low poly sex

Well. She bets she knows what Pearl's up to, now. From plenty–<em>plenty</em>–of prior experience, False knows to pack her ender chest accordingly. Constantly, Ren is forgetting his sex shulker box–or 'forgetting', so Cleo claims–and False gets called to run it back to him.

She can do something for herself tonight, though, for sure.

But, goodness, wouldn't it be nice if the people she had sex with just called it normal things? Only Cleo can just say 'Hey, down to fuck?' Earlier, with Joe and Xisuma and Zedaph, the lattermost kept calling it 'having a doohickey,' which, of course, the only reason why False didn't just leave outright was because Joe's mouth could do far more than just run and run, but, still!

Pearl is one of the worst offenders of the 'calling it something else' nonsense, though. Literally anything can be sexual with that girl. (She said 'mind if I chomp some lettuce' before trying to go down on False, for the record. False has not let her near her, ahem. Head of lettuce. Since.)

But Pearl is also quite pretty, and her eyes go all soft and doe-y when False looks down at her, and–False doesn't consider her much of a dom, not really, but it's fun to play the part with her.

Rocketing off to her base, landing. It's being torn apart, moved–just ridiculous, in False's opinion, but Pearl wants it her way, and it is her area to do what she wants. Undo what she wants.

"Pearl?" False asks.

"Oh, I'm in here–was just doing a teeny bit of decoration," she calls, and then pops her head out from a room in the mountain. "Didn't want us to, uh, you know, pop each other's chorus fruits while I had a granite-diorite texture in the walls."

"Of course not," False replies. Almost flinches at how dry it comes out, but at least everybody's used to it around her, now.

The room is small, gorgeously decorated, and Pearl's taking her by the hand. "It's been a while," Pearl says, her voice akin to warm clay being rolled back and forth between fingers, in the palm. "Hi."

"Hi," False replies.

Gets up on her tip-toes to meet Pearl's kiss, guide them into the bed.

Not necessarily the most efficient, especially considering their height difference, but False eventually settles them to where False is sitting up and Pearl's leaning back against her, stripping her clothes off her. Firefighter uniform that covers up entirely too much, all that.

False cups her boobs, and they're a little on the smaller side but so are her hands; she kneads them, takes Pearl's nipples between her fingers, the joints, pulls. "Mm!"

This is always the hardest part of domming. What to say, what to say–make it good, make it sexy– "Yeah?"

Kind of a fumble, but Pearl seems attracted to those. "Yeah, I–I always like it when you play with my chest."

Pearl's allergy to saying anything 'dirty' extends quite far. Quite the difference to what she'll do. "I have some clamps on hand; do you wanna play a game with that?" False asks.

Her eyes light up when she shifts around, kisses whatever bits of False's neck and shoulders she can reach. Nods, says, "Yes, please."

False can't help but smile at the politeness, barely not laugh. "Alright," and she pulls out a bundle. "This is some clamps plus some weights, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good."

"What we can do is, we get the clamps on you, and then–" False knows her pretty well by now; Gem is good at controlling her orgasms–but Pearl is not, she's quite easy, really– "Each time I make you cum, we'll put another weight on your nipples, okay?"

A soft whimper out of Pearl's throat, so sweet sounding. "Yes, yes, please–"

Pearl always shaves her pussy, so it's just stubble down there, under False's hand. Her middle finger finds Pearl's clit right away, starts rolling it, and Pearl drops the clamp she was holding. "Need help?" False asks.

That competitive spark in Pearl. "No, I-I got it," she whimpers, places it too deep into the areola.

"That's wrong, though." False removes her hand, and Pearl tries to follow it with her hips– "Seriously? I only touched you for a second–" and the muscles in Pearl's abdomen, thighs, almost spasm with the weight of False's offhand words. "We need it right here," she says, clamps it right on Pearl's left teat.

"But that hurts!" Pearl whines, turns her head, tosses her hair.

