#bouncing thoughts back and forth

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

deeply enjoy that the novel can also be read as a commentary on the fallacy of information. we have zzs as the main narrator who adds to this nuance by being a former spymaster and leader of a bunch of proficient investigators. hes very intimate with the process of verification of information, and even his vast databank of knowledge and his abilities of filtering and sorting the "true" from the "fake" is tested throughout the novel through many instances and events. its especially interesting because he makes a major mistake, almost from the very start, that he resolves only after a very long time, and only after overcoming personal weaknesses. his personal weakness at recognizing truth vs decept reveals itself in the inability to meet personal events with a human perspective; he is basically functioning like a person with two lives, and most of the time, he at least acts as if he is regarding wkx, suspected master of ghosts, from the professional business grounds of the retired leader of shadows rather than from the perspective of a person with an adventurous life and wishes of his own. in this lies the danger to misinterpret and to refuse to confront what is truly going on. if zzs cant 'find' the "true reason" for the ghost master following his humble retired self, he is going to do his utmost to make up one (on the basis of his personal and professional experience with such situations), instead of considering at least once the admittedly unlikely chance that wkx might like him and is even deeply sincere about him. this doesnt signal anything less but that we, as the reader, should not irrevocably trust even the one person who is in most stories the most trustworthy; the main narrator. instead, we are advised to reserve us the right to doubt and think for ourself, to look critically upon even zzs, which only circles back to the novel's theme of the fallacy of information. it even lends to the novel's dialogue with the human right to form your own opinion and your own thoughts and come to your own conclusions, no matter how much they might diverge from norm or mainstream or traditions, and no matter how tempting it might be not to.

#tian ya ke #just thoughts im having while im continuing my reread #zhou zishu from tyk #zhou zishu #this has me wondering if zzs's struggle with himself regarding trusting in wkx's display of sincerity #can also be read as his general struggle with being a person with a life of his own and private opinions in service of no other than himsel #one of the things he learns is that is okay to have desires and its okay to Be a person #oftentimes that reveals itself in the novel's question of morality as a concept and the conditions for receiving love and care #'are villains and ppl whove done bad stuff deserving of love and care? do they need to earn it?' #but i think it also comes true here where zzs essentially needs to find a way to be human again #going from having lived a life with a truly atrocious work/life balance to a life that is fully and entirely his own #(i always think that zzs taking the nails has a lot to do with reclaiming ownership) #(and also with 'detoolifying' himself; hes turning himself into a cripple he is 'useless'. this gives him the justification #he needs to live according to his own personal whims and desires.) #updating my tags to find my insane chat with geneticcatalyst again-> #bouncing thoughts back and forth #the mutual tag #geneticcatalyst

[officialdaydreamer00]

#irene talks ✧ #damn thoughts keep bouncing back and forth like rubber balls #my head hurts #man i need sleep

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[dandyshucks]

i havent watched wrestling in so long but i saw some gifs of tonight's match and. whew. that stuff is crazy.

#i dont think i have a very good understanding of wrestling still 🧍 #im gonna embarrass myself by admitting this but . abdjdkdl #i thought wrestling was real hurting each other up until last year. and then i found out it was staged #and so i assumed oh they dont actually get hurt then i guess. maybe they fake concussions and stuff or maybe that happens accidentally #and uhm. now i think thats wrong again DBFJDML now im back to ''oh wait. they do actually hurt each other.'' #i was like oh okay its all staged so that blood must be fake that I've seen in some photos online #THE BLOOD IS REAL. THE BLOOD IS REAL! WHAT !!! #whats his face had glass cuts all over him. help? what is happening #im just here for the homoeroticism 😭😭😭 im sorry for not being a real wrassle boy fan yet fjffkdl I'll get there eventually #its just A Lot to try to understand so i keep bouncing back and forth on being interested and thinking its too much work #anyways i was originally going to say that the blood was hot but then i got distracted oops #but good golly i hope these guys are like... okay. because wow that was. a lot! #dandy.cmd

