unkillable necromancer according to tumblr. if you cannot understand the concept of playing pretend then i cannot help you. 23, paraphile you want to join my discord server so bad
Kink is a wonderful magical force in the universe because you can call someone "the prettiest piece of furniture I own" unironically and they'll blush and smile and hearts will appear above their head.
Twin brothers who get their pacis taken away and spend the whole day looking for something else to soothe them before eventually figuring out their little t cocks work just the same
Weird long time fantasy time, object insertion but you're able to press things past your cervix and leave them inside you.
Like maybe getting a little too over zealous fucking fake eggs into you and a few manage to pop past your cervix now that it's been softened by orgasam after orgasam. Leaving them resting heavily in your unprepared womb until you're able to convince your body to push them out.
Being tied down and having your cervix lossened with unwilling pleasure before having your captors shove objects like baseballs up into your womb until your belly is stretched with them, heavy round and uncomfortable under your skin with their round shapes visible pressed against your skin.
'Practice Pregnancy' carrying a heavy silicone doll inside you, remembering how someone got it inside you and unable to decide if it will be better or worse coming out.
object insertion never gets old. yeah, i could stuff you with a cock, or a strap, or my fingers, but i want to see what else is around. i’m always looking out for things to stuff in you, a one track mine for stretching your pussy out.
make you describe how the ridges on this water bottle feel from the inside. see your limits, how wide you can get stretched out, seeing the inside of your worthless cunt through the bottom of a wine bottle. or maybe seeing how deep into you i can go with a baseball bat.
always more and more, making you describe every sensation.
i want to have put so much up you that you see the world through a filter, imagining how it would feel in your pussy before you remember what the object does. show me your favorite results.
A robot thats purpose is to keep you happy. It learns that you're happiest while fucking yourself with a vibrator or new dildo you've picked out. So it simply ties you down and keeps you in a never ending ecstasy of bliss.
fucked that boobs arent (usually) erogenous enough to make ppl cum by fucking them. thats messed up. i should be able to fuck a girls tits for hours and just make her cum over and over again, itd be literally the best! i want some cute girls to get all flushed and needy and beg to give me a tiddyfuck
it's kinda awesome how chickens lay eggs almost every day. we took this creature that lays like ten eggs a year and exposed it to fetish rays and now it lays a couple hundred eggs a year. could you imagine how that must feel.
The other girl in the basement has more chain, and never talks to you. You tried, of course, when you first woke up shackled to the wall. Screamed at her until you went hoarse. You didn't have enough leash to get anywhere near her, or do anything besides lay down. She went about her day, cycling between calisthenics and reading a stack of books next to her nest of cushions. She was probably in her late thirties, and must have been a fitness nut before this.
The captor, because she never gave you any other name, never interacts with her in front of you. She's younger, and talks absentmindedly, but rarely seems to expect or want an answer.
Once every day, she comes downstairs with cattle prod and hood in hand, and takes you from the claustrophobic basement up the stairs, right turn, five paces, into another windowless room. It has only a treadmill and a chair. You refused, at first, and learned exactly how badly a cattle prod hurt. You swore to never eat meat again after your escape.
The captor demands nothing else of you, and answers no questions. She takes the other girl at different times, for far longer, and she returns with deep bruises, sometimes bloodied. You try to be grateful.
Each day you run, as fast as you can, for however long she makes you. The pace ticks up, day over day, and your heart rate settles into a comfortable spot. What had once left you gasping and pleading to stop, spurred on only by violent threats, is now an easy jog.
You couldn't say how long it had been, the day the routine changed. The captor took the other girl, and then came down again for you. Up the stairs, left turn, ten paces, down two short steps and… a breeze?
The hood comes off, and you're outside. It is late afternoon, and you furiously blink away tears. Your prison sits in a small clearing, a cabin with woods sprawling on every side of it. The air, fresh after so long, is thick with pine and so delightfully green.
The other girl is there too - without restraints. Standing, tight as a whip, staring into the woods.
The captor gestures to the treeline.
"Run. You get a five minute head start."
The words take a moment to register. You're weightless, giddy. You have no bearing, but you loved the woods as a child, and the captor does not seem dressed for the chase at all, in a long dressing gown and slippers. You bolt into the trees, the taste of freedom on your lips.
At a hundred yards, you realize the other girl did not start running with you. She had not been staring at the trees. She was waiting, impatiently. The realization sinks like a stone in your stomach, but you press on. Brush whips at your legs, leaving stinging cuts.
You hear her start. The first sound you've ever heard her make, an awful, baying howling. And then deathly silence, in comparison to your clumsy fleeing.
That's the problem with an exotic pet, you know. It needs live prey.
got my tits out at a party last night and everyone was crowding around to touch them and exclaiming "oh my god they're so soft and nice" and ppl were putting their faces in them and oh my god chat actual highlight of my life
transmasc best friend who's been confiding in you for years about his identity while you've acted supportive but now today he's going to an appointment to start going on T and you can't have that so you show up at his house before he leaves and pin him down and rape him because if he's carrying your babies he'll HAVE to stay curvy and fem just like you like him!!
-needy bottoms lifting their tails to expose their holes like animals in heat
-shy bottoms covering their holes with their tails so you can move it aside
-grabbing them at the base of the tail to hold them still while you fuck them
-wrapping your tail around them in public as an act of ownership
- wrapping your tail around their head while they go down on you to keep them in place (especially if you're doing something unrelated with your hands)
-needy subs who's tails get twitchy when they're horny
am i the only person that's noted a sudden uptick in just being a cunt about people w detrans kinks from porn blogs? if you have rape kink you post regularly about you gotta understand you are literally two sides of the same coin. your fetishization of oppressive social dynamics and consent violation is no more pure and holy than someone else doing the same thing in a different way
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