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acatnamedafteradog

Fluffy bunny tummy by Sparrowl on Twitter

o-fantasma

babe are you okay you reblogged Fluffy bunny tummy by Sparrowl on Twitter again

mydogtige

"Belly button attack" art by kinsei_3

deadeyed-dykething

toxic lesbian tank crew in some sort of post-apocalyptic scenario. three sweaty, stressed, desperate women trapped in the claustrophobic guts of a complex heavy machine, upon which they're dependent for survival, which they have to constantly maintain, keep fed with oil and ammunition and fuel. forced to scavenge for supplies, feeling so exposed and diminished when one or more have to venture out of the tank. cut off from everyone else, forced to be self-sufficient, complex and poisonous relationship dynamics always threatening to boil over, but they also have to work together perfectly to crew their machine and survive.

also i really can't stress enough how sweaty they are

ijwt-art

All tuckered out

comandanciageneral

transfem-monarchist-laura-rolla

also just so we're clear on what kind of manga this is, this is followed by the other girls forcing misora to show off her own in solidarity

hyenagirlpenis

There is something really good about collapsing into sobbing and pleading until you realize there's nothing you can do to stop it, so your captor doesn't even need to beat you into submission anymore. You just lie there gasping and weeping in their arms as they comfort you, weak and fading. The "please no no no" becomes broken silence, gazing up at them, maybe clutching at their arm for a scrap of comfort as it happens.

hyenagirlpenis

This is normally like a snuff thing but it should be applied to many more settings. It's a delicious flavor of forced orgasm, leaving time between accepting you can't fight it anymore and it actually slamming into you. That endless moment of agonizing dread, suspended in despair and anticipation, cringing in pain and disgust. You'd almost prefer to just cum and it to be over with but even that mercy you're denied. You must wait to suffer.

hyenagirlpenis

Obviously there's also forced intox. There's nothing like realizing you're coming up and helpless to do a damn thing about it. You can panic, scream, sob, bite and scratch, tell them how much you hate them, but it's inevitable. You'll be weak on the ground soon, too dizzy to fight, too confused to argue. This is where brain breaking can come in! They can mind fuck you and turn you into something else inside, and all you can do is watch ❤️

hyenagirlpenis

I need to torture someone right now. Like right fucking now. I need to break someone down into their constituent components and wring every last drop of hope out of them, and then I'll play with their broken body until my heart's content. Every flinch and whimper is totally reflexive, and it feeds me. Don't you want that for me? Don't you want to be useful?

heydocverdant

robot anatomy (pt 1)

heydocverdant

robot anatomy (pt 2)

average-transfem-robotgirl

>It's okay to [ANALYZE] a girl's chest [CASING] in public, trust me. [^_^]

vvisti

monstyrgyrl

saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock

morbidblooduse

using a remote controlled vibrator on a femme while we’re out for dinner, having to order for her because she can’t make it through a single sentence without stumbling over her words. teasing her by turning it all the way up, waiting until i know she’s close, and turning it back off again just so i can listen to her whine and beg for me to let her cum

“look at you, poor thing, getting all worked up for me in front of all these people”

mocking her with faux sympathy knowing that she’s sat there trying not to make a mess on her chair because she can’t stop grinding down on it

gentle-sadist2

Structure feels different when it comes from the right person. Less like control. More like relief. Eat something. Drink water. Put the phone down. Go to bed. Breathe. Simple things. Quiet things. The kind that make your body realize nobody is trying to own you. Someone is just paying attention where everyone else got lazy.