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@lainmews
reminder that i am not a girl so if ur not queer pls leave me alone
also im part of a system so if u dm me it might take a bit 4 me 2 respond >_> i also struggle w typing/speaking
hi . can i say something i said five ever ago but canât find the post
ok. ahem. fluffy feathery wingjob from an angel girl and it t
and it tickles
After I'm done abusing you, I let you cry for some minutes. I take pity on you. I gently rub your back. I ask you if you need anything. You don't reply. I tell you to stay put. You know your place, so you do. I come back with a glass of water and a blanket. I hand you the water and I tell you to drink it. You look at me. You can't trust me, but you've been crying all night long. You figure you need it, so you drink. I cover you up with the blanket. I rub your back, I run my fingers through your hair, I caress your thighs. You feel dirty. Hollow. Broken
I tell you to take it slow. Drink your water. I'll be right back. I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I let the bath tub fill up. I come back and tell you to come back with me. We enter the bathroom and it's nice and warm. You have a pit in your stomach. You're not sure of what I'll make you do. I tell you to get in the shower, as I grab the blanket and take it off for you. You get in. The water is warm. You sit there, letting the water wash away the memories. You try reaching out for the shampoo, but I get it for you. I start washing you
You're dirty. Full of bruises and marks. It hurts. I tell you that I'll tend to them later. I'll wash your hair first. You feel like I didn't enjoy hurting you. Maybe that's what I want you to think. You're having a hard time processing what happened. Why am I being so soft, caring and gentle? You know I'm just manipulating you. Trying to make you feel like I care about your well-being. Maybe I just don't want my toy to break. You're not sure of what to think. But you feel cleaner now
When we're done, I help you get out and dry yourself. You notice I don't even try touching you. You go sit on my bed. I got you some nice clothes. Too nice. They're also exactly your size. They're clothes that you would enjoy wearing, if not for the fact that your rapist is giving them to you. You put them on anyways. I come back after you're done dressing with some ice packs and painkillers. I take care of your bruises, and I got you some more water to help drink some pills. You trust me, and you do as I tell you. I want the best for you
I rub your back, and your legs. I take such good care of you. You don't even recognize me anymore, but it feels nice. You enjoy this. You almost want this to happen again, just so I could softly wash your hair again, just so I could make you feel like someone loves you and cares about you. The pit in your stomach starts to hurt again. I continue to take care of your bruises, and I also apply some antibiotic ointments on your cuts. It stings. I dress them with bandages, and you feel a lot better. You really feel like I'm doing this for you
I tell you to go to the bathroom and pee. I can tell you've been holding it. Your legs are shaking. Your body is squirming. I ask if you need any help. You tell me you got this. You go and take your time. You don't understand why I'm being so thorough, why I'm taking such good care of you. You assume I'm just trying to manipulate you, or to give you a false sense of security. And it's working. I come back and enter the bathroom just as you're done. You feel embarrassed. I wordlessly come next to you. Your adrenaline rushes. You begin to feel scared again. But I just take some toilet paper and clean you. You freeze in place. I ask if you need help getting up. You don't reply. I pull your underwear and pants back up, and I help you get up and come back to bed with me
I made you dinner. There's a lot of food. Your legs are shaking and you feel weak. There's that pit in your stomach. You wonder if it's hunger. Once you think about it, you realize you're starving, and you begin to eat. You feel shy and embarrassed. I tell you that you're doing well. That you did so well today. I tell you to eat slowly and to enjoy the food. I made it specially for you. You notice that it's a lot of food you like. I even brought you pastries and snacks. I get close to you, and tell you that I'll be leaving. I kiss the back of your neck. You want to cry. I tell you that I'll be back later. We'll do this all over again. And you better get used to it. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. You'll learn to love your rapist. You'll enjoy being raped. You'll crave that feeling, and you'll feel so relieved once it's over, because you know I love you and will take good care of you
Come on, baby girl, just sit here. You love sitting in mom's lap, don't you, sweetheart? You're blushing, baby. You're adorable. Come here, just sit down, let mommy hold you while you straddle my lap. Just like that, good girl. You're such an adorable little girl, aren't you, baby? That's it. Oh, you're shaking, baby, are you ok? Your face is a little red. Let me just rub your back and caress your face. It'll be okay, darling. Is there something wrong, something you want to tell mom about?
