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[sweetshrew]

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[sweetshrew]

i’d absolutely love it if i had a girl to lay with right about now with my bedroom window slid up, the small whispers of a night chill making my goosebumps rise a little but that’s ok because she’s keeping me warm and it feels nice to invite something so calm after a stressful day.

it’d be quiet other than the sound of crickets mingling outside, the small kick of the a/c coming on, and the steady thumps of her heartbeat that pick up their pace whenever she breathes in. she’s silent, knowing i’m pretty overstimulated from the day, but she knows i’d listen if she chose to mutter a few rants about her day if she wanted to. i probably wouldn’t respond, but i’d listen, giving small hums and tapping different combinations with my fingertips against her skin in response - our mini constructed language for communicating when one of us doesn’t feel like talking but still wants to connect.

i’d run my hand along her beautiful figure and slip it under her shirt so i can feel closer to her, my fingers running from the small and curly hairs of her happy trail that escape into her pants, to her belly button that pokes out slightly more than mine, the hard yet expandable ribcage that pushes her breasts up towards my hand when i reach them. i’d softly massage her soft and malleable nipples. my touch wouldn’t be sexual, but appreciative of the patient soul laying beside me.

[sweetshrew]

18+ lesbian smut

warning: uh butchfemme dynamics, gender neutral!butch, reader!femme

2.2k words :)

butch that picks you up from work, after dropping you off in the morning, after making you breakfast and waking you up with a hand tracing your back instead of an alarm clock

butch that greets you at their car with a grin and the passenger door open, sunglasses and a suit on like your personal valet

butch that traces patterns on your thigh while they drive, listening to you talk about your day at work and asking questions or humming agreements

butch that, when you pull into the driveway, makes you wait to get out so they can open the door for you, guiding you into the house with a hand on your back, whispering in your ear "i got the whole evening planned out for you"

butch that opens the front door to a clean house, a table set for the two of you, and the whole place lit up softly with (luckily fake) candles, "I didn't want to leave the house with everything lit, it was either that or leave you in the car for ten minutes while i went around lighting everything," they explain, "Go shower, I've got dinner"

butch that turns the oven off, taking everything out to let sit for a moment, that walks up the stairs with a box of a new silky pajama set. placing it on the bed they pull towels out of the dryer and knock on the bathroom door.

butch that cracks the door after a soft response, "there's something for you on the bed, i think you'll look real good in it. dinner's done, too, i made your favorite"

butch that turns to leave before you ask, "what's all this for?" with your head poking out behind the shower curtain

butch that shrugs and answers simply "'cause i like you or something. get dry and dressed, i don't want anything to get cold"

butch that closes the door and heads back to the kitchen, leaving you to dry off with the warm towels, and you exit the bathroom to see the pajama set on the bed. it's beautiful, a pale tone of your favorite color with thin lacy straps that match the lining of the shorts. a robe of the same, but darker, color and a similar lining is in the box too. you put all of it on, and it fits perfectly. loose enough to move in and light enough to feel the chill of air conditioning. the robe helps, but you miss the warmth of the shower. putting your slippers on you head to the kitchen to eat.

butch that pulls your chair out for you, that plates your favorite dinner and sets it in front of you before sitting down themselves. you talk more over food. about work again, this time about the oddjobs your butch does as someone generally good with their hands and tools. you talked about life in general, things going in with your friends, your family, celebrities and tv shows, with time passing freely. forks scrape against plates and as dinner finishes, and as more wine gets poured, you both end up a little tipsier than either of you anticipated.

butch that extends their hand across the table to yours, resting it on top before grabbing it to hold and massage lightly, "so good so far?" they ask almost hesitantly. "so far?" you question, what more was to come? what more could they possibly have planned? "so far you're doing more than good, you're doing everything perfectly. i'm almost convinced you've been replaced"

butch that smiles to themselves, leaning back in their chair and rolling their eyes, "i just like checking in, that's all." releasing your hand they stand up and clear the table. "i can clean," you offer but they swipe their hand and shake their head, "you absolutely won’t. i’m taking care of you tonight.”

butch that, as you just noticed, must have taken their tie and jacket off to cook and eat. you blame it on the wine for not noticing sooner but what you really notice (also, probably, due to the wine) is how hot your butch is. they look tailored, well groomed and clean– a difference from their usual cargo pants and t-shirts.

