cruisin for a bruisin

wdym where's my halo? you don't need a halo to be an angel, and i clearly am look at my beautiful holy wings.. wdym they're covered in soot and brimstone? you can't say mean things like that to an angel like me! they're literally radiant and pretty??? wdym "what about your cartoonish succubus tail?" that's literally my fucking angel... thing.. it's got a heart on the end ur not working with me here wdym wdym

*flutters my wings indignantly in a way that makes my boobs bounce* ur all just jealous of my angel thing

Sorry, I know you said your parents or partners were abusive and did terrible things to you in the name of love. But I just need you to know that they did that because they thought they were feeling love, but what they were feeling for you wasn't real love, okay? And the real problem here is clearly that people don't agree with my personal idealized vision of what love is. So you need to listen to me. Real love is a good thing for everyone involved. okay? Real love is overwhelming. Real love is found in the scent of her clothing that you stole from her hamper when she wasn't in the room. Real love is when you look up someone else's username to find their old accounts when they were less good at opsec. Real love is global positioning systems and chains and zipties and drugs that dissolve in drinks. Real love sometimes feels disgusting and makes you throw up when you think about it but that's because you weren't embracing it enough. Real love is an intrusion in your mind by something that feels external that empties you out and replaces you with something better. Real love is the red dripping from scratches she left in you. Real love leaves you hollows out and crying yourself to sleep because you lost the only thing that made you feel it. Real love is scheming and planning and plotting to make things better. Okay?

grab your nonbinary unspecified body part and do something vague to it

i need someone to just be so incredibly selfish with me. i don’t need to breathe, just keep fucking my throat. don’t worry about how hard you’re grabbing me, if i bruise i bruise. maybe i don’t even get to taste you. maybe you don’t let me cum. maybe you just tease me and toy with me and leave me begging, all for your entertainment. i should be content with whatever you give me, even if it’s not what i want or think i need.

if youre happy and you know it lay an egg

the handsy pervert would like you to sit a little bit closer please. please

omg did you seriously invite the torturer 😐

i've always wanted to have sex in one of those abandoned and/or dilapidated houses unteriors posts

honestly i'm very taken with the idea of a captor purchasing a run-down house for them and their captive and putting the captive in charge of all the fixing up that doesn't require talking to contractors. like as a captive your choices are: resist and live in a very unpleasant environment or comply and live in a comfortable one. and at least cleaning and painting walls and picking furniture from the options you're given is something to do, but even reluctant, selfish compliance is compliance

at some point you'll be sitting at the kitchen table you chose and varnished eating takeout with your captor telling you about their day at work and you'll realize that the fact that you didn't want this and that you didn't do any of this for them doesn't change the fact that anyone who saw the two of you in that moment wouldn't be able to tell you apart from a normal couple