Y’know I’m Not Really Surprised

Currently fantasizing about someone sitting me down in front of a metronome holding me close as I watch the pendulum tick and swing. Wrapping their arms around me gently whispering hypnotic suggestions in my ears as I get all sleepy and dazed, helpless to resist their hypnotic control 💕

wanting someone to do the most disgusting, deprived things to me but also being too shy to say anything don’t go well together 🫠

men and minors dni

I love mean women. I love cruel women. I love violent women. I love vile women. I love spiteful women. I love angry women. I love evil women. I love women who hit me. I love women who hate me. I love women who use me for their own pleasure. I love women who will leave me in a puddle of my own blood, vomit, and tears. I love women who want me dead. I love women who tell me they fantasised about snuffing me out while I confessed my love to her.

Look, i get it, i too wish i could pledge my undying loyalty and obedience even unto death to an overwhelming power who will, in exchange, feed me, house me, and mold my mind and body to shape their needs, even risking my life for their own gain, but i need that someone to be a hot older tgirl, not the us military.

Low-key the idea of an asshole perv butch has been killing me recently. Like. Manspreads so much that their knee always has some form of contact with my leg. Ogles me with zero shame or excuse, doesn’t look away when I catch them. Slaps my ass and squeezes my tits whenever they want to cop a feel. Calls me dollface and sugar tits and any other objectifying nicknames they can think of that I probably shouldn’t like but will anyway. Always having an arm slung around my shoulders or their hand on my lower back, or dragging me by my hand so they don’t lose me while we walk, because they want everyone to know I’m theirs. Drags me into whatever alley they want whenever they please to press me again the wall and take a kiss. Leans into my ear from behind and tells me whatever dirty thought is in their mind no matter where we are. Texts me all the time to tell me (not ask) to send a picture of my boobs or of whatever panties I’m wearing. Means it when they say cringy shit like “without me?” when I say I need to shower. Refers to themself as Daddy casually and unironically. Calls me “the Mrs”. Wakes me up in the morning with a hand groping me and their hips grinding into my ass. Takes me wherever and whenever they wants and claims a piece of my underwear as their “souvenir”. Ruffles my hair condescendingly. Buys me drink after drink because they know that I’m more pliable drunk and they can take care of me however they want.

They also have a cliche sweet side that only I know about, but I’m tired so I’ll detail that another day maybe

i act like the biggest brat but one firm glance, and a hand in my hair and oh look, im on the floor in a puddle.

to the person reading this, even though I don't literally know who you are, I am proud of you. I am certain you've done many things that are worth praise, all the times you've positively impacted people, all of the challenges you've overcome, even just surviving day to day while carving your place in the world is deserving of praise. it can be easy to slip into a spiral of negative emotions, but I know there are things in your life that you can be proud of. I think it's good to celebrate those things

I wish I had robotic limbs

Just the thought of someone forcefully ripping my arms off and leaving me at their mercy is a dream I need to become reality

man with horns >>>>>>

daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.

in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.