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[enviousmoons]

Words: 4,202

Description: When Eliza finds a fun new spell in her mum's notebook, she uses it to get revenge on her bitchy bully.

Link: AO3

Tags: WLW, Mind Control, Non Con

[moons-among-distant-stars]

transfemininity and the allure of the artificial

i don’t think i want to be a robot, but i get it. i feel the draw bone deep. i Understand it.

i say i don’t want to be a robot and i think that’s true. i can’t quite picture myself as an it, i see my body as (mostly) my own, i wake up at home in my the flesh and in my blood.

i read something once that so many trans women feel like open wounds. and i feel it sometimes.. it can feel like there’s a gaping wound, empty and yawning, where a little girl should be. where a solid knowable self should be. sometimes it feels like if i ripped open my own chest there would be a hole where my womanhood should be, right next to my heart.

i dont think im a robot, but ill never be a “real” woman to most people, and how can i be fine with that. i’ve thought about this a lot.. and it makes me want to scream sometimes. i want to scream that i am real too, that just because i chose this body, this self, doesn’t make me less real. i want to scream that just because the hormones in my body are there on purpose doesn’t mean they pump through my blood any different. i want to scream that because i want to be, i am a woman.

but maybe.. maybe the way it becomes okay is by embracing the unreality of my womanhood, by embracing the artificiality of a body i’ve molded for myself. i don’t think im a robot but don’t you understand the appeal of a body that is built and not born?

humans are creatures built to be social, we give our objects names and faces and histories, it is something we do as if on instinct. “doesn’t that flower look happy” we say as if the process of creating energy could bring it joy. we look up at the clouds and say they look “sad” as if the collection of condensation has any will of its own. we look at biology and physics and the simple facts of existence that must be true and give it life, give it reality.

do you get it? do you understand what i’m saying? when so often my self is reduced to the simple laws of its existence, its biology and physics and topography, why can’t i say that these facts look like a woman. so fuck it. i don’t think im a robot but why couldn’t i be? my body is artificial, my mind is malfunctioning, my statements have errors, i can’t quite seem to get the voice right, how can i be sure i am not one? how do i know that if i peeled back my skin i would not find metal casing over wires and pistons and gears.

i think for so many of us there is freedom in this choice. if i must be artificial let me engrave the metal of my chassis or guild the porcelain that covers my mechanical heart. if i must be unreal let my make my unreality my own. you say i am only the nature of my existence so let me show you a body stripped of that nature that is still me. there is liberation in creating a self that is so beautifully artificial, a body of metal or porcelain or plastic painted with flowers or left bare and exposed. a body that, like ours in this life, is one we make our own in a million little ways.

i do not think i am a robot, but if i looked under my skin and found sparking wire i would not be surprised.

[enviousmoons]

Day 18 - Face-Fucking

Words - 969

Tags - Teratophillia, Monsterfucking, Facefucking, Altered Mental State

Link - A03

Cait, truthfully, wasn't too sure what to think. Ever since she was a kid, she had always been told ‘Awh, honey, the monster under your bed isn't real.’ and now here she was face to throbbing cock with it.

Her day had passed in a blur, even though she had been excited about picking out some furniture for her new house and spending time with friends, and all she could do that night was collapse into bed. Tonight she awoke, shivering under her thick sheets, completely unable to move. Her eyes flitted about the room, trying to locate the source of her discomfort. Just out of the corner of her periphery, something shifted.

It was large, bigger than a human, and looked like an abyss standing in the middle of her room. Cait tried to look closer but it was if her brain completely rejected the notion, instead filling in the space where the thing stood with shadow. It approached her, hideously jerky movement camouflaged as it blended into the shadows dancing just beyond her vision, seemingly appearing and disappearing at random in the patchy moonlight her window offered. 

Cait’s joints were still locked, unable to move willingly, but she found herself standing involuntarily. As she screamed internally she found herself approaching the wall and squatting against it, sliding down until her knees creaked in complaint. The thing approached her and as it did, Cait could catch occasional glimpses behind the veil of shadows. The creature was still hiding itself, but it wore it's history on the poor facsimile of skin that was stretched over.. something.

