#butterflyask

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh

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It makes me deranged how directed you are. How it makes me itch and writhe and want to bite you.

How when I see an ask from you I can't help but physically groan like a starved dog. Fuck you.

I want to cry on the floor before you. Cry in bliss. In frustration. Overstimulated, unable to do anything but whine to be kissed sitting there drenched in drool and blood.

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It's also pretty funny seeing you talk about me on here/in your disc server. I read it all. -⛓️🦋

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I want to pierce your body over and over. Maybe I would start with your tongue, so I could watch you drool blood for the rest of the evening. You'd look so cute, tongue full of needles, panting hot breaths that catch when your tongue spasms and moves causing sharp throbbing pain. I want you to watch me while I patiently press the tip of my knife into your abdomen again and again, only digging it in enough that blood begins to flow from the wound and run over your skin in pretty rivulets before I move to a new spot. I want to see your stomach full of shallow leaking holes that I can press my fingers into, digging and twisting, watching you try not to cry out with your mouth full of needles and blood. I want to shush you, to keep digging my fingers into you and tearing at your flesh while I hush your cries. When I'm done there I'll move around behind you. I'll take a needle at the nape of your neck, pinching the skin so I can slide it just beneath and coming out the other side. I want to repeat this until I have a ladder work of needles, all down your neck, your back, your shoulders and arms. I imagine the more they build the more it will burn and pull and strain, your inflamed flesh pulled tight over the metal. I want to run my fingers over them, feel them under your skin in little ridges. I bet that would leave such pretty scars. Will you try to stay conscious for me while I embroider your thighs? I want to cover them in little threaded hearts that bleed and throb in time with your own heartbeat. I think it would be fun to let them heal with the thread still in your skin, so that I can tear them out later and run my tongue over all the little wounds. -⛓️🦋

I was going to draw something for this but i have the bone aching juice

Instead i want to share it with everyone

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If you spat your blood at me I'd come kiss it out of your mouth and then I'd choke you unconscious. But you'd like that, wouldn't you? -⛓️🦋

Do you have any idea what you do to me...

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I’d chain your wrists and ankles to the same point on the floor behind you, so that you’d be forced to kneel in front of me. Then I’d drug you. Would you be used to the taste of my leather gloves by now, used to the sensation of having pills pushed down your throat? Would you look forward to the taste and feel of them, even as you try to bite and struggle? I bet you’d enjoy feeling that unsteady haze settle over you as the drugs take effect. I want you aware but not able to put up a fight, if you move too much it will be dangerous. I’m going to have to break a few of your ribs, but you can handle that can’t you? I’d do it a bit differently this time. I’d show it to you first; a heavy, sturdy hook that fits nicely in my hand. I’d pierce you with it, sliding it very carefully around one of your ribs. I’d have to be careful, otherwise it would puncture your lung, and I don’t want you bleeding out too early. Once the hook is around your rib I’d start to pull. How would that feel for you, I wonder, the strain from inside as your bones struggle to hold you together? I’d pull until the rib snaps. I want to hear you cry out, I want to enjoy the look on your face when I pull the hook out and you see me move on to the next one. I’d go slowly, breaking them one by one. I’d imagine you’d be huffing and shaking by the time I’m satisfied with my work, blood trailing down your stomach from the holes I left in your chest. Then I’d make a cut between two of your broken ribs. Look me in the eye while I dig my fingers into your wound. I want you to feel your broken bones shift as I move my fingers inside you, pushing and deepening. When I pull those fingers back out, dripping with your blood, would you lick them clean for me? I’d stand up and position myself at your oozing wound, grab you by your hair, and pull your head back so I can watch your face contort as I slowly thrust inside of you. I want to feel your lungs move against me as you suck in a sharp breath, and as I move deeper I want to feel your heartbeat on the head of my cock. It would make me so happy if you let out a pained cry that I could feel all through your chest as I move. Every sound you make, every breath you take, every beat of your heart would bring me pleasure. I want to interrupt your heartbeats with my thrusts, making you so dizzy you can’t think. When I finish and paint your heart with my fluids your rapid heartbeat would quickly mix them in with your blood. I’d take my knife and carve one deep line on your arm, and then I’d start moving again. I want to keep going until you have a row of indelible, bloody, aching tally marks down your arm. You can look at the scars later, long after I’ve sewn you up with my cum still inside your chest cavity. -⛓️🦋

My Valentine's day gift from Butterfly :)

This made me insane. This gave me a filthy disease. This put homes in the grey matter that rattles around in my broken skull.

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Show us the asks we want to simp too

I'll show this one I got last night but the one I got this morning is just for me : ) I will treasure it and know that the gentle-ness of it wont last before Im probably going to get my shit kicked in again HAHA

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Aww. You've got a crush? Was something a little soft just what you needed? -⛓️🦋

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