Chaos Incarnate

If you’re not 18 please redirect yourself elsewhere. Chances are I followed you from my main account. 28. PNW.

[half-feralempress]

I don’t know what man needs to hear this but princess, slut, and little girl are not compliments. In fact if you’d like to compliment me just send me $5. Go ahead, do it.

[signedmissrose]

I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

[valsplace]

What do you want from me

[tgirl-tamag0tchi]

More whimpers~

[xoxothickbitch]

Cuddling but you won’t stop rubbing my clit so all I can do is bury my face in your chest and orgasm in your arms while you whisper praise in my ear

[cute-anddesperate]

computa, make them desire me in a way so primal that it almost disgusts them.

[alphacrone]

pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say

[rabtownsend]

cosmic invitations. model: @mossy-vulpes (they/them) photo: @rabtownsend

Toronto. November 18th, 2025. The invitation of the void can be accepted willingly or unwillingly, but it is always fulfilled. patreon | instagram | bluesky | mastodon | pixelfed | print shop

[mossy-vulpes]

I love how this came out!!

[marshmallow-man]

Catholic guilt

[tetheredlamb]

study break

[creamangelface]

Him: *minding his business at work*

Me: *4 attachments*

[ufos-and-pizza3]

Every night she cries and dies a little more each time

"Say you love me" (you love me) 👹

[herdirtylittleheart]

Baby rides.

Photo by Mr. J - Sapphic Slumber Party

[herdirtylittleheart]

Hold her head against your chest. Tangle your hands in her hair and thank the stars you can breathe her in. Press your lips against her forehead. Tell her you’ll never leave. Tell her you’re sorry. Draw maps on her forearms, write love notes behind her knees, trace your fingers along the curves of her hips and memorize her while you can. Freckles and scars and dimples. Love is not a mirage, or a dream that we can conjure. Love is whispering, even the words that shake you the most. Love is making wishes on her breast bone when you can hear her heartbeat.

[marshmallow-man]

[herdirtylittleheart]

My nails are sharp and I’m thinking about you. I want to drag them across your skin, leave red trails to mark where I’ve been. I want to pinch you. Hard. Crescent moon indents on your hips from my grip. I want to make sharp little bites across your collar bone, I want to make you yelp. I want your skin to remember me, baby. I want to hurt you enough that it surprises you. Your nervous laugh makes my heart thump. You’re so pretty and so polite, I want to ruin you, just a bit. Would you forget your manners if I sunk my claws into your thighs, would you forget your composure if I brought tears to your eyes? I’ll brush them away with my fingertips. Let me whisper it sweetly, let me pry you open with my words. Baby, let down your guard for me.

[sleepycicada]

girls used to piss their pants on here for fun

[herdirtylittleheart]

un·con·ven·tion·al adjective

not conventional : not bound by or in accordance with convention : being out of the ordinary

[ufos-and-pizza3]

If you’re seeing this, I got nuked and now I get to rebuild. Happy 2026 🤣