The air was rank with the pungent taste of the millions it had slaughtered throughout history, but also something else. Something sweeter. It had no cause for senseless slaughter, and preferred to take it's fill another way. A million fantasies flashed through her mind, but as she stared, glassy eyed, at the shadows approaching, she realised they weren't fantasies, but history. A sordid flipbook of every human it had ever fed from. She recognised a few famous eccentrics amongst the flickering faces and her mind was blown by just how long this creature had lived. Or maybe lived was the wrong word for it? Existed, probably suited better.

While Cait was busy debating herself, the creature’s slow amble had finally stopped just in front of her.

“Me?” She murmured. A faint buzzing filled her head, no human words but still, she understood. The creature had latched onto her. It had waited for years for her to return, and now it was ready to feed. Hungry. Starving, for her. It wasn't a matter of if the creature would feed from her, but when. She shivered, knowing that there was only one way out of this situation that ended with her even alive.

“Okay…” She murmured quietly “I’ll be your food.” 

With her assent, the creature lurched forward. Something dark and oily smeared across Cait’s cheek, and the buzzing grew almost unbearably loud. She opened her mouth to scream out in pain, but as soon as it did open, she felt something slimy and prehensile slip inside. Her brewing scream was cut short and she gagged, feeling the unknown intrusion slip past her tongue and down her throat smoothly. It was oily, secreting a thick, tar-like substance that clung to the inner walls of her throat as if it were glue.

With her discomfort only growing by the second, Cait tried to brace herself against the creature’s body but she found that as soon as her hands found what might have been the thing’s hips (if it even had hips) they passed through it like smoke, impaling her throat on another inch or two of the seemingly endless… thing currently ruining it. She gagged again, drool flowing from the corners of her mouth like a waterfall, which only assisted the slimy appendage in sliding past her lips. She could feel it getting wider as it slid further than any natural thing cold down her throat, but suddenly, when her jaw felt like it was about to split from the pressure, the abomination stilled.

Evidently it had bottomed out. The seemingly endless cock began to retract until there was almost nothing in her mouth, allowing her to breathe for a few precious seconds until the creature thrust forwards sharply, once again blocking her airflow. There was no rhythm to the sloppy, desperate, rushed thrusts as the creature pounded her throat. Cait could feel her breath running out, the strength being sapped from her body until she slumped forward a little, the drool waterfall running down her breasts and forming tiny rivers that pooled between her feet. Her vision fraying at the edges, Cait made one final desperate lurch. She felt herself topple slightly, the creature’s dick slipping momentarily. Victorious, Cait’s body began to topple, the prehensile dick sliding out of her mouth…

…until some force pushed her back against the wall, rattling her skull a little bit. It felt like something malformed was gripping her hair, using it as leverage to push forward aggressively, using her throat as a toy for it’s pleasure. If it even felt pleasure. Cait couldn’t stop to ponder the idea, as her brain was currently being deprived of oxygen. The buzzing had reached a crescendo inside of her skull, and her vision was so blurry. As the creature fed from her essence, she saw the shadows finally part, revealing it’s true form to her.

Cait woke in her bed the next morning. Every bone in her body was exhausted and, when she swung her legs out of bed, she almost crumpled, falling to her knees. As she looked into the mirror hanging on the wall in front of her, she could see a thick patch of shadow under the bed, waiting.

[enviousmoons]

71. Start typing out your dirtiest fantasy you can think of and don’t stop til you get so embarrassed you can’t go on any longer. Just make sure it’s actually something you’re into!

I hope you know, this is gonna be super short BC I get shy so easily...

(ok so turns out I did not get shy... I'ma have to out this under a readmore)

So.. I work for an older couple, they're both very attractive and pay well, maybe it's housesitting, dog walking, whatever. Eventually, they both take a liking to me (as a hard worker, and a genuinely friendly person) and invite me to a few of their parties, which are fun, but I seem maybe a little out of place.

I also have a somewhat bad habit of reading smut while I work. Femdom smut, Mommy/Daddy Domme stuff, all sorts of kinks. Until eventually I accidentally leave my phone open on a table and the lady of the house sees exactly what I'm into. After a short discussion with her husband, neither of them see the point in firing me, and surprisingly, they're both curious. During sex that night, when they're both incredibly horny, the husband floats the idea of maybe me joining them in bed? They're both very receptive.

