#cherry.txt

keep thinking about them apologizing as they fuck me rougher than usual. "I know, baby, I know...please forgive me, I needed this." as they rut into me hard and fast. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry please don't ask me to stop...I know I'm sorry." knowing they might not be able to stop themself if I ask. "fuck I know it hurts but you're okay baby...just a little longer." as they put their hand over my mouth so they don't have to listen to my pleas as they take all of their frustration out on me.

aquariums would get sooo much more money if they stopped making all the plushies just sharks and seals and turtles. you can do better. show me the sturgeon. the coelacanth. the trout

Can I come over and give you bite-shaped inner-thigh bruises instead of working?

pussy so german expressionistic it got me walking down this black and white spiral staircase into a matte painting of an oddly jagged cityscape while i hunch over dressed in dance tights

I need you all to understand how insane it is that Mizu literally almost dying and being overpowered by hundreds of men is placed adjacent to when she let herself be intimate with the man who would eventually betray her. The way those scenes were cut was intentional in the way that yeah, Mizu was just reminiscing of her old life in how she became the ‘monster’ she thinks she is, but it’s also how it implies that IT FELT THE SAME TO HER. Being vulnerable has ALWAYS led to life or death ultimatums, so much so that now she associates them all together. Revenge or love, what’s the difference? Are they not the same? She doesn’t have the luxury of allowing herself that intimacy, because the love has always been tainted by betrayal and that betrayal has always led to bloodshed; her or them.