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breakerofhalos · 18 hours
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a crown plucked and butchered
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breakerofhalos · 1 day
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CNC phrases: 
 “Keep squirming for me, I love when you struggle” 
 “Begging is cute but it won’t save you” 
 “You think I’ll stop fucking you if you tell me no? What makes you think I care?”
 “Little sluts like you get fucked with no remorse” 
 “It’s not my fault you look so good, you walk around like a public fucktoy” 
“Stop crying, you asked for this. You love it anyways” 
“Aww, crying now are we? How cute. Just makes me wet/hard”
“You sound delicious when you tell me to stop” 
 “Go ahead and scream, no one can hear you, now shut up and take my cock/strap” 
 “Awww, did you just say it hurts? Good, it’s supposed to” 
+This post is about sapphic sex+
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breakerofhalos · 5 days
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Robot girl who is an ex-military ECM model who specializes in hacking and she's brilliant at it, full on transsophont AI that can hack systems faster then baseline humans can even notice they're under attack, but:
1. She's nice, not evil and definitely not working for her former creators
2. She hacks as an unconscious thing, just like how humans regulate their heart rate and get goose bumps and blush.
So you meet her, and the only hint she's broken past your firewalls is a brief glitch in your voice from your exocortex implant quickly rebooting. You ignore it, that old model is getting a bit janky these days. It doesn't come out that you've been so completely rooted until she casually mentions something in conversation that you don't recall telling her.
"oh yeah, like your brother's ex-husband?" you never told her you have a brother, let alone anything about his former partner. She just has access to all your memories and can refer to them as if they're her own. Sorry, she didn't realize it. You start to panic at what she knows about you now, thinking of all your darkest secrets, but she sees your emotional state and tilts her head and suddenly... You aren't panicking. Why were you worried? You don't really have that much to hide, why worry about it? She's so nice, and you trust her after all. You're calm now, and this only makes you want to share more things with her (not that she needs it), and you'd definitely offer to help her with anything she needs. She's such a good friend. You're happy to have met her, all those five minutes ago.
She's very nice. Everyone says that. No one is mean to her. No one has ever tried to be mean to her.
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breakerofhalos · 8 days
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Cleansed🦷
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breakerofhalos · 8 days
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Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad
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breakerofhalos · 8 days
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Reblog if you're a cuddler.
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breakerofhalos · 8 days
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hmm thinking abt those "prank" pregnancy tests that always return a positive result... do transfem bottoms know about these?
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breakerofhalos · 11 days
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born to be a doll, forced to socialize and work
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breakerofhalos · 11 days
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The Slow Unfurling of Sadism
I don’t consider myself a masochist, but pain is an important part of my submission. Sometimes that feels weird to say—that I like pain and need pain, but I’m not a masochist. For me, the difference is that pain is an expression of my submission, not an end in itself. I enjoy the opportunity to give myself to my Dominant in ways that are hard for me. I enjoy knowing that I am a girl who doesn’t get choices, even if my Dominant chooses for me to suffer. And I need these “proof of ownership” moments, even when I don’t always enjoy them. 
But as someone who needs pain, I have dated sadists. Actually, I kind of adore them. Sadists are deeply emotionally aware. When you are a person who feels aroused and emotionally connected through inflicting pain, you learn to read every quiver, every trembling lip, the inflection of every scream. You become hyperfocused on your partner’s emotional and physical state because that’s what feeds you— and because you know what can go wrong.
Sadists know that they enjoy hurting people. For most, it takes time to come to terms with that. And even when you’ve accepted your desire to inflict pain, building trust with a new person is always hard. To show the person you care about that you love their agony… It takes time. No one in kink exercises more self-restraint than the sadist.
So this means people with deep emotional awareness are required to take serious emotional risks with their partners. This leads to an endearing pattern that I call the slow unfurling of sadism (alternate title: How Sadists are Like Shy Baby Groundhogs). Sadists tend to start slower than other D-types. They don’t cause a lot of pain right away. They test something out, then they back off a little. A flicker of pain, then back to soft and sweet. Then they push a little further, and then back off a little. Gradually, they create a safe space for their submissive to suffer—to let pain flow freely. They earn a submissive’s trust by showing they are in control and respect boundaries.
