#this was filthy omg

[tojisun]

so obsessed with the “my cock is big so it wont fit” / “try me” relationship dynamic ughhhh thinking about this with simon and reader, and how reader’s desperation made them spiral, makes me so giggly

thinking about the way you finger yourself everyday to stretch yourself out for simon; preparing yourself for him. practicing for him.

it becomes a routine; it was mundane, almost, but every time the thought that you’re doing this for simon slithers its way back to the forefront of your mind, you lose yourself—doused in the tendrils of your desire, so powerful it has you clenching on your own fingers.

they never hit deeper, never stretch you out wider, but they scratch the itch to be stuffed and manage to satiate you long enough for the next day to roll by.

it’s a lot worse when you meet up with simon because your core throbs with need, leaving you crossing your legs to give yourself that muted relief. but it’s never enough, is it?

simon’s right there, voice thick like molten lava, viscous as it washes over you. “are you alright, love?”

and you lie, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists tightly, telling him that of course you’re fine. because what else can you say? “i dream of your cock so much that i fuck myself everyday as prep”?

if you do say that, simon won’t ever let you live it down. so you stay quiet, crossing-and-uncrossing your legs at every of his deep laugh or gentle crooning, trying your best to ignore the way his palm squeezes the muscle of your thigh. you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose by now because there’s no way simon actually does naturally talk like this—

it’s all teases and taunts as a whirlpool of petnames dribble from his quirked-up lips. he calls you, baby and darling. he calls you sweetheart and lovie. but then he also calls you pup, doll, pet—anything that makes you gasp, and quiet puffs of breaths wheeze out of your trachea in your own stupor.

“you seem distracted,” he murmurs, his voice a worried croon.

“uh-huh,” you say, not really listening, because simon’s hand is climbing up higher and higher on your thigh.

simon notices your stare, because of course he does, then does…

nothing.

he drops you off to your place that night, and leaves a kiss on your forehead before driving off. you watch from your living room window as he disappears from your line of sight before clambering towards your room, tearing your pants off your body and chucking your little slip of underwear behind you as you do so.

you sink into your plush mattress, knees braced by your softer pillows, before reaching behind you to plunge yourself with your fingers. two of them slide in easily, and you crook them just right until you’re mewling. moaning. crying.

simonsimonsimon—

your orgasm is a sharp rip of euphoric release. but the tidal wave of your ecstasy wafts off into its remnants just as quick because this, fucking yourself, isn’t the fix you want. it isn’t the fix you need.

(that said, making simon buckle was a lot easier said than done.)

you parted your legs yourself, planting your hands on the underside of your thighs to pull them open for simon. simon laughs when he saw this, his pale cheeks so flushed with his own desire.

“hurry,” you whine, all choked-up with your desperation, and simon only croons a warning.

“we need ta’prepare you, pup. i’m too big f’r you.”

his acknowledgment makes you leak, your wanton thoughts turning into slick that gushes out of you. simon laughs, so utterly endeared.

“i prepared myself, si! please put it in!”

simon sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “i thought you wanted my cock?”

he waits for you to nod. you do so, careful, as your wet eyes look up at him.

“hmm. so listen to daddy, yeah?”

“okay,” you mumble, too overwhelmed to fight back.

simon smiles, murmurs his praises, and then he’s bringing his head between your legs. you squeak, surprise dotting your vision. you expected simon to prepare you, yes, but you expected his fingers—long, rough, thick—and not his tongue—

“siii-monnnn,” you keen, legs buckling from your hold until they tumble to his back, your strength getting zapped out of you at every lap of simon’s tongue.

it’s so good! so, so good!

simon takes over, hooking your legs over his shoulders himself as he burrowed deeper, nose grinding against the sensitive underside of your sex. his tongue pushes against your walls, sliding between them, and then simon sucks.

fuck! fuck—

sorta pt 02

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #suns #q #giggling omg this is.. filthy #(writing is just as sloppy as reader’s hole—)

