totally innocent (18+) blog

intox my beloved why am i not sitting in someone's lap all fuzzy and out of it from being so fucking high while they grope me wtf

the idea of biting at someones shoulder while their fingers or cock slams in n outta me and i’m drooling and whining and humping whike im crying and

strugglefucking is so fun, like yea show me how much bigger and stronger you are than me, show me how easily you can hold me down despite all my kicking and screaming. Put your hand over my mouth n tell me to shut up and take it because I’m weak, weaker than you, and this is my place. muffle my sobs as they devolve into whimpers, until all the fight leaves me, til I wear myself out and have no choice but to be used

desperately wanna be yapping about something for waayyy too long but then you start petting my hair and i immediately stop speaking and push up into your hand. i immediately relax into you and lay my head on your lap. you ask me what i was talking about again and i just mumble something incoherent…

Say “Look what I taught my puppy to do,” to a room full of your friends before making me deepthroat your cock

kidnapping that feels like when you're small and fall asleep in the back seat of the car. hazy, gentle, fragmented memories of being carried from one place to the next. waking up in clean pajamas in an unfamiliar, but cozy, room. soft blankets piled around you like a cocoon.. so dreamlike and warm that you hardly notice the cuff around your ankle <3

the idea of teasing someone with the tip of my cock, having them ass up for me, waiting to be fucked. leaning over their worthless body so my dick presses against their hole, whispering how much of a slut they are. having them say my name over and over just begging for me to tear them apart, making them describe what they want done to them. laughing at them and teasing them for being so pathetic. mid beg, i shove myself into them, folding over their hips and holding their head down as they scream my name

Every morning in the torture dungeon, the torturer (love your job and you’ll never work a day in your life) goes around greeting his victims with, “wakey wakey begs and achey.”

i love yappers. they sound even prettier fingers shoved down their throat.

“apologize for making me do this to you” ꩜_꩜

puppy needs to be muzzled, restrained, and edged mercilessly until their mind is broken and they can only think pathetic dog thoughts