At the same time, they are also creating opportunities for their submissive to earn their trust—trust that they won’t be rejected and trust that what they are doing is consensual. Sadists need reassurance. Did you endure the pain out of submissive obligation, or did you want it? Did it mean something to you? They need to know if you felt a connection through the pain. They need to know if it turned you on. They need to know if you want more. As a submissive, I love these moments. I get to tell my partner that I love the glimmer in their eyes before they hurt me, or that I smile every time I run my fingers over the welts on my ass. I am honest about my limits, but I also show my sadist the joy I feel in serving through pain. 
The most rewarding moment is when a sadist looks deep into your eyes and tells you they want to lick the tears off your face while they make you scream. And then they do it. Because that’s when you know they’ve let you in. They’ve trusted you with a part of themselves that few people get to see, let alone love. That is a beautiful feeling, and well worth the time it takes to get there. 
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breakerofhalos · 13 days
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I’m not a butch, I’m more of a genderfuck trans femme, but I need this too.
It’s scary to let out the more dominant, intense, and - yes - predatory parts of myself. I can’t signpost that I can take a “no” gracefully. I can’t display my knowledge of consent. I can’t wear a shirt that conveys my absolute drive for care and safety. And unless the organizers know me REALLY well and are committed to mediation, I know a bad interaction could leave me exiled.
idk if others feel the same way but I love the term "butch bait" because it feels like such an open acknowledgment of the fact that so many butches feel predatory for their attraction, especially if that attraction is explicitly sexual and not just softly romantic, and most importantly it's a gesture that seeks to transform rather than reduce feelings of being a predator. like, yeah, being assured that we're not scary or monsters for having sexual desires is nice, but it doesn't work if we're not willing to believe it. "Butch bait" says "I want all of you, including the claws and the teeth and all the other parts of you that you think are scary" and I think that's something every butch deserves to hear
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breakerofhalos · 13 days
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Bus Stop
The doll followed the witch's instructions perfectly. It found the right bus stop in town, even though it was an hour walk from their home in the woods. Just as instructed, it arrived an hour early.
It had been so long since last it saw the witch. Every day she had been gone, it could feel her magic fading. She felt so distant, so separate. It hated the feeling.
How long now had it been waiting for. Surely more than an hour. The time just seemed to stretch on and on, yet the bus still wasn't here. It started reminding itself it had no reason to doubt. It knows the witch wouldn't leave it; Still it can't help to look side to side under the excuse that it's just trying to distract it's mind.
What's this? This...is a bus schedule. The only bus that comes to this stop. The bus wasn't even running today. Certainly she made a mistake. She wouldn't intentionally betray it. It feels itself fading faster than ever. It's vision begins to go blurry. Ears deafen out the humming noise of the street lights and only ringing takes it's place. This was it.
As it is drifting away, it sees something. A form emerging from out of the haze. It can't quite make it out, but suddenly the ringing in it's ears begin to clear. It hears the witches voice. "Oh dear, it really has been too long. You did so so good following my instructions. everything is going to be okay now. I'm back, and you're safe here with me, in my arms"
The doll passes out into her arms. All the tension it didn't realize had been building all releases. All of these feelings are replaced with one emotion washing in and covering it like a warm blanket: comfort.
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breakerofhalos · 13 days
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breakerofhalos · 14 days
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I think bringing up "it/its" pronouns is a good test for people who claim to be "trans allies" because it so easily weeds out the people who are only doing it superficially. I've seen so many people who will post "Punch your local TERF #transrightsarehumanrights" and then turn around and be like "If someone says they go by 'it/its' pronouns it's actually good to misgender them because they're just teenager trenders"
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breakerofhalos · 14 days
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breakerofhalos · 14 days
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Vampire gf & occultist gf 😳🩸
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breakerofhalos · 14 days
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Wishing I could turn into a werewolf who was literally made to dominate cute little bunnies. My scent just gets inside their heads and turns them into my brainwashed sluts, helpless to resist as I grab them in my massive hands and treat them like my cocksleeves.
I need a bunch of cockdrunk bunnygirls to worship me as a goddess, mindlessly huffing my pits and crotch so they get more hooked on my musk, waiting their turn to get stretched out by my knot.
Even if one manages to wander away, she's been so marked up by my scent that the first time she runs into another bunnygirl, my musk clinging to her will start to get inside her friend's head too. Every one I corrupt only exists to drag more bunnygirls into my clutches...
Pretty soon I'd have a whole harem of muskdrunk bunnygirls who spend all their time drooling over my huge knotted girlcock. Half of them are already knocked up, their tummies swollen with litters and their tits leaking milk.
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breakerofhalos · 16 days
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i’m polytheistic (into worshipping and have a plural partner)
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