[theonewhowails]

silly stuff i drew while reading Feel No Evil by @payasita , in which the Lamb does not know how to propose, Narinder does not know how to be alive, and neither of them knows what an obligate carnivore is

bonus? lmao

#my art #cotl #i am looking into your soul with my huge autistic eyes. read this fic right now. blease #hksfdjghdfghldkfg im sorry it just fucking kills me that for the first 4ish chapters narinder is just. so nasty #like all the followers are like There He Is. The Leader's Favorite Guy. and its this filthy half-dead cat that hasnt bathed in 10+ years #like he has hardly eaten the entire time he's been mortal and he looks like absolute dogshit #and their unbeatable normally serene and gracious leadergod is hovering around his stinky ass like omg nari hiiiiii #its fucking hilarious to me. and also heartwrenching bc this fic does also get into how hard it is to be alive when uve never learned how #gonna draw the twins desperately bringing him soap later i just had so many things i wanted to draw for this

[cosmicstarlatte]

imagine, sweet choso finally losing his virginity to you, it feels so good. he knows he's being loud but he doesn't care. he just came and you're still riding him & it's intense. fuck, he just might cum again it's too much—

#I'm filthy omg please I'm so down horrendous for him I'm sorry #I couldn't get this out my mind the first time I heard it 😭 PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE?? #nsft #jjk smut #choso smut #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso #choso headcanons #choso hcs #choso x reader #jjk x reader #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic jjk . ⊹

[zhaozi]

a guide to physiotherapy by long lee

#long lee #lee long shi #frank thanatsaran #longfrank #omg vampire #crazy filthy rich #love syndrome #m:gifs

[stqr-grl]

╭﹕🍃｡♡・loser

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — rin is such a nasty and you have not the slightest clue.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, pervy + loserboy!rin, semipublic(?) masturbation[bathroom], all characters are 18+, not proofread n a bit messy, mdni!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — i feel that this v much strayed from the original concept of loserboy!rin but you know what im not mad at it.﹐

before he met you rin was always great at masking how much of a little creep that he was. always able to maintain his cool around a girl that peaked his interest, never struggling to to keep his hands to himself or make sure that his eyes never lingered to long where they weren’t supposed to but with you it was different- so so different.

with you there was always an unspoken power that you held against him, always able to make him come undone with the tiniest of things such as sitting with him in the couch, thigh pressed against his and tits being all too visible in that tiny tank top that your nipples had no problem poking through.

despite never actually touching a woman —little the less touching you— his head filled with thoughts of how could he could make you feel- thoughts him taking the hardened bud into his mouth, sucking it intently while his digits stuff your crying cunt full as you cry at the sensation, pulling on his dark colored locks, begging for more of him as your pussy formed a white ring around his fingers.

god the thought alone has his cock straining against his pants, the pretty head of it already leaking in his shorts. he excuses himself from your presence so that he can go to the bathroom to jerk one out with you just in the next room.

with his lip stuck between his teeth, drool running from the corner of his mouth as he imagines that the fist wrapped tightly around his sensitive cock was your warm, glossy mouth licking on the most sensitive glands of his cock while your hand worked the base, a needy groan coming from his chest.

oh but he can only dream of having his hands on you —or rather you having your hands on him— as his hot, sticky release spills from his tip and into the counter that he was gripping so tightly. with tears from the amount of need rolling down his cheeks and clinging to his pretty lashes he cleans his mess, steadying his breathing and thinking.

he knows at some point his hand just won’t be enough for him, he knows at some point he’ll need more than, maybe he’ll steal a pair of panties fresh with your scent to suffice untik hemd able to work up the nerve to ask you to be his girlfriend but until that day comes he’ll just have to settle for what he can get while playing the role of your best friend.

#╭🖇️﹕ ˚₊ sweet sin #╭🤍﹕ ˚₊ love rin #loser boy rin omg #so fucking filthy but so fuckin hot #rin itoshi x reader smut #rin itoshi smut #blue lock rin #rin x reader smut #blue lock x reader smut #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #rin smut #rin x reader

[my-soupy-brain]

Dirty talk from ted, in that accent of his?!? Swoon

It's Friday, and I'm feeling fun n' flirty with nowhere to go, so let's run with this little diddy and see where it takes us, shall we? Let's see what Ted has to say. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Smut talk and smut ahead

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You and Ted had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of dates.

