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.
sometimes you just need go to work with a bowl of dry cereals, because there is no milk at home, the shops are all closed, wearing some grimy jogging trousers and a tanktop with no bra, still hungover from yesterday, even tho you didnt drink that much, but drank even less water, and snack on those cereals like popcorn while the morning sun hits your face and a sense of serenity fills you that is usually only reserved for hangouts with friends that love you
Ever since she found this strange book, she has been so intrigued with the secrets contained within it. So many interesting rituals and spells recorded inside.
It's all bogus, naturally. But it's pretty bogus, written in gorgeous fonts and with - honestly? - pretty hot drawings sketched in.
But there's one spell there that she has not been able to get out of her mind... The Body Takeover.
For the past week and a half it's been weighing on her mind constantly. Like she's drawn to it, her mind keeps wandering to that page in the book.
Fuck it. It's bogus anyway, but might as well try, right?
But who to try on, she wonders. She would need a hair of her "hopefully willing subject", as the book so optimistically puts it, so there's only a couple of options really. Definitely not mom and dad, that's for sure. It's gotta be either her girlfriend - no, can't do that, she's too busy and is barely coming over anymore - well it's got to be her then.
When nightfall arrives, she waltzes over to their shared bathroom, scans for her little sister's hairbrush, and plucks a few strands out from it. "This is so awkward" she thinks. But, well, it's bogus, right?
She retreats back to her room and gets to work. She prepares everything as it's shown in the book, she lights the candle in the middle of everything else, and chants the words inscribed on the page. Once she's done, she takes the strands of hair and lays them down in the flame.
That nasty smell of burning hair immediately hits her nose, it causes her to tear up and blink a few times. Once, twice, three blinks, and her room goes dark when she opens her eyes again.
She's in bed now? So was this just a dream? She exclaims "huh?" then her eyes grow wide when the voice coming out of her is not her own, but her little sister's sweet voice. This is her sister's room.
It worked?! She frantically looks around the room, barely lit by the moon peeking through the blinds. By her side, on the bed, lies a book. Is that...? It must be her journal. She shouldn't, she knows she shouldn't, but, she literally is her little sister right now, so why shouldn't she?
She gets up and takes the diary over to the desk, flicking on a little light, and skips to the most recent page. She's in disbelief at what she sees.
"I don't know what to think anymore. She's been looking at me all day again. But even more than she had been the last two weeks. I feel so seen by her. Does she know? Has she figured out my massive crush? Does she think I'm a disgusting freak and now she's always judging me? Not a minute goes by anymore where she isn't on my mind. I touched myself again to the thought of her last night but the thoughts are getting worse, I wish she would just barge in and kiss me and take me and not give a shit about what I think and- fuck, get it together! Of course she wouldn't. I'm the worst. But she still treats me the same as always, so at least she hasn't let on that she thinks I'm such a fuckup. I love you sis..."
The rest of the page is filled with tiny scribbles and the words "I love you big sis" repeated a few times, increasingly more disordered, until it ends.
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A few days later, she texts her little sister the words "I love you little sis", waits a few minutes, then takes over her body again. The spell has become easier; she does not react so strongly as she did last time to the burning, and smoothly glides over into her sister's body.
This time, she awakes not to her sister calmly resting, but to her touching herself with one hand while the other keeps the phone in hand, with one message highlighted. "I love you little sis".
"Holy shit, she's wetter than I've ever been" goes through her head as she picks up where her little sister left off. Her fingers are a bit clumsier, she doesn't know what spots feel best to this body, but as if this body naturally reacted to the presence inside it, it feels absolutely electrified. Like it senses those fingers aren't truly hers. The love for her big sister has etched itself so deeply into her that even her body instinctively reacts this viscerally to just her big sister's spirit.
It doesn't take long for her to orgasm, and oh what a big one. Her mind and body go into overdrive as she takes this body above its peak. She shakes and whines and whimpers until her body goes limp. Her own body could never feel this good.
She pants, spent from making her little sister cum this hard. She gets one last idea and, with a malicious grin, grabs the phone and snaps pictures of her bare body, trying to keep all the important bits censored. Trying, because her hard nipples are clearly on display in some of them. She sends those pictures over to herself as a reply to the "I love you" message, captioning them "I am thinking about you big sis".
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…
is she flirting or are her lips locked against yours as her tongue fucks your throat and one of her hands is squeezing your ass just because she's being friendly.,.,..
Alright chat how do we feel about girlfailure hypnodommes. Like just complete mess of a human being in the form of a vaguely goth girl who can't be bothered to put on makeup. Or get dressed most days. But also has a really soft voice that's nice to listen to and will either lay on your chest or have you lay on hers while she empties your mind and holds you like a plushie. Would lay in bed for days possibly weeks at a time if not for the constraints of capitalism. And is also incredibly clingy and attention hungry. And wants to cuddle and kiss and mind control the people she loves forever. Turn them into pets and drones and servants and nurture their devotion until they can't help but feel their mind starting to fade when she speaks, can't help but listen and obey without the slightest hint of free will.
i don't know how to explain this but the single safest place in the whole entire world is in between your sisters thighs. you have to put your head there right now. for safety. it's imperative.
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