#traumakink

[feral-snow-fairy]

"It never matters what bra size you buy, your tits are always trying to escape. But fuck do I love when they're pushed up like this."

- Ex boyfriend describing the fact that my tits never seem to enjoy being caged during the days.

[punktranny2000]

Hello sexy person grinding on my sh scars when?!? Cumming on my scars and even making new ones for new textures for you to use. Pleaseeee…..

[twistedcuckquean]

I don’t just want to be replaced.

I want to **earn** it.

I want to be the reason he leaves.

I want him to look at me and see every flaw I already hate: the saggy tits, the stretch marks, the loose, sloppy cunt that can’t keep him hard, the desperate clingy messages, the way I cry when he goes silent, the way I rub myself raw to the thought of him fucking someone better.

I want him to say it to my face:

“You’re too disgusting to stay hard for.

Your pussy feels like nothing.

I have to think of her just to finish.

You’re not worth breeding.

You’re not worth keeping.

You’re just the sad, broken thing I settled for until I found someone who actually deserves me.”

I want to thank him while he says it.

I want to thank him while he packs his things.

I want to thank him while he kisses her goodbye on our couch.

I want to thank him while I watch him fuck her in our bed, watch him cum in her, watch him tell her she’s going to be the mother of his children.

I want to thank her for taking what I never deserved.

I punish myself every day for not being enough.

I freeze my cunt with mint lube until it burns so I can feel what I deserve.

I slap my clit until it stings so I can feel the pain I’ve earned.

I edge for hours without cumming because I don’t deserve release.

I whisper “thank you for leaving me” while I rub because I know it’s coming.

I cum to the thought of being left, being replaced, being erased — and then I hate myself for cumming at all.

I hate that my body still betrays me with pleasure when all I should feel is shame.

I want him to breed her.

I want her belly to grow while mine stays flat and useless.

I want to be the dried-up ex who still begs to suck him off when he comes home from her, who still touches herself to the memory of him choosing her, loving her, building a life with her while I rot alone.

I want him to leave me so completely that I have nothing left but the shame.

I want to be the cautionary tale he tells his new wife:

“She was so pathetic she came to the thought of me leaving her.

She thanked me for it.

She thanked you for taking me.”

I hate myself for wanting this.

I hate that I’m wet right now typing it.

I hate that I’m going to cum to this post the second I hit publish.

I hate that I’ll thank the orgasm for hurting me.

But I will.

Because this is what I deserve.

This is what I’ve always deserved.

To be the leftover hole.

To be the sad, broken cuck who punishes herself for not being enough.

To be the girl who cums to her own destruction and thanks the women who destroy her.

If you’re reading this and you’re the kind of woman he’d choose — take him.

Fuck him.

Breed him.

Love him.

Make him forget I ever existed.

I’ll be here, rubbing my disgusting pussy, thanking you for putting me out of my misery.

[depravedyke]

Still looking for tboy rape stories? Because mine aren't as bad and you might not even call them rape really. But I have two if you want

One of them (the more harmless one) is that a friend of mine, while we were in school together in our last year, just straight up groped my crotch in the hallway. I had been wearing a packer for the first time and she just grabbed it. And then, her fingers were essentially below it and were rubbing against my cunt through my pants. I still think about what it would've been like if she hadn't stopped and laughed. What if she had continued to want to touch my cunnie without asking

i love this so much. her rubbing on your girl cunt through your clothes. it’s a form of dominance. a type of humiliation. she’s reminding you of what you are. i want to hear the next one

[ickymomlover]

Nothing triggers me more than the thought of fucking my mom with my strap on. Forcing her down on to her hands and knees and pushing my big thick strap deep into her pussy. Hearing her moan as I stretch her out.

Hnnnggg need to fuck mommy so bad

[loladoe]

more cuntboys in microbikinis nowww !!

[feral-snow-fairy]

~ Do I look pretty on my knees, sir? ~

[wintertraumaposting]

Finding a broken doll still trying to fulfil its purpose in an abandoned building, despite the roof caving in and its Creator clearly being long, long gone (though it informs you it is sure they will be back soon if you'd care to wait).

Building up trust with it over weeks. Giving minor repairs. Helping clarify tasks. Bringing it some comfort items.

Reading through its Creator's tattered diaries that still lie untouched on their immaculately clean desk. Finding out the Creator had no choice but to leave, and deeply regretted it.

Eventually telling the doll that its Creator would like it to come and stay with you for a while. All of your other arguments failed, but this seems to convince it. You think it knows, deep down, they're not coming back, but it's a good doll that would never abandon its post.

If it's what its Creator wants, though, that's a different story. Maybe with enough time the wound will heal enough for it to accept the loss. For now, a comforting lie is good enough.

Getting it home and settled is a painfully slow process. It does everything it can to hide its anxiety, often throwing itself into duties it isn't ready for. But with enough time and care, it settles in.

At first, it often asks when its Creator will be coming to collect it. Those questions become rarer the happier it seems, however.

The doll has purpose again. It has duties and tasks to perform. It has someone to instruct it and orders to follow. Someone who takes care to fix its damaged form. Someone who makes it feel useful.

Someone who doesn't abandon it.