Letting my Remus take over

You may call me

The Duchess

She/They pronouns.

Welcome to my kinky blog, where I let my sexual thoughts and fantasies loose into the internet.

Needless to say (but I will say it anyways-) this is a +18 blog as I myself am an adult.

If you stumbled upon this thing and have the urge to share your nasty thoughts, my inbox is always open long as you ✨respect my boundaries.✨I can also take requests, but I am not that experienced with writing smut so request at your own risk.

My main fandom for kink stuff and pretty much the only one I'll be focusing on is Sanders Sides, though maybe someday another fandom of mine will sneak in here.

Maybe, juuuust maybe there will be some polytrix.

My main kinks are Microphila and Macrophilia, also known as Macro/Micro.

Under the cut, a more detailed list of what I am and am not comfortable with, conveniently ✨color coded✨

Being turned into a pretty fabric

I also happen to be into making clothes, sue me.

For this demonstration I have a prince named Roman (shocking I know) who will be our test subject today.

Imagine just a red silky and shiny fabric with the most beautiful movement, with golden patterns that seemed to move every time the light hits it in a different angle.

Just the concept of being laid out in a table, cut into pieces (with fabric scissors no less, those things are SHARP so only one snap and you're done I have actually cut myself with them before-), draped over a mannequin and the sewn together into the most perfect and elegant dress and suddenly you feel whole again because you're no longer pieces of a pattern you are a statement piece in someone's closet.

And then

Being worn

Not only are you (Roman, didn't even realized I stopped referring to him oop-) a pretty dress, but you ALSO get to make someone else feel pretty WHILE WEARING YOU ISTG.

As to who would wear Roman, I think Janus is the obvious choice (again with Roceit I promise I am a multi shipper but they are just too perfect-) ONLY because of the type of dress I'm picturing in my head, full on ball gown shit.

Now, good thing about being a fabric and not directly a piece of clothing is that Roman can be many things, we have plenty leftover fabric because I always buy too much and I'm proyecting.

Pretty Roman fabric could also be a DRESS SHIRT FOR LOGAN (also a tie but that doesn't feel as exciting-) kind of like the freaking fabulous red shirt from date everything, so Logan can look slutty too.

This particular fabric would make a horrible sweatshirt for Virgil, maybe he could make Roman into patches for a new one like his canon hoodie buuuuut... SILK PIJAMAS, yes please.

Patt can also wear a dress I guess- or we can make SILK SHEETS for Patton (or #makePattonSluttier and make him some lingerie you cowards-)

My point being THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS AND NOW SUDDENLY ALL HIS BOYFRIENDS ARE WEARING ROMAN AND HE'S MAKING THEM ALL LOOK BEAUTIFUL AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WORN BY THEM

So Roman starts shrinking smaller and smaller each day and the worst part for him is that the others don't seem to notice.

Roman asks Patton if he's wearing taller shoes and he just hits him with: "I have always been taller than you kiddo"

Virgil goes nonstop with the short jokes, and is taken aback when Roman is actually offended because what do you mean I'm being cruel? This is how we always tease each other because you've always been 3 foot tall.

Janus is enjoying every second of it and Roman is loosing his mind and his height by the second.

And then Roman is treated less and less like an equal because "oh sorry Roman I can't hear you from down there you need to speak up"

By the time Roman's little mind starts working and he connects the dots and goes to confront Janus it's too late. Janus closes the door behind him and Roman is too small to get out of the room on his own. He's at Janus' mercy and the other won't even miss him.

Roman is three inches tall, hanging from his wrists tied to Janus's necklace as he walks into the kitchen. The others walk in and greet Janus but it's like Roman is not even there. He's too insignificant for them to care and take notice of him.

Roman dares to speak up when Logan walks closer. He's desperate for help and Logan just gives him a puzzled look before turning back to Janus. "Has it not learned to stay quiet unless spoken to? Is the reward system not working?"

"Maybe I should start trying with punishments instead."

And Roman is now only one of Janus' possessions for the others. And of course Janus is going to degrade him and overstimulate the hell out of poor little Roman. He needs to learn his place after all. One session of Janus' forked tongue rubbing against Roman's minuscule dick is going to leave him begging for more and Janus enjoys denying him of pleasure way too much.

Now Roman truly is what the others think of him. Janus' possession. Roman is his, nothing more.

Roman is not someone who needs to be listened to. He's only there to look pretty over Janus' neck.

Roman doesn't need to have passions. He only needs to be good for Janus so he has mercy on him and allows him to cum.

HE IS MY SILLY LITTLE PRINCE AND THEREFORE WILL BE THE CENTER OF ALL (most) THE PLEASURE I CAN GIVE HIM