#psychological domming.

[playfully-sadistic]

Getting yourself off again, angel? Second time today, isn't it? Or already the third, fourth, fifth? You're such a greedy, insatiable thing. Now, now, don't stop on my account - no, keep going, you're doing great.

But your touches are a little too intense, don't you think? A little too... on the nose, too obviously intended to make you come. Good little pets don't finish fast - if at all - no, they edge and edge, over and over again, until they finally get permission to let themselves go and succumb to their primitive needs. So... Lighter. Slower. No rubbing, only caressing, no fingering, only teasing your hole with your fingertips.

But first things first, fingers off entirely. Apparently, you need someone to guide you through the entire process, don't you? You're just too impatient and worked up, full of hormones and heat, to be able to regulate yourself, poor baby. Don't worry, I'll do it for you, step by step, nice and slow. Nothing makes it easier for you than having someone to order you around and tell you exactly what you're allowed to do. Now, isn't it extra fun that, even though nothing stops you from going further before I allow you to, we both know that you won't? You'll be good and behave, just for me, less even, just for a few written words, the illusion of a dom hovering over your barely clothed body and whispering sweet commands against the shell of your ear.

Touch your chest first. Even if it does nothing for you, even if you barely have any sensation in it, I want your fingers circling your nipples, your fingernails gently scratching over them, pinching them between two of them, pulling, massaging. Put on a show, as if someone was watching you. If you have some clamps around, get them, and tease yourself with them - not quite putting them on, but rubbing over your areola, using it to pinch and pull as well. Feel that, treasure? That's what you get for being patient and taking your time. That nice pulling feeling in your stomach... Yeah, that's good, isn't it? Good job. Toy with your chest and nipples some more, make them swollen, sore, red, make sure they already ache before you finally put on those clamps. If you don't own any, you go ahead right now, and order some. The most humiliating, the prettiest ones you can find. And I want you reading through this post again when they arrive, so you can properly get off to it.

Now, I'm sure by now your legs have fallen open all by themselves, mh? Revealing a soaked, hot mess in between, throbbing and begging for attention. So tempting to put your hand right in the middle of it and grope yourself, but you'll be good for me and keep your hands to yourself, love. For now, all you're allowed to do is let your fingers brush over your stomach... Drawing little circles around your belly button, long swirls that slowly go further down, ah, there's that nice feeling of your guts tensing up, isn't it? God, you're so predictable, such a simple thing. Oh, it's fine, you're merely a body in need of being fucked right now, no wonder your brain turns into simple mode.

Gently tease yourself with your fingernails along your lower stomach, before you move onto your thighs - oh, my, you're really desperate, spread them out as far as possible, and let me guess, you only just noticed now how far you've opened up, haven't you? A proper slut for the taking, good job, my angel. Touch your thighs, not the inner parts yet, just explore yourself, palms tracing your muscle, reaching up to your hip, moving onto your stomach again, where that nice, tight feeling comes back. Slowly let your fingers glide to the inner part of your thighs, where your ticklish, and it usually only works to get touched there when it's someone else's fingers, but, oh, fuck, darling, today's different, isn't it? Touching yourself so intensely, yet thoughtfully, it's really showing its effect on you, mh? That's perfect, you're doing so well, yeah, touch and tease your thighs some more, move those fingers up until...

Now you're allowed to move them right in between your legs. That feels good, hm? Finally letting your fingertips feel your own heat, swollen and twitching, feeling your own wetness, only caused by a post. Doesn't that truly show how desperately you need guidance and being made to feel utterly submissive? Don't keep those moans in, show everyone that you're such a needy, horny doll, so desperate to touch themselves. Why the modesty? Let it out. Rub yourself - slowly, dear - and feel yourself up, and know that you've done anything to this point because you followed orders, because you obeyed, because you just couldn't do it yourself and needed someone else so fucking badly, you needed someone to tell you what to do, does it feel like I'm there with you, do you like it, mh? Does it turn you on to know that I took the time writing this, for you to follow every step and work yourself up?

If you own a vibrator, you'll use it now. If it's the kind that you shove inside your needy hole, then do it, don't be gentle, don't be slow, shove it inside of you on the highest settings, as deep as it can go, and use your hand to continue rubbing. If it's the kind that you put on yourself, lay it on you, don't press it against you - we wouldn't want you to get too excited now, would we? - and shove your fingers inside of your instead. Fuck yourself. Make it good. Make it hard to not fall off the edge. Make it as rough and fast and overstimulating as you possibly can. Make it feel humiliating how fucking close it gets you that you're doing this in the first place. Feel the weight and tension that your heat brings - lean into it. Open your mouth, let the moans and whines and all those pretty noises out, don't close it to swallow, let your drool run down your chin - pant. It's getting hard to not come, isn't it? Poor baby.

