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My main is @penzeskarneval
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27F
Warning for hard BDSM
My main is @penzeskarneval
*flirting* if you had to kill me how would you do it
forget dick pics show me knives n guns ^^
i cannot stop thinking about roughhousing. i want tickling and laughing that turns into wrestling that gets a little more serious and heated, until one of us is pinned down, both breathing hard and making out and thighs pressed in between each others legs and hickeys and bite marks all over and trying so hard not to be the one that cums first and failing, ending up getting fucked hard by the winner until you’re so drunk on all your orgasms you couldn’t fight back if you tried
sure, having to ask permission to cum is hot but what about having to ask permission to cut your hair? having to ask permission to go over a friend's house? having to ask permission to get a new piercing? a new tattoo?
holding a plastic bag over my friends head and making out with her through the plastic while she suffocated did something to my brain
are you really dating if he doesnt rape you violently at least once
i love brainwashing and dumbing my victims down until they’re nothing but pathetic cock-hungry rapecunts made to serve me.
you don’t like that one thing? too bad. push yourself. do it for me anyway.
if you don’t—i’ll discard you like a piece of rotten meat and forget you even existed.
this is about my pleasure. not yours.
there's nothing more adorable than a pretty girl with a praise kink.
i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.
on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.
we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.
i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.
i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.
slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".
i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.
i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.
i wear her out completely, reshape her pretty little mind into my personal slut, addicted to pleasing me, addicted to the feeling of being praised by me, no desire in her mind being stronger than the one of being my good girl.
Using horror movies as foreplay.
I want my mind played with more than my body.
Hypnotize me, brainwash me, gaslight me, just fuck my mind up and you can do whatever you want with my body
Missionary, why?
So you can watch all those thoughts disappear from her pretty little head.
She can wrap her legs around you and hold you there before you can pull out
You can grab her by her throat and hold her down while you brush back her hair
You can give her those forehead kisses as she’s screaming out for you
You can tease her nipples with your tongue as she squirms under you
You can hold her wrists above her head and hold her face before you spit on her
Eye contact, eye contact, eye contact.
When she’s sick in the head, and I’m torn between wanting to fix her and wanting to fuck her up even more.
how i should be treated rn
letting a horny desperate priest fuck your thighs because as long as its not insertion its okay 🤤
Heavily haunted by the intimacy of stabbing. Plunging the knife into your stomach. Your hands gripping my shoulders. The rest of your body stilling from shock, your mouth open as you struggle to breathe. Every microscopic twitch leaves your abdomen a fiery agony. And all you can do is look up at me, your petrified eyes silently begging for a mercy you won’t receive. Before I rip the blade out, sending your limp frame to the ground. Where I tower over you, calm and focused, watching it all fade to black.