butch that is a little disheveled from cooking. hair a little messy, sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. you lean forward in your chair a little, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your hand, "you're really handsome you know that?"

butch that looks down to grin to themselves, lightly blushing at the compliment and their wife flirting with them even after being married.

butch that walks towards you with their arm extended, that helps you up off of your chair and into the living room, “wanna get freaky?” you laugh, “you’re also really fucking annoying.”

butch that picks you up, carrying you with your legs hooked over their arms and face buried into their neck. they sit on the couch with your hips resting over theirs, and you finally feel some well needed friction with the help of the strap they were packing under their dress pants and boxers.

butch that moves their hands to your hips, rubbing thumbs along your underwear line from under your shorts and leaning into your shoulder to kiss up to your neck.

butch that nips, sucks, and licks up to your jaw, that moves to your lips and kisses you a lot softer than you thought they would in this moment. kissing back, you rest your arms around their shoulders and push your hips into theirs. “i think i have a crush on you again,” they say, “i think you do too,” you shoot back. 

butch that groans and hooks their fingers under your shorts and panties, gently tugging them down. you stand briefly to take them off, immediately moving back into your butch's arms.

butch that quickly moves to kiss you again, this time rougher than before. they hook an arm under your leg to move you closer to them and their still covered strap, exposing your now naked pussy to their clothed hips and thighs.

butch that mumbles a "ride my thigh" as they kiss you, nudging a knee and high between your own legs. you adjust so your straddling their leg, and go to unbutton their shirt. "you're too covered, i need to feel you."

butch that groans at this and pushes your wet pussy on their thigh. their hands guide your hips along their leg, wetness spreading along their pants, getting slicker for you to grind on.

butch that bites their lip at a moan you let out, "thats it baby, just like that, get yourself off for me."

butch that slowly starts bouncing their leg, that moves a hand from your hip, under your soft tank top to your breast and nipple, tweaking and massaging, their head resting on your shoulder, "fuckin missed my pretty girl, haven't been able to treat you in forever."

butch that, with that one sentence, has reminded you how busy you've been at work. the late nights, the extra days and overtime, it's really made you miss your butch and all the things you do for each other. you missed being home with them, and being able to spend time with one another, you pull their bare shoulders into your arms.

butch that interrupts your thoughts when they latch onto your other nipple with their mouth, licking and sucking more with each soft moan you let out. the slick grinding and the wetness of their mouth on your nipple make you shudder and whimper a quick release onto their leg. you grip them harder, nails biting into the skin.

butch that moves their hand from your boob to your pussy, gently rubbing your clit and giving your nipple one last hard suck they rest their head on your shoulder again, "atta fuckin girl, you like getting off on me dont you sweet thing?" you nod, all melty like a chocolate bar left out in the sun. you adjust to straddle their hips again.

butch that, finally, removes your tops and holds your chest close to them. your obvious nakedness makes you curl into them more, and arch your back into them once again. their hands move down your shoulders, to your back, and over your ass, kneading.

butch that whispers for you to go to the bedroom, lightly tapping your cheek, assuring you that they'll follow.

butch that watches you stand, a soft smirk on their face and a highly embarrassing wet spot on their pants from just moments ago. "go," they say, "i love watching you leave a room."

butch that erupts into giggles at your rolling eyes, that stands once you turn to leave and follows you into the bedroom

butch that closes the door and slips off their shirt and pants, leaving them still in their boxers. you sit on the bed watching them get undressed, admiring the butch you married and sighing.

butch that stands in front of you, hand cupping your chin, "has anyone ever told you you look really good naked?" you giggle at them, "i'm serious, you look good enough to eat." you lay back, and smirk a little, "come eat me then."

butch that returns a grin, and kneels down, lifting your ankles over their shoulders and bringing your pussy to their lips.

butch that licks up your pussy, sucking on your clit and lapping you up hungrily, your pussy still wet and aching for more contact.

butch that makes you feel like you're riding a high better than most californian strains of weed you grind against their face, their hands tracing up your body to fondle your tits again.

butch that makes you gasp and shudder with their tongue pulsing in and out of you. they moan into your pussy and their nose catches your clit, making you jolt.