Some ends up in False's mouth, and she yanks it down. Another whimper from Pearl at it, of course. She's probably the easiest member on the whitelist, honestly. "Let me just take care of your other one," False sighs, thumps Pearl's right nipple a few times to get it hard, slips the clamp on. Doesn't quite know how to ask about how much it hurts without seeming desperate for domming validation, so she goes, "Ow, ow, ow?"

Pearl's hips buck at that–oh! It probably came off as False making fun of Pearl. Good thing she likes that, then, going, "Yes, it hurts, nngh–"

"Can you tug them?" False is interested.

"I can. Doesn't mean I will, though."

False's hand back down at her pussy, right overtop her clit. "Well–I don't need to do anything with this, do I," False hums, spreads her labia.

"I could flick my own trapdoor!" Pearl whines.

Sometimes, it's a little difficult to get Pearl into the right headspace for False. But there's always ways. "Alright," and then she takes another clamp out of her inventory.

Pulls back Pearl's hood, exposes her clit.

Clamps it right on.

"OW! Ow, ow, ow–that hurts, that hurts, oh, my goodness, ow, ow, ow–" Pearl yelps, bucks her hips up and down a few more times.

"Calm down," False says, because she wants to talk more. There's a little space between the clamp and Pearl's clit that she sticks her finger through, pulls the clamp down. "Okay. Are you able to handle that?"

"Mm-hm…"

"Get your hands up on your boobs–yeah, yeah. Each time I tug on this piercing, you pull on yours, okay?" False says.

"That's gonna hurt–"

"And?"

Pearl whimpers again. It's a great sound.

One that False solicits, tugs on the clit clamp with her thumb, fucks two fingers into her pussy. "Wow, your cunt is so wet," False notes.

Pearl gasps, works her hips a few times. She's mentioned in the past how much she hates that word, which–well. Tends to make her react stronger in bed when it's used. Gem showed her that one night, Pearl between them. In most all other circumstances, False doesn't tend to use it much, either, but, with how Pearl gets about it– "Don't call it that!"

"What. Your cunt?" False asks, keeps her tone simple, the tug on Pearl's clit uncomplicated.

A second later, Pearl tugs on her nipple clamps, the whine out of her mouth long. She'll be cumming soon. "Yes, d-don't, don't–"

"You don't want to cum from your cunt?" False asks, crooks her fingers into her pussy, deep, angling for her g-spot.

"I–" She's so flustered, blush down to her boobs. "Right there–mm, mm, mm–"

"Oh, dear, I'm not sure if you want to cum from there, though," False hums, pulls her fingers out with a thick <em>schlock</em> sound.

"I do! I do–I do, I do, I do," Pearl pants, tries to follow False's fingers. Cleo always calls it Pearl's lost puppy move, when she tries to follow somebody's nice touch.

False tugs on her clit again, keeps going, rhythmically. After a few repetitions, Pearl follows, face screwed into a wince as she keeps pulling on her own boobs. "You aren't doing a good job of that," False says.

Pearl does love critique, loves the improvement process, refining herself. Something that False has always noted about her. "Ah?"

She places her hands on top of Pearl's, uses them to pull her tits up into air, and then tugs on them like that. "See?"

"This hurts!" Pearl wails.

When she gets noisy like that, it only means one thing. "You say that like you're not on the edge right now from it," False points out, dry.

Her fingers are back inside Pearl's pussy before the contractions from the way False keeps talking to her ebb away fully.

Because she clenches about it, every little thing–'easy' is precisely the word for her–and it's only a few more drillings into her g-spot when Pearl cries out, arches her back, humps False's hand and cries a few strangled cries from crushing her own clit and it's all self-inflicted, self-perpetuated.

During Pearl's comedown, False taps her pussy entrance, gently. Doesn't take off the clamps, anything like that.

Contrary to that sentiment, actually– "Go ahead and put the weights on, and I'll give you another orgasm, okay?" False says.

Pearl gasps.

