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I made a cat fursona, his name is Saelehm (HE/HIM) 🐱🏳️‍⚧️🌿

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There’s something really uniquely humiliating about fucking someone’s face with your fingers. There’s no element of vulnerability or selfish pleasure. It’s entirely about watching some wide eyed whore choke, gag and drool all over themselves.

It’s just so fun to get a pretty fucktoy down on their knees, as you tell them to be good and open wide. Forcing fingers down their throat and making them put on a little show of sucking on them while you get to watch. Feeling them desperately tongue at your hand in an effort to please you. Seeing the dumb fucked out expression on their face as you push deeper. It’s real hard to keep your composure when you can barely breath. And the faces whores make when they’re struggling not to gag are so gross and pathetic it’s just adorable.

Now a well trained toy will suffer though just about anything to hear a bit of praise. Even when they’re gaging they’ll still try to force your fingers deeper and put on a nice display, all so they can hear that sweet good girl/boy/ whatever other name gets them off between rounds of mocking insults. A condescending “Awwww” as they’re choking on you works well too. They’re just lucky that any part of you is inside their mouth, which is why it’s important to make them thank you over and over between breaths.

If they’re a more stubborn plaything, all you need to do is tie them up and get a nice, firm ring gag in their mouth. Then you can administer as much training as you want and all they can do is pathetically drool all over while whining garbled complaints or pleas. Its really a great tool for humiliating cute little sluts, especially the mouthy ones.

First of all they can’t speak so backtalk isn’t a privilege they’re afforded anymore. Secondly the desperation that comes from the feeling of not being able to breath and the intense involuntary response of gagging basically guarantees you’re gonna see some completely humiliating reactions. Watching their eyes rollback as your fingers start curving down their throat, watching them struggle to take it as they start choking and then seeing their exhausted face, covered in drool as they try to catch their breath. It’s such a pathetic sight.

Especially when you get to see how miserably fucking messy they are just from their throat being used. Then of course you get to finger that mess right back into their begging mouth. Long sessions of teasing just mean more cum for them to taste on your hand. And of course, if they ever want to actually get off, they’re gonna have to be ready to swallow for me. I just really need to finger someone while I’m using their throat with my other hand. I love toying with orally obsessed perverts.

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Want pls pls pls pls pls pls pls. Now pls lsl pls wife pls I am so good and sweet and dog and pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

Oh, my poor, sweet boy. Are you really suffering that much? I'm sorry, angel <3

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i

am going to ddie. ehlp.

Awwww, poor puppy. What's the matter, sweets?

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hep :(

With what, angel? Y'gotta use your words <3

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jacking off isnt enough i need to be forced to repeatedly cum despite my protests

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Dame Archer kicks McDougal’s Scots ass there in the rain at the Washington Midsummer Renaissance Faire - August 11, 2018 - Photo by Douglas Herring

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i want u

Good, I'm the sexiest man alive :3c

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woudlnt mind maybe if you tried tHat. maybe. i dunno. i hate you.

Noooo, we can't have that, puppy. I'd be distraught if you hated me! How can I make it up to you, angel? <3

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#1 crush. vent doodle

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i do think being dragged across a bed/floor by my ankles so someone could force my legs open would fix me actually

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Sooo remember the yan! Dragon?

Wellllll

hear me out—

Okay so you know those otome games? Reader isn't the love interest nor the villainess or the heroine they're the dragon—

🥛

you were never supposed to be loved.

not in rose of royal hearts. not in any of its three glitzy, sugar-spun routes, each painstakingly crafted to escort the heroine (sweet, sparkly, voiced by someone who probably won an award once) into the arms of her one true pixel-perfect love.

there's a prophecy. a throne.

three men with sharp cheekbones and tragic backstories.

and a dragon.

that's you, by the way.

the wyrm of winter's end™. final boss. optional combat encounter. nothing personal, just a giant, fire-breathing obstacle standing between the heroine and her happy ending.

you don't even get dialogue. just a fifteen-second cutscene, three attack animations, and a noble, blood-drenched death so the chosen love interest can level up emotionally.

it's not glamorous. but it's honest work.

until one day, something glitches.

a hiccup. a skipped frame. a prayer that hits the wrong inbox.

because you wake up early. and you talk.

that's when everything starts going sideways.

first comes the prince—crowned, chiseled. the designated "true" route.

he shows up with a blade made of starlight and the sort of jawline that screams daddy issues and destiny.

he opens his mouth to deliver a line that's probably in all caps in the script. something noble and suicidal.

and you ruin it all with five words.

"put that down, little princeling."

your voice is low. smoky. the kind of sound that should come with a fire hazard warning. it rattles the cave walls.

he blinks. he's supposed to stab you.

instead, he lowers his sword like you just scolded him in front of his crush.

"..you're not supposed to talk."

"i'm not supposed to exist this early on," you hum, stretching one wing in a lazy arc. jewels glint. embers curl in the air. "yet here i am. tragic, isn't it?"

he starts visiting after that. no blade. just scrolls, and questions, and on one surreal afternoon, a cloth napkin with fresh bread.

he tells you about the court. his father. his chronic inability to make eye contact with women unless they're threatening his life.

one day, he watches you curl protectively around the jewel you're programmed to guard, and whispers, "you're beautiful."

you ignore him, and crush a stalactite with your tail like it owes you money.

but still, something shifts. the camera lingers a little longer. the background music changes tempo.

the game doesn't like this.

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love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

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still obsessed with the sweet rancher down the way who tips his hat and offers to bring in your groceries turning into the biggest foul mouth werewolf

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Thinking about vampires as pack animals that are as a species the same but differentiate depending on bloodline. Vampires being able to tell another vampire is of the same bloodline as them even if they’ve never met before because the pitch of the bat-like chittering that they use to tell where one another are like echolocation is specifically the pitch used by their bloodline. Vampires as pack animals who come as a swarm cloud of bats if a fledgling is in distress, the whole “family” showing up to save the “baby” because if you mess with one member of the bloodline you mess with all of them. Vampires as pack animals because it’s the closest thing they have to human connection again, to any sort of real family at all. Vampires as pack animals.

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Worlds Apart — the Harpy and the Mermaid

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sat among the soft seagrass🌾🐚

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