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Hello & welcome!
It's a pleasure to see you here, I have a lot of nicknames i go by so i'm none to picky (though Bunny has been sticking lately), similarly i use He/him but i'm not fussy there either.
24 Male, switch but very big sub lean, do with that as you will.
I enjoy talking about a bit this or a bit of that, be it from animals and bones to pretty people of all stripes
The tag #mystuff is my own ramblings or pictures, just my stuff without the reblogs. #photos from the past , are photos just from my camera that were pre June-ish 2024.
If you have questions, comments, or looking for chitter chatter i don't bite in my DM's; unless you ask me to~
"I cannot wait to see your face thoroughly stained from my lipstick and my cum. Keep going, little one."
Dear god- Dommes are lethal
Love and Leashes
(2022)
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I canât stop thinking about breastfeeding a sub as they drift off to sleep.. Making quiet noises as they gradually relax and bury their face in mommyâs soft breasts, staying latched on to my nipple, gently suckling. đ
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"Oh you've never been touched before? Lemme spend hours showing you how sensitive your body is"
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My favorite thing is when a guy gets hard and tries to hide it but you can feel it (like when youâre cuddling) or see it because he keeps adjusting and being really shy. Like itâs literally SO hot. And low key something I really wanna do is just have a guy hump my thigh or something until he cums. Just let me lean back and watch you, smirking as you rub against me and moan. Bonus points if I can praise/tease you and grope you the whole time đ„°
When you start the night wanting to be mean but he gives you such a đ„ș look you have to just sigh and tell yourself "next time"
One day I will learn how to put on more than basic highlight/natural style make up, just so I can hold his face in my hands and say "hold still sweetie" while I give him perfect high fashion wing liner
I love non-sexual signs of submission as much I love sexual ones.
Kneel for me, moan for me, beg to cum. After all, you look gorgeous on your knees pleading.
But also lay your head on my lap ïżŒwhile we watch something, wear my clothes out, perform little acts of service just to show me how much you care.
After all, my claim over you isnât just in the bedroom, so why should your services to me end there?
He's breathing faster when he tells me that tonight, he wants to go out to dinner. When we go out, he's mine, and he knows it, even if no one else does.
He's doing so well controlling himself as we pick out clothes, as I do the buttons at his wrists and neck. Not too tight. Everyone needs to see the bracelet on his right wrist, links of silver winding around his warm skin. On the left, a wide ring presses his third finger, connected by a thin chain to the plain, polished band around that wrist.
His stockings are dark and sheer, gripping his calves tight. The belt at his waist is supple. Every single accessory is something I choose for him, he never touches them except to put them reverently away. The last, most subtle and most meaningful as he holds the backs of my thighs, his chest rising and falling heavily, is a necklace. The empty ring at the front, the only clasp holding together two layers of thin silver chain, settles high on his chest.
A whispered "Thank you" leaves his lips and he just barely shivers as I touch his throat.
Mine. All put together.
I WILL be motivated and I WILL be creative
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TW// intox, dubcon, somno
weâre sitting around the table with our friends, laughing and catching up, when she reaches into her purse and produces a pill. she drops it into my palm, and i look down at it. i know what it is; i know what itâll do to me. i toss it back and take a swig of water to wash it down.
about 15 minutes later, things start to change. i realize that i havenât been keeping up with the conversation, and when i turn to her to ask what was just said, my vision goes blurry.
âare you tired, sweetheart?â she smirks.
i manage to nod, and before i can even process the goodbyes, weâre driving home.
- her arm around my waist in the driveway -
- her fingers fidgeting with the keys -
- holding me tight as she leads me upstairs -
- the comfort of lying in bed, eyes finally closed -
when i feel her start to tug at my belt. i open my eyes and force my head up to see her standing at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but a bra, as she slides my skirt down past my feet.
my head falls back, eyelids heavier than ever before, and i begin to doze off for a moment. suddenly iâm pulled back to alertness by the cold shock of her fingers pressed against my hole. she applies the lube gently, then softly forces two fingers past the entrance until theyâre buried inside me.
ânow youâre ready for me, baby.â
i try to nod, but my head is too heavy to move at all. it doesnât matter anyways; sheâs going to use me no matter what.
as her cock slips forcefully into me, i fully give in and let her take advantage of my limp body. i lie there for what could be hours, or days, or just moments, fading in and out of consciousness, as she groans and squeezes my thighs tightly and rams her length into me over and over and over again.
the sensation of her hips slapping against my ass repeatedly gives me reassurance that sheâs enjoying me. iâm feeling good, too â not that that matters.
iâm barely clinging to the waking world when i feel her start to thrust harder, and hear her speak firmly:
âfuck, iâm going to cum. keep being good and let me breed you.â
my eyes wouldâve rolled back into my head in pleasure if i could still understand her, but by the time i would have felt her hot seed fill my hole, i was already completely asleep.
she always gets what she wants. i tried to fight and lost. she won yet again. but letâs be honest, i didnât put up much of a fight.
Talking to mommy about your day as she slowly starts to pull down your pants, stuttering as she starts to stroke your growing puppy parts
Oh sweet baby, donât stop talking, keep telling me about your day~
Stammering, I continue and try to keep talking as she speeds up on my puppy parts
Aww.. poor puppy canât think? Too bad
She keeps going, making you moan out as she toys with your parts like the toy you are
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Subby boys who arch into the handjob, stomachs clenching and fist squeezing the seat their in begging you to go faster anything from your torturous slow pace but knowing the minute you pick up speed theyll explode.
âare you going to be a good boy and listen or do i need to keep teaching you this lessonâ