butch that removes a hand from your tit and starts to fuck their fingers into you, getting a harder, faster momentum into your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harder.

butch that moves and raises your hips up, pressing their face into you harder, fingering you harder, sucking your clit harder.

butch that laps at your pussy like a madman, your back arching and hips shuttering against your butches tongue and fingers, the stimulation feeling overwhelming but so good at the same time, your arms shake and your hands ball up.

butch that groans with you into your orgasm, the stimulus from your breast being fondled and their hand against your pussy overwhelming you

butch that removes themselves from your clit and stops their fingers, now lightly circling your clit again to help you come down a bit.

butch that lets out a small laugh at you, disheveled and panting a little bit, "want more?" they ask, panting as well after shoving their face in your cunt. "from you? always"

butch that quickly flips you over and pushes your shoulders into the bed, that pulls your hips up, and smacks your ass.

butch that strips themselves of their boxers, finally, revealing their strap. looking over your shoulder you see--and feel--

butch that places a hand on your lower back, inching in while you sigh and relax into them.

butch that looms over you, clawing into your back working up to a rougher pace, hips rutting against your ass with rhythmic slaps echoing in the room, moans stuttering

butch that pulls whines out of you with every thrust, hand moving to rub your clit and bite your shoulder.

butch that grunts at the pressure from their strap against their pussy, feeling almost dizzy at the movement

butch that slaps your ass and leans back, pulling your hair with them.

butch that drags you up against their back, panting, kissing your neck, dragging a hand down to your achy clit again. you find yourself humping the air, breathing rapidly, hands shaking, your stomach tightening.

butch that pulls another harder orgasm through you, cooing 'good girls' and 'there ya gos' as you collapse into their arms

butch that helps you lie down on the bed again, kissing your forehead and massaging your hips, your thighs, your tits.

butch that pulls themselves around you, the two of you lying awkwardly with the blanket folded over you like an omelet, too tired to do anything that exerts much energy.

butch that whispers how much they missed you, cuddling into your neck and wrapping their arms around your still naked body.

butch that takes care of you when you need it the most

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really flirtatious douchebag butch who keeps hooking their fingers into the belt loop of their femmes low rise jeans and snapping her bra strap. who spreads their legs obnoxiously in every seat they sit in, patting their thigh so their femme can take a seat, one arm thrown over her shoulder and their hand ""accidentally"" resting right on her left tit. who calls her doll and babe and sweetheart more than they call her her actual name, and brags to their friends about making her cum four times in a row, and leers at her every time she looks their way.

really flirtatious douchebag butch who, as soon as their femme returns that energy at all - tugging them in by their tie and calling them honey and resting her head on their shoulder, hot breath ghosting over their neck - become a stammering red-faced mess. all confidence and cockiness replaced by nervous laughter and avoided eye contact and a waver in their voice. a gentle (and kinda sweaty) hand pressed to their femmes lower back to balance her in their lap as well as to steady their nerves. worried that since they can't smooth talk anymore she'll get bored of them and leave when in reality this is the reaction she's been hoping for all night.

[sweetshrew]

Being a possessive domme is not easy but it’s the most delicious thing if my pretty sub is a brat and tries to provoke me to claim her every single time we go out together.

She’ll always wear tiny short skirts around me because I love them on her but she’ll make sure she goes around flaunting her sexy body, so much so that I have to control my urges to not mark her every time we leave the house even though I will always end up doing exactly that.

She’ll leave my side and go talk and flirt with a few random people, making sure she leans over in her small little top that barely covers her pretty breasts, knowing how much I just want to drag her into my lap and kiss her so whole and deep while I slip my hand under her skirt and inside her panties then push my fingers inside her tight wet hole so she remembers who she belongs to.

It thrills her so much to see me lose my cool all because of her harmless teasing and flirting, she knows she’s mommy’s pretty girl but she wants to make sure I know that even though she belongs to me, she’s the one that actually owns every fibre of my being and that she can make me do whatever she wants.

[sweetshrew]

Clitwarming >>

Just imagining myself lounging around at home while my s/o is working tirelessly at their desk. They haven't taken a break as they know they have to get this work finished but they're nowhere near done.

So I decide to waltz myself over to their home office and take my usual spot under the desk, but I simply place my chin on the base of the chair between their legs, like a puppy craving attention from it's owner.