[arcaneyouth]

started making a power point presentation about my ocs, made 2 slides, and then just stopped. i <3 creativity

#vent post #negative #mainly for the tags. heres your warning i got sad #to be fair. MOST of the problem is i want to make a power point presentation studying the themes of the story and every characters arc #which is a lot of fucking things! and i don't know how to organize it at all. and it of course has to touch on spoilers #but the other problem is overwhelming thoughts of 'nobody wants to see this' 😔 #which is so frustrating cause i have so much proof its not true #people tell me they love my stories and characters all the time. i'm so lucky for that #oh wait lol figured it out. i don't want to make a power point presentation actually #it just feels like the only way i'll ever be able to get across all the thoughts i have without being a bother #but i have a difficult time actually working with power points so it's not actually that fun to make #so i'm not even doing this for my sake i'm doing it for everyone else again god damn it #huh. i don't even really want to ramble about The Themes and the character arcs #i think i just want someone else to do it. to prove that i'm not the only one that sees it or something #to engage with my story and show me They Get It #it feels unreasonable to want but i do want someone to point at the themes and point at specific panels and give me their ideas on it #so we can bounce back and forth discussing the meaning and how the story functions which is my favorite thing ever #but i can't ask people to do that. that takes a lot of effort especially Right Now when everything is awful all the time #and i accept that cause jesus christ everything is awful all the time #but boy can i yearn #hyperfixating on my ocs is very cool. i do love it. i love caring so unbearably much about some guys i made #it does get lonely sometimes tho

[goldiipond]

something was happening w them in this chapter and whatever it was is really funny

#skye's ramblings #they have a psychic link but it's just one thought bouncing back and forth between them that says 'what the FUCK is happening'

[whataboutfractions]

@butchwaifu that's a very good question, because i've actually considered this before and ultimately arrived at the conclusion that it's a little of both?

like, one of the things that bmj swings home again and again is that mighty's suicide was entirely preventable - the things he regarded as motivating factors were either manageable or false outright, but the fact remains that it happens regardless and that as a result, there are massive, permanent consequences for the people whose lives were influenced by his own, a million irreparable absences where everything from his routines to his smallest mannerisms once were

and part of what i think makes bmj work so well is its emphasis that, preventable or not, it's impossible to walk back. it didn't have to end this way but it did, and nobody can escape that: not mighty's family, not mighty's friends, not mighty himself, never having gotten to live a life in which he knew he would be loved and missed, thinking to the last moment that he would die fundamentally alone and that this death would be for the best

had even one thing happened differently - had he confided in even one person, or had even one step of his plan been stopped, knowingly or otherwise - he might have lived, so i can't say it was always going to end this way, but at the same time that it did end this way is integral to the themes and characters of bmj, ironically down to mighty himself being fully understood and accepted by his loved ones through the process of their grieving exactly who he was after his death

#fractions thoughts #you also mentioned the many aus we've bounced back and forth and regarding them #this is the exact reason why while i'll isekai him for the fun of it before his death #my genuine attempt to offer another ending as a ten-year decision-to-live catharsis #occurs only after he and his loved ones have to suffer that absence that even afterwards will never go away #in relationships and lived experience damage has been done that cannot be fixed only continued in spite of

[inverse-problem]

how are robots so hot what the hell

#inverse problem.txt #this thought basically just bounces back and forth around my brain all the time

[fastcardotmp3]

high school dot is still feeling sooooo normal about the biblical bureaucracy show btw soooo normal

#was it a weird season? yeah #did it raise more questions than answers? sure #were there SO many set ups and not nearly enough pay offs to feel SatisfiedTM by the end?? you bet! #am I going to spend hiatus bouncing wildly back and forth between 'it all means something' and 'oh no:(' ?? YEP #were there moments i felt like asking for them to get to the point and they never did DEFINITELY BUT LIKE #i am still thinking about crowley's little galaxy crank :(( #and aziraphale's little 'very closed' sign on the bookshop :(( #i'll think about it like a writer later for now i am 14 years old and the angel and the demon fell in love right in front of me :(( #dot thought

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

me 🤝 @spacekrakens

OC blogging on this fine evening

#heyo krakens we are bouncing Thoughts back and forth and applying them to our separate characters <3

[n-x-black]

posting ptolemaea drafts on the side again becus the post urge is haunting me

#n ; thoughts #only bouncing back n forth between long term projects these days ....

