#acidresistant

Your ribs would now be open to me, protecting nothing I could beat them to my complete satisfaction, and marvel at the strange shapes they heal themselves back into. You want to be perfect for me, dont you? The rib cage is a perfect mixture of bone and muscle and cartilage, it has the most satisfying elasticity on impact, and like this my satisfaction no longer risks your life.

Fuck, I could press my fingers into your intercostal muscle, feel them twitching and spasming, I could wrench at your ribs and reset them from the outside. I could burrow and curl my fingers into so many parts of you, I would always have somewhere else to violate whilst you heal.

Hi, I'm Ira/SIKs. This blog is a horrible place for me to be horrible. Pronouns she/it, I am a weird pervert bug and a giant inscrutable scrapyard, hypothetically in my 20s. Expect posts to oscillate from horny to depressed. I have another blog for serious/important things so that won't be here. Kinks and anything else not tagged other than as described below:

Tagsplanation:

#scrapkisses <- Things Ive reblogged without adding or responding to

#iron_encroachment <- Things Im responding to

#scrapyard_runoff <- my own posts

#rustfree <- excludes hornyposting

#acidresistant <- Excludes mental health posting

I want to be the pathetic, puppy-eyed creature in the corner that's beat instead of the pure and pristine princess when she misbehaves.

I want to be used as a punishment, as contrast. To show how polite and nice someone is being, how delicate and kind they are being, they let the horrible creature they keep around play with their partner.

Being reduced to a demonstration piece, a walking and breathing example of someone's art, a catalogue that you can point to and say "like what you did to it here".

Or just to be used as a living practice doll,of how hard and where you can hit, so you can practice on something that isn't so important.