"I'm sorry baby but I'm so busy right now, you're gonna have to wait a bit okay?" they coo, cupping my cheek with their hand and showing a sincere smile before putting all their focus back onto the computer screen.

But I want to be the one that helps you out, helps you relieve some stress without having to move from the desk.

"Can we try something? I promise it won't be too distracting, trust me" I whisper faintly, perching up slightly on my knees and trailing my fingertips along their exposed thigh.

It's getting late so all they're wearing is an oversized shirt, luckily that makes it easier for me see what I want.

Before they can even get a word in I place my soft lips around the hood of their neglected clit, my tongue just resting peacefully against the bud of nerves. I won't make any sudden movements though, like I said, I won't be too distracting.

The sweet sound of their breathy gasp as they look back down at me, their thighs closing in on my head to prop it up.

Every now and then I feel them rock against my tongue, their wetness seeping into my mouth with each one whilst I stay put.

That's all I'm here for after all, to keep their clit warm in my mouth whilst they use my tongue whenever they need some added friction.

Also helps keep my oral fixation at bay😉

[sweetshrew]

Gustav Klimt

[sweetshrew]

fuck me so hard that the only sounds coming out of me are the quick, high-pitched whimpers every time you pound into me, the only ones a good squeaky toy would make.

[sweetshrew]

hey there! I heard you were new to tumblr, so I wanted to offer a greeting and short introduction As far as how to do well here, follow as many blogs or tags as you like. you can find new blogs through the tags/search system, which many people use but most don't. For example, searching the tag "doctor who" will bring up posts and blogs who post about that tv show. The majority of users on this site almost always just reblog posts without tags, and don't create posts themselves. You can find new blogs in sidebars or through small sections on your dashboard (where all the posts show up). If you dont use tags, thats fine, but it does mean people only find you if they look at blogs you interact with, so if you dont use tags but are expecting more followers/interactions, consider people dont know who you are or what you post about. You can interact through speaking in reblogs, tags, asks, or dms, all of which are reasonable choices that have different connotations depending on who you ask. If someone has a pinned post, it is common courtesy to read it before dm-ing or asking them, but reblogs and tags are generally fair game. Some people have anonymous asks enabled, so you can send asks that can only be answered publicly rather than privately and arent associated with your name/face/icon. Most posts are of a collaborative style, so if you want to add to a concept or talk to people, feel free to do so

ooh my first ask. thank you so much for putting in the effort to write this! i really appreciate it cause i still get nervous interacting with posts cause i don’t wanna end up unintentionally offending them. i’m slowly wrapping my head around it and this def helps

[sweetshrew]

need to eat her pussy so insanely soft, wet and slow… kissing and biting her tummy and inner thighs, waiting until she’s bucking her hips and whining uncontrollably to kiss her sweet pussy, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses and spitting on it before targeting her pretty clit… feeling it throbbing under my tongue and seeing wetness dripping from her hole with every lick and suck as she clenches around nothing, getting her so ready to fuck her cunt with my tongue, so deep inside her until she has no control, legs shaking, hands in my hair and she cums all over my pretty face <3

[sweetshrew]

ellie, who unexpectedly orgasms as she’s strapping you.

you thought something was off by how sloppy she was handling your hips, her fingers twitching impulsively and the thrusts of the silicone in your cunt is faltering. maybe her stamina is no longer, or maybe she’s just not into you.

but you hear her exhale shakily, her choked up breaths. people usually tried missionary first, but not ellie - she wanted to see you ride it reverse cowgirl, watch your ass from behind in doggy, and she wanted to hear you cry out speed-bump style.

but she’s on top of you now, your lower back angled comfortably on a sweaty pillow, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“fuck.. fuck.. fuck—“ she whimpers silently to herself, and your glossed eyes are fluttering open. you’ll call out her name with difficulty, ellie?

that intangible pleasure in your cunt she used to hit with ease is starting to subside, but it doesn’t matter, because your core is tightening when you see her fucked-out expression. her lids shut, eyebrows arched in ecstasy and my god, williams.. it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.

the constant rocking has been stimulating her poor, swollen clit. and suddenly provoking her orgasm, her hips are twitching like crazy, whimpering exhales sloppily seeping from her lips.