[slautertm]

fuck black friday. fuck the mall. steph didn't even want to fucking be here. the only reason that she had been here was because her dad made her- something about needing to be there for the community, handing out flyers and free hot drinks to shoppers, a show of good gesture to the fine voters of hatchetfield for electing her father as mayor once again. she had tried to fake sick. she had tried to claim she already had plans ( which might not had been a full fucking lie- she was sure the folks she usually hung out with would be up to something ). she had tried to claim she had some big fucking test she needed to study for. nothing worked. she was sent on her way to the mall with miss tessburger.

and then the world went to hell.

it all happened so fast, steph really didn't know what the hell was happening. one minute she stood at their table, passing out the drinks, the next, something struck her in the head and again in the stomach, something sharp. miss tessburger screaming. the world seemingly blurring... voices. then the sensation of being picked up.

the world comes and goes in strange blurs, steph groaning a little, but not fighting the lift or the hold but instead trying to focus on figuring out what was happening and stopping the throbbing pain at her side. her eyes still closed, though a hand reaches to cover it, only for it to throb in reaction and to feel... wet. is she bleeding? swearing, steph forces her eyes open, pressing her hand tighter to the injury, trying to see who had hopefully saved her.

" ...max? " surprise fills her voice, though she lets her shoulders relax a bit, eyes closing as she swallows a bit. " max what the fuck is going on? "

[ CARRY ]: having found steph in an injured/weak/unconscious state, @madefate, max carries them in their arms to safety

#FIRST OF ALL. hi i have so MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT MAX AND STEPH DON'T GET ME STARTED #second of all i bounced back and forth between black friday and guy but have black friday because that's where my brain went #but if you want something else let me know :) #{ M A X | MADEFATE } #{ REPLY DROP | SCHEDULED } #injury tw

[wildwoof]

My brain turns into a game of pong when I read new Koga information as it drops into ENGstars.

I am officially debating on the idea of whether Koga has written all UNDEAD songs or just select few ( that we know & do not know ). Because like I know baby first year Koga wrote UNDEAD's debut song, which never originally got released because they did it in the Underground Livehouse & they won by default during that Live battle since the other party never showed. I knew Koga wrote songs. But the story connected to Ritsu's FS1 3 star card that just released now has me pondering the question of: Did he write all, some, or a few songs. Thanks for bringing the point up, Ritsu. You've killed me.

#( off the stage ) ooc #the thoughts just bounce back & forth #i'm playing against myself

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n

[sanatomis]

currently thinking about. . .

satoru who goes absolutely crazy each time you put it back in after it slips out.

cw. female!reader, vaginal sex, tit-sucking, implied creampie, slight dom/sub dynamics (dom!satoru, sub!reader).

the first time it happens is on accident. 

he’s too caught up in the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each deep thrust, too mesmerised in the feel of your soft skin between his fingertips as he gives one of your cheeks a firm squeeze. satoru’s lust-riddled brain simply didn’t take note of the way his hips started to move a little too fast, a little too quick. 

all he’s able to focus on as he takes you from behind is you, you, you—and certainly not the way his heavy cock suddenly slips out of your slippery cunt. a few drops of pre-cum dribble down the base as he involuntarily pulls out, some of it staining the back of your thighs. there’s not a lot of time to process the fact, as he’s back inside your dripping pussy almost instantly. 

your greedy hands reach for him immediately, securely wrapping around his base and slamming your hips back against his once he’s lined up again. there’s not even a chance for him to miss the warmth of your sweet pussy.

you wouldn’t even let him. 

satoru is pretty sure he’s going to cum on the spot at the realisation, and has to really, really fight himself not to finish prematurely. a deep groan rumbles from his chest, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, as he thinks about how quick, how disguistingly eager you were as you scrambled to put him back inside. 