Do you want me to give you permission? You do. I know. It's okay, baby, relax, keep fucking yourself open like that. A little patience.

Getting harder, mh? Feeling it in your guts already? God, you're so...

Think you can manage a bit longer?

Soon, my angel. You sound so good when you're desperate.

Almost there.

Ready, love?

Come for me, right now.

[war-forged-storms]

[femd-archive]

Ken Sato into breastsucking? I can see him sucking breast when we're napping and he lays beside us whispering if it's okay to breastsuck us (it's okay if u don't wanna do it btw 🙃)

yesss😫😫😫

kenji already loves cuddling with u so much, nuzzling his face on your neck or your chest as he hugs your waist and his legs are thrown over yours, double points if u run your fingers through his hair

though one day, as u were cuddling watching a movie, he keeps on playing with the collar of your shirt, taking a peak of your tits once in a while. and of course u notice, but u decided to play dumb so he would ask for it

"baby?" he finally calls u and, suppresing a smile, u look down at him.

"mmh?"

"could i..." he hesitates, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks. a few seconds pass in silence before kenji looks up at u again, those puppy eyes staring into your soul. "could i suck your tits?" he whispers, his fingers caressing the fat of your hips.

u chuckle as your hand reaches his hair, running your fingers along it. "you're so cute" u leave a kiss on his forehead before agreeing. "yeah baby, of course"

kenji watches as u lift your shirt up, revealing your breasts covered with your bra. his hands are fast to push the cups down, leaving a kiss on top of the areola before taking your nipple in his mouth, making u sigh at the feeling of his warm tongue around u.

his body relaxes in your arms once again, and u see how he closes his eyes as he wraps his arm around your waist and snuggles closer as he keeps on sucking. 100% sure he's gonna help u with the wet mess between your legs later ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[s3xdollboy]

AAAAAAA

Not me thinking about the day my boyfriend can get his hands on me for real...

Totally not obsessing over the thought of him absolutely terrifying me and being so sickly sweet and uh "predatory"??

But like in a gentle yet threatening way the first time????

As in like- he's being gentle and saying such sweet things but it's all slightly threatening and and like he could like tear me apart whenever he wants too..

Like like im trembling despite being treated sweetly??

Like idk what's going on with me rn I feel like im going crazy- im crazy idfk I should stop thinking so much-

[eddiegettingshot]

to me. to ME. the quality of eddie's freakiness is all backwards. for him submission is about control and reinforces his control issues which are turned inward. which is why service top eddie (and clipboard buck) works for me and i like that sandbox. he is like I Must Keep Buck Happy. And Indulge Him In All Things. because the brat buck energy remains always. it's very special. and counter to that domination is about letting go and about emotional release and losing control or whatever. and also being super mean sometimes because he deserves it. and buck trusting him and him trusting himself. i won't go into this but you know what i'm getting at

[zhxme]

im into denial in the way they can neglect me all day despite my begs to get fucked. i want to be left like an emotional wreck for so long that my worth as a person becomes meaningless. then, i want them to use me, take advantage of me, make me their cum bucket and ignore my existence again onces they are satisfied.

[yanderejustforyou]

Unyielding Desire

kiri x izuku

notes: i def watched baby girl with harris dickinson then wrote this

The sharp lights of the boardroom flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the sleek glass table. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Izuku Midoriya stood at the head of the table, the embodiment of controlled power. His perfectly tailored suit clung to him in all the right places, exuding authority, confidence. He was the CEO—untouchable, commanding. Or so he thought.

Across from him, Kirishima Eijiro sat, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was anything but. He leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders taking up too much space, exuding an energy that made the room feel smaller, tighter. His smile was slow, teasing—too knowing, as if he had already figured out Izuku's every move before the CEO could even make them. The air between them crackled with something more than business.

Izuku shifted, uncomfortable under the intensity of Kirishima’s stare. His eyes traced the outline of Kirishima’s jaw, his muscular build, and he couldn't help but feel that familiar pang of unease, a spark that had been there for far too long.

