you do have to be a wings pervert. actually.

if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@clawfucker
you do have to be a wings pervert. actually.
thinking about sloppy blowjobs
thinking about making out with fat cocks
thinking about mixing spit and cum while on my knees
thinking about choking on it and gasping for air
you could drop any kind of pill or powder into my drink directly in my line of sight and i’ll still drink it
I'll have you know I was "a pleasure to have" in the torture dungeon
Ummmmmm big fat hairy man fucking you while his belly rests on your back
getting fucked by your buddies in the trunk of a station wagon on a night drive through the desert, high to the point that you can't form a complete sentence and pinned uncomfortably in the cramped space while your friends fuck you raw, punctuating their sexual aggression with a neverending stream of verbal beratement. this goes on for hours - when you're yanked up by your sweat- and filth-soaked hair to give the driver and passengers a good look, you catch a glimpse of the sprawling darkness outside. it looks no different than it did an hour ago, or two hours, or three. you feel like you're in purgatory.
Anyway once you find out how much of kink is playing with physical sensations (i.e. pain / textures / pressure / temperature / etc) you will realize quickly why there's so much overlap with weird nerds. It's the autism. Also ttrpg people love elaborate rulesets. We're playing toys we're playing games
my lover just walked up to me with an edible and i thought she was gunna balance it on my nose and tell me to wait but she actually just grabbed my face and shoved it down the back of my throat like a dog taking a pill. im shaking
i told her about this post and how many notes it has and now she won't stop doing this
friendly reminder that demon horns contain many nerve endings and should not be roughly handled, lest the demon accidentally comes in public
oh and you do need to be really rough because of the protective outer layer. get in there and yank hard
it's sososo fucked up that I didn't grow wings during puberty and even more fucked up that nobody has them bound and yanked back painfully while they rail me
and you know what's even more fucked up?? No halo manifested upon becoming an adult, not even a plain one, let alone one that sparks and fizzes and makes me whimper like a kicked dog when you tug on it
*giggling* He's going to rape me on the altar I worship him at
Todohagane
Oh to be a princess forced to ride the handle of your knight's sword. The pommel stretching you wide, making a bump in your stomach every time you descend. Your knight is there, blade planted between his legs, holding it steady with his gauntleted hand. The other hand tugging on the golden chain suspended from your nipples. Only once you've gotten yourself off on his sword does he bend you over and fuck you like you've been begging for.
companion dog robot who sees you’re upset and determines you must be pent up since your bad breakup. she can probably help with that. she can interface directly with your homelab’s fabrication studio, and it’s easy enough to mod herself for sexual activity compatibility based on the preferences she swiped off your dating app’s chat history.
you’re moping and doomscrolling dating apps in the kitchen and you hear her pad in and make that cute little FM bark she does to get your attention. you look up at her and she’s sitting in a way that gives you a great view of the add-ons she just had made for herself. your phone chimes as you get a text.
“wanna play?”
you don’t even have time to protest before she jumps up on you and puts her paws on your shoulders. when you salvaged her model, you went for something big enough to run guard protocols effectively, so she’s not a small dog. you also didn’t want the nasty corporate spyware that comes default on her model, so you swapped her OS to something better, which came with the side effect of making her just as smart as any other, more “human” looking companion bot.
in your sadness, you were wearing and idly fidgeting with the collar your ex gave you. she bites down onto it and twists her body, throwing you to the ground, and you land on your hands and knees just in time to feel an artificially damp silicone nose press between your legs.
when she climbs on top of you, you don’t even bother struggling. she’s not a weak dog, either. companion bots are on average two or three times stronger than their biological theriform counterparts. once her paws got around your hips, you weren’t ever going to get away until she decided you were adequately satisfied and she was done.
there’s a quiet alert sound in your head as she remotely interfaces with your brain’s netlink. she’s mischievous, but she doesn’t want to genuinely hurt you, and your netlink lets her monitor your vitals, nutrients, and your pleasure and pain responses so she can be the best sex toy you’ve ever owned. she can tell exactly how fast and hard to thrust to make you see stars and how long you can actually go for without injury, and being a machine means she can go that hard for that long with ease because she doesn’t get tired.
after your fourth orgasm, your legs give out, and you collapse to the ground. she just lays down on you, bites your neck in her soft gripping teeth, and slams her knot inside you. you’re well past the point of being able to speak, so you just moan wordlessly, and she licks your neck with her big silicone tongue and disables her cooling system to warm herself up so you can use her as a heating pad to comfort your sore body
she’s happy you feel better. she’s not running a companion OS, she’s not obligated to care for you, but she does genuinely like you and wants you to feel happy. plus, the feeling of you milking her knot wasn’t half bad either.
well i’m not gonna fantasize about a windows machine fucking me. be serious right now. a girl has standards
jacking off isnt enough i need to be forced to repeatedly cum despite my protests
they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared
most important part of possessed or magically compelled assault by a trusted party member is a few months of difficult eye contact and not talking about it later when you drink together and loosen up enough to shoot the shit and one of you lets it slip that it's the only think you can get yourself off to anymore