This Breakdown Isn't Even Livebloggable

Horny Transexual Sideblog 30s what's a tran supposed to do during a life crisis now they've shut down craigslist personals they/fae

[quickf09969-deactivated20251106]

Your fucked up fantasies are safe with me (I'll jerk off to them and make you worse)

[pillboxprincess]

sorry i purred when i saw ur bulge you still wanna fuck me until im unconscious right

[bjuglee]

i so sincerely and desperately need spooning that turns into groping that turns into being fucked prone bone that turns back into spooning

[mama-waterlily]

fuck the mouth that bites you

[gazeldhazel]

nerdy tgirl pussy will change your life and save the world

[gazeldhazel]

shes going to talk about the dorkiest shit while you rub her pussy over her panties and she's not going to stop even when you're shoving her face in a pillow as you fuck her into the mattress

[uncollaredeevee]

normal normal girls spend hours lying in bed fantasising about getting raped by an older woman it calls mom

[ace-trainer-alice]

It's really fun to tease and play with someone who doesn't "know how to sub" because I get to be really predatory and weird about it. Touching you in places you're not entirely comfortable with and briefly pausing to say in an 'out-of-scene' voice that 'this is when you say 'please''. Gently coaxing you into more and more and slowly pushing your boundaries towards deeper and deeper acts of submission. And this is what you wanted, right? To learn, to grow, to change. I mean, I only really know what *I* like, so it's natural you'd end up fitting my tastes so perfectly. Don't worry, I'd like to think I'm a good teacher.

[muskbunny]

whining out an "i'm scared" while you're raping me. making me repeat it louder and louder like it's your name, until i'm ugly sobbing

[gingik]

Sucking off a girl under her skirt must feel good as fuck

[valtsv]

we really have to hand it to bruises for being easy to acquire, fun to touch, usually relatively harmless, and capable of turning a variety of pretty colours as they cycle through the stages of their life cycle from birth to death. they do so much for us. and even more if you're a bit of a pervert about it.

[hound-mother]

“you’re the only person i would feel safe trying this with” mmmhppfngmmgofmgmmmppppphhhhhmmmmgggmmmmm

[growlingven]

Scary dom girls deserve to be the little spoon

[growlingven]

They also get to wiggle their ass against you and sigh comfortably and tell you to hold them tighter

[growlingven]

You have to hold them tighter when they ask. Not because they’re ordering you to. But because even scary dom girls get chilly and want you to warm them up. Because scary dom girls want to feel safe. Because you can make them feel safe. So you gotta. You gotta hold your scary dom girl and kiss their neck a bit and say that you’re so glad you get to hold them like this. And that they can always ask you for anything. Not just because they’re always so good to you or because you’re always going to obey them but because you love eachother okay?

[theghostofjayne]

rapist who makes you tell them you love them even though you’re sobbing and begging them to stop

[cxntpxppy]

crying into the pillow “please stop, please please stop, i’m scared” & feeling them fuck me even harder

[in-vtero]

lick that girls soft dick until she doesnt cum but had a good time! and she falls asleep! (she has trouble sleeping)

[puppygirllaika]

on a road trip with my gf and driving through the desert with no one else around when she pulls over to the side of the road and says "give me a blowjob or i'll leave you here." There's no other cars on the road, no shade or shelter in eyesight, leaving me here could very well be a death sentence. I love giving blowjobs, she knows that. She knows i would've done it anyway, that there's no need for the threat. and sure, on some level, I know she would never actually leave me for dead, though she might kick me out and drive off, leaving for just long enough to make me start to panic that she's really not comming back before she does. but something about the threat... something about the reality of the situation, the fact that no one knows where i am, that no one drives this old highway, that no one would save me, and that i'm far too far from anyone else to save myself.....

it's a quick, simple, and obedient blowjob, with me sprawled across the old trucks bench seat, quietly sucking her off between her soft belly and the hard plastic steering wheel. She says nothing, as she cums down my throat, and a minute later tucks her cock back into her jeans and keeps driving. we never talk about it again, but for days after, as we fuck in tents, in the the car, in dingy motel rooms across the western US, the threat of being abandoned on any of the hundreds of miles of uninhabited highway we drive through the week will never fully leave my mind.

[unproblematicmom]

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