#control my toy

[justanothergirldancingwithbees]

I just wanna nap with my toy inside me so that they can wake me up with it, and I’ll be all needy and confused🤭🙈

[forever-in-a-daze]

[Lush3] [30:00]

https://c.lovense-api.com/t2/90lnuuxo

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[misslexyhypnoyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

🐮🐮

🤤

[matt-is-me]

*unplugs your brain* you don't need this, honey, silly playthings like you only need to look pretty and obey whatever commands they're given <3

Aww, that's right! You look so adorable with your mind turned off, and the few thoughts you have left leaking out of your mouth! Now, lets see what a good toy like you can do to entertain me~

[twirling-twisting]

oh to give head with a pair of headphones on with an audio playing that's all praises and mantras, whispering and droning in the background saying—

"that's a good toy"

"suck it just like that"

"fucktoy"

"pretty little slut"

"little brainwashed toy"

and mindlessly sucking and licking with a hand forcing your head down further, gagging and gasping for air when you can.

so nice and brainless, eyes rolling back as you taste your partner on your lips, legs shaking, mind so blank that you have no idea how long you've been here. your mouth and tongue are starting to hurt, but you won't stop until the headphones are off like the good obedient toy you are.

so you're on your knees, sucking, gasping, maybe even crying, and enjoying every second of it like the perfect little slut you are.

[justsayyes1]

That beautiful moment where your mind finally shatters into tiny little fragments.

Ready to be remoulded into the perfect set of holes for your new owner.

The pressure of her programming, pounding at her brain, barraging the walls of her subconscious. Echoing and whispering, louder and louder and louder. Until…

POP

She just lets it all go, her power, her will, her resistance. Wants, desires, opinions. She just lets it all go and is drowned in her programming.

That moment of release like no other. So freeing, true freedom, freedom from pain, anxiety, choice. Freedom from thinking. She just has to follow and obey now. Suck and fuck. Be a good little BIMBO DOLL for her new owner.

Just look at her face.

Look at her bliss.

You envy her, her simple mind, no worries or stresses. No sadness or pain, just an eager, happy set of holes. Broken and brainless. In complete submission to her desires.

This is her now. Start living your bliss, be like her and break your brain. GOOD GIRL

[hypno-matt]

I would love to just put my finger in front of a sub's eyes and just... keep it there.

Not touching them in any way, just keeping it inches away from their face.

Naturally, they would be curious. They'd look at it , slightly crossing their eyes to keep it in focus. Why am I doing this? Why is nothing happening?

They'd have a bunch of guesses as to what I'm doing, I bet. Maybe I'll tap their head, turning them off and leaving them a needy toy. Or I'll snap, making their cute eyes finally close after spending such a long time looking at it.

And I could always put my finger in their mouth, making them suck their thoughts away.

The anticipation. What will it be? The tap? The snap? The sucking?

What if it's all three? Or something they haven't even thought of? And why am I not saying anything?

By now, some time would have passed. Maybe a minute. Maybe 5. They were too lost in their thoughts to keep track. And keeping their eyes slightly crossed to look at my finger isnt making them feel any less confused either.

But I never told them to stare. They did that themselves. They can look away, but they dont want to. They're too busy fantasizing about what is going to happen. Aroused by all the possibilities.

And oh, so needy. They can't resist anymore. They need it. Whatever it is, they need it.

A million ideas desperately bouncing inside their heads. A million fantasies about that one finger in front of them. They're helpless. Please do it. Whatever it is. Please... Pleaspelspleasepleasepleaseplease fmfmfmfmm..

Their mind short circuits. The sub is gone. All they are now is an empty toy.

And the truth is, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to see what would happen if i hesitated. If I allowed the anticipation to take over their minds.

But now I get the feeling that my hands are going to be very, very busy~

[forever-in-a-daze]

[Lush3] [01:00:00]

https://c.lovense-api.com/t2/cfdg7kry

Someone should play with me while I play Sims

[lilithnights02]

Being corrupted is transforming me into what I was too afraid to admit I always wanted to be

[misslexyhypnoyou]

Drop now and obey into my dm hehe 🫵

😵‍💫🤤

[matt-is-me]

Netflix and Chill but instead of watching movies you stare at a spiral while I whisper pretty words into your ear. Your mind quickly goes blank, as you sit on my bed and moan away every single thought you used to have.

Then, when you're all nice and empty, I can consensually rewrite your brain and turn you into my blank little actor, ready to play any role that I want~

You're my Netflix, hun. And I have a looot of scenes for you to act out~

[bktempted]

Clit throbbing, pussy dripping, you've been edging for weeks and your body is screaming. You're at a boiling point, grinding against anything you can find, fantasizing about fucking the next person you see. Maybe that hot guy at the gym, maybe that married man next door, maybe that stranger in your DMs - it doesn't matter who - you just need to be fucked.

You're humping your pillow, begging for someone to take you, to use you, to fill you. You keep grinding, desperately rubbing against your swollen clit, pulling at your nipples like a rabid animal. You'd promise anything, do anything, if it meant you could just cum. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get over the edge. Familiar mantras claw at you from the back of your mind, holding you back - good girls edge, good girls don't cum, good girls stay denied.

Part of you thinks you're broken, but deep down you know you're better this way. Trapped in this vicious cycle, forever chasing climax, but never quite reaching it. A desperate needy fuck toy, forever wanting, but never having.

[hypno-matt]

Oh, what's that? You don't think you're pretty? *revokes your thinking privileges*

You'll get these back after I've brainwashed you into admitting how gorgeous you are~

[darkfantasyprincess23]