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(Undergoing Maintenance! 🚧)
MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
IN-TUH-SEED ✰ 1999 ✰ IT/HE/THAT/ZIT/HIR* (*Pronounced ‘Here’)
(Multiply) Disabled Hispanic Queer
Versatile Switch ⊳ Unfortunate Paraphiliac
Nice R.A.C.K. ! = Risk Aware Consensual Kink
Anons: 👁️🗨️, 💝, 🔍, 🐇🍓
This is a therapist-approved outlet for my fantasies and taboos; please refrain from reporting my account, rather block me instead.
Contemplating either deactivation + recreation, deactivation + archiving + moving accounts or some other means... Not leaving tumblr completely, but I also don't want to just lurk. Been going through a lot in life lately (old and new trauma, severed ties, US election, kicked out, burnout, no healthcare, etc) and I haven't been a person for a time. It's okay to comment on this post if you'd like or send an ask pertaining to it, mutual or not.
I want to be like somewhere between an abused boyfriend, a creature you took in off the street, and a servant
I'm human enough that no one thinks anything of it when you bring me around. I'm good for being cute arm candy, and the haunted look in my eyes doesn't bother any of your friends. they already know what you're like. I don't know this world like you do. you have every advantage, teaching me just what you need to, not enough for me to be independent. But enough for me to be grateful to you, enough that I feel a sense of obligation, enough that I begin to believe this is normal. And of course you teach me the things you want me to do for you, the chores, the services you have me provide. This is the way the world works. you're so generously providing me housing, food, and companionship. in return, I work for you obediently. It's only fair. you're providing so much and asking for so little in return.
Not human; beastly. Nothing but spit ladens this mouth. No instincts, just a whinging drone. I'm at your heels, but I do not wait. I claw and pull. Your hand sifts through greasy thatches and splitting ends. Teeth are wet, eyes weighed, knees christened by numbing static. I'm heavy like lead. My want feels distant and violent. Juxtaposed subservience and demolition. I am unrecognizable.
Who’s got a messy little pussy that’s just begging to be slapped and fingered and filled with cock?
If you think I’m cute now you should see how cute I am when I struggle to take it
Was so incredibly turned on today, it was nearly hindering. Woke up and masturbated for an hour, abusing my cunt and cock until I bucked my vibrator off of me with a whiny grunt. The drive to a crowded plaza was brazen with bumps, which bounced me in my seat and simulated sudden bouts of penetration to my sore pussy. Was so flustered that for a few hours I was genuinely air-headed, making me realize I was involuntarily locked into subspace.
Went to a brewery and (apparently) got flirted with by a gentleman a decade my senior. He was drunk, touching me gently and attentive as I swayed from hip to hip and took in his attention. He complimented my outfit. Asked me where I was from and if it was my first time there. He was holding his drink in his hand and he asked me thrice if he could get me something, but I reminded each time that I was there for atmosphere than alcohol. He toyed with me a little, jesting about my gullibility and how I fell for school ground tricks— how he fooled me with ‘what's that on your shirt’ and other immature gestures. He was a few inches taller than me, so I looked up at him. He was so touchy, yet I didn't hate it... I'm normally averse. He told me my hands were soft and that I smelled sweet. When he hugged me he was warm and his shoulders were broad. His intoxication had aroused me to a point of struggle, where it took conscious effort to focus on conversation that would come effortless to me.
One of my fwbs drove me home. He had asked me to sit up in front beside him. I was watching his hand the whole time, noting his clean and trim fingernails and the short lengths of his fingers. I wanted nothing more than for him to lift my long skirt and pull the hemmed leg hole of my skin-tight boxers aside, fucking me with his fingers while I creamed over his digits.
My poor, tirelessly sore pussy has been empty and I've never needed something inside it so badly. I genuinely wanted nothing more than to cockwarm these men while they pet me like some dumb fucking animal, rocking me in their lap for our mutual benefit.
thoughts on boot worship? daydreaming about cleaning your boots with or without the use of my tongue <3
Don't you know that animal saliva sullies manmade materials and leather? I'd rather have you work the outsole and heel of my boots with your tongue instead, however...
