mental illness 😔

originally this was me trying to speedrun learning how to draw david but you see the direction it went in

wanna be the pet of a polycule where everyone has a possession/ownership kink. Want them to fight over me, one up each other by fucking me better and harder than the last, bring in new and more extreme kinks and toys and punishments so they can be ‘the only one who makes you feel like this’

I love to be groped. You have access to my entire body at all times. Please touch me up, squeeze me, let your hands roam my body whenever you feel like it. I won't say no, if anything I'll beg.

uhh shadowheart hip freckle. if you were wondering.

today i couldn’t stop thinking about how much i love possessive subs. i want to feel a pretty girl holding my arm tighter whenever we’re walking and someone stares at me longer than they should. i want to feel her lips being rougher on my neck while we’re hanging out, that cute furrow on her eyebrows after i “spent too much time talking with someone else”. or when i’m thrusting my strap deep inside her pussy, i want her to beg so desperately for me to say that she’s my girl, that i’ll keep filling her up until she’s marked up with my cum. i just want to see how hard she cums when i moan that she’ll never leave my side.

I think a pervy girl should pin me down and just play with my tits while she tells me all the gross stuff she's gonna do to me, but idk maybe that's just me

phalloplasty dankovsky in hose. that's all.

one of the hottest things about pussy imo is when you get someone so worked up that all you have to do is line up the tip and it pulls you in

like damn, you really were made to take my cock, weren't you baby?

need some good nonsexual pup time

just being held and taken care of, pet and coo’d over, just a sweet puppy that you can’t help but be gentle and soft with..

i see a lot of posts about letting your autistic partner ramble about something while you touch them/give them head/fuck them/whatever, and i approve of that, definitely. 10/10.

but i would like to propose: autistic dom who infodumps to you while they're making you feel good and makes you pay attention to what they're saying the whole time. they're touching you in all the right places, going at just the right rhythm with just the right amount of pressure and it's driving you fucking crazy, all while they're rambling casually about whatever their current interest is like nothing's even happening.

every time you say something small to acknowledge what they're saying, like "mhm", "right", "yeah," or something like that, their movements get a little more intense as a reward for paying attention. but if you get lost in the pleasure and forget to engage with what they're telling you for too long, they go "sorry, are you not listening anymore? alright, i guess I'll stop then." and you have to beg for it if you want them to keep going.

I hate hate hate how kink is often represented as a monolith. For the longest time I thought I didn’t belong in the kink community because I don’t like pain and often pain is what is associated with being kinky. So this is your reminder that pain doesn’t determine kinkiness and you can be just as kinky if you’re not a pain fan❤️

being tied to someone in a way that leaves me physically stuck to them. in their lap with my wrists tied behind their back. arms bound around their leg while i'm knelt at their feet. ankles tied behind their hips while they're on top of me. there's no escaping them even if i wanted to

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Tiddies Tuesday <3

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.