hi! um. iβm a 25 y/o bi nonbinary person of color, & generally iβm very ok with being called fem/masc/neutral terms and people of any gender/sexuality following me.
disclaimer: this blog is largely for fantasies. it contains triggering content, including consensual non-consent kink or non-consent fantasies. the content i post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires. fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential.
this blog is 18+ only. you will be blocked if you do not state your age or age range in your bio or pinned. i will also block you if you post content that i disagree or am uncomfortable with, but age is what i most consistently check for.
asks are open & encouraged; friendly or flirty or filthy! though i may reply in a teasing or reluctant way to a kinky ask, i will not engage playfully with an ask that genuinely makes me uncomfortable.
DMs are fine, but iβm not looking for any kind of romantic relationship, and may not always reply.
i have a backup account @quietplaything! other stuff like tagging, kinks, and limits are under the cut.
i tag kinks as much as i can:
kinks or possible triggers are tagged with a period to the end: #somno. / #cnc. / #intox. / #group. / #sadism.
original posts about kinks and fantasies will be under #plaything's mumbling
less serious and shorter ramblings or jokes are in #plaything's status
#plaything's whines is for original audios
#plaything's game means i want you to interact with me
#plaything on display means you can ask for pics of me in dms!
#asks! is for, well, asks; #playful questions is a more specific tag for nsfw-ish and kinky asks, including giving me orders and teasing me β i may answer a lot of these in a row sometimes, so please filter the tag out if it makes you uncomfortable!
#safety is a catch-all tag for posts about healthy kink dynamics, body positivity, queer pride, warnings, advice, and the like.
#stunning people is the tag for other peopleβs original photos, videos, and audio.
kinks i post about: cnc, somnophilia, restraints, intoxication (drugs & alcohol), overstimulation, impact & pain play, light piss play, royalty roleplay, dacryphilia or crying, kidnapping roleplay, degradation & praise, group sex or gangbangs, objectification or dehumanization, mild exhibitionism, weapon play (guns & knives), surreal fantasies (tentacles, werewolves, etc).
things i wonβt post: photos of me, any personal information, patriarchy kink, βtraditionalβ dynamics, pregnancy, caregiving dynamics, race play, corrective rape, misgendering, scat, vomit, needles, ageplay, realistic beastiality, piss swallowing.
what to call me: jay/quiet! but also fucktoy, slut, whore, good boy/girl, pet, pup, plaything, etc! do not call me slave, femboy, or sissy.
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Sorry this isnβt a horny ask, butβ¦ Is it okay if I just, canβt do vanilla sex? I tried talking to my friends about this recently, but none of them understood me, and it made me feel terrified that Iβm justβ¦ Wrong. Maybe itβs because I was taken advantage of, maybe itβs just preference, I donβt know. I just canβt have vanilla sex. Itβs an unnatural performance, it makes me afraid. I donβt even know how to find people like me. Itβs such a lonely experience. I donβt want my sexuality to be expressed through reading and writing things online forever, but it feels like thatβs all I have. Do you have any advice? Sorry this is so rambly. I donβt know who else to ask.
Yeah tons of people can't do vanilla sex for all kinds of reasons. Kinky sex isn't like....just something stacked on top of "normal vanilla sex" that anyone can access.
Obviously kinky sex is unthinkable for many people. But 'vanilla sex' is just as unthinkable for many people, including me. Even when I'd felt pressured to perform vanilla sex, I was always ALWAYS roleplaying silently to myself. Imagining my partner saying things theyd never say, imagining that I had been coerced or drugged or raped.
So yeah, it's not wrong. It IS just a preference, and you deserve to have your preferences treated with the same respect.
Idk where you live so I don't know how difficult it is to meet people local to you who share your interests. But I love hanging out on Fetlife personally, even just to join the groups and talk to people there. You can also make an afterdark tumblr account or bsky account and start following people...and sharing whatever it is that you like.
Even if meeting irl is difficult, the cool part of the internet is that even the most niche kink can find community
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To the base. Wearing your thighs like earrings so all I hear is the steady beat of your heart. The only warning you're about to empty down my throat is the way your fingers tighten in my hair and hips start grinding into my lips.
