Everything About My Presence Is Intended To Make You Feel Predatory And/or Sadistic Urges

If you’re trying to breed me and I’m flinching because you’re going too deep, pull me all the way down on your cock and hold me there while you cum. If it hurts it just means you’re in deep enough to give me a good chance of getting pregnant with your baby. I don’t care if I’m begging you to stop, if I mean it, you’ll know. Safe words are there for a reason. When I have an egg waiting to be fertilized, I’m no more cognizant than a bitch in heat, I need you to take control of me. I’m too feral to make my own decisions, I need you to quell the heat inside me with the conception of our child. Impregnate me, shove your cock right up against my cervix hard and don’t let me pull away. You need to spill your seed as deeply as possible, even if I’m squirming and whining at the pain of your hot cum being forced into my cervix. I’ll be grateful for the pain soon enough when my belly starts to round out with the new life you put inside me.

More ppl should be telling me what a brainless, gropable, cocksucking whore i am tbh. Remind me I'm just a nice easy fuck, cuz sometimes I start to think I'm a person

I feel so babied today, mummy came on my face and cleaned me up very gently with a wash cloth and told me im her little handsome man

Gnawing on my leash I am so well behaved I am being good I am a good boy I am not going to bite someone for attention I am not. I am not.

In my head rn I am lounging in boxers looking so masc

In reality I own no boxers and I am squishy in a femme way

“go on baby, do it. mark your territory” while pounding them to the point of pissing on my cock <3

Sizing up how easy you'll take the bottle after

It/he/she, no minors

The thing about dad forcing himself on you is that you have to think about all the memories it'll taint. The strong, gentle hands that taught you how to ride a bike. The rough voice that used to comfort you when you scraped your knee. The chest you used to lay your head on.

Now here you are. Those same hands are bruising your wrists as she holds you down, that voice is hoarsely apologizing in your ear, that firm chest is in your face as your lil body bounces with each thrust. All you can think about is that tomorrow you'll be sitting at the same breakfast table you've always shared breakfast at and you'll just have to ignore the ache between your legs.

the concept of being "broken in" is so hot like you're gonna fuck me or hurt me so aggressively and with such little concern for my body that you permanently make me more compliant and submissive?

yes fucking please

daddy holding my legs open wide so mommy can sit between them, rubbing her fingers softly over my cunt and tdick, getting me all wet and squirmy, telling me i’m gonna look so pretty when she makes a big kid out of me, before she takes her big, knotted dildo, and begins to force it into my dry, unprepped asshole

daddy holding me down, telling me to shut up, stop crying, mommy was so nice to touch me and now i’m complaining because mommy wants to feel good? big kids take what mommy and daddy give them.