hunted

the limitations of this flesh form are bullshit. gender dysphoria aside, you should be able to break my bones and slam my head into a hard surface until my vision is blurry and I'm too dazed to fight back without lasting consequences

As a society I think we need to talk about micros getting fucked by clits more.

So what if it's rape? Clearly you needed it.

well trained throat not as in “won’t gag on it” but as in “will take it until i vomit on it if you want”

Getting molested when you’re violently high is actually way better when you’re scared. By the way.

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

rape but not just physically, mentally and emotionally too. someone u thought was trustworthy raping u thru a panic attack, forcing u to make eye contact, ignoring ur choked breathing and crying, grinning at u and explaining how they've always wanted to do this, how they triggered u on purpose, forcing more of their bodyweight on u as u continue hyperventilating

do u wanna play snuff film with me

thinking about forced piercings. not just the pain of the piercing as some kind of punishment, but the following days, weeks, months of aftercare and maintenance as the piercing heals. the imposed cleanings, my hands bound so i don’t remove the unwanted jewelry, my whole body bound if i try to agitate it. submitting to the softness of their hands and the idea that they can be gentle when they want to be, matched against the brutality they mete against the rest of me. finally healing enough to change the jewelry, only to start it all over again on the other side or the next spot. 

thinking about forced piercings. not just the pain of the piercing as some kind of punishment, but the following days, weeks, months of aftercare and maintenance as the piercing heals. the imposed cleanings, my hands bound so i don’t remove the unwanted jewelry, my whole body bound if i try to agitate it. submitting to the softness of their hands and the idea that they can be gentle when they want to be, matched against the brutality they mete against the rest of me. finally healing enough to change the jewelry, only to start it all over again on the other side or the next spot. 

thinking about forced piercings. not just the pain of the piercing as some kind of punishment, but the following days, weeks, months of aftercare and maintenance as the piercing heals. the imposed cleanings, my hands bound so i don’t remove the unwanted jewelry, my whole body bound if i try to agitate it. submitting to the softness of their hands and the idea that they can be gentle when they want to be, matched against the brutality they mete against the rest of me. finally healing enough to change the jewelry, only to start it all over again on the other side or the next spot.