Victimgirl Who Tries To Break Out And Run Away X Winter Breed Guard Dog Puppygirl Who Just Pins Her Down

no, yeah i'm into some suuuper freaky stuff like my biggest kink is this thing called being desired, being yearned after, being wanted

yuo heard of it?

destroy your robot girlfriend, shred her wires and fry her boards.

and when you get replacements, include subtle changes: wires in her favorite colors, and silkscreen sweet affirmations on her new pcbs: “worth of love” and “behold, i am a mechanical beauty.”

and the next time she feels down, show her: show her the messages you left for her, those things you believe about her that she now carries with her.

and if one of those messages happens to label a set of jumpers as “bridge these to make me cum”, well — you will not forget which ones it is next time

Why am I fucking hardwired to crave negative attention more than positive attention? I get so giddy thinking about purposefully angering girls so they’d take their frustration out on me. I need a girl to be disappointed and yell at me right now; that sounds good. I want her to beat me until I’m bloody and bruised.

Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

bioluminescent ovipositor 🤤

no one understands how fucking hungry i am for pussy rn

my mouth is watering just thinking about it: tight, loose. smooth, hairy. girl pussy, boy pussy. dry, wet, full of cum or lube or whatever. ovulating. period blood. i don't fucking care. all pussy is equal and i want a taste of every single kind.

I love bruises from sex. I love when my holes are sore from taking cock. I love when my jaw hurts from sucking them off. I love the ache in my muscles the next day. I love all the little reminders that remain after they’ve used me, the way they’ve imprinted themselves on my body in a way I get to feel for days afterwards.

reblog to tell the person you reblogged this from that what they create is wonderful

what I'd give to be sitting in a pretty someone's lap with a vibrator tied to my clit, bouncing on her strap while she plays w my hair and tells me that I can take more 🥴

Me stumbling across a wild trans girl: "Oh, hey there."

Her: Hisses

Me: Calmly holds out my bio so she can smell the pronouns. "I write monster TF fiction."

Her: immediately starts meowing loudly for food.