as if that slutty hole of yours can’t even go a second without being filled by him. 

a string of curse words tumble past his lips, and he fucks you a little harder than usual that night. 

since then, satoru’s been subtly letting himself slip out of your cunt each time the two of you have sex. the physical aspect of it isn’t hard; you’re always so incredibly wet, he’s out in a second. mentally, he’s at war with himself—though, seeing you whine and whimper as you hastily reach for his cock again makes those few agonising seconds without your warmth all worth it. 

something about the gesture makes you look desperate, impatient, and it’s all for him. and fuck, did it turn him on. 

there’s one time where he briefly suspects you’re onto him and his antics, as you insist on riding him. on being in control. it’s not something you do often, though usually he fucking loves it when you do (he still does, admittedly)—but with you on top and holding the reigns, it removes his opportunity to see you scramble to put his fat cock back inside. 

but, he’s nothing if not an optimist, so, of course, he’ll make the best of the situation. 

with the way they bounce so prettily in front of him as you rock your hips back and forth, he’s almost incapable of not sucking on them. and so, he decides to stifle his previous complaints by taking a mouthful of your tits. there’s always next time, and as he sucks on your breasts and feels you move up-and-down, he completely forgets about his former plans. 

riding him was simply one of your whims, it turns out, and the next time the two of you have sex he’s back in his usual spot. and the time after that, and after that, and after that—and as long as he’s there, he’ll keep making you desperetaly stuff his cock back inside. 

satoru’s breathing heavily now, the mere thought of it (combined with your walls griping around him like a vice) almost enough to make him dizzy. with your legs over his shoulders and thighs pressed up against your chest, cheeks stained with dried tears and soft, high-pitched moans and hiccups leaving your lips—he can’t help but feel the familiar itch to ruin your fun.

even if it’s just for a little bit.

he does so at once. the mixed release of both you and him from previous rounds leak out of you as he does so, and your pussy twitches around absolutely nothing. 

immediately, you frown. it’s small, cute, almost, and then your hands search for his cock again. though, this time, the position he (very purposefully) put you in makes it difficult—satoru fights off a grin as you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction. 

“. . .’toru,” you mumble, and attempt to grab him again. your voice is hoarse, broken from the sweet noises you’ve made for him so far. “wh—what’re you doing?”

“hm?” he hums. 

a little smile settles on his lips as he prods your entrance with his tip, smearing the cum—most of it his—along your puffy folds. he toys with your pussy, the squelching sounds as he moves his cock near your cunt (but never quite in it) feeling like absolute music to his ears.

he hears you sniff. “. . .’toru,” you mumble, voice a soft whine. you try moving closer to him, to push yourself down on him, but he simply pushes your thighs harder against your chest. “please, j—just. . .”

satoru fakes a dramatic sigh. “you’re so spoiled,” he comments, and relishes in the way your eyes roll back as he slides back in all at once. “so, incredibly spoiled.” he tuts, starting his thrusts again. he brings his face closer to yours, as if it’d make him hear all your pitiful sounds better. “can’t even go a second without my cock, can you? ‘t slips out for a second, and my pretty girl’s already whining.” 

he doesn’t get a proper response out of you, but that’s okay. he doesn’t need to. there’s no sweeter sound than your fucked-out babbles, anyway.

and they often sound even sweeter after he temporarily deprives you of his cock. 

satoru smirks as he looks down at you.

no, he’s definitely not stopping this any time soon. 

© MADE BY SANATOMIS — please, refrain from stealing, copying, or reposting any of my works.

#ꕤ — sanatomis darling: gojo satoru #best believe he can’t escape once i get him #am putting it right back where it belongs smh #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #satoru gojo x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[verbalabuseencouraged]

Cock whore this, dirty slut that.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.

#fvcktoy #degradable #fr33use #br33dable #free use slvt #abuse k1nk #cnc k!nk #cnc rough #fvck me #rap3 fantasy #rap3slut #rap3toy #stupid bitch