From that day, they start toying with me. Firmer touches than usual, lingering looks and small shared smiles while they're talking to me. Maybe I walk in on the wife changing her bra accidentally, and she just gives me a small wink before closing the door. The husband's hand dips just a tiny bit lower on my back than usual, almost but not quite grazing my ass. Right at the point where I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going crazy, I walk in on the two of them full on making out.

Pretty shocked, all I can really do is stare. At least, until She beckons me over, and I obey, naturally. She grabs my face in her hands and kisses me, pressing herself against me, before pulling back and threading her fingers into my hair, pressing me closer to Him, and pressing our lips together. I'm a little desperate now and, under the guise of keeping my balance, I crawl up into His lap, with Her pressing into me from behind, keeping me pinned in the middle of the two of them.

It escalates from there naturally, with me serving them both as my new Mommy and Daddy, until eventually I'm essentially their live in submissive, and there's not a day I don't wake up warm and comfy, usually with either a large cock pressing against my lips, or with Her straddling my face and demanding morning worship, both of which I'm happy to provide of course 💜

[enviousmoons]

Day 17 - Bath/Shower sex

Words: 723

Tags: Masturbation, Guilt, Roommates, Shower

Link: A03

James grunted as he slid his fist down his slick shaft. He relished in the way the water beat down on his skin, forming a roar in his ears - one that he hoped his his noises from the rest of the apartment. He always spent more time in the shower, just for the privacy it gave him. It wasn't that he disliked his roommate, Amy, in fact it was quite the opposite. The two got on incredibly well and had quickly become fast friends, which James supposed was good given that they had to share so much space with each other.

The issue was that Amy, who was very caring almost to the point of being motherly, was incredibly clingy. It didn't really bother James too much, he enjoyed spending time with the older woman, except for the fact it made it incredibly difficult to masturbate. Amy spent time in his room until late in the night, until James was basically falling asleep, and he rarely got the chance to relive himself, unless it was discreetly, or the rare occasion Amy was well enough to go out with friends.

Thinking of Amy had distracted James and his hand wandered back down to his dick. Confusingly he found it still hard. In fact, it seemed to be harder than it was before. James shrugged, returning to his fantasies of Instagram models and pornstars when, unbidden, an image of Amy in her tight sleepwear flashed into James's head. He was so shocked, he nearly slipped over, just managing to steady himself. He found himself breathing slightly heavier when suddenly, came a soft voice from outside the door.

“James, you okay in there hon?” Amy's sweet voice asked, immediately returning James from his panic induced softness back to full hardness with a speed that almost made his head spin. He clutched the support railing that had been installed when Amy moved in.

“No, yeah I'm fine! Just, nearly slipped…” James said, having to choke back a soft moan at the confusing sensations rising in his dick.

“Hm okay then Hon. Just be careful, or do I have to start bathing you myself?” Amy said with a soft laugh as he heard her walking away.

The sudden image injected into his mind almost made James's legs buckle again, Amy's soft hands roaming over his body, her breasts pressed into his back as she slowly ran a bubbly hand up and down his shaft, thumb teasing his head as she kept him dancing on the edge of orgasm, expertly manipulating every nerve ending in his body. The idea has his hand flying up and down his cock with manic speed, desperately chasing the high of an orgasm.

Now that the tap was opened, James found a million fantasies flooding his mind. Late night trysts with Amy wearing those tiny bedshorts, laying with his head in her lap, nipple in his mouth as she slowly jerked him off. Her thighs wrapped around his head as he used his tongue to satisfy her, some long forgotten film playing in the background for their weekly movie nights. Gently carrying her to bed, impaled on his dick, as they whispered and laughed together, spooning and fucking softly until they just couldn't take it anymore and had to roll over, him fucking into her until…

His cork popped and James felt his orgasm rush over him, cum spraying from his dick and coating the wall of the shower, coagulating into gross white lumps on the glass.

“Shit..” he muttered. He wasn't used to making such a mess, usually it kind of just dribbled out of him, but tonight had been a veritable explosion. He hastily grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the glass clean, washing himself and his hair in record time. He wrapped himself in his towel and walked out into the corridor, taking a step towards his room.

“You were in there a while sweetheart, hope you weren't trying to avoid movie night!” Amy's voice teased from behind him. He whirled, locking eyes with her.

