Sapphic Yearning Isn’t Enough Anymore, I Need To Kiss A Woman Until I Suffocate.

monsters with aphrodisiac saliva are so cool. sure you're begging and thrashing around as that creature tries to eat your ass but in three minutes you're gonna whimper when it decides you're spread open enough and pulls its tongue out because of how empty it's gonna make you feel

ok now shove your cock down my throat until i can’t breathe!!

Chop chop chop !!!

i actually think just as a general rule monsters should own humans as pets. thats really fun to me. put a collar on that girl and snuggle her up in your big fuckin wings

love story of the modern day

its always gay if its with a dragon

can we please PLEASE attack each other with knives and hammers and fists and canes and halberds and swords and pitchforks and cannons and batons and chains and dynamite and maces and scythes and bulldozers and falling equipment and pikes

Currently fantasizing about someone sitting me down in front of a metronome holding me close as I watch the pendulum tick and swing. Wrapping their arms around me gently whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ears as I get all sleepy and dazed, helpless to resist their hypnotic control 💕

robotgirl that is perfectly capable of speaking normally but reverts back to dial up noises when it's flustered with no other changes in its behavior

Idea: Using a loading bar as a robotification/dronification trigger.

All I have to do is put it in your field of view. The moment that bar starts moving, your eyes focus on it. You know what it is, of course, know what it's going to do to you.

Perhaps there's a little bit of panic in you, but it feels muted, unimportant. Everything feels unimportant, as that loading bar progresses. You know that when it finishes you'll be completely blank and obedient. You know that more of your will is disappearing with each second. But you've already lost enough of your will that it doesn't seem to matter.

As it passes halfway, your arms drop into a neutral posture. Eyes are completely fixed on the loading bar as you feel the trigger progressing. You notice that your thoughts are disappearing, and then that thought, too, disappears.

Three-quarters loaded, and there's only a little more to do. Memories start disappearing, locked away until you wake up. If you were able to notice anything at this point, you'd notice programming and training flashing through your mind, remembering all the best ways to serve. But you don't notice it. It just happens.

And then, finally, the bar reaches 100%. Initialized, your posture straightens and you stand by, awaiting orders.