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was 20 some years ago || it/she

[liibiil]

Obligatory pinned

This is a NSFW blog though I reblog whatever

TW for CNC, incest, but I'm sure some others as well.

One day I might start tagging

Take care~

[ace-trainer-alice]

Sorry, I know you said your parents or partners were abusive and did terrible things to you in the name of love. But I just need you to know that they did that because they thought they were feeling love, but what they were feeling for you wasn't real love, okay? And the real problem here is clearly that people don't agree with my personal idealized vision of what love is. So you need to listen to me. Real love is a good thing for everyone involved. okay? Real love is overwhelming. Real love is found in the scent of her clothing that you stole from her hamper when she wasn't in the room. Real love is when you look up someone else's username to find their old accounts when they were less good at opsec. Real love is global positioning systems and chains and zipties and drugs that dissolve in drinks. Real love sometimes feels disgusting and makes you throw up when you think about it but that's because you weren't embracing it enough. Real love is an intrusion in your mind by something that feels external that empties you out and replaces you with something better. Real love is the red dripping from scratches she left in you. Real love leaves you hollows out and crying yourself to sleep because you lost the only thing that made you feel it. Real love is scheming and planning and plotting to make things better. Okay?

[pokeballvictim]

Rapist POV ask:

As a girl who rapes her girlfriend regularly… (holds for applause…) for me it’s definitely a desirability thing.

Like obviously if you’re on the receiving end you’re so unambiguously wanted that this person will be so animalistic and violent and obsessive that they’ll truly hurt you to have you and keep you.

But for the girl doing the deed it’s like… not only am I making this poor thing sob and panic and scream and beg and feel her lose all control, like that’s exciting and all… but on top of that she is not even going to run away from me after all this. She’s not going to leave me. I have her. She’s fucking mine.

Because I showed her the ugliest and most horrific side of me. I committed atrocious and irredeemable crimes against her person. The type of shit that would validate the bigotry of pearl-clutching suburban moms and republican lawmakers…

And she came from it. She came from me violating her to her core. I beat her and maimed her. I sucked every bit of humanity out of her. I literally made her bark like a dog and beg for “puppies” and made her thank me for raping them into her. I bruised her and drew blood and left marks that are humiliating and frightening and will be visible for days or weeks and worry her friends (bonus points for her having to explain that she asked very politely to get those). I’ve humiliated her. I corrupted her. And she still came. She came BECAUSE of that nightmarish shit. And she’s going to beg me to do it again later. And again and again forever.

And wow that is soothing for me and my anxious attachment style, always-apologizing hyper-insecure tranny-ass self. Shit fuck yes I’m a good girlfriend.

(By the way I fucking love your blog)

Holy fuuuuuckk. H-holy fuck. Oh my god. I hate that you just told me this and I have to sit here and read it and just. Go on with my life. Knowing that someone is getting treated like that and I'm not. Someone is out there being forced to beg for puppies and being beaten and coming from it and I'm not. God fucking damn it. Like what else can I say other than this is fucking. Insanely hot. Jesus.

Still, I'm glad you like my blog!

[ace-trainer-alice]

Partially I have to assume the fantasy of angel wings for at least some section of that group must be to give a sufficiently erotic-symbolic explanation for back sensitivity. Sitting on your back and gently running my fingers across the different muscles and listening to how your breathing shifts until I find just the right place to caress to leave you whimpering and moaning. You know how it is.

[tomhoppusdelonge]

sorry for being affectionate it’s just that there was a cool breeze and sun was kissing my skin so soft and my heart is full of flower petals

[roseanned]

we exist for love btw

[xultraviolentlightx]

Can I hook a finger in your mouth and drag you to where I want you?

[butchknot]

rapist's comforting/soothing that quickly gets less genuine and through gritted teeth and cursing as you struggle and refuse- through rough breaths and tearing at clothes, maybe it escalates to a slap or punch– followed by more breathless comforting and apologizing as they finally slip inside of you and get what they want

[butchknot]

"no, no, hey, it's okay-" and they're fighting to pin your arms down and forcing a leg between yours "it's okay, please, i won't hurt you-" nosing at your neck and trying to kiss you and putting their full weight on top of you, shoving a hand between you to paw at your clothes "stop, it's okay, stop- fucking quit it." idk man idk man and if you finally give in (like i said, maybe after a punch or two. some degrading. idk, get creative!) they're vaguely guilty through their bliss, talking about "fuck, baby, isn't that good? s' not that bad, you're doing so good, thank you honey– m' so sorry, it'll be over soon," stroking at your skin and fucking you so deep never bothering to look you in the eyes while they apologize

[vanillaplanifolia]

Sadistic captor who’s done hurting you in all the ways except for sexually and has convinced herself sex will make you feel better. So the careful, tedious wound care and comforting turns into rape. This is what you expected to happen, but then it didn’t. And now it is happening, but she insists it’s not like that at all.

“This is fine, I’m not hurting you anymore. You’ll feel better very soon, just feel good. Shh, I won’t hurt you. I got it all out, relax. The pain will go away. Just remember this, okay? This is good, right?”

But of course you don’t want to remember. She’s being so gentle as if this is just a natural continuation to patching you up and cautiously petting your beaten body to console you. And it’s worse like this. But she insists it’s nothing that compares to the abuse just before.

“Nonono, you’re okay, no more pain. This isn’t bad, this is better. It’s just sex, I’ll make you feel good. I can’t hurt you more, not too much. I’ll make it better. Maybe if I move you into a better position? I don’t want to hurt you more, I’m not hurting you.”

But of course it hurts, you’re covered in marks and blooming bruises all over. Too scared and tight to relax but too weak to resist. She can’t help getting captivated by your whimpers when she brushes on your skin where it’s raw and stings. Fucking you harder like she’s trying to distract herself, desperate to deny herself the pleasure of your pain. That’s not what this is about, the violence is over. Like she’s really trying to just make it go away and needs this to make it better. But of course it won’t.

[vanillaplanifolia]

I miss cumming so hard that I forget to be embarrassed and then get scared I woke up a neighbor

[greenvelvetchaise]

can i come over and eat your face

[liibiil]

want my hands and face to rest on a soft tummy during winter

[spitblossoms]

[spitblossoms]

[liibiil]

tired

[misehry]

sext: i don’t ignore you as much as i ignore other people

[blxxxp]

"Tell me or I'll have to do something even worse." Is an incredible thing to say to a girl.