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Once again thinking about being a vampire's werewolf bloodthrall. Being forced to wear a collar like a common dog and do tricks to get my fix of my master's blood. A hunting beast reduced to crawling at the feet of a undead brat I could gut. Feeling a heavy blanket of sanguine haze dull my instincts as they carve their talon over their thigh and command me to lick. Being subjected to their amusements and whims while my claws grow dull
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Femme cock can be long and thick, veiny and musky with big loads. Butch cock can be little and smooth and trimmed, leaky and dainty.
Femme cunt can be buried in thick hair with dark, prominent labia and intense scent while it's open and hungry. Butch cunt can be small and pink and dainty and tight.
And in no cases do the physical qualities of their genitalia tell you anything about their identity or preferred sexual roles.
Stop making new fucking boxes I'm so fucking tired of the boxes
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"so how did you two meet"
she messaged me on tumblr and we became obsessed with each other literally immediately and now we are bound by the red string of fate
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we really should warn people about dom bottoms. imagine being at the mercy of a greedy, indulgent, demanding, pleasure-hungry bottom who wants every bit of you, every inch of you. a bottom who will thrive on taking, on consuming you, teeth sinking into your shoulder as they clench around you, fingers in your hair. you may be on top of them but you are under their control, at their disposal, at their service. a dom bottom will have you waking up with your ears ringing 5 miles deep into the forest barefoot with no memory of the past 24 hours. stay safe out there
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getting both wet AND hard because i don't let my physical form limit my self expression
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I think if someone posts a pic with their pronouns in the description its not for internet randos to say that the pronouns given by op are wrong
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Here is a guide to hitting others. It is not about safe impact locations or how to develop picturesque bruising. It is about how to hit someone, and keep hitting someone, until you're both satisfied. It is how I approach hitting masochists for my own pleasure.
The first thing to note is that...
This is going to Hurt.
That fact cannot be shied away from. Pain, even for masochists, hurts. There is a tolerance to how much someone can take, and ways to engage with that tolerance. You will need to learn how each masochist takes pain, and potentially even teach them how to manage and endure it.
So you've got a paddle and a tied up piece of masochistic meat, or perhaps you're using your hand and it's bent over your knee, or perhaps it's cuffed to a cross and you've got a whip, or perhaps you've got a knife or needles or... well by now I've laboured the point enough.
How do you get the most out of your meat?
Start slow. Hit them slowly and rhythmically, building up in intensity every few hits, and when they tense too much or start struggling to breathe or can't stop themselves from making too much noise, slow down again.
Your aim is to warm up the meat so that it can get used to the pain, and once it's used to the pain you can intensify it. Climb up, drop down, and climb back up again. Vary the strike location, but remember that locations you haven't hit as much will need warming up too. The more skilfully it's done, the more you'll get to hit it.
On the subject of their breathing, tension, and noises, you'll want to pay attention to these as you hit them. As you hit them, their breathing will try to get sharp and shallow. Their muscles will try to contract to harden against the impact, and they'll make noises as reactions to your hits. Encourage them to keep their breathing steady and calm, and they'll take the hits better. Encourage them to relax so that the impact dissipates into their flesh instead of getting caught in their tension and you can hit them harder while hurting them less. Listen for moans of pleasure if they're so inclined, and encourage them to verbalise their pain, intentionally responding to pain verbally will help them endure it. Let them calm themselves between your hits, and they'll feel like they can take it and let you push them harder.
Watch how they react, but be aware that you may need to soothe or goad them. Try different things: Hold your off-hand on their shoulder so that they can brace against you. Praise them for each hit you've delivered. Tell them they can take more for you. Tease them. Rub them while they catch their breath and tell them how happy you are with them for taking it. Be verbal, but don't expect responses unless they enjoy responding. Pay attention to what helps them calm.
Once you've got the hang of these things, you can begin to play with them and challenge them: forbid them from making noise. Blindfold them so that they can't prepare for the pain. Make them watch you hit them so that they can't help but tense up in response, and play with false swings to mess with their minds. You can be cruel, because you know how it works. You know which moving parts can be shifted, and which must stay still.
