Latest Posts by wingindragon - Page 7

i should have a big fuckass tail so i can hit people with it and be annoying

New tattoo goals in mind now

doll tattoos?

doll tattoos

doll tattoos :)

do you think dragons' tails wag when they're happy? Imagine kissing your dragon partner on the head and then there's a huge crashing sound as their tail thuds back and forth causing unimaginable damage to their surroundings.

did anyone else get a debilitating lifelong mental illness from being "mature for their age" and, question two, do you want to get so cumdrunk together that we can't spell our own names ?? ^_^

Condescending praise just does something to me

You’re just my easy little pet, aren’t you?

I love how desperate you get for me.

You would do anything just so I’d touch you, right? No, no, baby, don’t hide. I want to see your pretty eyes while you’re grinding on my thigh.

Hm, what would people think if they saw their cute princess acting like a such needy little slut, hm?

You got this wet just because we made out? My, my, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.

No baby, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Why the tears? It’s not my fault you got close this fast. Let me have my fun playing with my little toy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you? *grasps my chin to make me nod my head* Then stop whining and take everything I’m giving you.

Gosh, I love seeing you cry for me. It’s when you look the prettiest.

Isn’t it funny how you pretend to be this mouthy brat all day, yet as soon as I get on top of you, you fall silent? I don’t even have to tie you down. You just know your place, right bunny? *pinches my nipple while kissing the tip of my nose*

I love bruises from sex. I love when my holes are sore from taking cock. I love when my jaw hurts from sucking them off. I love the ache in my muscles the next day. I love all the little reminders that remain after they’ve used me, the way they’ve imprinted themselves on my body in a way I get to feel for days afterwards.

girl bulge girl bulge girl bulge

tdick bulge tdick bulge tdick bulge

Bulge bulge bulge bulge bulge

Chop chop chop !!!

someone should let me bounce on their cock and tease them until they get fed up with my bullshit and force me up and down like i’m just a fleshlight grab my hips so hard i get bruises

Anyway, filling your mouth with a fat futanari's soft little cock while her belly blacks out your vision and your girlfriends thighs slap against your chin as she fucks the futas pussy with her big purple strap. Reblog, you agree.

How to melt me in 5 seconds 101:

If your sub has autism and a humiliation kink all you need to do is say "look at me when I fuck you" and make them hold eye contact, and you'll have them melting every time I 100% guarantee

what I'd give to be sitting in a pretty someone's lap with a vibrator tied to my clit, bouncing on her strap while she plays w my hair and tells me that I can take more 🥴

“It’s plastic it can’t get you pregnant”

Not with that attitude it can’t

If anyone did this to me I'm sure my brain would self destruct

I wonder how long you could keep eye contact if I grabbed you up by your pretty chin and told you how good you're being for me.♡

suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base

no, yeah i'm into some suuuper freaky stuff like my biggest kink is this thing called being desired, being yearned after, being wanted

yuo heard of it?

okay but like hornyposting aside nothing beats an actual real dom. not someone who learned about d/s and kink from tiktok or fifty shades of grey, but someone who knows what they're doing and has done the work to properly think through the sociopolitical aspects of kink. someone who is open and honest with you about where they are and makes you comfortable to do the same. someone who yeah might degrade you, but they spend most of their time building you up enough that you're safe to be knocked down those pegs, and you feel all warm after bc you know you're in the good, caring, thoughtful hands of someone who is right there with you

Would you let this demon gal crush you with her arms?

The ultimate funishment

Turns out when a girl who gets off everyday can't get off she goes a wee bit crazy. Especially when the only reason she can't is wanting to be good

The dragon had me cornered, it was terrifying, exhilarating. My heart felt like it was gonna beat out of my chest. She grinned at me. She knew what she was doing. I knew what she was doing, yet I couldn't help but be stuck, fearful, wanting more.

Weeks later I couldn't he happier, being her cheap toy and maid. I was dressed in fine jewelry and her cum as I serviced her and prepped her lair. I was hers, terrified, yet never happier.

“i’m looking respectfully.” no pls look disrespectfully. defile me with your eyes. fantasize about every detail you want to do to me. jerk off to me.

Hit me into submission.♡

Currently fantasizing about someone sitting me down in front of a metronome holding me close as I watch the pendulum tick and swing. Wrapping their arms around me gently whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ears as I get all sleepy and dazed, helpless to resist their hypnotic control 💕

want to take a girl on a date to a fancy ass spa

oh no, we have to change in front of each other? try not to blush as we slip into our swim suits, definitely not taking tiny little peeks at each others naked bodies

get cozy and cuddly in the hot tub, our hands find each other under the water, arms and legs draped over mine

take a quick dip in the cold plunge pool, the change in temperature gives a rush of adrenaline, can’t help but notice her nipples hardening through her bikini top

race into the sauna to warm ourselves. body heat also helps we find out. so does kissing. it starts to feel like we’re generating more steam than the hot rocks in the corner

yeah, that would be a fun date I think

Trans dragons

Self

As I've observed before, not all dolls are the same. Heart, is a cute little service doll, who cleans, and sometimes cooks, making sure I'm in lovely working order. Apple is a companion doll, who's there for the other dolls, growing even close enough to Heart to form a relationship. Thread is a wind-up doll, which I'm not sure about the purpose of, but it does seem to brighten the life of the next one in question. Soul is an example of a combat doll, who's grown past its purpose, living with the others in companionship of them all, much like Apple does.

