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feeling weirdly mushy tonight, so i figured i would say thank you to everyone who's interacted with my posts or left nice comments on my art. or just who have generally been chill to talk to here. life sucks but these sorts of interactions make it easier <3 love you all fr.
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Things I’d rather do than have sex
Suffocate you with a bag over your head, blowing in weed and cigarette smoke
Cane you for indulging in substances
Shock you with a cattle prod repeatedly, promising to stop once your behavior improves. Moving the goalposts to shock you again
Waterboard you until you gasp, sputter, and agree to whatever I want
Make you dig a hole in the yard for me to bury you in
Confine you in the basement while I host an elegant dinner party
Deprive you of sleep, barrage you with noise and sound, torment you with your own senses
Bind you as a scarecrow in the garden, regardless of weather
Mummify you to a bed frame and invite my friends to torture you
Promise you a warm bath and hot meal for suffering through all of the above, only to turn the water ice cold and scrub you down with a rough brush
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my dream date/day together is getting cold drinks together at noon, spending the day either walking around or in a car, going to fun places even if we aren't buying anything, and making a pillow fort, eating dinner (take out or homecooked are both fine) and watching youtube or netflix in the pillow fort to decompress and making love w a bit of pet play at the end of the day and just... giggling and pillow talking the rest of the night til we fall asleep.
Happy anniversary Daddy!! I love you so much and am so thankful for you. I hope for many many more years. 😘😘😘😘
Happy Anniversary my little Dollie 🥰😘🖤❤️💋
I love you so so much!!!
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Happy anniversary my love! I still am a bit star struck it's been a year but it's been such an amazing one.
Here's to many more. I love you. 🥰😘🖤❤️
Happy Anniversary Baby Bear!!
I know this year has gone so fast WTF! Lol
Love you so much my gorgeous girl ❤️💋🖤😘🥰
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Hi!! I just wanted to say thank you for 104 followers!
I sorta started this with no expectation so all the support and comments and reblogs have blown me away. Thank you thank you thank you.
Please let me know what you wanna see in the future but!! Some stuff planned:
Trinity one shot
Abbot long fic (duh)
Sukuna long fic (double duh)
Tsukishima long fic (triple duh)
Mateo one shot
Yeah!!! :3
There’s something a little pathetic about being so grateful for touch that you cry. Tears welling in your eyes and a whine catching in your throat while you keep repeating “oh thank you thank you so much thank you.” Garbled words spilling from your throat because he has to know, he has to know, that you’re so deeply thankful for each moment that you’re allowed to touch.
Sometimes he’ll tell you that you can only get pleasure while holding your breath. So you force yourself to hold it for as long as your body lets you because you’re so desperate to rub. So desperate to feel the toy pressed against you even for a few short seconds. Body panicking for air but wanting pleasure more. Getting light headed, trying to whine without letting go of your breath, and edging within seconds because that’s what he’s trained you to do. Every second of lost air is a second of pleasure he’s allowed you to have and you can’t help but be grateful.
Other times he’ll make you train your throat. For every two minutes you manage to fuck your throat, a minute of pleasure is earned. So you earn it, you choke, your eyes water and you try desperately not to vomit. You can feel how wet you are with each shift of your thighs, how eager you are to touch. You only get to touch for a few minutes, throat sore, pussy aching and head completely empty of thoughts, but those short minutes are just filled with overwhelming gratitude. So thankful even when he tells you that you can’t edge, not yet, you just need to ache.
You’ve come to understand that obedience is better than pleasure. Even when that obedience makes you a crying, pathetic thing. Even when it means taking your breath away. Even when it makes your throat sore. Because that pleasure is earned, it’s gifted, and it’s not yours. And you’re so thankful for it.
He likes using big words when he’s turned me dumb. Just to show me how quickly I lose my train of thought when I’m edging. I was whining about how I wanted to cum and he just told me that I was so addled that I didn’t even know what I was saying.
He was right. Of course he was right, he’s always right. I don’t have orgasms. Those are for him.