“Let’s wrap this up, Kirishima,” Izuku said, his voice firm, but it carried a hint of something unsteady, something... hesitant. “The merger is the priority.”

Kirishima's grin deepened, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t interested in business right now—he was interested in something far more dangerous.

“There’s no rush, Izuku,” he said, his voice low and smooth, as though savoring every word. “The real deal comes later. You’ll see. No one’s going anywhere.”

Izuku could feel the tension between them build, thick and suffocating. He wanted to ignore it, to push forward with the meeting. But Kirishima's presence made it impossible to concentrate. His gaze was too intense, too hungry. Izuku could feel it, creeping under his skin, a raw heat he couldn’t explain, couldn't control.

He looked away, trying to refocus on the papers in front of him, but the sharp, predatory energy in the room wouldn’t let him. Kirishima leaned forward slightly, just enough to close the space between them, and his voice dropped to a rough whisper.

“You think you’re in control, don’t you?” Kirishima’s words were quiet but penetrated the silence with lethal precision. His eyes never left Izuku’s. “You’ve built this empire, worked so hard to make it yours. But the truth is, you’re scared. Scared of losing it all. Scared of... letting go.”

Izuku’s throat went dry. It wasn’t the first time Kirishima had pushed him, but there was something different in the air today. Something deeper. Kirishima was testing him—pushing him in ways he couldn’t understand. Couldn’t resist.

Izuku’s pulse quickened. He shifted again in his chair, trying to maintain control, but Kirishima's words had landed, stirring something inside him that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Kirishima tilted his head, watching him closely, and then let out a quiet chuckle, low and dangerous.

“You want to fight it,” Kirishima continued, his voice like silk, “but deep down, you want this. You want me to take over. You want me to break down that little wall you’ve spent so long building around yourself.”

Izuku’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table, his breath catching in his throat. His heart hammered against his chest, and he could feel the heat rising in his veins. His instinct was to push back, to remind Kirishima of the lines they both had to walk. But the way Kirishima spoke—like he knew Izuku better than Izuku knew himself—it rattled him to the core.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t escape the pull of Kirishima’s gaze. He was caught in it now, like a moth to a flame, his body betraying him, the heat in his chest burning hotter than ever.

“You think you’re untouchable,” Kirishima murmured, his voice lowering to a growl. “But I can make you beg. I can take everything you’ve built and make you beg for it.”

The words shot through Izuku like a bolt of electricity. He was used to being the one in control, the one giving orders. But Kirishima... Kirishima was different. He didn’t follow the rules. He didn’t respect boundaries. And somehow, that made him even more dangerous.

Kirishima leaned in just slightly, his breath warm against Izuku’s ear, his hand brushing ever so lightly over the back of Izuku’s chair. The small touch was enough to make Izuku shiver, to make his pulse race with something that was part dread, part desire.

“You want to fight me,” Kirishima whispered, “but you won’t. Because you know... I’m the only one who can make you feel alive.”

Izuku opened his mouth to protest, to push back, but the words died in his throat. His mind was spinning, caught between the power of his position and the strange, intoxicating pull Kirishima had over him.

And then, without warning, Kirishima’s hand moved, brushing over Izuku’s jaw with surprising tenderness, almost like a caress. The contrast between his roughness and the gentleness of the touch was maddening.

“You’ll learn to let go eventually,” Kirishima whispered, stepping back, his grin widening with satisfaction. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Izuku stood frozen, his heart thundering in his chest, his mind racing to make sense of everything that had just happened. He wanted to push it aside, to focus on the merger, on the empire he had built. But the fire that Kirishima had ignited inside him was still burning.

And he knew, deep down, that it wasn’t going out anytime soon.

[sifloopboning]

having visions again. listen. i may not have concrete ideas as to what kind of scene the 24/7 ds siffedloop that lives in my brain would go with if they tried cnc. but i do know that they would both nut so hard they become No Longer Mentally Ill for a solid few minutes. right before loop has a category 15 Dom Drop Event so bad everyone in the whole wide world can see the color red again

[playfully-sadistic]

You're such a needy thing.

Others just pull down their pants and get off, nice and quick, but you... Oh, you feel it for hours. You feel the tingling between your legs, the heat pooling in your stomach, your guts spasming, your muscles twitching. It starts with you palming yourself, thinking some unsuitable things, you're probably still in public, aren't you? When those first shivers remind you that you're merely a body to use for fucking, merely a bundle of instincts and needs. You try to do it casually, try to hide it, but soon your urges become more pressing, you do your best to get home as fast possible.