Sometimes you'd go out for dinner, other times you'd order in and enjoy movies at his place or yours.

Those usually led to one of you on top of the other, tearing at clothes, tongues brushing against each other.

You always had to be a little quieter at Ted's house because Ms. Shipley upstairs could hear literally everything. His thin walls were no match for the moans and bed squeaking.

The first time you found Ted had a dirty talk talent, you almost came on the spot.

The night had started calm. A pizza, a movie. His arm around your waist led to his hand dipping into your waistband, a soft groan from his lips.

When you shut a lamp off, his lips went to your neck, tickling you with soft kisses and nips, his mustache running along with him. Once you turned your head to meet his hungry eyes, his lips devoured yours.

Ted likes to moan when he kisses.

It's all the pent-up lust he has for you, really. For months he watched you in the hallways at Nelson Road, or socializing at the pub with the rest of the team and staff. And for months he went home and imagined what you'd look like panting his name.

Now you're in his arms, his big, warm hands and deft fingers running around your skin.

"Ugh, yes," you moan as you're kissing, his hand skating under your shirt.

When he wiggles his hand under your pants, his fingers dancing over your damp underwear, he growls.

"You like it when I touch that perfect pussy?" he groans in your ear, nipping at the lobe. "You should see what you're doing to my cock."

Your eyes almost fell out of your goddamn head.

Instead, you moaned like you were being liquified on your living room carpet. This made Ted smile, and all the more daring to say more.

"Yeah, open up, just like that. Let me feel that perfect little package you have for me," he mumbled, your legs falling open while his fingers rubbed your wet lips.

Your breath was coming in fits and starts, your eyes clenched shut, your lips parted as you blushed...

"I know just what you need, baby. Let me show you..."

An energetic nod from you is all it took for Ted to whisk you to your bedroom, laying you on the bed and slowly peeling your clothes off.

His fingers hook around your panties as he starts to shimmy them off your waist. "I've been dreamin' about this for so long, sugar..." he murmurs, kissing up your thighs, your fingers tangling in his dark amber locks.

When his mouth makes contact with you, he slurps up your wetness like it's ice cream dripping off a cone. His fingers get added to the mix, slowly sliding in and out of you while he tongues your clit.

"Oh fuck..."

Ted smiles, breathing heavily, unbuckling his pants so he can slip out of them and give himself some relief. Watching him pump his own cock while his face is buried between your thighs is mindblowing. His left hand pumps down and up, twisting a little at the head, and you can hear him grunting as he licks you and pleasures himself.

"Ya taste so good, I could eat you all damn night, darlin'..." Ted says, your body arching off the bed as he works you.

"Yeah, there ya go, sugar. Show me how it's done," he whispers as your fingers make their way down, rubbing tight circles against your clit and bumping his perfect nose in the process.

Your climax shatters through you like a rocket, Ted catching all of it with a grin, crawling back up the bed with your come on his mustache. His lips leave wet kisses on your belly on the way up, and wrap around a perked nipple while your hips buck against him.

"Hope I can taste ya tomorrow. I love it," he whispers to you, your body writhing and turning on the sheets as you come back to Earth.

When you turn just enough on your left side, he spanks your ass playfully, watching it jiggle. You let out another lurid moan.

"Oh, you like that? You like it when I spank that pretty little ass?" he asks.

Who is this man? And where has he been your whole life?!

Your gasping as he turns you back over, his hand ghosting down your breasts, to your curves, to the pulsing interior between your thighs.

"You're so damn beautiful, doll. I just wanna taste more of that sweet juice before I fill ya up," he says, pulling his fingers to his lips as he licks them.

You can't help it: You grab his hand and drag it to your own lips, tasting yourself on his digits.

"God, darlin'. You're gonna make me come doin' things like that," he says, almost with a chuckle. "Let's make that pussy come again."

He places his hands gently on your legs, opening them and sliding his palms up your thighs where he squeezes.

"Body of a damn goddess," he murmurs, making you blush.

As his cock slides in, you gasp a little. He looks down, inching his way inside.

"I love watchin' ya take all of that," he tells you quietly. "Mmm, never had it so good..."

Your body is bucking against his, seeking more movement, needing his lips with yours, needing his hands everywhere.

