Hii I am Violet - or Vi, I'm 29. I'm from Germany (except not really but that's good enough). This is my NSFW side blog that honestly I use more than my main blog lol. - The main is @violet-everbarker so watch out for likes & follows from that.
I'm a wolfmom dyke (it/he/she/pup) - also plural.
Basic DNI things apply, not dwelling on this too much. No minors, no bigots. Though bigots won't be swayed by this anyway since y'all don't know what respect is. So... no minors. You will get blocked.
I'm a very domme leaning switch and a happy mother of my daughter-wives.
On that note - I am polyamorous and flirting is very much welcome and encouraged!
If we are talking and things get a bit flirtier & spicier, I always assume the stoplight system (red/yellow/green) as a baseline for safewords.
Pet names and titles I am comfortable with many, my favorite pet names are puppy (wow who'da thunk), and anything that's sweet and cute. Titles I adore are Empress, Alpha, Goddess, Miss, and a few more.
(Limit: Do not call me Mom or Mommy unsolicited, I know it's tempting, trust me, I have the vibes after all. Only with consent.)
My discord is wlfgirl_vi - Other socials I might reveal here eventually, or you might have to earn them from me :p
If I had to put a kink list here, we'd be sitting here all day... I'll try to focus on some of the my favorites...
Scent
Armpits
Feet
Breeding
Petplay
Anal
Fauxcest
Piss
Hypno
I don't know what else to add here soooo idk this'll do for now ^w^
Tags: #Wolfdyke Posting for pics of me, #Wolfdykeism for text posts.
Do you ever feel like making your girlfriend into your daughter?
Just put her in cute little onesies and adorable girly dresses, only use a condescending tone when talking to her. Start taking care of her every need, till she doesn’t even have to ask anymore, teaching her to be dependent on you for everything. Give her a new plushie every week until she has a cozy little plushie nest. Encourage her to take lots of naps, especially on your lap. Make sure you only call her baby, princess, darling, etc. When she starts to get fussy without you, thats when you need to get her a paci, and lots of little toys to play with.
Your daughter will be so happy to have a mommy like you
pspspspsps size difference frotting and im on my back covering my rapidly growing blush while she coos over me about how adorable i am and im desperately trying to pretend im not the hardest ive ever been
They should make cigarettes with estrogen instead of nicotine, and instead of giving you cancer they make you pretty, and you can put them out on a masochist to make its tits bigger.
'assigned' is past tense. it was an event, coercive, forced without your approval because you were only minutes old. its not a label, its not an identity
"i am afab" no, you WERE afab. you ARE whatever gender you currently are. stop identifying with an event forced upon you at birth, even if you are cis.
'assigned' is past tense. it was an event, coercive, forced without your approval because you were only minutes old. its not a label, its not an identity
"i am afab" no, you WERE afab. you ARE whatever gender you currently are. stop identifying with an event forced upon you at birth, even if you are cis.
dude what the fuck??? the dragon was a metaphor man! you just killed the princesses pet lizard! she's totally gonna have you executed for that :( bro why didn't you come to critical literature analysis night at the ale hall? I've been begging you for like, two months :(
A quick little scent/perfume based possession thing because I got inspired by my muse.
You wake up to find a strange box by your mail. Strange, you weren't told about this. But the tag on it clearly says her name, your girlfriend's. She usually lets you know in advance when she sends something your way. Strange. Maybe she forgot.
You take the box inside, but you don’t have the time to open it for now, so you leave it for tonight. You send your girlfriend a text, asking her what’s up with the gift.
“What gift?” she responds. You insist, sending her a picture of the box.
“That looks a little familiar… maybe I forgot :)” and she doesn’t say any more about the gift. Strange. But she can be strange, so you shrug it off and look forward to opening whatever it is once you’re home.
You get home exhausted by work, and treat yourself to some dinner before finally grabbing the box and sitting down on the couch with it. It’s fairly small and light, but you can’t make out its contents from the wrapping alone. You tear open the box, and take out the sole thing contained: A bottle of her perfume, neatly boxed up to prevent damage. Memories immediately flood your mind. Memories of holding your girlfriend, her holding you, until that scent rubbed off on you. Your heart blooms as you take out the bottle, marveling at its design.
