She/They/It/Sys | 22 | SAPPHIC | minors dni | A small system with many kinks and interests. Expect varied reblogs. | If I block you it's because I don't like you (or you didn't list an age/have a blank profile) and you should take it personally.
small content warning: I enjoy most kinks, and am typically incessantly horny.
If I block you, I simply don't like you and don't want you seeing my stuff. Take it personally.
(or you have a blank profile)
As a system, we feel it is our due diligence to inform you who have come here of who, precisely, we are, and what our interests are. This blog exists for us to recluse ourselves from the terrifying events occurring in the world, and thus we will not be bringing any irl that into this place. Leave it at the door.
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She/They | Name: Hearth | A witch of earth and nature, the nurturing heat that burns inside of mountains. | landscape & nature photography, mushrooms and rocks. bondage.
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She/It | Name: Xan/Xantha | stupid bedwetting puppygirl/crowgirl | puppygirls, birds, yuri, and almost every kink under the sun.
the way I see it, you've got to hate the muzzle as much as you love it. maybe more.
you have to despise that fucking thing. you have to look at it and know that you're completely fucking gone the second it's put on you. you have to look at it and know that if someone puts it on you, they've got you. you're trapped.
you have to hate how it makes you feel. how you feel like someone's clicked the safety on you. how it makes you calm, obedient, and pliant. you're a fucking weapon, and that fucking thing makes you feel like you're floating on a cloud.
you have to hate the muzzle, and still want it more than anything in the world. you have to fucking fight it at every step, so that when you kneel and let someone put it on you without fighting they know that they've got your spine in their hands and could just rip it out if they wanted.
I fucking hate the muzzle, but I'll still ask for it, cause deep down I know I need it. if there's anything about muzzles that piss me off the most, it's that.
the muzzle IS a safety switch (specifically and especially for cyber-augmented hounds). It is a tool a Handler uses when a hound is not needed as a weapon. "I *could* un-muzzle it," She says by bringing it into a room muzzled. It's like open carrying a firearm. "Your carnage is not needed now," She says by muzzling it. It's like checking the chamber and flicking safety on. It's proper weapons handling and safety. If you are a weapon, you will be treated like one, and that means storing you where you belong, unloaded, docile, and pliant, until the time comes that you are needed.
I want to touch my friends halo. She chose a name of an angel, and I see the way she carries herself and looks over her friends. The way she is able to read the girls like her (such as myself) so thourghly and recognize a level of fracturing that she has managed to stitch together into a level of social divinity that she carries with her. I don't think she acctully had a halo... but I think there is something like it in her mindscape. Or perhaps some form of hypnosis could do it. But oh how I want to worship her, and examin her, and touch her halo so gently... so as not to tarnish it to much... yet... I wonder what would happen if I tried to. Corrupt that divinity, try and fracture her again, pull her back down to my level, or deeper perhaps. See what happens if she stops holding herself back. Holding herself together for the sake of others.. starts trying to take what she *wants* from the world.
Preen her wings but be a tiny bit too intimate about it. Examine each feather, each reaction. Keep it up, target the spots that make her squirm. Watch her plumage's pristine white luster dull over the months as you preen her, as you seed the beginnings of a fracturing in her. Whisper nothings into her ear, the things she nededs to hear, the things that put just a little bit more strain on her. Watch that bright luster turn dark, then gain a new shimmer like oil on water, as you convince her that it's okay to let go. That its okay to demand, and take, and claim, instead of requesting. Ruin her. <3
guh I need a girl with a long tongue to shove it as far down my throat as she can... also if any girls with long tongues see this um,,, ccan I see them please,,,
There's a knight in the castle, Hewn. She's always covered in bruises and scars, but nobody has ever seen her harmed in battle, let alone sparring. She has short dark hair, cut handsomely in a man's style, a round face, eyes the colour of the forest, is reportedly gentle as she is fierce, and a popular object of desire amongst both the men and women, including myself.
One day, I saw her slip into a passageway in a secluded area while I was on some menial maid duties. My curiosity got the better of me, and I followed her, down the long stairwell. I was under no illusion that I was hidden from her, but she seemed not to care or notice that I was following. At the bottom of the stairwell, Hewn inadvertently led me through small series of labyrinthine corridors, then arrived at a door. She then turned and looked at me, startling me.
"Your curiosity is impressive, little Mouse. Beyond this door lays my goddess, whom will reward your curiosity. If you are to turn back now, you will never find this place again, and we shall never speak again. Do not presume that I hadn't noticed how you go red when talking to me, I know your interest in me is more than just platonic or idle."
She opened the door.
"Come now or make your peace, Mouse."
I hurriedly stepped in while she held it open - she was correct, I had always been fascinated by her, and her advances were not lost on me as I stepped into a dimly lit chamber with nothing but a stone altar opposite the door. The altar was decorated with glyphs around the base and upon it were soft pelts and a tablet with ancient writings.