"You're so tight, wrapped around me like this," he grunts, leaning over your body now, your legs wrapped high around his hips. "Makes me fall apart every damn time."

Your lips connect, and you kiss him with everything you have. He kisses so well, his tongue working against yours, your lips moving in unison, his hands holding you to his body, your hands run down his broad chest and chest hair.

"God, Teddy... I'm so..."

He looks at you, waiting for you. "Tell me, sugar. Talk to me."

"I'm so full of you..."

He groans, really groans, at this. "Yeah? That pussy was made for me then. We're perfect together."

He laces his fingers with yours and bows his head into your neck, breathing hard as your bodies push harder, deeper. He whispers: "Why don't you get on top of me, sugar? Ride that cock like you own it."

It almost pushes you off the edge. When you nod, he quickly flips over, keeping you on him, sliding back into you so you can do the work. And watching him gasp and breathe deep -- his dark hazel eyes practically black from his pupils blown out with lust -- his hair flopped over his forehead, bouncing every time you move...

"Oh, fuck... Teddy... oh, God..."

He nods quickly, his hands holding your hips, his own sliding in and out of you in quick and deep plunges. The bed squeaks, your shared moans taking up the room with the sound of your bodies coming together...

"You're gonna make me come, darlin'... but I ain't comin' until you do... make that pussy come, pretty girl..."

BOOM!

The cord snaps, your body shuddering and tingling, your eyes clenched shut as a white, fuzzy blur punches your eyelids.

You clench him so hard and fast that he smiles before he lets out a deep, long moan of your name.

"Oh, darlin', I'm gonna fill you up, I'm gonna..."

You nod: "Do it, baby. Do it. I want it."

He grips your hips hard, his hips jutting up into you while his cock spills into you, twitching while he gasps, encouraging you into his arms and over his chest so he can hold you.

Nothing but breaths. That's all that's happening.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. When you look up at him, he's smiling wide and leans in to kiss your lips gently.

"Jesus, Teddy..." you giggle out, resting your head on his shoulder while your body still sits on top of him, his hands drifting up and down your back soothingly.

"Ya like that, huh?" he asks, almost bashfully. You nod.

"Like it? I love it, oh my God. I love it so much. I love you so much!" you say, grabbing his face and kissing him.

He tilts his head with a smirk.

"I guess I should tell ya what's goin' on in my noodle more often, eh?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Please. I love it. Didn't know I had a dirty talk thing, and here we are!"

He laughs and rolls you to your side, kissing your neck playfully.

"We still have so much to learn, too, sweetpea," Ted says, nuzzling against you. "I can't wait."

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OKAY WELL THAT HAPPENED. I hope it lived up to your expectations? Ted's dirty talk in that drawl is just too sexy to put out of my mind now. I hope y'all enjoyed it. And thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso smut #ted lasso dirty talk #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #TED CAN TALK FILTHY OMG

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Eris Vanserra would be a menace of a mate. He’d consider it a personal challenge to make his mate blush in public as violently and as often as possible

#eris vanserra #acotar #he whispers filthy things in their ear at all times #100% chance of innuendo at every opportunity #Eris does not believe in mercy #no matter who his audience is #even the high lord meeting omg

[eddiesghxst]

when angel!reader finally asks demon hunter!harry to go the whole way, harry teases and preps you so much beforehand that you literally come as soon as he presses his fat ruddy tip into your weeping entrance. harry’s speechless as he watches you squirm and twitch beneath him, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks, your nails biting down into the muscles of his forearms.

harry thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

he just can’t help it when he rolls his hips a bit more forward, a steady thumb falling to your throbbing clit to teasingly brush over the sensitive bundle. you gasp, eyes snapping open to look down at your centers. you whine in protest but harry quickly hushes you, “it’s okay. it’s okay. gonna make you feel so fucking good on my cock.” he presses chaste kisses across your jaw as you cry out with each inch that sinks into your sensitive heat. “god, you’re fucking unreal. little pussy just couldn’t take it, huh?” you whimper in embarrassment at his words, and he coos, his free hand stroking your warm cheek. he's not sure how he keeps himself from coming; especially with the way you're looking up at him with glossed eyes, lips swollen and red as shaky breaths rattle through your lungs.