Floral patterns engraved in the glass as you trace them with your fingers. A faint hint of the scent permeates, and you immediately feel yourself get light-headed when it hits you. What a thoughtful, wonderful gift. You’re not going anywhere tonight, but you have to try the perfume. You lift the bottle up to your chest, and from a distance give yourself a quick spritz. Just one, a small one, just to be with her again, if only by her smell.
It hits you, and you stagger back immediately. Your eyes flutter and it gets hard to think. Does her smell intoxicate you that much? That one spritz was a lot already, better relax. That’s what you tell yourself, but your hands do not comply. Instead, they aim the bottle again, and give another two sprays of the delicious fragrance that rapidly courses through your mind, your body.
You fully fall onto your couch like you got knocked out, and remain there for a minute, your breath is heavy but surprisingly calm. You feel your mind emptying out as your thoughts get replaced and pushed away by her scent, her essence, filling out your head. You see colours popping in your inner eye, a symphony of sights and smells and sounds swirling in your head for Gods know how long.
Eventually, your eyes flutter back open, and you look back down at yourself. You’re in a cosy position, just lying down. You don’t remember repositioning like this. Wait...
When did you get undressed?
Your eyes snap open and you try to lift yourself up, but your arms refuse to obey. Instead, your hands just glide down your soft skin, along the smooth curves of your body. You feel so relaxed, you let out sighs and whimpers while your hands just trail up and down. You grab your breasts, feeling their weight in the palm of your hand, thumb rolling over your nipple. A whine. And finally, you hear a voice.
“Oh, hey love. Woken up a little have we?” The familiar voice comes from so close, like it’s right on top of you.
Like it’s your own voice coming from your own mouth!
You slur out a response, your own mouth betraying you as much as the rest of yourself:
“What is thisssss, what is happeninggggg…” you drag the end of your sentences, which makes you sound incredibly pathetic, and it elicits a giggle from ‘you’.
“Shhh, love. It’s me. I’m just here to give you some R&R. You’re sooo stressed out all the time, I figured I would do something for you. And we both know you’ll never willingly let me ease your stress. So I will get you to relax, no matter how.”
‘You’ release a sadistic chuckle as your hands keep touching your body in all the places you and your girlfriend know all too well. You squeeze your thighs and squirm when you- when she slides her hand down there.
“Darling, tell me, it’s been soooo long since you last touched yourself, it’s been like two entire weeks since we did anything. You must be so fucking pent up, aren’t you?” she coos you, using your own voice. You can tell her intonation and her cadence coming through, making your voice undoubtedly hers, and it begins to affect you (Begins, because you’re still in denial about being all hers from the very start). You, actually you, now whine pathetically as she firmly keeps control over you, making you feel things you have been thoroughly missing.
You need it so badly, you didn’t even get to resisting, didn’t even get to the farce of pleading “nooo this is strange, I don’t want this”. No, you understood, the moment she revealed herself to you, that this is happening, and your only choice is how willing of a participant you would be.
Very willing, it seems, because you now free your mind of your own accord. Committed to the plunge, you take a deep whiff of the scent that’s been enveloping you like a tight blanket.
You let it all in, absorbing her very essence and you fully let go, as you sink into the colours and smells and sounds and sensations and the feel of your skin and the pleasure and the…
You know your friend gets possessed by her girlfriend from time to time, and you've gotten pretty good at seeing the tells that slip through.
Her girlfriend also really likes flirting with you when she's using your friend as a vessel. It's cute and flattering, really.
Just innocent flirting, y'know. Totally.
Totally innocent... wait.
If that flirting is so innocent, why is she getting really shameless with you right now. Wait, why is she sticking her tongue in your mouth? When did you let her kiss you? You're caught so cluelessly you didn't notice her pouncing you.
So caught up in "innocent" flirting you didn't notice it stopped being innocent so long ago.
You got played.
She's halfway through tearing off your clothes and clawing at your body when your friend regains her body for just a brief instant, to cry and tell you:
"I'm so sorry, she's making me do this, I can't help it, I can't do anything about this. She's got me under her spell. I'm sorry. Just comply and do what she wants, please."
You assure her inbetween your own cries that it's okay, you understand. You can take it, it'll be over soon.
What you didn't see was the glint in "your friend"'s eyes while saying that. What you never noticed is all those tells were deliberate. An intricately constructed mask by her girlfriend.
You were caught blindsided, made to think you can tell the difference. But she was always able to slip and blend in perfectly. Has she just been there all along, every hour of every day? When did you see your friend last? Has she been a permanent vessel all along?
