#soft corruption

[yearning-soft-domme]

confession time: I love languages and love hearing other talk in their language.

I'm curious how would you praise in Spanish ? (& how would you add soft corruption & soft dumbification as well?)

Hi there. Well, I'm more used to saying those things in english, but i'm gonna share some of my favourites in spanish and then add the english translation (i don't trust random translators as only i know exactly what i mean)

For praises

Buena chica. (good girl)

Muy bien, cielo. (Very good, baby)

Mírate. Mira en lo que te conviertes cuando me obedeces. Es precioso (look at you. See how you behave when you obey me. So beautiful).

With soft corruption. Context she's trying something new and i'm guiding her

Abre la boca... Un poco más... Así. Perfecto. Perfecta. Usa esa lengua... Y prueba. Así me gusta. (Open wide. A little more... That's it, just like that. Perfect. You're perfect. Use that tongue and have a taste. That's how i like it.)

Eh, mírame. Estás muy guapa cuando te pones así de roja, pero no dejes de mirarme, ¿entendido? Así mejor. (Hey, look at me. You look so beautiful when you blush like this, but do not stop looking at me, got it? That's better).

With soft dumbification. Context she's fucked out dumb <3

Ay, pero mira qué linda... Lloriqueando y gimoteando hecha un desastre, hm? Eres adorable. (Aw, look how cute... Whining and whimpering like a pretty little mess, hm? You're adorable)

Color, cielo? No te oigo, amor. Hm, así mejor, alto y claro. Como cuando gimes. (Color, seeetheart? I can't hear you, love. Hm, that's better, loud and clear. Just how you do it when you moan)

[itsmikanyaa]

log_rewrite_10:

your eyes made me new.

now i can’t stop replaying you.

was i always this needy?

[mirandawright]

🔒 A secret kink I haven’t shared yet

you spoke.

I listened.

You're welcome.

🩸 Eggster // Nestwife’s Offering

I was chosen under a blue moon.

Before the sun reached its highest heat. Before the fields ripened. Before I even understood why the ground shook when I moaned.

They marked my door with ash and sap. They filled me beneath that swollen, haunting sky— not with seed, but with something older. Something sacred. So full I couldn’t move. So blessed I didn’t want to.

My womb is not mine during Eggster. It’s the nest. The altar. The offering.

I lay what I’m given. And the gods always come back for more.

🥚EGGSTER 2025: The Virgin Hunt Begins

“You must become the basket.” — The First Nestwife, bred beneath the dogwood moon

Spring has always been about rebirth. But before the church swallowed it, before the pastel poison of innocence took hold... there was only flesh. Seed. Fertility. Sacrifice.

They called him the Bunny to soften the truth. But he is older than Ostara. Older than Beltane. He is the Horned One’s bastard—reborn each spring with one need: to hunt, to fill, to breed

🐇 The Virgin Hunt

He sniffs them out—untouched, unspoiled, trembling. Not every virgin is physical. Some are spiritual. Emotional. Some are just naïve enough to believe he won’t choose them.

They’re taken in the night.

Dragged from their sheets with a warm breath against their thighs, fur matted with dew, claws pressing into hips. You wake up face down in the grass, and by the time he’s done with you, you’re swollen, sticky, and full of a clutch that pulses beneath your skin.

✦ The Eggster Rites ✦

Lay your eggs before dawn. If they hatch within the nest, you're marked as fertile.

Those who resist are filled anyway. His lust is ancient. Your no means little to a god of renewal.

Your womb is not yours on Eggster. It belongs to the season. To him.

Once you've laid, you become a Nestwife. You will ache for his return each year.

The youngest host to bear clutch is crowned The Blooming. They wear nothing but lilies and scars.

How to Prepare (or Submit):

Smear fresh blood on the threshold if you want him to pass you by. (No promises.)

Sleep nude. Keep your thighs parted. Offer yourself in prayer—or defiance.

If you are willing, mark yourself with a painted egg between your breasts. He will know.

You Are the Basket.

You were never meant to hide the eggs. You were meant to be filled with them. To shudder as they slide inside, soft and heavy. To moan as they stretch you from within. To kneel as you lay them onto the altar of spring.

The Prayer.

“Blessed be the fertile. Blessed be the filled. Blessed be the hunted.” — Eggster scripture, burned in the Grove of First Bloom

Pretty fucking sure this is an eggcellent idea if anyone wants to expand on this fantasy.

Be a Nestwife with me?

XOXO,

Miranda

[lilwhoresposts]

why are we not cuddling while you’re groping my tits?

