Kicking My Feet Giggling At Funny Words On The Screen Make Brain Go WOOOOOO

Brainless scrolling hoping someone sees me like their shit and fucks the rest of my brains out gargle gargle gargle

"But how did you know I was a sub?" Oh, sweetheart.

I look at you like I want to eat you whole and defile every inch of you, and you look at me with little stars in your eyes. I talk to you like you're a wounded puppy, and you nod along to every word I say. I let my finger trace down your cheek while I give you a proud smile, and you lean into my touch like you'll cry without it.

I just want to keep you in my pocket forever.

Me and who

Girl wearing a collar and leash with a big orange vest that reads "Therapy Dog" cheerfully ordering two cheeseburgers for herself and the socially anxious girl holding the other end of the leash

the concept of being "broken in" is so hot like you're gonna fuck me or hurt me so aggressively and with such little concern for my body that you permanently make me more compliant and submissive?

yes fucking please

fyi if we're mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

I’m debating… I have some kinks I want to like rant about and just go absolute batshit but then like 60% of people will think I’m really gross

Aka do I ruin my namesake for the funnies or make a secondary blog like day 3 back on tumblr this is definitely either a make or break mental health edition

I just realized that I didn’t have annon questions on yall should get on that and give me horny material plsplspls

What doesn’t kill me gives me kinks that are difficult to explain

the “i just need to hear your voice for 5 min” down bad

Fear is such a useful tool. There's the lesser fear of the knife, the fear of injury, death. And sure, that's lovely. But it's like a spark- burns hot and then it's gone.

I prefer the type of fear that lingers. The fear of starvation, the fear of being forgotten. Of losing status or the respect of a role model. Of everything you've built for yourself collapsing around you like a house of glass cards.

The type of fear that gnaws at you when you're struggling to sleep or looking through your bills.

Give me control of that fear, that tool? And I'll be able to do anything I please with you.