Fun Fact I Learned Whilst Researching For Werewolf Porn: Wolf Vaginas Also Have Knots

The 5 love languages of monster fucker:

Understanding someone so different from yourself

Loving the unlovable

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Being turned on and afraid

Freaky inhuman sex

i will admit i have looked upon men with a lustful gaze in my time

I want you to know I love and care about y'all and am deeply sorry and disturbed about how the u.s. election turned out.

I love those of you who are immigrants, trans, POC, non-binary, gender fluid, gay, bi, pan, two-spirit, gender nonconforming, intersex, disabled, unhoused, struggling with addiction, mental health, bad home life, abuse, SA survivors, childfree, women, people who can get pregnant, and anyone who doesn't fit sick fascist ideals. And I Iove all of you who love them. You're all special and I value you.

We have 2.5 months until inauguration. I understand the sense of dread, and I feel it too. Even if I don't feel hopeful, I'm staying open to the possibility of hope. We need it. Maybe we need anger, too. These things can coexist.

Let's be kind to ourselves rn. You deserve kindness. No judgment if you have a history of self destructive behavior. I've been there. Terrible events don't have to derail us. We persist in spite of them. I'm proud of you for hanging in there and finding healthy ways to cope right now.

I always want this blog to be a safe space. I block liberally. I won't allow judgmental comments on posts or debate in my asks.

Need an appearance from your favorite morally dubious or murderous man? Currently open to requests for blurbs/microfics. See pinned post.

What do you mean I shouldn’t wear a collar because i’m a dom? How else is everyone going to know we’re together if we’re not matching hmm? What else is my puppy gonna hold onto when they’re braindead and crying from me rutting another litter deeper into them with my knot huh? Sounds like a lot more reasons to get one than not if you ask me.

mechanic!simon riley headcanons

mechanic!simon riley who swore he fell in love with you the minute you walked in the shop, your eyes wide but your expression serious. his usual customers are on the older side and always men who are too insufficient to fix a car on their own, so you were the perfect change of pace.

mechanic!simon riley who knew as a woman you were highly likely to get ripped off by other mechanics, so he was glad you came to his shop. he makes sure to offer you water and some light snacks. he doesn't do that with his other customers, but you're an exception.

mechanic!simon riley who thought it was hot when you got straight to the point before he could even introduce himself. you already diagnosed your car before you came because like simon, you knew how you could get scammed in repair shops. you nodded when he asked if you knew a lot about cars and he replied with, "a woman after my own heart."

mechanic!simon riley who is already wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, but rolls up the sleeves to his shoulders so you could get a view of just how huge his biceps were. it doesn't help your temptation when you see that his tattoo sleeve in fact does continue up until his shoulder.

mechanic!simon riley who on purpose makes sure his t-shirt lifts a little bit higher than usual while he's working on your undercarriage. he's lying down under the car, and makes sure to extend his arms higher so he can tease the gorgeous combination that is his happy trail, abs, and v-line to you.

mechanic!simon riley who drains the oil in your car on purpose while he's working on it just enough so that you have to come back a second time and so that he has an excuse to see your gorgeous self again.

mechanic!simon riley who doesn't let you pay for any of the repairs you needed. he reasoned with you saying you had enough trouble driving the car to the shop as it was, and doesn't want to add on to it.

(idk)

This is a work in progress, but after cleaning, I got bored and started a new project.

I should have known that being an artist and having that mix with my current Simon riley Brain Rot would end in my downfall.

But for real, though, this is already looking so cool, and I have yet to paint it and attach it to a balaclava.

Anyway enjoy my hoes ❤️❤️

I need an insatiable monster to fuck me until I cum more times than I thought possible and pass out. I need them to still be fucking me when I wake up again.

The crux of the anti trans movement is a war on bodily autonomy. They don't want you to have any agency over what you look like, how you dress, who you date, whether to have kids, etc.

They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.

Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility. Our rights are your rights. Our destruction is your destruction.

tested positive for wanting to be drowned in kisses and affection

That's some dark romance novel material right there

Ever since tumblr made me into a dog dom, marking someone with my scent without them knowing it has been heavy on my mind.

Stalking and sneaking through a pretty bunny’s window when they so stupidity left it open for someone like me to come in and violate their pretty holes. Covering their precious body with bruises and bites as a reminder for the next day while rutting load after load into whichever little hole I mold around my cock first. Their face held down in their pillows the whole time so the only thing they have to hold onto is my smell when they’re fighting to get any type of air.

This happens night and night again, each time making them more desperate and eager to feel my weight against them when night comes until I just stop showing up one day. They try to forget and play it off as nothing as time passes until they happen to catch my scent walking one day. It would be so cute to see how fast their little body would turn and follow me into some alley without second thought. Watching how easily their dumb mind switches off when I pull them by their hair and pin them to the wall with my scent surrounding them again, eyes all dazed and not a single thought behind them.

Seeing them almost stupidly finding comfort in it while begging so pathetically to be used again, I just have to throw them over my shoulder and take them home with me as my personal little breeding bitch to break in.