CinnamonGremlin 🖤🌿
Tall, tattooed, book-hoarding submissive cinnamon roll with a bratty little gremlin hiding underneath. Equal parts cozy witch, nerd, smartass, and “I probably shouldn’t have said that to a Dom, but here we are.” 😇
I’m demisexual, so connection comes first for me. My submission does too. I can flirt and play, but the deeper parts of me don’t unlock without trust, consistency, communication, and emotional safety. Calling yourself a Dom doesn’t automatically make me submissive to you. That part of me is earned.
For most of my life, I thought I was strictly monogamous. I’m starting to realize I may have been confusing exclusivity with security. Being someone’s “only” felt like the safest way to make sure I couldn’t be forgotten, replaced, hidden, or treated as disposable.
Turns out… I’m no longer convinced I actually need to be someone’s only. 👀
What I do need is to know that I matter. I need consistency, affection, reassurance, communication, honesty, inclusion, and a clear understanding of where I belong. I want connections where adding another person doesn’t mean subtracting from someone else.
So I’m exploring. Maybe that eventually means polyamory, ENM, a closed dynamic, or something I haven’t found the right word for yet. I’m not rushing to label it. I’m figuring out what actually makes me happy instead of forcing myself into the relationship structure I thought I was supposed to want.
And apparently my brain has also decided that the possibility of having multiple people I genuinely connect with, adore, and am adored by is considerably less terrifying than it used to be. Character development. 😂
Kink-wise, I’m submissive/bratty with a definite masochistic streak. I love purposeful dominance—the kind rooted in responsibility and care, not somebody swinging their Dom title around like a VIP pass. Push me. Challenge me. Make me squirm. Give me structure. Be possessive in the delicious “mine” way without treating me like property you get to neglect.
I’m also a giant nerd: D&D, BG3, gaming, dark romantasy, mythology, tattoos, concerts, witchy shit, and books with enough morally questionable decisions to concern a therapist.
I’m not interested in being anyone’s dirty little secret, disposable third, relationship accessory, unicorn-on-demand, or convenient body. If there are multiple people involved, I want real connections with real people, where each relationship is allowed to have its own shape and everyone involved is treated with respect.
I move slowly emotionally. I ask questions. I overthink. I need communication. And once I actually feel safe with someone, there is a whole lot of soft, affectionate, needy, mischievous submissive hiding under all this sarcasm.
Basically: I came here thinking I was looking for one person.
Now?
I think I’m looking for the right connections.
Apparently those are not necessarily the same thing. 🖤