What's that, baby? You forgot to put on panties? Baby, you know that other people are watching. If you stand up, people will notice it, or worse, they'll see a stain on mommy's big hard bulge. They'll know what a naughty girl you are, and how fucking gross and filthy you are for rubbing your bare pussy against mom's adult parts. Is that why you're wearing your short skirt, baby, so mom would look at you and play with your ass anywhere I want? What a whore
You know what happens to sluts like you, right, baby girl? You have to keep riding mommy's cock. Help mom get hard, and then I'll take you into your room, bend you over, and slide my huge cock deep inside you. That's what you want, isn't it? Look at yourself, thinking such depraved, filthy things while everyone just walks around, without noticing what an easy fucking slut you are, baby. That's what you are. You're mommy's little whore. You're my fleshlight, toy
Come on, baby, don't make so much noise. People will know what a fucking pervy slut you are if you don't keep your voice down. Yeah, keep lightly rubbing your pussy against mom's hard bulge. It's so big and hard now, isn't it? You did that, you fucking easy whore. You're being such a good daughter for mom, baby. I'll have to grab you and take you into your room like that, so people don't see how badly you stained mom's bulge. You're dripping wet, baby, it's running down your legs. Guess I'll have to start with my mouth to clean you up, and then you'll have the privilege of mommy's cock, toy. Now, be good and let's go, princess
Gross fucking filthy little plaything wants to play? You want me to play with you? You think you're worthy enough for me to touch you, you fucking slut? You're such a disgusting fucking thing. You're just a thing. You're not a person with wants, you're my fucking toy. You're my fleshlight. You're my footstool. You're my breeding toy
Getting you drunk only so I can rape you, but as you get drunk, you begin to sob while telling me about your pain and your trauma, and I realize you were sexually abused. So, I get on top of you and tell you that I'll rape you right now, unless you tell me in detail how you were raped. Where, by whom, how it felt, how they touched you, for how long. And you do, hoping I'll let you go. You're just a dumb, drunk, sobbing mess. And once you're done telling me about all the awful things they did to you, I grab your throat and your waist, and I tell you that we'll be recreating that, and that you'll enjoy it. You better let me cum inside too
i was destined for special attention from my teacher. the end of my pencil looks so good in my wet mouth. when you look at me, you can tell i chose this outfit just for you. my shirt is just small enough to lift up and show my tummy when i raise my hand. my feet barely touch the ground in my seat, swinging idly with parted thighs. iâm very good at gazing longingly and daydreaming, doodling idly on my worksheets. you can even call on me, put me on the spot and iâll get the answer wrong with a bright red face.
being forced to watch gore , while being held down and forcibly jerked off. đ
Mom who wonât tell you the names of the private parts sheâs touching you on but still says bad words when she pushes herself inside of you. Mama who doesnât correct you when you mistake the feeling of an orgasm for peeing, but she still pinches your nipples and makes comments on your tits. Mom who coos over how shy you are when she touches you, but bends you over her knee to spank you when you hump the furniture, because âthatâs inappropriate.â She doesnât give you the language to talk about your experiences with anybody else; after all, these special little moments are just between you and mom, right?
reminder: the best cock comes from your mom, about 8 months after the divorce is finalized, ideally at the end of a night of heavy drinking, and preferably in the alley behind the bar you were trying to safely get her home from after the bartender found your number in her wallet and before she overpowered you on the way out to the car. bonus points if you get an infection in your asphalt-and-glass-torn knees from the unknown liquid pooling around the dumpster she slammed your head into until you stopped talking and she had "finally wiped that judgmental look off your bratty face."
idk maybe i DO wanna go completely limp while u pump ur cock in and out of my holes and i have to just lay there and take it if u decide to throw me around or manhandle me into any position u want :/
Booba still gets me instant flagged huh
Fine
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By u/Exepeenabvta on r/bodymods
if ur not mommy serious i DONT wanna hear it!!!!!
mom stuff is so lame if you arenât 100% entirely serious about it and itâs real life. if sheâs not really your mom whatâs even the point what are you roleplaying as. your mommy dom shit is lame and watering it down for everyone else. why are you calling her mommy is sheâs not your mom. what is enjoyable about fucking someone you call mommy if itâs not rape and incest. cisgendered mommy dom shit makes me sick. as always tgirls do it best
itâs fun because itâs fucked up that your mom is having sex with you. not because someoneâs making you call them mommy because itâs degrading or whatever
anyway fuck you bye iâm drinking cotton candy faygo mommy bought it for me you wish you had what i have
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