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day 19: pet-play

💕 The innocent smile they gift you with after you thought you brought them to their limit, that smile that says “Ah but I’m still good, why not continue, pretty please?”

💕 Every single time they got enough courage to ask or beg for something they really, really want, and they still turn bright red when you grin at them for being so sweet

💕 When they’re very, very desperate to be dominated, because of hormones or something else, and they subtly try to provoke you and turn on your dom mode

💕 Drooling

💕 Being so eager to touch you in a session where they were tied up or not allowed to lay a single finger on you for the most time

💕 Moaning/whining/screaming/whispering your title

💕 When you ask them if they want to be a good little slut/fucktoy/whore for you, and they just nod instantly and very eager, sometimes combined with a “Yes, very”

💕 Showing off how well behaved they are by going down to their knees without getting asked to do it

💕 Thanking you for bruises, hickeys, bite marks or any other kind of mark that you caused during a session

💕 “Can I please taste you? Please, please”

💕 Confidently teasing you

💕 Shyly teasing you

💕 T e a s i n g

💕 Softly trying to fight back when you’ve tied them up because they want you to push them down harder and show them their place

💕 Being so, so, so well behaved when they really want to be rewarded

💕 Puppy eyes

💕 Initiating a session themselves by coming into the room naked, or wearing lingerie, or wearing their collar

💕 Showing you things they saw online that are very fucking hot because they really want to try them

💕 Wiggling their butt when they want to be spanked

💕 “I’ve been really naughty, you have to punish me”

💕 Starting to touch themselves in front of you without permission to get your attention and turn you on

💕 Biting or scratching you when you’re fucking them real good

💕 Smiling at you innocently when they provoked you and you asked them if they’ll behave from now on or need a reminder who they’re talking to instead

‘cloven feet quiver against their botanical restrictions. while the main focus is, of course, on the tantalisingly slow pressure against their slit, they’re overwhelmingly aware of his presence. every rivulet that dances along their tail, the current that tugs and caresses their hair and fur, the bubbles that pop against their skin: that’s him, too.

he is the river, and he is everywhere.’