Today, a new doll approaches me. I feel its steps lift it up to my patio before it even knocks on my door. This doll certainly didn't start as a doll, as I can feel from the implication of experience on its careful footsteps. It wears a button-up shirt, tucked into a black flowing skirt, with a pair of black floral tights underneath, and a pair of glossy black shoes. Enveloping the outfit is a loose fitting flowy black jacket with a dark purple silky lining. Framed by its porcelain-white skin are a pair of similarly dark purple eyes, magnified by a pair of round glasses. In its inky black hair is a white and purple hairpin detailing a luna moth.

Its ball-jointed right hand extends as it gently and politely reaches to knock on the door, stopping as it does this. The extended hand opens as it places its palm gingerly on my front door. It stands there, feeling the wooden surface as its eyes close.

"Ah, you're much like this one, aren't you, house?" The doll smiles as a warm feeling begins to permeate my door, emanating from the doll's hand.

I allow my door to open for Self, knowing exactly the reason why it came to me. It's exactly the same as all the other dolls' reasons, the only difference being the strange nature of its existence, the perception immediately felt in its presence as it carefully continues inside. Once Self has fully entered, it crouches down to remove its shoes and leave them by my door.

It claps its hands together, bowing slightly, "Thank you for allowing its presence."

I could feel the nature of the other dolls as they entered, but Self is a mystery to me. Its presence seems to be engineered to not leave an impact behind, as it carefully and gently steps, and it seems that its mind is much the same. I expect it to make its way to the kitchen much like the other dolls, and eventually find itself in another room for it, which I've already manifested, but it actively heads in the opposite direction, opening a door into a set of bare wooden stares leading into an underground room the other dolls have left yet unopened.

The room is concrete, and once a cord is pulled at the bottom of the stairs, a lightbulb illuminates the space laid bare and empty, with nothing but a closed door on the far corner. Self approaches, gently grasping the door's handle and turning. There's little resistance aside from that of the springs in a typical doorknob, but as Self pushes, the door doesn't seem to budge. Self backs up after some pushing, and retrieves a non-distinct leather-bound black book from its jacket pocket, thumbing through the pages until it lands on a particular one, extending its right hand to the door, and chanting something under its breath.

The nature of this chant, I do not know, but I feel some energy imbue itself into the door, emanating from Self. The energy seems to attempt to rotate the door open under its own impulse, but still the door doesn't budge. Self closes the book and returns it to its jacket pocket. Its brow furrows as it still has yet to find an answer to its unasked question. Perhaps I could find said answer if it would ask, but alas, for now, I must simply wait for it to sleep, where I'll undoubtedly come to its aid, as I have all the dolls who have slept in my embrace.

For now, Self seems to resign, as it backtracks back up the steps, and paces down the hall into the kitchen. In there, it meets the other dolls, who have been sharing tea with idle conversation.

"Ah, hello. This one is Self, sorry for-" Self is interrupted by Apple.

Apple excitedly approaches Self, "A new doll! It's lovely to meet you!"

Introductions go as they tend to, as Self is served tea and properly converses with the dolls present. The conversation continues late into the night, before the new doll is guided by Cream and Sugar to its new bedroom, where it lays down on the soft bed and allows the unconscious to lead it into my embrace. I do my best to envelop it as I share a view into its emotions.

I see a witch, inexperienced, but confident in her ability. She regularly experiments with rituals involving incense and candles, recording her results into a non-distinct black leather-bound journal. In addition, she records the results of many a divination, be it from tarot cards, or a pendulum. I see her detailed drawings depicting her own processes and her notes detailing results and conditions of the rituals themselves. The occasion arrives that the witch feels the need to perform rituals for protection in a living situation she's found herself in. It of course records the conditions, the incantation, and the process, but the result seems to be ineffective. The witch's living situation only becomes more trepidatious before it ends. I watch a world come crumbling down around this witch, leaving a figure kneeling in the middle of the ruins, which I can only assume at first to be her. It's not her though, not really. The witch has gone through a transformation, whether willing or not. What's left in her place is a ball-jointed porcelain doll which once upon a time used to be a witch. Self cries amidst the wreckage of once was, forgetting about recording the result of a ritual, simply weeping and allowing itself to break, in the middle of nothing.

I envelop Self, as I do my best to reach arms around it, and pick it up into a cradle position. I manifest my mouth near its left ear and attempt to whisper to it.

My attempt is met with success, "It's okay... You don't need to hurt anymore..."

Hi, I'm femme

need to take a femme out to a bar with our friends and just nod along to conversation like 'mhm' 'yeah' bc im lowkey staring at her tits the whole time AND shes aware + very into it. then we go home and i make her cum a lot. that would fix me i think