“are you fucking coming?” you gasp jaggedly, feeling the silicone burrow deeply into your hole in these random and unanticipated twitches.

you’ll cup her face, and her skin is piping hot, melting into your sweaty palms. her eyes are closed, and even when they are fluttering, you can only see the pleasured whites of her eyes.

“mm—fuck-‘m sorry, i’m sorry baby-ah—..” she whimpers, too embarrassed to open her eyes fully for you to see her shameful irises, dilated pupils that are so selfish.

she’s using her remaining momentum to sporadically thrust into your soaked slit, encouraging those last ruffles of her rupturing orgasm, humming low and guttural as she does so. “felt so good—fuck, pussy feels so good, baby—“ she exhales breathlessly, her parted lips against your chest.

you can feel the hot air on your skin, condensation melting into the pores.

she tries to continue, for your sake, for your enjoyment. but it’s too much, oversensitivity that has her trembling like a loser; her arms are quivering as they try to hold her up. “i can’t-can’t go anymore—“ she whines, her measly thrusts forcing her clit into overdrive.

just the smallest tap has her overwhelmed. but you’re not satisfied, she knows this.

“keep going.” you demand, determined eyes maintaining a solid gaze at her own, your palms still framing her jaw. “i need to come too.”

and when she pauses, eyes glassy with the overbrimming bliss, you dip her face lower. her ear inches away from your lips, and you whisper with a callous hue. “you talked so much fucking game, so fuck me until i come. is that so much to ask?”

“i can’t-i can’t, it’s too—“ she tries to defend herself, tries to ignore the constant contracting of her hole; the rigorous pulsing of her tormented bud. but you’re quick to deflate it.

“it’s always about you, huh, ellie?” you murmur, slowly rutting your hips against the silicone. she can hear the challenge in your voice, the way you diminish her, the humiliating wetness of her slick.

and she loves it.

“stop being so selfish, and fuck me.” you order, your arms sprawling out to your sides - because you want her to put the work in, make the same mess of you as she did herself.

and she will. she’ll whine, she’ll beg, she’ll plead. it’s too much, i can’t, please baby as she fucks into you like you deserve. the veins in her hands prominent as she tries to keep herself steady, the definition in her abdomen from the clenching, and the pitiful way she’s crying out. whimpering for breath, a pleasured tear landing on your collarbone.

but she fucks you good, and you’re grateful for it.

[sweetshrew]

[sweetshrew]

just spent the entire day debugging code and meanmugging my screen just for someone to beg me to put something together for them when i'm done because they don't like reading instructions.

"pleaseee you're good at these things!"

grrrr

[sweetshrew]

ik this is a t4t mlm post but i need someone to do this but pound and slap me harder because i'm not watching.

or better yet drop to an excruciatingly slow and gentle pace any time my gaze falls anywhere but the mirror so they can 'check on me'.

"aw, are you not be enjoying it? are you in pain? should i change anything?"

and then when my eyes roll forward, barely dragging themselves from the haze - barely able to land on anything or recognize a single object because of my blurry vision - i whine and squirm and beg them to keep going, my legs barely steady enough to push backwards and reach the hilt of their cock.

"no baby you're- you're perfect. please please keep going-"

they knew damn well nothing was wrong, but they weren't here to fuck some quiet, mindless toy.

"then don't be such a smart ass and keep watching…unless you're too much of a slut to not care what's going inside you."

my eyes only just begin to focus, closing and reopening as i try to push past the pleasure, but it's hard, and i'm only cockwarming right now. my legs are shaking too much, my cunt spasming every time i feel it twitch inside of me.

"f-fuck…"

i have to tighten my grip on the sink just to keep from slipping backwards again and fucking myself, the smooth surface of porcelain almost teasing me with how ragged my breathing is - just a bunch of stuttering gasps as i try to beg.

i'm trying so so hard, but it's still not enough for them.

"and you better start making some noises soon with that pretty mouth hanging open like that or i'm gonna make some use out of it myself."

mirror sex so you can watch my eyes roll back and my mouth hang open and drool and my tits bounce as you breed me from behind, reaching a hand around to play with my clit and savour every face i pull, so fucked out i cant make noise, just whimper and whine over your fat cock.