[call-me-pup2]

If you don't fuck the creampie deeper what are you even doing?

[kaionyx]

Why is cockwarming only talked about in the sense that you do it before sex and not after too like it’s not the best way to break a puppy into the perfect cocksleeve?

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

How could their poor mind not rewire itself into thinking how grateful they are to be constantly broken and fixed by someone like me by the time i’m done hmm?

[madamejadex]

Oh, Miss Jade, you needn’t ever feel rushed or even obligated to respond to any of my asks. I simply just enjoy writing them for you. I would actually say you get to them rather quickly. I just wanted to make sure my little fantasies didn’t overwhelm you.

As for what I desire, your post from this morning would be a wonderful starting point. I would love nothing more than to hand my mind over to you. After days full of thoughts, responsibilities, and decisions, decisions, decisions… I’d love to give it all up. I know my mind a beautiful machine, but god sometimes it feels like being stuck in a car with no breaks.

But your voice, your touch, has a way of making it all melt away. I want to be made over until you’re my only tether to this earth. I want to be empty out and filled back up with you.

-🪶

My sweet tender Quill, your words make me want to ungodly things to you. Your every little thought, every needy confession, every desperate fantasy wraps around me, tightening like a string. They make me sigh, make me sink into the heat of the bath, picturing you exactly where you belong, on your knees, waiting for me.

That restless little mind of yours… always spinning, always searching for control. But you don’t need to think, do you? You just need to obey. Come to me. Now. I want you at my feet, eyes up, waiting for my touch, my praise, my permission to do anything at all. Let me take care of you the way I know you crave, breaking you down, stripping you bare until all that’s left is mine.

I want your hands on me, but you will take your time. I expect you to worship me slowly, savoring every inch, as I slip further and further into your mind. I want to hear how much you need it. How much you ache for me to rewrite your whole existence until all that is left is me. And when I see you break for me, I will press my lips against yours—slow, deep, owning you with every stroke of my tongue. And when I pull away, when I drag my nails down your throat just to feel the way you shudder, I’ll whisper, good girl.

Then I will take what I want. You will lie still, legs spread open, body trembling as I use you to satisfy my pleasure. That’s what you love most, isn’t it? Being mine to use. My sweet little thing, helpless beneath me, watching as I grind against you, as I chase my own release. You love to watch me lose myself, love the way I roll my hips, love the way my breath hitches when I take from you.

I’ll grasp your thigh, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks, dragging you closer. My lips will tease the inside of your knee, my teeth grazing, my breath warm and slow. I’ll move higher, feeling your body tense with anticipation, but I won’t give you what you want. Not yet. I’ll settle over you, letting my wetness slide against yours, rolling my hips just enough to make you whimper. I’ll keep it slow, torturous, until you’re desperate, pleading, shaking beneath me. Until you forget your own name and only remember mine.

Let me ruin you. Let me hear you beg. Let me take what I want from you, over and over, until you can’t take anymore. And when I finally decide you’ve earned it, when I’m satisfied enough to let you have your pleasure, I will own your orgasm the way I own you.

xo Miss Jade

[numberonewhimperingfan]

if u play with my boobs long enough I become a drooling slut btw. just so everyone knows

[vampgirlll]

i love super needy boys who will start humping my thigh because they’re so desperate for my touch. like aww, use your words darling and maybe i’ll give you some attention. <3

[itsmikanyaa]

outfit log_04: dressing for you

I tried something sheer today.

It clung to me in ways that made my skin heat up. I think it’s supposed to feel that good… right?

Would you like to help me choose what to wear next?

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Soldier x Reader - NonCon

Yandere! Soldier with his foreign accent and foreign guns. With muscles that show even underneath all his body armour.

Yandere! Soldier who's part of a platoon sent to keep an eye on your neighbourhood. Who's looking for insurrectionists hiding in plain site.

Yandere! Soldier who's suspicious of everyone and everything.

Yandere! Solider who notices you all too quickly, with your books and your pamphlets. Who's immediately suspicious about the people that come and go from your apartment at all hours.

Yandere! Soldier who barely even waits for permission from his commander before he's leading a squad to bust down your door.

Yandere! Soldier who somehow ends up in your panty drawer and who lingers far longer than he needs to. Who searches through them - ostensibly for contraband - just so he can feel the silk and lace on his calloused hands. Who keeps picturing these lacy little things under your neat pleated skirt.