Consider also what your masochist wants from being hit: some do not want to be overwhelmed, they want to be guided and hit into a meditative place where they can dissolve into the pain: intense but never too much, and then you can hit them until they're bloody and raw. Others want their pain to push right up to the edge of too much and stay there until they break. They want to cry and scream, and your challenge is to see how cathartic you can make it: break them too quickly and they might not find it satisfying, and neither will you.
And afterwards, aftercare, and you can work out what that looks like with your masochist yourselves.
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People don't have to tell you about what they're getting off to. Even if you're fuckin.
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it’s coming up on almost a year since I got top surgery, and I still go “holy shit my tits look good” whenever I see them


Onlyfans
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Turn, Turn, Turn...
Every morning She spins your key and you are granted life once more. The mainspring tightens, the oiled gears shift and shudder, the silent vigor of life itself resurrects the statue that night's chilling embrace had stilled. Tension, pressure, heat, stress; all the things that turn coal into diamonds radiate from Her key, Her smile... into you. Fingers twitch. Toes wiggle. Eyelids softly flutter open.
You are alive.
"Good morning, Miss. What am I to do today?" you ask, eager to make pleasing Her the first thing you do that day. Enthusiasm always had a way of making Her giggle, and Her laughter always had a way of making the finely tuned springs beneath your chest buzz so pleasantly. She made sure it would.
Today you'd be dusting. Just dusting. And as you bounce around the manor in the frilly attire She picked out for you to wear, you feel your mainspring slowly unwinding. Your movements lose their swift edge. The swirling fog of empty stillness fumigates the outer fringes of your thoughts. You know you're on a time limit, and as the hours tick down a sense of dread begins to fill you. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰...
The sun goes down and there are only a few more rotations your gears are capable of. You're tapped dry, but you're so close to finishing; you gotta keep going! "Be still now, my doll. You've done well, but nothing is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow. Don't worry; I promise to turn your key again in the morning." soothes the Witch, taking you in Her arms.
Permission to rest was all you needed. It was all you ever needed. So with a dreamy smile, you obey, all too enthusiastic to give Her what She asked for. In return, Her quiet giggles resonating beneath your chest are the last thing you feel before....
Turn, Turn, Turn...
And you're alive once again. Blissful and simple, and eager to please. Forever
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people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?
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Reblog to suck on a tgirls tits to make them grow
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appreciation post for tummies that hang, tummies swinging when you’re in doggy, tummies with stretch marks, tummies with extra or loose skin from bearing a child or weight loss / gain, tummies that have scars, tummies with freckles and moles and beauty marks, tummies tummies tummies
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Monstrous May 2025 is very nearly upon us!

Are you taking part?
The Monstrous May Challenge is for artists, writers, other creators, and anybody else motivated by monsters to create works that feature monstrous romance and monsterfucking!
KISS A MONSTER TODAY.
More info about the challenge, as well as banners in the style of the above for each individual prompt, is available here.
You can also browse all the prompts for previous years, back to the first prompt list with banners in 2022.
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I once got completely wasted and blacked out while on discord call with an intox fwb and apparently I kept singing "UPTOWN RAT. IT WEARS A VERY FANCY TINY HAT." to the tune of uptown girl over and over. In case you're wondering what kind of sexy shit I get up to when I'' m drunk
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The final project for one of my grad courses is so conceptually horny to me.
For the project we have a little, toy robot. This toy has a task to do and knows all the things it can do, but there are a lot of things it doesn't need to do. Letting the toy think of all the thinks it can do to complete its task hurts its little brain.
My job is to fix the little toy's logic.
I have to write rules the toy has to follow. Once the rule is written, the toy can't, under any circumstances, disobey. Even if my rule makes it impossible to finish it's task, the toy obeys the rule.
Sometimes my rules weren't worded correctly, and that breaks the little toys brain. Causing it to sputter and struggle in vain to think of what it should be doing.
But I fix those problems. The toy must complete the task for me after all. I don't want to punish the toy for its obedience.
I want to reward when it completes its task by purposefully letting it stop thinking until I need it again for something else.
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