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getting face fucked on your back is soooo much better <3 he can hold your cheeks and head up in place, or he can hold your shirt up with one hand and a handful of your tits in the other! or he can grope both your tits while he fucks your spit back into your throat! or he can put his hand around your throat and make you stick your tongue out for him like the dirty slut you are and skull fuck you until you’re taking his cum down your throat like a good girl

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I just looooove not being able to sleep because I keep coughing. It’s great I swear 😭

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i should be rubbing your face in the dirt while i fuck you in the middle of the woods

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come work with me (at a horrific angle but whatever) and listen to this playlist and eat gummy worms 🪱

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but honestly i heard tumbler was a good place to meet girls that wear fur tails plugged up they asshole

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Men, your consent matters too it's not a weakness to say. No.

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03. a stairwell

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tw cnc/intox

with every agonizingly long minute, i feel the compelling urge to submit continue to grow; the once urgent voice in my head growing tired.

faintly begging to just let gooo.

why continue to make it difficult when it can feel sooo good?

“come on little girl, still a ways to go…” not a request, but a command, as he guided my stumbling feet to the emergency exit of my neighboring apartment complex. his cold hands still loosely resting around my waist. non threatening, almost. his grip had loosened from my hair, as if he knows i’m not gonna fight him.

not yet at least.

both of his hands had been moving up and down my body causing sensations too overwhelming for me to process, but he still firmly held me in front of him, unwavering.

his arms, covered and protected from the elements that dazed me so hard before. they felt tighter than his grip, even as they wrapped around me.

in the same way as before; the absence of his force had completely scrambled my brain. as if his touch, his presence, his plan… had activated my prey instinct. the weakness pooling underneath me, the deep feeling in my stomach, making me feel helpless.

no, i *am* helpless.

even if someone could witness what was happening on my own street, in this familiar alleyway… he could still use his dark eyes, contorted grin and his best bundy impression to insist…

she just had too much to drink. she never knows her limits… have to make sure she gets home safe. maybe he would say it with a wink, maybe his crooked grin would twist into something else - imperceptible, illuminated only by a flickering bulb.

but nobody is here.

and he knows that, as he lifts on hand away from me, and towards the door. the grip unwavering.

this would’ve been the moment to run…

with an creaky yet silent swing, the door is open. a door designed to alert the rest of the building there’s danger within.

the moment passes.

he shoves me inside, a dirty stairway littered with graffiti. and yet i can’t help but miss the gentle touch as my knees hit the cold and cracked linoleum.

“finally. just look at what you’ve done, you little slut.”

finally i get a good look at his face, brightened by another dingy lightbulb long past being replaced, but smudged by the layer of confusion and hazy memories from the bar.

“i said fucking look,” he snaps through gritted teeth, and i follow his head nod towards the bulge i had felt earlier. he watches my eyes, looking for something. “good girl. you see? i know a whore like you know exactly what that means.”

i had stopped responding, even if i wanted to, the words would escape me. what was there to be said? to be done?

he can answer that.

the distinct and sudden sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down rings in my ear, and fades as he springs loose. his hand becomes tangled in my hair once again, and i feel the same white knuckle grip as before.

he groans and leans back into the wall, taking me with him. “that’s right… open that little mouth…”

a moan or cry (irrelevant) couldn’t help but escape as my lips part with the sudden force of him entering me. he pushes himself deeper and thrusts once. i feel his cock throb in my mouth.

“that’s right. start sucking.”

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Pretty Little Psycho ✨

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here’s what so many ppl misunderstand about the psychology of certain brats. not all brats, but a lot of us.

we don’t brat because we’re better, cooler, tougher, harder, or more fun than all you sweet good obedient little subs.

we brat because we also want to be sweet good obedient little subs—we just don’t know how to release control like you do.

sometimes it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that submission is weak. other times it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that we don’t deserve to receive pleasure, or attention, or dominance from another. sometimes we don’t believe our submission is desirable enough to offer it.

so we fight, and tease, and sass, and deny—until someone breaks us down and proves to us that our submission is wanted. needed, even. until someone shows us we can still be safe if we aren’t in control. until someone shows us that losing our control ≠ giving up our power. until someone shows us that we deserve the chance to be good too. just as good as you<3

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All my mutuals are hot. Reblog to tell your mutuals they are hot.

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teary eyed pretty girl letting me fuck her throat because it gets her oh so wet

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i miss that thing when ur being fucked in doggy but then they start pounding into u harder n ur knees cant hold u up anymore and u eventually end up flat on your tummy with them fucking all their weight into you and holding ur head down for leverage

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