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Sleepy cuddles and groping that turns into forcefully breeding you at 3am because you're just too fucking hot for me to wait until morning to use you.

Always been a fan of free use cnc. Just walk in and use her no matter where she is. Making food, taking a shower, doing the dishes, sleeping. Anywhere I see fit. And anytime I desire her holes. Abusing her and using her to my heart's content

wearing his hoodie and thinking “holy shit i need to suck his dick and hear him moan and then beg him to fuck me so i can feel him inside me so goddamn bad” because i’m surrounded by his scent and it sends me into active heat like a stupid dog

I know for a fact Jareth’s room is fucking messy, it’s messy in a Howl Pendragon way but also if like rococo period lace and drapery threw up everywhere as well as like some shiny things and glitter. It’s like a 18th century prince bachelor pad.

There’s lit candles everywhere where it’s probably a serious fire hazard, he has a writing desk filled with half finished letters and paperwork and ink-splatted paper, quills, and inkwells. He’s both too lazy and too entitled to really clean or organize anything. There’s a bunch of broken furniture and shit in a corner collecting cobwebs and he won’t throw it away or anything. you cannot see the floor.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

i’m insane but at least i got pretty eyes

how am i supposed to bounce on it when my back hurts. my knees hurt

"You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain."

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

Apologetic rough cnc has me in a feral mood.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you like this baby, I just couldn't stand looking at you anymore. I had to know what your hole feels like. You're just too fucking pretty. I can't help it. It'll be over soon. I promise. Keep crying, god it's making me so fucking hard. I know it hurts, I can't stop, you're just so fucking tight. Please don't stop crying, I'm so fucking close baby. I know it hurts, you'll be okay darling. Your tears make me so fucking hard. I love hurting you so much. God, you're so fucking pretty."