@ifitbleedsbiteharder - Tumblr Blog

If you know me in real life I can only say you're welcome

Call me Nettle, its not my actual name but its a nice one :)

all pics of me are under #my stuff, feel free to reblog, especially if it's to compliment me

I tag videos of me playing guitar with '#bloody guitar'

i tag posts of me talking about maths with '#bloody maths'

audio of my voice under '#my voice'

#My Stuff #bloody guitar #my voice #bloody maths

ok the fear and dread at all this has hit again im not going to be on tumblr for today and possibly tomrorrwo bye

widely-adored-weed-wuppy

the throat is for slicing open and fucking the wound while blood sprays everywhere and her body gets cold

the-fallen-eidolon

This post has been fact checked ✅✅✅

estroghoul

*kicking my feet doin my best to push my a cups together* does anybodychave a crush on meee

#how could i not

estroghoul

*kicking my feet doin my best to push my a cups together* does anybodychave a crush on meee

#how could i not

judithchopsley

yeah sometimes i do wish i was small and just kind of inherently cute and started hrt when i was a teenager and that girls would coo over everything i do just because they wanna protect me or something but im just not that

judithchopsley

and its not that i mind being tall and kind of strong and stuff i actually like it and i want to get strong again just because i like being strong but i just wish i could still be like. treated like a cute little doll or princess or something sometimes. maybe even often. idk

#yeah

ifitbleedsbiteharder

look pain is beautiful, youre making a beautiful thing below you feel sexual bliss and exquisite agony so intense it cant help associating one with the other, and the whole thing with you, drowning them in all those sensations, for the brief seconds they can actually focus their eyes enough through the haze and the tears they look upon you like they would a cruel and powerful but loving god i mean if youre not a sadist from all that then youre weird, i dont know what to tell you

#desire causing or perhaps experiencing pain or maybe both

ifitbleedsbiteharder

look pain is beautiful, youre making a beautiful thing below you feel sexual bliss and exquisite agony so intense it cant help associating one with the other, and the whole thing with you, drowning them in all those sensations, for the brief seconds they can actually focus their eyes enough through the haze and the tears they look upon you like they would a cruel and powerful but loving god i mean if youre not a sadist from all that then youre weird, i dont know what to tell you

#desire causing or perhaps experiencing pain or maybe both

wolfslambs

not to gross u out but i daydream abt u resting ur head on my chest and ur completely at ease and ur safe and warm

messicainrepose

eee fake smilesss eeee

jessiewithaj

well it didn't take long to post to the wrong blog

#lmao still really pretty though

spiteyote-resurrected

if u like my smile, u should see it when im being hurt and/or mortally threatened

#most beautiful thing ive ever heard

lady-of-fangs-lyrlia

Forced oral.

I'm wearing you out first. I'll let you fight because struggling against me will drain all of your strength. I'm watching the panic build in your eyes as I pin your wrists above your head. There's something special about watching a person sit and fight down their panic, watching them try and calm themselves so they can find a way out, only for every attempt to fail.

You swallow down the bile in your throat as I start to work your top off. The sound of a knife clicking open stills the last dregs of your panicked struggling. Stubborn buttons and lacy underthings are cut aside while the heat from your body warms the cold blade.

I'll take my time in exploring your chest, searching out every sensitive spot. Slowly kissing across your ribs before I move across your belly. Little by little your panic will mix with pleasure. You'll squirm before catching yourself, ashamed at how easily you respond to my attention.

“Am I the first one to take the time to find all these spots? Or has it just been that long pretty thing?”

How ashamed will you be when you moan for me? How ashamed when you reflexively arch into my mouth? How desperate will you be to grab my head and pull it into you as I finally wrap my greedy lips around your nipple?

How quickly will all those emotions chill when my knife presses against you?

“Just hold still dear. I'd hate to hurt you.”

When I've had my fill; when your chest is littered with hickies and bite marks, I'll drop myself lower. The last stitches of whatever you were wearing cut away and left to fall around your hips.

How hot will your shame burn when I point out how badly your body aches for me? Will you deny, protest? Or just sit in mortified silence?

Warm, inviting, so perfectly soft and yielding. My mouth is all the things the knife isn't as I take you past my lips.

How long until you're arching into me again? You'll whimper for release, though I think you don't know if you mean from knifepoint or across my tongue. I'll take my time here, the same as with your chest. Carefully mapping the spots that make your thighs twitch, memorizing what makes you draw in with those beautiful little gasps. I'll drag your body to the edge before yanking you back to reality with the tip of the blade pressed to the inside of your thigh.

When your body can no longer bear it, I'll allow you to finish. You'll shake, knicking yourself as your body vibrates and twists in desperate passion. After, while you listen to me swallow you down, some clear headed part of you will relax, hoping this means I'm finished with you.

I'm not.

I've taken so long learning the motions and responses of your body, building you up, so I'm going to savor you long past you the point you think you're done.

You'll stay. I'll take everything you have and more. You'll learn the consequence of catching my eye.

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