By the time you have some privacy, you've soaked through your clothes. Wet patches between your legs making sure that your body, again, reminds you of what a horny, insatiable, fuck-hungry whore you really are. And yet, you don't rush. You want to take it slow, lose yourself in that dazed state of heat and lust, you really want to be overwhelmed by it, possibly even thinking, hoping, someone might come and take advantage of it. So your hand slip between the two layers, you rub yourself through your underwear, feel the twitching, the wetness, the swollen, aching, begging part of your body.

You could spend hours like that. Lazily toying with yourself through a thin, soaked layed of fabric, but regardless of what you're telling yourself, you're still a slut, a body made to be kept on edge, but craving more.

How many hours have passed, I wonder, when you finally end up on your bed, naked, rubbing, jerking away, a collection of perverted toys surrounding you, each getting its turn, because you just can't get enough. Do you allow yourself to come, time after time, or do you keep yourself denied because it keeps you horny and ready and oh so thoughtless, eh? Either way, what did I say at the beginning again... Oh right, why am I asking you, you probably got so lost in what this post did to you, you can't even remember the beginning.

Let me quickly refresh your memory, dear.

You're such a needy fucking thing.

[femd-archive]

Mother feed us more ken sato fic

hello ~ i uploaded a kenji fic a few hours ago! → ♡♡♡

but since we're in the topic of mother, may i say...kenji with a mommy kink?

like, imagine you just had made him cum from a handjob. his mind is all fuzzy, head throwed on the pillows and his thighs are shaking as some ropes of cum are still sprouting from his tip

you smile at the sight of him. the daily arrogant kenji is longer gone as he has marks of tears on his cheeks and lets out small whines as your hands keep roaming along his sensitive body.

finally letting his sensitive dick alone, you scoot closer to him, leaving a kiss on his forehead and then his lips. "did that felt good, love?" you ask, caressing his chest comfortingly.

he lets out a shaky breath, sending a shaky smile at your way. "yeah...thank you mommy" it slipped so naturally out of his lips.

you got shocked for a second, before smiling at the cute new nickname. kenji notices your smirk, and he soon realize.

"n-no, no no! i meant—"

"it's okay baby, mommy will take care of you" you tease him, pecking his lips before cuddling him in your arms.

kenji rolls his eyes playfully, with a small smile on his lips, and resigns himself, snuggling closer to you. it may have been an accident, but he had to admit that he felt good calling you that, and your reaction had calmed his anxiety when he fell into panic.

to be honest, he was excited to explore this new side of him with you! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

(when he falls into a deep subspace, the only thing that comes out of his lips is mommy >ᴗ<)

[taglist] @vinegarjello

[disgoustd]

Should I start posting my journaling here?

The concept of my writing is complex, emotion based in weird wordings.

Creative writing based on my gloom?

RB if you can for more answers, I hate no interaction.

[nephriteknight]

yknow id seen euro brady's "therapist plays [video game]" series in my recommended before but i never watched them bc tbh i kinda assumed they'd be pretentious and/or just another boring reaction channel but instead he is a) giving some genuinely interesting insight into psychology and b) extremely down bad for like every version of the princess but especially the witch. he went "wait does she have a tail" and i was like ....you said that A Way and then he truly bit his lip and went "is she a catgirl? i'm telling you right now if she's a catgirl we're so fucked"

[anelephantinmyroom]

Legit the neuro-cognitive aspect of bdsm is my actual fetish.

That’s my turn on.

[bittsandpieces]

On the subject of picking your panties for you, how do you feel about a dom picking out an entire outfit for you to wear to like, a party?

- 🎲

Assuming they have good taste, of course, I think it's very very hot

[yanderejustforyou]

Leash of Desire

Notes: i def. wrote this because i watched Babygirl 2024 with Harris Dickinson

this is a little long as well !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was supposed to be a simple meeting—a routine check-in between business associates, a necessary formality in the world of high-stakes negotiations. You had always thrived in this environment, comfortable and adept at navigating the intricate webs of power and influence that characterized the corporate landscape of Gotham. Control was your domain; you were the puppeteer, expertly pulling the strings in every situation, commanding respect from all corners of the city. However, the moment you stepped into the lavish penthouse suite, your confidence faltered. Your eyes were drawn to him—Victor Aguilar, a man who lived by a different set of rules, one that seemed to challenge the very fabric of your carefully constructed reality.