[sweetshrew]

"autistic couples are so cute!! their little relationships are so adorable🥺" u would not say this if u saw the sex we have

[sweetshrew]

Butch and Bottoming

A femme top seems to be a rare species, so dear Butches, if you ever find yourself in the situation of bottoming for such a fine specimen consider yourself lucky. Me and my girl are both switch vers so this dynamic is one we tend to find ourselves in. My favorite way this fantasy plays out is when She gets to be strong and sadistic and I get to prove how tough I am. Show her how much pain I can take, how much I'm willing to take for her. Giving myself to her entirely, servicing her, riding her, showing how much I desperately need her to fuck me exactly how she wants to. Nothing fulfills me like knowing that I can take all her frustrations and turn them into a shuttering pleasure. My Femme LOVES impact play. She's a strong girl, a drummer so core and arms worked out a lot, she does not go easy on me. Although she has all this strength, shes struggled to bruise me, until recently. She's found that using my collar (a spoon ring she bought me and a chain I put together) to hit me in repeated succession I bruise well. The way her face lit up when she realized that the ring was leaving purple circles on my thighs sent fucking shivers down my spine. What often brings us to the climax of our session is when I get bratty enough to really pull the worst out of her. A strong bite, some spit in her face, or asking "why are you fucking me like a pathetic bitch?" typically does the trick. She works herself up off my words, quickening her thrust, muttering mean, and gritting her teeth, and I'm under her just taking all her anger. The fight ends and I'm holding her small frame, letting her fingers trace over my bruises, her kissing them and me better, telling me how proud she is. I am hers and she is mine and in those moments I am certain of the fact that I can take whatever she needs me to. I am her good butch and she is my protected femme.

[sweetshrew]

𐙚 welcome 𐙚

about me:

sexuality: dawg idk but esp women and transfem

gender: fem but maybe nb idk

interests: absolute nerd about tech, music, photography, writing, reading, CATS (PLEASE talk to me about these or recommend things)

somewhat bilingual in english/spanish (mildly conversational in spanish but can code-switch if i don't overthink)

dommed before and can dom more once i build confidence and stop overthinking so much so i can stop being so silent hnnn

my notifs are off for my health and bc i'm not horny 24/7

names: shrew, bunny, kitty/kitten, puppy, baby, dear/darling (or other diminutive terms)

asks and dms are open. only dm if 20+ otherwise i'll feel gross. don’t sext right off the bat though cause i’ll be caught off guard *blink blink*.

keep reading for kinks and dni.

disclaimer:

non-exhaustive list: relatively new to many kinks so might be slightly tweaked. changes to hard no/dni section will be rare.

HARD NO/DNI:

minors / ageless & blank blogs

bigotry

pedos

scat + vomit + piss

raceplay

beastiality

intense physical violence/abuse

gore/vore

self harm/ ed blogs

ageplay

diapers

anything significantly dealing with weight (e.g. feederism)

financial domination (not even bad just triggering)

THOSE NOT INCLUDED:

all others i'm either neutral on or tolerate as long as you understand the difference between reality and fantasy.

kinks i'm unaware of or don't know much of also applies here.

just ask but can't guarantee a concrete or permanent answer.

stuff I'm into:

praise

humiliation/ degradation (light bondage, spanking, slapping)

cool phrases: stuff like i'm 'useless', 'lucky' that i have you, i'm 'only good for being pretty and used' and all that blah blah yes yes

not cool: being called 'ugly'

pet play + primal play

monsterfucking

sub/dom

mommy/daddy (sort of inclusive of mmlg/mmlb but won't post)

somno

impact play

free use

intox

corruption

edging + ruined orgasm

overstimulation

size difference

brat taming

bimbofication

cockwarming

medical play (rare posting but will tag)

public play (voyeurism, exhibitionism, subtle, in 'secret')

oral fixation

soft limits:

(weary or needs discussion beforehand)

very interested:

breeding (without actual pregnancy)

cnc (not too intense or painful)

meh (strict limits/not much experience/testing the waters):

spit (small amounts)

lactation (i like the idea of 'drinking milk' but without actual fluids)

weapon play (i like the powerlessness of it? but sometimes makes me uncomfy)

feet (putting them on my body with socks or certain shoes on as humiliation is fine but that's it)