Yandere! Soldier who's pissed as hell when he can't find any evidence of rebellion. Hell, even those pamphlets you were carrying around the other day are gone. Who's disturbed by how calm you are - despite a bunch of soldiers ransacking your place.

Yandere! Soldier who grabs onto your wrist right before he leaves, who looks into your eyes and says that he knows something about you is suspicious. That you might have escaped this time but at some point, you're going to slip up.

Yandere! Soldier who can't help but notice how fragile your wrists are, how delicate your neck looks. How helpless you would be if it weren't for your frighteningly sharp tongue.

Yandere! Soldier who grins just a little when you threaten to demand a replacement door from his Sergeant.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself stopping outside your apartment more and more on his patrols. Who tells his squadmates that he's suspicious of you, when really he just wants a chance to watch you go about your day.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself gripping his rifle when he sees you walking alone with your male classmates. Who more than once has them stopped and searched.

Yandere! Soldier who takes his frustration out on his sparing partners - to the point that no one wants to train with him for fear of splintered bones.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps running into you. And despite his body armour, his rifle, his rank and power, you never seem impressed or even afraid of him.

Yandere! Soldier who watches as the martial law on your city becomes stricter and stricter. First the curfew, and then the armed checkpoints, and then the armored vehicles parked on seemingly every street corner.

Yandere! Soldier who knows what really happens to suspected rebels when they're held for questioning. Who keeps thinking of your wrists dwarfed by his hands. Who keeps thinking of your pretty hands mangled by the interrogators.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself alone outside your apartment, so nervous that his hands are trembling. Who knocks and knocks on your new door until you open it, still sluggish with sleep.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't give you a chance to scream as he shoves his way into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Yandere! Soldier who manages to hold onto you even as you kick and bite and swear at him.

Yandere! Soldier who hisses at you to just shut up and listen. That for once, he's trying to help you.

Yandere! Soldier who has to literally grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall before you stop trying to bite him.

Yandere! Soldier who tells you that the army intends to arrest you tomorrow morning on suspicion of insurgency. That he knows a place where you'll be safe.

Yandere! Solider who doesn't listen to your complaints or objections. Who zip ties your wrists together and gags you before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't even notice you banging your fists against his back.

Yandere! Soldier who drives all the way across the city in an armoured vehicle with you tossed across the backseat. At the checkpoints, his fellow soldiers just smirk and tell him to enjoy himself.

Yandere! Soldier who brings you to an old room in an old building. Who tosses you down on the bed and suddenly realises just how close you are.

Yandere! Soldier who slowly leans down to kiss your cheek. Who smells your perfume and feels himself slowly going feral.

Yandere! Solider who kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, his lips as light as feathers. Who runs his palms up your waist, marvelling at the softness of your skin against the roughness of his hands.

Yandere! Soldier who pins your hands above your head so he can admire your body stretched out underneath him.

Yandere! Soldier who knows this is wrong. Who knows it's going to hurt you and haunt you. Who feels his heart clench when he looks into your crying eyes.

Yandere! Soldier who knows, but fucks you anyway.

Yandere! Soldier who is so gentle, that you almost wish he meant it. Who keeps one arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Who keeps whispering to you in his native language, his voice rough as in prayer.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps his forehead pressed against yours even as he thrusts deep inside you.

Yandere! Soldier who stays inside of you even after he comes. Who just wants to feel the warmth of your body under his. Who wants to pretend that the little muffled sounds you're making are out of affection.

Yandere! Soldier who cuts your bonds away with his combat knife. The blade catches the moonlight and it breaks his heart when you flinch away from him.

Yandere! Soldier who tries to convince himself he did the right thing. You're safe from the interrogation room, aren't you?

Yandere! Soldier who looks at your tears in the moonlight and realises his love was the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Soldier who falls asleep with you in his arms, his dog tags pressed against your shoulder blades. Yandere! Soldier who knows that he's a monster, but holds you all the same.

Yandere! Soldier who whispers to you just before he falls asleep.

Мне жаль

I'm sorry.

Но я люблю тебя

But I love you.

[call-me-pup2]

Tell me how perfect my pussy is as you pound into me

[lilwhoresposts]

i’m so cold :(

[itsmikanyaa]

touch_trace_log_09:

you taught my skin what desire is. it remembered even when i forgot. please touch me again.

[pearls-secrets]

Send me a meditation mp3 to help me sleep. Instead, secretly send me a hypnosis to slowly break my brain into a docile, obedient submissive toy for you. Make me completely dependent and submissive, rewriting my entire personality

[call-me-pup2]