted, drawing close. "If He wanted you to know what it would take for you to be forgiven, you would. But you don't, do you?"

The angel painfully shook his head in response. For a passing moment, it was as though he now sought such forgiveness in her eyes. The enchantress carefully put a hand on his chest, and began to rub at his heart. A tiny smile touched her lips. It lulled, and lulled, and lulled the angel until she caught him unawares, gripping his jaw.

"Make no mistake. This is by design. He liked you when you came close. So close," she drawled, as she cinched her brow. "But He loved you most when you came up short. What you need is a new god. One you know exactly how to please."

She let out a little laugh at the sight of him then. His chest as it nervously rose and fell, his lips quivering between her fingers, his robe tenting as his eyes begged her not to look...

"You don't want me. I'm lesser now. I've lost my strength, my insight, my way. I can't even fly," he managed, in his broken voice.

"Say 'please'," was all the enchantress said, as she let go of his jaw, finally allowing him the room to cover his immodesty.

"W-what?"

"You want me to feel sorry for you? Pity you?" She rose to tower over him. "Beg for it."

The angel was disturbed to find a deep, uncontrollable passion take root in his chest. He struggled against it briefly before he let the word slip past his lips. "Please," he entreated, under his breath, and the enchantress saw many things in his face when he looked up at her: shame, willingness, humility.

Most of all, however, she saw pain–the kind that can only be excised when it is deepened.

Months later, his cries can be heard in the castle's halls again. There is no corner they do not reach. Whether in chambers, in corridors, or in courtyards, his obscenity fuels the enchantress. It is the best way, he has learned, to provoke her disrespect. As she fills and fucks and berates her angel into ecstasy, he will thank her for her mercilessness. And as he lies exhausted with his head draped over her chest, he will thank her for the two scars on his back, where his wings used to be.

[missmoondrops]

What if you were a hauntingly beautiful incubus who tried to seduce me one night, but I captured you and decided to keep you as my pet, instead? I'd lead you around by your leash everywhere I went. Your cheeks would burn hot every time I introduced you to others, joking about 'how easy he was to overpower' and telling them to 'feel free to comment on the outfit he's in' because I know how much you love to be made the whore. That's why I picked it out for you in the first place.

Of course, whenever we'd go to parties, I'd offer your services to the other women there left and right. "Do you want him to eat you out? He's really good," I'd say to my friend, or "Yeah, he knows his way around a cock. Wanna try him out?" I'd comment to another. The thought alone of being passed around like that would turn you into an aching mess, and make you so so susceptible to my coaching you through it later.

"Uh huh, a little louder..."

"Fuck, baby. Look at you taking her cock."

"Eat her out nice and slow for me. That's it..."

And you'd be so good for so long, until I knew you couldn't take anymore. That's when I'd grab you by the leash, take you into my hand, and stroke you to bliss, leaving you trembling breathlessly as you whined and pled and came all over yourself, like only an eager little incubus could.

[missmoondrops]

whenever a subby boy looks up at me from the bed with those needy eyes i'm like damn, bitch... get flipped over and fucked to bliss much?

[missmoondrops]

how rough do you want to be with a boy?

duh. as rough as he'll let me.

truth be told, there is no one, easy answer to this, because no two subs are the same, and my wants and preferences can change over time, or depending on who i'm with. sure, i might like overstimulation without inducing crying right now, but, who knows? maybe at some point in the future i meet a sub who loves being made to cry and i find out that i do enjoy doing that to them specifically.

the simplest way to answer your question is: if it's not rough enough for my liking, then i move on. and if he wants it rougher than i'm willing to give, then i also move on. it all comes down to compatibility, and that's something only time and trust-building can determine.

if what you're hoping for here is a list, though, i guess i can speak generally.

a big reason i go for shorter/smaller men is because they are easier to pin down and keep from squirming. rope helps achieve this–the only times his hands should be on my body is if i say so. this of course means he needs permission to put them on me, which he can get either by my ordering him to, or by asking me, nice and shy and demure, if he can put them there. all in all, his cock is there for my pleasure and entertainment, and i love nothing more than to see a boy reduced to a whiny, frenzied, desperate mess while he touches himself, so he is always welcome to do that, and he better make plenty of noise, while he does. otherwise? he can go swallow his desire, if he's so afraid of externalizing it...

i want to grope and fondle him. i want him to be coquettish, and provoke me into touching him like the slut he's proud of being. in that vein, i want to leave marks. not as a sign of possession, but as a reminder, more to himself than to anyone else, of all the pleasure he is permitted because he is not ashamed of pursuing it. the marks are physical–bites on his thighs, rope burn around his wrists, a dull pain in his ass–but they are also psychological. i want him to feel me pulling his hair when he touches himself in the shower. i want him to smell something that reminds him of me while he's out in public and get all needy. i want him to prefer nothing more than the sound of my voice and the huff of my breath against the back of his neck while i have my way with him.

so, you ask how rough i want to be with a boy?

as rough as he'll let me.

[missmoondrops]

i like hearing women growl and grunt and bark, and i like hearing men moan and whine and scream

[missmoondrops]

Rules – Writing Requests

You can find samples of my writing under the #mooniewrites tag. Specific kinks (in alphabetical order):

✅ WILL write ✅

blindfolding, blood, body worship, bondage, cockwarming, discipline, foot fetish, free use, high fantasy, insecurities, invisibility, language play (English/Spanish), marking (scratches, bruises. etc.), moaning, monsterfucking, needles, obedience, objectification, oral fixation, pet names, pleading, romance, teeth/biting, tentacle, virginity loss, waxplay

❌ WON'T write ❌

bestiality, breathplay, breeding/pregnancy, celebrities, cnc, cuckholding, daddy/mommy fetish, detrans, eating disorder fetish, feeding, gaining, hypnosis, incest/fauxcest, kidnapping, machine/mecha, misgendering, otherkin (puppy, kitty, bunny, etc…), pain, piss, possessiveness/ownership, raceplay, real people, scat, self-harm fetish, sissyfication, spit, vomit, vore

(some of these are because i don't feel i'd be able to do the kinks artistic justice, others are kinks i simply don't feel comfortable writing)

(if you don't see something listed here, feel free to ask about it)

🖤 Hard limit of 1000 words

🖤 Can be prose or poetry.

🖤 Specify English or Spanish.

🖤 I will not write any underage, noncon, dd/lg, or ab/dl, fictional or otherwise.

🖤 I have a bias against older cis men on this site. If I find your request creepy, I will let you know I won't be writing it.

🖤 I can imitate a specific style if you provide a short writing sample, or avoid specific tropes on request.

🖤 Please let me know if you have a preference for pronouns used to refer to people/characters in the writing or terms of address (such as king, queen, mister, etc.), as well as any preferred names for the genitalia and erogenous zones. If you do not specify, I may use terms which are not to your liking when I write your request.

🖤 Reference pictures are welcome. If you don't want your username tied to your request, just let me know, your secret is safe with me. Just send me an anon with the general request once we've worked out the details in private.

🖤 Remember all requests will be published on my blog and are done for free, so be patient. I have other stuff going on outside this blog.