Puppeteer Teaching The Very First Puppet He Ever Crafted To Become A Puppeteer As Well.

my favorite part of dirty talk is building the lore

Thinking about someone being broken and trained to be an attack dog… Teeth sharpened, nails turned into claws. Muzzled and gagged — dogs don’t speak — except when it’s sicced against others in the same position in vicious dogfights, encouraged to be aggressive and to scratch and bite and win, because no one wants to know what happens to the runt, the loser, the one taken away and never seen again. Taught to track and outrun and subdue a prey, as that’s the only way to earn a really good meal instead of the usual kibble and water. Made to mount and fuck the whimpering, begging, weak thing underneath — wait, is that the loser of last week or someone else — and if the pace of its hips falters, whether out of pity or exhaustion or something else, the sharp hit of a cane quickly remedies that. Disobedience or sympathy to its weakers will only earn it a place as someone else’s bitch, until it lies ruined with holes bleeding, until it won’t hesitate next time and instead breeds its appointed target with violent, fear-laced and bitemarked fury. A human turned into an animal that understands that pleasure and safety can come only from obeying the master and attacking everything else before they can do the same.

whys everyone wanna get fucked by a monster. i wanna fuck a monster. i'm the hunter, you're the prey. werewolf boyfriend whimpering under a silver gag, bound by wolfsbane soaked chains while i fuck him silly by the glow of the moon. vampire pinned by a crucifix and a parted curtain, the light kissing my back and only my body arching over theirs protecting them from the petrifying sun. eldritch tentacles trussed together with rope and sailcloth, unable to do anything but pulsate weakly as i use them to my own desires. collaring a minotaur, pinning him in the cattle crush and ruthlessly jacking him off while hes gripped by the machine made for livestock. enough helpless humans. the hunter has desires too.

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I just want a doggy plaything,,, is that too much to ask for?? I just want a good puppy sitting at my feet patiently waiting for some attention. I want a pet that'll let me push them around when I need to blow off steam. We can have belly rub sessions that turn into rough groping and biting because I can't control myself

two way corruption kink where we're both just making each other grosser

puppy would probably look better in something more... absorbent :p (she/her/he/him)

*thru tears* what if... i was a little stuffed animal. and you lvoed me so much? and hugged me to sleep and i was your favourite and andnyou always missed me when you couldn't cuddle me and whenever you woke uppl and saw me fallen by the side of the bed you'd go "oh no!!" and you'd pick me up and give me a big squeeze for being so brave down the side of the bed

i feel like 90% of omo content out there is focused on Guys and Dudes and like that’s fine and all but can i get a “hell yeah” for people who are mostly/exclusively into female omo? anyways hiiii if this is you then it’s time to think about:

girls whimpering because they have to go so bad

girls crossing one leg over the other and rocking back and forth while sitting

girls grabbing themselves 🥰

girls getting distracted by a hobby (video games, cooking, sports, etc) and not noticing they have to pee until they’re squirming and/or leaking

girls carrying around those huge water bottles and getting a little too hydrated (plus the water sounds become torturous!!!!!)

girls wetting!!!! you know those tight, lightwash skinny jeans? girls wetting THOSE

or honestly girls wetting any clothes but those are my personal fave

omg or tights under a skirt or dress, those are so cute too

girls trying soooo hard to hold

girls dancing around in desperate need of relief

girls! girls!! girls!!!!!!!

You know what I want ? I want someone to sit on my lap with their bladder full, squirming and whining and telling me they can't keep it in, really, they're going to burst. They take deep breathe, try to squeeze their legs shut, bounce and try to talk just to distract themselves.

And I shush them, I tell them it's okay, tell them how good they're doing... and I massage their bladder, I play with what I find under their skirt, until finally, finally they can't hold on anymore.

I can already imagine the warmth spreading over both of us, the sounds, the smell. The moaning in my hear, their entire body relaxing, the irresistible urge to hump each other...