The Girlies Are Feeling A Certain Kinda Way Tonight I See

Women are great, it would be cool if they had like vines, or could give you drugs, and maybe even owned you like a pet. Shame nobody else has ever written about that.

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

Feel free for anyone to join! It’s fun and interesting seeing what others put down! :3

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

“You’re so pretty” oh so you wanna see me naked, laid on my back looking down at you while you’re fully clothed, smirking from where you are in between my thighs because of how I react for you? Got it🫡 (delusional)

force me into misbehaving—it’s hot. “don’t cum. you’ll be a good girl, right? you can hold yourself back?”

whilst you force your strap deeper, and i go from moaning to helplessly stringing together desperate sentences, “no, no, please, please stop, i’m gonna cum…”

and then the condescending tone, “is your pussy misbehaving, hm? you can’t even keep her from cumming?” as you circle my clit with your thumb, forcing me closer to the edge i’m desperately trying to avoid.

i guess i should take it like a good girl, when you ruin my orgasm and edge me until i pass out. i shouldn’t have came, right?

men, minors dni

lucipoo, close your eyes, you cutie… i’ll squish those adorable cheeks.

i love dating tgirls cus a lot of the time they have bad self image so all u gotta do is compliment them and they get so adorably flustered.

The First Curse

I have been seeing one of my dolls for quite some time now. She has become such an excellent subject in the time I've had her under my care.

I proposed a little idea.

She had already surrendered her pleasure and climaxes to me. Her mind, her voice, so many parts of her belonged to me. So why not let my magic extend further. She was all ears, and her eyes widened when I spoke my proposal.

I asked her if she'd like me to curse something of hers.

An avid lover of fantasy, she moaned through her bitten lip and nodded.

We took a little time figuring out how we wanted this curse to manifest, and we settled on something delicious. Something that reinforced her place as mine.

She has a beautiful gas mask, a pristine black rubber facade, with a wonderful silencing ability.

We talked about the curse, and I just loved the idea of making another force that controlled her pleasure and her orgasms, something else that would use her like the good toy she is.

...

She took a little longer to wake from trance this time, I made sure I put her deep so I could weave this curse. She loves resistence play when it comes to going under.

We had our lovely little post-trance chat, and I could see she was becoming a little more distracted with each passing moment, like a fly had entered her room and she was trying to hold her composure.

All I could do was grin.

I knew exactly what was happening.

You see, before that trance, the gasmask was inert. Unthinking. Unfeeling. A doorway to submission and objectification, yes; but inanimate.

Now... now it whispered.

Saccharine promises of a little fun. Come on, just wear me, it won't take long, you know it'll be fun, come on, just come and get me you won't regret it~

I love watching her resolve deteriorate. Seeing her defenses wither and fade. She was holding on for dear life, as the rubber abyss stretched out beneath her.

"I know what you want to do, doll. Go ahead~" I encouraged.

She stood up, and retrieved it, a tremble in her fingers.

She began to put it on, the face first, fitting it snug. She brought the fastening straps around and began to tighten them. The trembling increased as she tightened the final strap.

A gasp.

A throb.

She began to finger at the edges of the mask, gripping at the mouth piece, but it would not budge. You see, the mask had now fused to her face and the rubber was beginning to spread. Her thoughts began to betray her, eventually dominating her mind. The mask was forcing her down to nothing but a toy for it to feed on, drinking her arousal and feasting on her pleasure.

Soon the rubber would reach her hands and they would begin to wander. No- wander implies they don't know what they're doing. They began to interrogate, to grab, to pinch, to grope. They investigating, seeking out the parts of her body that would help the mask feed even more.

Then the curse imparts a little pearl of knowledge, it parts the curtains just a little so her mind could peek at the truth that awaited her.

That this mask was going to use her and use her and use her until she was spent. That this mask was going to extract every ounce of pleasure it could from her. That it would leave her sweating, hair matted to her forehead, out of breath, and completely drained of all pleasure.

The rubber trapped her moans and forced them back into her mouth like a ballgag. Her eyes were wild behind the panes of the mask, and it was such a delicious sight.

After the first climax, she was now completely subsumed by the mask. She was nothing but an onahole for it, an aid in getting itself off.

After the second climax, she was barely able to form sentences.

After the third climax, she lay limp in her chair, chest heaving.

Then she felt it. The cold and refreshing rush of air at the seams of her face.

The mask loosened its grip, laying on her face like a spent lover lying atop their blow-up doll.

I then began to weave a blanket around my sweet doll, comforting her and soothing her, letting her muscles rest, letting her heart slow, letting her breath be caught.

She didn't need to say thank you. Her skin was aglow with gratitude.

Then it hit her.

While the mask was sated, drunk and full on her pleasure, it would soon begin to hunger again...

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teary eyed pretty girl letting me fuck her throat because it gets her oh so wet

thoughts on thigh riding?? i would love to ride jing yuan or blades thigh like... theyre so thick...

god, they really are so thick. hoyo should have made them thicker imho

blade, i think, would love thigh riding. and it's honestly the only time he'll really consider himself "lazy" when it comes to sex. he'll strap on his thigh harness, get out your favorite strap or vibrator or grinder of his, and let you have your way with him while he leans back and watches. he'll hold your hip, lazily cooing out his endearments or teasing how desperate you are. he'll trace your body with his hands, teasing and adoring your body. he'll pepper kisses up and down your neck, your collarbones, your chest, where ever he can reach. just... don't expect him to do much, to be completely honest. he simply just wants to admire you

jing yuan... he thinks it's cute when you ask him. especially since you know he has a thing where he has to feel like he's fucking you, setting the pace and not letting you do any of the work (he's got you spoiled, you can't lie). so it's kind of a shock when he agrees to it, and it's more of a shock when he actually leans back to watch you set your own pace. at first your suspicious of the entire situation, trying to figure out what game he's playing. and your suspicions are confirmed when you're about to cum, when he suddenly grabs your hips and slams you down on his thigh. "my turn," he'll whisper in your ear before pulling your hips down on his thigh and make you match his pace he sets for you. he isn't cruel, of course, but he's definitely not gonna make it easy for you. he's got all of your tells and favorite spots memorized, after all. he'll pepper you in kisses, hitting just outside of your most sensitive spots. he'll slow his pace just enough to make you whine and plead more stimulation, to which he'll eventually agree. finally when you're passed out on his shoulder, you'll look up and see a mischievous grin on his face, evidently proud of himself as he wraps his arms around you.

i want a knotted dildo so baaaad, wanna stretch myself around the base and feel it *pop* in

Sapphic yearning isn’t enough anymore, I need to kiss a woman until I suffocate.