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Holy shit that’s my wife right there

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Hopefully you don’t split open the next time we use the strap ;)

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I was about to eat you out like a five course meal and you whip the subway surfers video out, tell me to pause, make sure the video is loud enough and nestle it above your bush. You could’ve had it all! Smh smh

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Bug 🪲 Prince of Peril @apupcalledbug.bsky.social · 18/05/2026

It just makes the cavity less wide. Husband stitch with less effort <3

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An educational post for those who aren’t in the know! The quoted socks are over the knee socks. THESE are nylon thigh highs. Please note how rather than just barely covering my knees they go allll the way up to the tips of my thighs to help provide additional modesty with workwear and formal attire.

A picture of bug in the same pajamas as earlier but now they’re wearing thigh high nylon stockings instead of fuzzy over the knee socks

A close up of the thigh highs from behind bug which shows how they nearly reach their ass

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Bug 🪲 Prince of Peril @apupcalledbug.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

You ever see a magical girl transformation in reverse? Sometimes it’s really important for bugs to get home and get cozy :3

But in front of a mirror wearing a fairly standard bug walk adjacent fit. Fae wear faer tiered green skirt with a brown tank top, the brown and gold butterfly top over that, and a stack of necklaces. Fae are also wearing glasses that are not pictured well.

Bug in front of a mirror wearing a red sweatshirt with gray stripes and nothing else (visibly, at least. Fae have undies on, promise! You just can’t see)

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

Call your girlfriend daddy instead. Solves one problem, but might give it some other embarrassing side effects to think about.

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Grinda 🏳️‍⚧️🔞 @grindagoat.bsky.social · 14/05/2026

"cuteness Aggression" is such a good term for it, you really do start snarling and wanting to bite

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in tandem with how my knife pressing further into your skin. The little whimpers and whines that echo from desire and desperation for more pleasure… or perhaps it’s more pain? Adjusting the knife to press the tip to your tummy as a threat. Grind up for more and you’ll end up impaled on the blade.♥️

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I could certainly see why one would think sucking dick is a submissive act, but there’s an awful lot of power that can be held behind the action. Pressing a knife flush to your stomach, warning against those little desperate thrusts upwards from the pleasure. My tongue sliding along the shaft

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Ah, ah, careful now. Don’t struggle too much. I’d hate for you to wear yourself out before we get to the main event. I just finished sharpening my knives and nobody thinks twice when pretty things are heard screaming out here. Neighbors are used to it. Hell, they might even join in.

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 12/05/2026

How pretty you’d look, trussed by the rafters with the tips of your toes just barely skirting against the floor. You know this is the same place I drain the dear in the winter, don’t you? You were terribly easy to subdue, I wasn’t even particularly stealthy.

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🤭 It’s certainly a shame if those inside your castle were those you should fear, little bug.

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

🤭 Oh? What a lovely compliment. I always buy my cute little bug outfits that he looks best in. Perhaps I dress him up to do another little photo shoot… Although I think the bug looks best in nothing at all.

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

That’s a good little bug. Maven and I will take care of you and make sure you’re adequately sized for any new outfits 🥰

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💜⛓️Madame Malice⛓️💜 @malice.monster · 10/05/2026

No no, this is the right size. May actually be too big on you.

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

Wrong. I got the perfect size. If anything I should’ve got a smaller one.

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Bug 🪲 Prince of Peril @apupcalledbug.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

I REALLY don’t think Soleil got the right size for me…..

Bug wearing nothing but a cowkini that barely covers their chest and only partially covers their bush

A top down view that shows how obscenely squished in bug’s chest is by the bikini top

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proletkvlt @proletkvlt.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

Applying to jobs like I'm an inexperienced sub saying I "don't have limits" "Haha, yeah, you can schedule me for any schedule you need... I can do whatever you want me to, haha..." (Twirls finger in hair)

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

I’ll buy you more green beans tomorrow puppy. But some dog needs protein to survive

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

I’ll make you chicken nuggets too

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

<3 You looked pretty done up in my stitches, my little pup.

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Soleil @soleil-kroetz.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

You look incredible for me, my little knight. Perhaps I’ll have a few more to add 🤭

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You two seem to bicker like a married couple. 🤭 I appreciate both insights greatly. A multitude of opinions and judgements are encouraged. Perhaps I’ll simply have to lean into longer works to truly encapsulate the feeling. Torture and torment is sex in its own right.

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Innocxnce @innocxnce.bsky.social · 05/05/2026

You get what I’m going for. It simply won’t do to have my toys wanting to take themselves out. Not when they’ve got so much use left in them. Changing the way they think and putting fear into what their next words might be tends to work the best in my experience. 🥰

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"Iris, I'm worried about you. Can you let me in now?" Chloe rapped a rhythm with her knuckles against the bedroom door of her flatmate. She had seen neither hide nor hair of Iris for what must have been a week. "Go away, Chloe." A voice, barely above a whisper, spoke beyond the flimsy plywood door.

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🤭 I suppose I understand where you’re coming from. Although I must say I quite like the pacing that I’m going at. I’m not one to dive into the deep end when I’ve hardly learned to doggy paddle. ;)

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She sniffles, intaking a hiccup three times before she can manage an exhale. “I know you won’t,” I reply before setting the pistol on my nightstand still glistening with her fluids. “Because there won’t be a next time, yes?” “No- no ma’am. No- not a next time.” “That’s my girl.” (20/20)

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Her eyes are unfocused, dazed and so, so swollen from crying and being struck. “I’m sorry,” She repeats. She does so like a mantra as she lies beside me on the bed. “I-I-I won’t… I won’t do it- do it again. I promise. I’m sorry. Sorry-“ (19/20)

It’s not until her face is so red it borders on purple that I pull the gun from her throat. It scrapes over her teeth. She hunches forward from the momentum. “I’m sorry- I-i-I-‘m sorry master-“ She chokes out, spit caking her face and the front of her shirt. (18/20)

She tries to pull away for a breath. I use my free hand to grip her hair instead. I work my fingers through the strands, holding her firmly in place as I push the gun further. I feel her teeth against my knuckle at her furthest point. (17/20)

Her teeth clack against the material, clearly uncomfortable with how she winces. Her desperation triumphs over her fear. She takes the gun down until her throat bulges. She convulses against it, I watch her face contort as she keeps herself from hurling over herself and the weapon. (16/20)

Her hands shakily move up, gripping my wrist with uncertainty. I’m thoroughly pleased when she doesn’t try to yank the gun away. Instead, she uses my body for stability, a grip to sink her throat further down the pistol. (15/20)

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Her lips wrap around the front in full. Her chest still rises and falls in bursts. Snot comes in gross rivulets from her nostrils from the intensity with which she bawls. Her saliva is already thick from choking. It clings to the dark metal as she tries to fit more in her mouth. (14/20)

She can’t speak, staring up at me with those bright doe eyes. Fear is a powerful thing. While my girl can hardly get out a word…Her lips press to the muzzle of the pistol. She provides it a scared little peck to the entrance. My finger steadies itself on the trigger. (13/20)

Her chest is heaving. She’s crying so hard she’s starting to cough and gag. The girl can’t get out more than a single syllable. My hand moves up to the slide of the pistol, cocking it back as I press the gun to her forehead between her eyes. (12/20)

I get a cry in reply. A choked-sounding sniffle, the girl could hardly spout more than a hiccup. The barrel strikes her head this time. It catches the tips of her fingers. She curls them into a fist and hunkers down into a ball against the mattress. (11/20)