My Dream Polycule Is Just A Big Community Of Faggots That I Can Love On And Lay With And Smoke With And

monster girlfriend who can’t speak any human languages because she doesn’t have a larynx or a syrinx. she has a word board to communicate with you for complex stuff but you’ve been together long enough you’ve learned to somewhat read her body language

mom who catches you smoking weed and punishes you by making you take more and more hits until you can’t understand anything she’s saying and you can only barely feel her cock sliding in and out of you

A little being taught how to properly pet a puppy by their CG. "Be careful sweetie, you need to use your gentle hands when petting a puppy". The puppy with a silly smile behind it's muzzle as it's owner locks eyes with it harshly to ensure that they behave around the little one.

Just a reminder to littles, especially ones with an actual age gap in the dynamic, that your caregiver should love you and support you and, if there's a sexual aspect to your dynamic, desire you no matter how old you get physically and should embrace your body's changes. Weight gain and body hair changes and all that are normal parts of growing up and a good parent wants to see their little ones grow

you should let me trip sit you btw

who wants to teach me how to kiss while saying stuff like "poor thing you're shaking" and "nice and easy kiddo" and "open up for me"

climbing into his bed with a soaked pull up and having him reach a hand down to check you and coo at you in pity cause you wet the bed again…

Throwing a tantrum never pays off, everyone should learn it one or other way >^>

cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.

Need a dumb, needy pup to come hump and grind on my thigh til they make a mess of themselves while I grope them and tell them how good they're being for me