Don't worry if you need to get a little rough. I promise I can take it. Don't you think I'd be so cute looking up at you with tears clouding my eyes? My shirt stained from the strings of drool dripping down my chin, my lips swollen from how hard you've been rutting into them, quivering as I wait for you to decide what you'd like to do to me next.
she just nods. her eyes are red and thereβs tear stains on her cheek. sheβs so small and soft in my arms. feigned ignorance keeps her from catching on that i heard every single impact. her offense earned her the belt this time. that belt is mean. i know how badly that hurts.
i massage circles into her back. just trying to draw away attention from the aching. she seems appreciative. she pressed herself further into me. sheβs so pretty like this. this isnβt enough though, it never is.
βlotion?β
she nods again. she practically leaps out of my arms to pull her pants down and lay flat on my bed. i take the soothing lotion out of the drawer nearby. again massaging soft circles into the red skin. these bruises will last at least a week or so, maybe longer. i wish i could take a picture. the skin is still so warm.
sheβs so trusting. every time she gets hit she comes running here. i almost feel bad for her. sheβs so well behaved. she really tries her best. i wonder what to frame her for next.
cyber bodies are usually designed to last 5-10 years, to trap ppl in a perpetual state of debt. thereβs a thriving grey market for overhauls and repairs
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I think those fancomics where Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes is transgender are cute and fun but I also think it's a deep misunderstanding of Calvin's character to think he would transition into a heterosexual normie who goes to her high school reunion. That girl would have neopronouns and fang implants
I know it's like 2 weeks too late to change it but I'm so mad I didn't realize that the band would obviously be called "Get Rid Of Slimy GirlS". I walk the road of shame
[ID: four-panel comic of adult transfem Calvin in shorts and a cropped tank top, with the same haircut, sitting on the ground and leaning on a tree trunk. She wonders, "How much can someone change in twenty years, Hobbes? Will they always be the same person, deep down? Or can you replace yourself entirely?" On a tree branch above her, Hobbes sits in a box, looking down at her, and says, "Still can't climb the tree, huh?" Only the top of Calvin's head is in that last frame, looking annoyed in the same way that kid Calvin did. /end ID]
all the dad posts on here use he/him pronouns p much exclusively... where is your whimsy... where is your joy?? make that girl your daddy and whimper in her ear
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cw: cnc/dubcon, kidnapping kink, forced drugs, crying, somnophilia, gangbang, mindfuck, extreme fearplay // content is strictly fantasy
we've talked before, about surprises. we've had fun with them before β i like the thrill, and you like the look on my face when i realize that oh, we're doing this today. we always negotiate those kinds of scenes for a long while beforehand, but we both agreed that you get to decide the when.
and usually it's my fantasies you're indulging: like when i woke up, shocked and sleepy, my holes unmistakably used; when i was tied to the bed, blindfolded, and you let people iβll never know come in and toy with me; when you even smashed my window once, middle of the night, just to give me that sweet stab of terror before i realized it was you breaking in to pin me down β yeah. those were all mine.
the day you indulged one of your own, i didn't even know i'd be seeing you.
you said you were visiting family. there was a video you sent me of you and your baby cousin running in the park. i remember, because that's the last thing i was looking at before i felt the cloth clamping over my nose, the drug knocking me out.
the next time i woke i was somewhere else. blindfolded, tied up, chest tightening with panic, thinking: was this you?
you said you were out of town.
i could hear the footsteps. it had to be you. right?
really, try and surprise me, i'd laughed. do your worst.
god, i really, really fucking needed it to be you.
i almost whimpered when i realized the hands that landed on me were still gloved, unrecognizable. i did whimper when those hands pulled my legs open. i think i started begging when the hands started groping me without a word, cutting off my clothes; i started asking who it was when fingers forced its way inside me, finding me already slick and leaking; i started crying when i didn't get an answer, only spit in my hole.
it was your name i sobbed out as i was fucked; if that was still a question, a cry for help, a desperate wish, or a plea, i couldn't say. and then, as i was pulled closer: your low laugh against my neck. your kiss on my nose, familiar. i don't think i knew a sense of safety could flood my mind as strongly as fear until then: the relief intense as i arched into you, as you fucked me, as i came.
and your laughter, again, as it ended, our breaths mingling, and then, your lovely, lovely, perfect voice: hi. sweetheart.