The act of polishing and cleansing is intimate in itself, it'd bring me great relief if you took utmost care in not just my shoes but myself as well. Raising my reddened ankle and lining the curvature of my boot to the expanse of your thigh as you brush off the debris. Running your thumb at the petite exposure of haired skin before dampening your cloth and shining around the silver studs. You thoughtfully elevate my boot to polish off the lowermost exterior before planting a kiss to my heel❣️
can i be the trans guy that teaches you we're not all good and innocent and feminine and safe? can i be the trans guy that makes you Stop saying "all men are bad. oh, except you, of course, cause you're a tranny."? can i be the trans guy that takes your virginity with far less care and gentleness than you'd hoped? can i be the trans guy who objectifies you and feels you up whenever i get the chance? can i be the trans guy that makes you cheat on your boring boyfriend? can i be the trans guy that gets you high and/or drunk enough to take advantage of you? can i be the trans guy that comments on how i might move on to your little sister if you don't stay interesting? can i be the trans guy that overpowers you and holds you by your soft little neck to my cock? can i be the trans guy who grooms you into thinking it's normal to do anything i tell you to, no matter how degrading or uncomfortable or disgusting? can i be the trans guy that you go warning and crying to your friends about? can i be the trans guy that makes you reconsider your position on the "public bathroom debate".. by force? can i be the trans guy who promises you i'll keep you safe from other men and then passes you around like a party favour? can i be the trans guy that takes you home tonight, and twists up your entire mind 'till you're so dizzy you get nauseous?
two way corruption kink where we're both just making each other grosser
pathetic girls are great cause if you're good enough at rape you can unlock the "i love you" feature
Ooh... I love nausea as part of a sexual experience. Especially when it stems from how sickly you're becoming from what's presently happening to you. I adore when it makes you writhe, ail, and moan. I want you to feel your innards pretzel and twist behind your abdominal wall; I want you to feel that lukewarm thickness scale the linings of your esophagus and juxtapositionally dry your mouth. I want you to stay put as I stroke your quivering tongue and rub at your gum-line before I plunge my fingers farther, almost grazing your throat as you whimper and spasm around my digits. You're panicked and you profusely breathe through your nose in conjunction with your noises. I only stroke your face, but not to soothe you. It's to mislead you before I draw you back in, steadying your face so you'll gag around me.
the only option is to get crazier and more perverted
How would you feel about a possessive, yet naive younger brother? Always very clingy and wanting to be close, but incredibly sheltered and completely unaware that he's got a big crush on you. Whining when you hang out with your friends and practically begging for your attention at every turn.
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I'm delighted you asked, 🔍. These are the types of things I enjoy seeing inside my askbox, but I digress❣️
Clingy and whiney set me off in a multitude of ways, but that doesn't mean I won't have my fun, of course. I adore naivety. I'm not an affectionate sibling, not until I'm broken down. The poor thing will be starved, flourishing off the scraps of endearment I throw him unexpectedly. “What do you want from me?” Is a question that comes to mind, especially as I dress to head out in the company of preferable others. “Who are you to know where I'm going?” Follows shortly thereafter.
The possessiveness... now you're talking. The subtlety in obsession for someone as hollow as me is enough to bring a smile to my face. “Don't you have friends of your own?” Is a backhanded remark, rough not only around its edges and making it difficult to swallow. “Or what? Am I your best friend? Is that your problem?” All the while I fashion myself as I typically do, dousing my pulse points with fragrance and charming my slim wrists and thick neck in jewelry.
It's psychological. So, how would I feel? More than endeared, I'd say. But what are you gonna do about it, huh?
I rarely exhibit intimate jealousy; it's a feat that's made my life that much easier. Thing is though, that doesn't quell what skulks within, this convoluted rage. It needn't be someone I know, only the mere prospect of someone dedicating themselves to another. Yet, there's something so sexually invigorating about tearing them apart, whether it be figuratively or literally.
I do want to hurt you. And I do want to hurt them. I want you both to ail. I want to ruin the likes of the two of you; I want to ruin the plausibility of your togetherness. I want to sully you both so you're incompatible, your pieces no longer connecting and your stars no longer aligning. It feels so good to think about, makes me moan and rub my cunt and stroke my cock at the idea of breaking you apart. Who can't live without the other more? We sure can find out, can't we?
You're a little fucked up but it's really hot
Contemplating redoing my blog n dolling it up in a different way n whatnot .. tag overhaul maybe .. Also tryna engage with my followers more n make more fucky perv friends ..
Thoughts ?
Yo!!! Go crazy go stupid (Yes, redo things)
You're cute as is king (No, keep the same)
Heyyy finally working on this <33
The next step is figuring out a more extensive tagging system and possibly redoing my intro! Just wanted to let y'all know I'm still here <3
EDIT: oops accidentally unfollowed some ppl i wanna talk to alxjjs self fumble