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Got distracted by a good YouTube video.* He lied, lamely.

“No worries Hon, go get yourself dried and dressed and I'll find us a movie” she winked conspiratorially as she brushed past him, her ponytail brushing against his side as she went.

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Day 16 - Oral Sex

Words: 790

Tags: Dubious Consent, First time, Blowjob, Rimming

Link: A03

“Sit down, Nerd.” Arianna said, with a soft push to Chris’ chest, which sent him stumbling backwards, knees hitting the bed and causing him to sprawl backwards.

“I uh.. Arian-”

“Shut up. You're gonna be my stress relief tonight.” She cut him off, sinking to her knees in front of him. Her smoky eyes flashed with a steely look “And I swear to god, if you cum before I'm ready for you to, I'll cut your balls off.” To emphasise this point, her hand strayed to her belt, where Chris knew from prior experience she kept a small pocket knife.

He nodded meekly.

“Good boy” Arianna praised him, unbuttoning his slacks. Chris could hear the party continuing outside, and begged silently for anyone to burst through the door and give him an excuse to run. But nobody did, and soon his clothes were on the floor, leaving his skinny form totally vulnerable for Arianna’s eyes to feast on.

And feast she did, her eyes roaming his body, pitch black hair swaying just inches from his knees with the movement of her head. Despite his hatred of the situation, Chris could feel his body heating up and his cock hardening as he tried to hide as much as possible with his hands.

“Awh, is poor baby secretly a little slut?” Arianna asked scathingly, her voice taking on a tone of false sympathy as she reached out, easily brushing his hands away as if they were simply paper in a mild breeze. He whimpered as she gripped his shaft in a tight hand, leaning down and almost immediately pushing the full thing to the back of her throat, barely even gagging. She looked up at him through long lashes, her eyes still with the same steely glare, rooting him to the spot even as she stole the pleasure of his first time.

Arianna grunted, slowly dragging her lips and tongue back over his throbbing cock as he whimpered.

“You know.. I have to give you credit, nerd, for all your issues, you do have a really nice cock…” She grinned up at him, before immediately deepthroating him again, taking him to the root before beginning to push up and down his shaft, each time taking him all the way down her throat.

Chris wasn't sure how this was supposed to help her ‘blow off steam’ but honestly, he was too afraid to ask. So instead, he just laid there, feeling the pleasure coil in his gut. He whimpered softly.

“Arianna, I think i-”

“Deal’s still on, nerd, you cum, you lose those pretty little balls of yours” she grinned wildly, moving down to tongue at them, making him screw his eyes shut and gasp in pleasure.

“You know” she continued “I think I'd like to get you addicted to this, think of all the fun I could have if I had a personal dildo on call at all times.”

At her words, Chris’ traitorous cock twitched. He had always fantasised about being under the hell of a dominant woman, though he had never once in hell believed it would be his sadistic bully.

However, Chris’ regretful thoughts were interrupted when suddenly, his legs were lifted and pushed back into his chest, Arianna’s black painted lips pulling back into a predatory-and somewhat sadistic-grin as she surveyed his ass.

“Damn, wimp, you got a nice ass. Wonder if this is the reason you spend so much longer in the changing rooms after PE?” She chuckled throatily, before pressing his legs even further back, painfully, into his chest and diving in.

Chris was seeing stars. Feeling her tongue lather his puckered hole was something he had never even considered before, and here he was with the one girl he hated most in the world eating him out as if her life depended on it, feeling her wet tongue invade his hole. It was too much stimulation and Chris let out a cloying moan that stuck in his throat, coming out as a broken mess of noise that was barely recognisable. Arianna stood, wiping her mouth off with the back of a hand.

“Good boy”

His cock twitched again, and she reached out, aggressively jerking him off.

“Fine, you can cum now nerd, I'm getting bored. Wanna see you cream yourself like the little virgin you are” she smirked. Almost immediately, the pleasure snaking through Chris’s gut spilled, rushing through him and up his cock, which sprayed rope after rope of cum, splattering against his belly and chest. A few strands hit his neck, one even arching enough to land on his lips.

“Mh. Cute.” Arianna grinned, before straddling Chris’ hips and pinning him by the shoulders “but.. I've changed my mind. We aren't done yet.”