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[altarmind]

need to hypnotize someone into being more of a dom than usual. need to absolutely push someone over their limit into unadulterated sadism, into obsessive biting and clawing, into tying me down and filling me up until i’m satisfied, growling absolute madness into my ear as they pound into me and grab at my thighs and stomach and chest, bringing their body far beyond what they thought they could do—and then gently placing them back into trance when i’m finished and making them a subby mess to dote on me as my aftercare <3

who wants to volunteer?

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actually tdick can get you pregnant. if you're really sincere and try really really hard.

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stop normalizing the grind and normalize cuddling with cute boys

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The desire to be called a good boy VS the embarrassment of admitting i want to be called good boy

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i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".

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cant even enjoy my somno kink. because of woke

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it's just that if you got a little crush on me i wouldn't really mind. hypothetically. younger you still has so much to learn and do, stuff i already know from firsthand experience. it would make sense if i spent enough time with you in a time-travel scenario that you began to get flustered when i was around. and i just think the idea of you blushing at me or stammering out a confession or letting me guide you into a long, lingering kiss that left you awestruck and open for me to pounce on you is really sweet, that's all! it would do wonders for my ego. and i would fuck you really good, obviously; i'd do things to you that you wouldn't even know you wanted at that point. i'd rock your whole world. does that really not sound even the least bit appealing? no? haha, well, it's a good thing i can't talk you around to it years before we'd even originally have had this conversation! that'd be fucked up.

alright, next page of photos. hey, look, here's where we met, right? no, i'm kidding, of course. that's still way too early! right? i've probably confused things. just give it a second. you seem a little disoriented, sweetheart. remind me, what year was our first kiss?

hahah wow you look so charming in this old photo, babe. wouldn't it be so crazy if time travel were real and i could go back and insert myself into your past for whatever reason i wanted? obviously i'd only do it for good reasons. definitely good ones. i just want to meet you sooner! i'd stay the same age as now, though. just to look out for you, obviously. and give you a cool trans role model. it's not like i'd want into your life with an uneven age gap and power dynamic for insanely unethical erotic reasons. like...who would want to save and corrupt their partner all at once? that's weird. i'm not even sure where i was going with this. just a zany hypothetical.

...anyway, let's see another photo!

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hahah wow you look so charming in this old photo, babe. wouldn't it be so crazy if time travel were real and i could go back and insert myself into your past for whatever reason i wanted? obviously i'd only do it for good reasons. definitely good ones. i just want to meet you sooner! i'd stay the same age as now, though. just to look out for you, obviously. and give you a cool trans role model. it's not like i'd want into your life with an uneven age gap and power dynamic for insanely unethical erotic reasons. like...who would want to save and corrupt their partner all at once? that's weird. i'm not even sure where i was going with this. just a zany hypothetical.

...anyway, let's see another photo!

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If i dont [experience pathologically concerning sex act] within the next [arbitrary time period] im going to [federal agency watchphrase]

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t-shirt that says "quit your job. join the erotic transgender hivemind" in big block letters

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People go on about good healthy queer rep but I cannot express how much I want unhealthily devoted queer rep. Raise your lover from the dead no matter the cost. Kill to get them to safety. Trade your soul for theirs. Die to reunite with them. I want gothic hyper-devotion codependent lovers

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*kicking my feet n giggling* you're kinda scary

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hey google how do i make it clear that when i (a trans man occupying the Dom role) am doing consensual ageplay with my partner (who is femme and taking the role of small girlchild), we are doing it in a t4t way that is inherently tremendously hotter and more nuanced than your bogstandard cis approach.

which is to say, hey google, how do i post "pussy from a girl who isn't your daughter but wishes she was" without sounding toxic af?

[altarmind]

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

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I've not seen nearly enough talk about mind control/hypno as stress relief from the Dom's perspective. The tag is full of everyone's greatest hits about how brainlessness is a release, the lack of choices is bliss, etc—which is all true, of course. (I should know, I can lie back and be owned with the best of them.) But I don't see a lot of representation for the warmth I feel when I ease fully into my role and my sub puts his/her higher reasoning in my grasp. Sure, it can be a lot to think about, a lot of variables to calculate and remember depending on whatever mood and scene we've chosen. But for me it often goes with a sense of rightness and comfort that balances the situation out.

My partners trust me to use them well, and they love being used, and their minds are delightful to play with. They adore me, and they make it obvious. After a long workday, sometimes nothing's better than taking someone pretty in hand and knowing you have full control of their self and situation (or at least a decent illusion of such.)

It's like I have a stress toy that loves me. I can put it through anything and it loves me and is just glad I've got my hands around it. Sometimes I even get to watch it try to hate me for how I treat it, and then I get to shut that silly impulse down! Delicious!

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to you it’s perverted gross sex. to me it’s being creative, working through traumas and baggage, healing my inner child, playing, practicing intense vulnerability, finding even more ways to fall in love with my partner, finding more ways to fall in love with myself, learning confidence & how to ask for what i want, care work, emotional release, relaxing, community building, theater, dance, writing, problem solving, therapy, radical honestly, and so much more. and also it’s gross perverted sex.

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He flinches away from familiarity, the intimacy of first-name terms. He gets skittish at grand reminders of his heart, so I let him use surnames and titles and gestures for me. I let him dance around the idea of an informal warmth. Such unease is pretty alien to me, but I can't deny that it heightens the satisfaction every time he lets the mask slip.

I'm patient. I don't press too much. I wouldn't have him any other way than what he is.

But I do indulge, sometimes, in the thought of prying his inhibitions out of him. Taking it slow, getting him a little drunk, kissing him until we're both too warm and the room feels unreal. I dream idly of pushing him into a mattress and fucking him while his head spins. I'd love to hear him shudder as I coaxed him further out of lucidity: shh, baby, let go, I've got you, let me worry about everything. just feel good. just be good for me. I'd keep a tight grip on him, enough to bruise, and in my daydreams he gasps into it.

When he's right up to the edge, I tell him to say my name as he comes. I don't specify which. But there's not the slightest hesitation left in him by then. He doesn't flinch away from my first name. He moans it like it's the only word he knows.

And after, I help him find his lucidity again; I watch things re-set between us. Because that's the right thing to do.

I'm only sometimes tempted by the fantasy of leaving him pried open. Fucking him so good he forgets what he was afraid of. Warping him a little, but into better shape.

I guess he's not the only one dancing around matters of the heart. Mine are just a little bit fucked in the head.