Collects herself, nods.

Her cute face winces at the application of each weight, shudders when she gasps and her tits bob up and down a little too harsh.

And, of course, False makes her start tugging on them in no time.

block minors and ageless blogs. this is the most universal, agreed upon rule. yes, people can lie online; however, by doing this, you are showing you are doing all you can. and also tbh it just makes ur online experience so much better haha

don't interact with content creators, especially ones you post explicitly about or their coworkers, on your 18+ blog. don't follow if your main blog is 18+, don't reblog posts onto your 18+, etc. i highly, strongly recommend blocking them altogether, but that's an additional layer of protection.

don't interact with non 18+ blogs altogether unless you know they are chill. similarly, don't reblog sfw posts and add on 18+ content, ever (people who might not be chill can look through reblogs!) instead, make your own post!

don't maintag 18+ posts (ie. tagging with #hermitcraft or #inthelittlewood.) have you ever seen where somebody tags as 'g.eminitay'? that's to avoid showing up in main tags. this prevents your post from showing up in front of people who may not have been wanting to see them! what i've done, personally, is turn off showing up in tumblr search results altogether, which helps with controlling how many people see my blog, which helps MAJORLY with harassment. the only ways you can discover me is through a direct link or if another blog and i have an interaction.

to emphasize: even if you're posting innocuous stuff in the maintags, if it's on an 18+ blog, you're still potentially exposing yourself and people you interact with, and i highly recommend not doing that.

caveat: some creators (ie. inthelittlewood) do have an inherently older audience, and some things that wouldn't fly in, say, grian's tag can for them. additionally, tagging purely with ship tags CAN mean you have more leeway with what you can put in there (ie. innuendo, a more scantily clad design). use common sense and, if necessary, ask a few friends before posting!

this is where i would mention something about the mature content labels, but, right now, these block people in the uk and in brazil from seeing your posts unless they give tumblr their government id. if you are affected by these laws, DO NOT GIVE ANYWHERE YOUR ID, especially fucking tumblr. there's so many reasons why that i'm just not gonna get into it. instead, you can post links to things that would make tumblr autoflag and impose a mature content label on you (squidge for images, ao3 for fics.)

speaking of art posting–well, the tumblr line is weird and finicky. sometimes, it'll let you post full penis or pussy, and, sometimes, completely innocuous posts will get flagged. there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason other than a spray and pray method, BUT, generally, explicit genitalia will get flagged more often, along with images containing a high amount of lighter flesh tones (light oranges/pinks.) if you want to upload an art piece in that vein, the generally agreed upon thing to do is upload your image to squidge, use the direct link (which is the second provided link once you upload your image) and tell people what's going on in it! for me, this looks like martyn/cleo/skizz forcefem with neon lights/high contrast, and include a more innocuous image preview (usually the character/s face/s), to further provide context as to what the viewer can expect!

utilizing content tags is also extremely helpful, along with listing what those tags are in either a pinned or a page on your blog linked in your pin (for brevity's sake, i do the latter). i tend to both list the tags and keep what content i'm filtering clearly labeled. while esoteric tagging schemes ARE fun, making sure to include what you're tagging for clearly is for the best to make it easier for your followers to block out certain kinks. as a broad example, using 'sex words' to tag for sex is the best way to go; censoring that like s/x or something quirky ie. "bing bong baby makin' thing" means that, if somebody's blocked the word "sex", they'll still see your post. (i used 'sex' as an example because i don't think many people in this space would have that tag blocked, btw, haha)

with this rule, you're protecting both people who might accidentally stumble onto your blog and not know what's going on and also your own followers who might like your posts about one thing but not the other!

i really highly recommend having a fully separate 18+ main blog/account, rather than it being a sideblog. this means you can leave likes, send asks without being on anon/having to say "this is so and so", and, if your account does end up getting mass reported and deleted by tumblr, you won't lose any other blogs, just the 18+ one.

blog backups are a very good idea!