As the knight closed the door, the tablet that laid on the altar floated up and hovered in the centre of the room, glowing a soft green, like sunlight shining through leaves.
"Go ahead, Mouse. Touch it." Hewn spoke softly, with a smile as she started undressing. I stared for a moment, admiring the way her muscles shifted as she lifted her tunic over her head, revealing the reds, purples and yellows of scars and bruises in multiple stages of healing - some of which looked suspiciously like bite marks. I shook myself from my admiration and turned back to the tablet, gingerly reaching out and grazing it with my fingertip. The name of the goddess burned itself into my mind, dragging me to the floor in pain, welled in my throat, spilled out of my lips, this unknowable tongue. Sounds alien to my mind and body. My world shifted. I saw plant-like tendrils coalesce, taking form as a tall, dark-skinned woman, glowing a faint green, with ethereal wings folded elegantly behind her.
"Hello. I am a being of fertility, pain, and love. You are Mouse, is this correct?" She slinked towards me, as the knight sat on the edge of the altar, pulling a pelt up around her bare shoulders.
"Yes… I can't say your name. What should I call you?"
"What do you covet?" Her wings fluttered, but her words held no intent. No malice, no anger, no disdain, nor approval, praise or joy. It was terrifying.
"I'm a maid, I follow directions." She stepped to my side, inspecting me. Her form flickered as she did so, seemingly less human than when she first appeared.
"You must covet something, Mouse." Again, the light flutter of her wings and the lack of intent behind her words. My terror was replaced with confusion.
"I was taught not to have my own desires. Having my own desires makes me worse at my duties."
She cocked her head to the side and reached out, undoing my hair. "Why restrain yourself?"
"I.. I don't know. I think I am afraid." She smiled, then kneeled, examining the hem of my dress.
"Why should you be afraid of being unrestrained?" She tugged at a stray string, unravelling a seam. Her form was animalistic, melting between shapes, fur and feathers appearing in patches.
"Because.. I am afraid of change." She nodded at that as the seams of my dress came fully undone, sloughing the cloth off of me as if had never been sewn, leaving me bare.
"What do you covet?" I had forgotten about the knight at this point, focused entirely on the form of the Goddess before me, as she oscillated between beak and fang, talon and claw, feather and fur.
"I covet Hewn." The instant the words left my mouth, I felt a great lightness upon my body. My world, once more, had shifted. She disappeared, then her voice rung in my mind.
"Very well. You shall call me Lilith. go, our champion awaits."
I turned to Hewn, hungry . She grinned, then took the pelt off her shoulders and untied the drawstring of her trousers, letting it drop to the floor as she stepped forward. I wasn't expecting her to have a cock, but it made me curious. What would it feel like?
She embraced me, pressing a kiss into the crook of my neck. I could feel her muscles relax as she melted into me, pressed her tits against mine and her cock against my hip. "Hello, Mouse. My goddess." I could feel an urge inside me, to speak in turn.
I relented, and spoke the words that came to me. "Hello, Hewn, Our champion." I pulled out of the embrace, smiling at her and motioning towards the altar. We walked, hand in hand, towards the altar, laying down on the soft pelts and cuddling for a moment, for my sake. It had been a very complicated past half hour, and I needed a moment in the arms of my lover, Our champion. After a minute of gentleness, I leaned in for a kiss. The first of many. Hewn guided me on top, letting me straddle her and rest a hand on her chest. I could feel her shaft twitch against me and I knew deep down how much effort it was for Hewn not to immediately sink herself into me.
"Truth be told, Mouse, I have had my eye on you for quite some time." Hewn spoke fondly. "Since before I was Hewn, to be honest. A talk for some other time."
I bent down, kissing Hewn, rocking my hips against her, then kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone- her breaths soft and needy in my ear. Something in me said bite, and I obliged. It was becoming second nature to follow Lilith's instincts. Hewn gasped gently and twitched as I gently bit, and grew harder as I clamped my jaw harder. She whimpered, and I took a pause. there was a new mark on her collarbone, where I had just bitten. A claim on territory. I needed her inside me. I raised my hips enough for her to slide her tip in, then rocked them back down, feeling her pushing into me, growling and hungrily kissing and nipping at her neck. She rises against me, gasping and giggling as she drives her hips into mine, her hands chasing over my hips and ass.
So, I did. "Yes, I am still me." I projected the thought towards Hewn, and she grinned.
A spark ignited in my mind. I feet my body shift, shift, shift. My paws were covered in beautiful grey fur, my snout was long, my teeth sharp, and the smell of Our champion was overwhelming, intoxicating, and her shaft still in me. Her eyes were full of confusion and delight. "Are you still… You?" Hewn questioned, reaching up and scratching behind my ear. The feeling was divine, but I had no idea how to communicate.
"Think at her, Mouse." Lilith prompted. "She has been subject to my will before, and will understand."