You were there to negotiate terms, to establish a business relationship that would benefit both parties. But Victor had other plans entirely, and you could sense it in the air, thick with anticipation and unspoken tension.

“Good evening, Ms. [Last Name],” Victor greeted you, his voice rich and smooth, like honey drizzled over a bitter truth. There was warmth in his tone, but it was laced with a dangerous edge that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His dark eyes locked onto yours, glimmering with an almost predatory focus that made you acutely aware of the game being played. He wasn’t just looking at you; he was studying you—intimately, like a wolf sizing up its prey, and in that moment, you felt the vulnerability creeping in, something you rarely allowed yourself to experience.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you placed your briefcase down with deliberate care, determined not to let your body language betray the tension coiling within you. The air between you was charged, thick with the electric current of unspoken power plays, each of you measuring the other with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I hope you’re not planning on wasting my time,” you asserted, your tone sharp and unwavering, laced with the confidence that had earned you your position as one of the most powerful women in the room. You had no intention of allowing Victor to dictate the terms of this meeting, even if he was exuding an aura of raw magnetism that was hard to ignore.

Victor’s lips curled into a subtle smile, a gesture that felt more like a challenge than a greeting. It was a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, which remained dark and intense. “Wasting your time? I’m afraid you misunderstand me, Ms. [Last Name]. I plan to make you earn my time. You’ll see.”

His words hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown down at your feet, the challenge unmistakable. This was not the usual business transaction you had prepared for; this was something much more complex. His gaze trailed over you, slowly and deliberately, as though he were searching for something hidden beneath your composed exterior—a vulnerability he was eager to exploit.

You stood tall, refusing to let him glimpse the way his words ignited a fire within you, causing your heart to race in a way that was both thrilling and unnerving. “I’m not interested in games, Aguilar. So let’s get to the point.”

Victor’s expression shifted, his gaze darkening momentarily before softening in a way that was almost predatory. “You think you control everything, don’t you? That’s cute.”

His casual dismissal of your authority ignited a blaze of anger within you, but it was mixed with an unfamiliar thrill that coursed through your veins. You had faced countless opponents, yet Victor stood there with an unwavering confidence that unsettled you. There was no fear in his demeanor, no hesitation in the way he regarded you—just a man standing before you, unyielding, watching you like a predator sizing up his prey, and it drove you mad.

In that moment, you realized that this meeting would be unlike any you had ever encountered, and as the stakes began to rise, so did the pulse of an unexpected challenge—a challenge that would demand all your wits, your cunning, and perhaps, even your heart.

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Weeks passed, and the lines between business and something much more dangerous blurred. You found yourself tangled in a game of cat and mouse with Victor, each encounter more intense than the last.

It wasn’t just the way he spoke to you. It wasn’t just the control he exerted in every room you walked into. It was the way he made you feel—small, yet powerful in the same breath. His dominance wasn’t just in the bedroom; it bled into every interaction, every look, every touch.

Tonight, you walked into his office, a place that had become your battleground. You had spent the day dodging his advances, keeping your distance, but you knew what was coming. You could feel the pressure building, like a storm ready to break.

“Sit,” Victor commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

You hesitated, only for a moment. Your pride and your power fought to maintain their hold, but something in you wanted to please him. You wanted to give in, just once.

You sank into the chair, your breath shallow as Victor circled you, a predator taking his time. He was studying you again, like a work of art, seeing everything—the hidden parts of you that you tried so hard to keep buried.

Victor knelt before you, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “You think you’re still in control,” he said, his voice a velvet whisper. “But I’m the one who holds the leash, and you’re going to learn that there’s no escaping it.”

Your breath hitched as he ran a finger down the side of your neck, a shiver running through you. "What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Victor’s lips curled in satisfaction, and his voice was a low growl. “You know what I want. I want you to trust me. To give me everything. All that power... I’ll take it. Piece by piece.”

For the first time, you didn’t fight him. You didn’t resist. You let the tension wash over you, your body aching for him, your heart racing with the anticipation of what was to come.

“I’ll make you mine,” he whispered, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing the edge of your jaw. "And you’ll love every second of it."

[nycmistressblunt]

Once you're in my psychic clutches, you'll never want to leave. And once I've trained you to serve my every want, you couldn't leave, even if you wanted to. How delectable does that sound, little one?