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deziyk · 1 month
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I'll always like black pinchers more. So I'm swapping back c:
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explicette · 1 month
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lethalzay · 6 days
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i mustache you a question 3:
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jveuve · 2 months
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I've always wanted a wall of security monitors all to myself—except that one in the corner, the one with me inside. You have one just like it. A remote duct-taped to my hand controls the others' shock collars. I have to remember not to hit my own button. You have one just like it but without the duct-tape. You have better things to do.
I look up at the lens, and my doll-eyed reflection looks back, chained to a chair. I focus on the little red light. It's blinking. I'm leaking. More slips out of me with each patient flash. I look through my reflection at you, somewhere else—I can only hope. White noise rains from the mildewy ceiling, and a snarl cuts through it.
Get back to work. If I see a single one of my dolls cum when I review this tape—you don't want to see me come through that door.
I don't. I do as I'm told. My monitors glow hypnotically. Bars flicker across the display, across a cellblock of dollhouses. Rows A through C are asleep. D and E wish they were. Row F—fuck, that slut in F-6 is getting close. The CRT blurs her desperation. I press her button, and she stops. It's too bad these cameras don't record sound. She catches her breath meeting my eyes through the screen and keeps going—stubborn brat. I hold the button down staring clear down her throat. Her eyes are shut. One second. Three seconds. Five. I let her go. Fluid pours from her face onto her heaving tits as she collapses. I squeeze her button again—five more seconds just for fun.
My own shriek bounces off the cinderblock walls as needles shoot through my throat down my spine. The echo fades, but the pain doesn't. It has its own sound. My nerves squeal. The chains keep my skull from splitting open on the floor. I let my bonds cradle me while a drizzle of white noise hums a lullaby.
Break one of my toys, and you'll replace it, whore.
Why does that make me want to do it more? I’m so ungrateful. The red light blinks. I catch my breath meeting my eyes in the lens and get back to work.
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halliesue · 11 days
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emsfunn · 19 days
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You keeping my Nirvana shirt on or taking it all the way off?
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deziyk · 1 month
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all44stella · 4 months
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hi! i’m Stella, i love bloodplay 😊
dm for more info 🥰
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dominantgm · 20 days
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What I'm learning about myself is half the time I see something fucked up and wrong, I think to myself "but why am I so fucking hard thinking about it?"
I'm a pervert, consensually of course
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jveuve · 2 months
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When I grow up, I want to be an ashtray.
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halliesue · 11 days
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