"Wonderful. My goddess has truly blessed you, and me. Do not fear for harm to my body, for I have the goddess' blessing of resilience."
So, I proceeded. I sank my teeth into her meaty shoulder. Hewn gasped and whimpered, pleading for more as a trickle of blood ran down her back and pooled on the altar. I released her shoulder and lifted myself off of her dick, then felt a weight at my crotch. A dick of my own. A new feeling, for sure, but not unwelcome. I wanted so desperately to make Hewn entirely mine. To breed her. I thought at her, "get down and let me breed you." She paused for a moment, then obliged, raising her ass to me. She didn't have a pussy, but I didn't mind.
I raised myself over her, putting my paws on her back and letting my claws dig into her skin, beautiful and bruised, drawing beautiful crimson over her shoulders and I pushed the tip of my dick into her. She whimpered and reciprocated my thrust and I growled into her ear, thinking, "you are mine, Hewn. you are my champion, my lover, and my mate."
She responded, between sobs, "yes, Mouse. I am yours. Claim me. Leave your marks on me, please." As she rocked her hips and I thrusted harder, I wondered if she would be able to take the knot. Spurred by the bliss of breeding and claiming her, I ignored the question and pushed harder still, until I felt her body give in and accept the knot, as she cried and screamed my name. I howled, feeling my dick pumping her full of cum, then rode out the throbbing of the knot, taking my paws off her back and gently licking her wounds and her cheek.
Once it subsided, I pulled out and felt myself shift into something more familiar, pulling Hewn up with me to sit on the side of the altar. The centre of it pooled blood and cum, flowing down the sides and catching on the runes. I kissed Hewn, and softly spoke. "I love you." She responded with a mumble and a murmur, putting her head in my lap. Her bleeding had already stopped, so I got up, laid the pelts out on the floor, and pulled her down onto them, covering her with her cloak and lying down next to her.
We woke some time later, the altar was barren, no sign of the blood spilt or the pleasure rendered. As Hewn donned her clothes once more, I wondered how I would get back to normalcy. She glanced at me, and said, "You might be able to hide in my clothes, my love." I focused, and shrunk. A mouse. Shockingly comfortable, my namesake. Hewn bent down, gently scooped me up, and placed me into the folds of her sash as she navigated the corridors and escorted me back to my meagre quarters, placing me outside the door.
"Your duties have been covered by another, don't worry. Just focus on getting rest, little Mouse." I felt Hewn's voice like a low thrum in my mind.
"I'll see you again, Hewn." I responded in kind. I scampered under the crack of the doorway and stretched, shifting back into a human. The form felt less comfortable than it at the beginning of the day, but I crawled into my bedding and rested, as Hewn requested.
oh to be laid down, teased and preened by an older girl until I can't think and absentmindedly whimper pleas of release and about how I'll be a good girl
double teaming a girl, one of us to each tit, biting, teasing, playing and murmuring in her ear about how cute and good she is. While we hold her legs open with our own so we can get a good view of her trying to hump the air.
Telepath whose egg cracks because she reads another girl's mind and gets overwhelmed by how much she wants to keep feeling and thinking the same way as that girl all the time, so she keeps reading her thoughts to see her upcoming plans, daily routines, how she likes to spend her time, and then starts secretly following her to better memorize it all and get used to going to the same places. She buys all of the same clothes as her and tries to read or guess which outfit she's going to wear on what day, even buys a wig to match her hair better since growing her own out would take too long. The first time she looks in the mirror after weeks, maybe a month or two of this, she realizes her facial features are closer to her muse's than she thought, far too early for her DIY estradiol to have taken effect. Before long cashiers at the other girl's most frequented shops are calling her that girl's name or asking if she wants "the usual" when they see her enter. It's euphoric. It's comfortable. A little too comfortable. She grows both bolder and more complacent, until one day while in line at a coffee shop, she reads a jolt of confusion in the barista's mind and watches him look past her, then directly at her, back and forth twice. Her stomach drops and she turns around. The glass of the door resembled a mirror for a split second before opening, and her picture-perfect reflection -- or rather, the one she herself was a reflection of -- walks through the door and proceeds past the line straight toward her. The telepath starts stuttering, dozens of excuses bubbling up and dying on her tongue, not noticing the other's smile until suddenly arms are thrown around her, warmly and snugly. She freezes, hears her muse laugh and ask the barista, "Come on, you really couldn't tell me and my sister apart?" and simultaneously feels a voice in her mind, one she's been hearing for all these months that sounds almost exactly like her own, as it whispers, Pretty little thing, aren't you so much happier now?
quick little callout post I do every time I see ppl talking about growing boobs:
Eat your fucking rations, you mutts. All of you.
that means getting a semi-decent balance of protein, fiber, carbs, and sugar. Your body needs maintainance, just the same as your mech. Protein is what gives you your mass, fiber helps your internals run smoothly, carbs are raw fuel, and sugar keeps your brain working. It's more complicated than that but this post is already pretty long.