He groans, leaning forward and ghosting his lips over yours as he speaks, “greedy thing just couldn’t wait to come." you mewl, pussy clenching around him, his jaw clenches as he tries his best to reel himself in. his breath hits your top lip as he huffs, "come on, keep sucking me in, baby. open up for me, there we go.”

#he’s so filthy omg #i wont him #this was just supposed to be like two sentences #i have zero self control #demon hunter!harry #angel!reader #innocent!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #drabble #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagines #smut #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles dirty one shot #harry smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic

[tojisun]

the way you wrote simon “my cock is too big it won’t fit” riley was jaw dropping, eye-rolling, and heavenly!!!

I’m imagining Simon who finally puts it in and is even more desperate than reader (cue male whimpering audio)

awww thank u so much!! i had such intense need that i bonked my head n went, “yup. this is the horny thought for the day” <333

oh but he was always soooooo desperate, even more so than the reader!! especially before they finally fucked!!!

thinking about the way he fucks his fist every night after your date ends :((

while you were at your home, stuffing your hole with your fingers (and toys, really—your eyes having devoured the chub underneath simon’s pants every time you two would sit close together, snuggled as you watched a movie, before rushing home and putting in on an order for toys because god do you need one. or four…), simon was locked in his room, messily fisting his cock.

there is too much lube, and it is staining his boxers and his pants because he was too horny to even strip properly. he bites down his moans, hesitant to let them out even when he is alone at his safe house, his eyes pressed close as he imagines the way he'll take you: on your knees while he pinches your nipples, flicking the buds with the blunt ends of his nails, or on your back with your legs folded to your chest because there is no way in hell that simon's not going to breed you.

it's that thought that always makes him cum, rumbled groans pouring out like rippling water.

“jesus,” he murmurs as he stares at his cum-stained palm, mind running at the way you clenched-and-unclenched your legs during dinner—something, he notes, was happening more often. “this is torture.”

(simon has always known how you look good in your own desperation, ragged in the way you stare up at him with furrowed eyes and lips jutted into a pout, but there was something different then. it was charged. primal. and simon realized how the ache must have peaked for you.

good, simon thought. i need you just as much.)

he slid two fingers in your twitching hole, relishing in your stuttered moans at the ease of their plunge. the wet squelch made his cock jump, thumping against his thigh, but he wasn’t done.

it wasn’t enough.

(simon has had countless partners before you, just like you had others before him.

you told him of the dissatisfaction, how cocks only ever breached your walls for the pleasure of the body it was attached to and never for your own. you told him of your elation that bubbled into sputtering disappointment because they never knew how to coax an orgasm from you with just their cock. you told him of the accidental orgasms, those that they cannot recreate because it wasn’t intended. sure, you told him of their wonderful fingers or mouths, of their robust laps you were grinding on during those days when sex is more foreplay than the penetration, but it wasn’t what you ached for.

you told him all of this, in return, simon told you the others who could never really fit him. the others who tried but they were never really interested in the preparation. the others who could only take half of his length, hissing when an inch slides in even when it shouldn’t.

“impatient,” simon murmured when you asked why his ex-partners couldn’t fit him.

“and they don’t have that…” he trailed off, tongue heavy in his mouth.

“they don’t have what?” you prodded, blinking at him all so darlingly, your blood buzzed with alcohol.

“they don’t have that masochistic streak,” simon replied, voice gentle. testing.

your only reaction was a quiet gasp, heavy eyes widening a fraction as the words settled in. he watched as you began fidgeting, throat bobbing at your dry swallow.

that was all simon needed to know you are made for him—soul and body.)

the moment your greedy hole managed to gobble all of his four fingers was when simon knew you were ready. he flicked his eyes away from your dripping slit and watched as you laid on the bed twitching, your eyes red from your tears, your skin dotted with sweat.

you looked like a beautiful, hot mess and simon was ready to engulf you whole.

simon slots himself between your legs, fist warm around his flushed cock. your glazed eyes focus on him, watching with open-mouthed gasps, and simon coos, unable to stop himself.

“ready f’r me, pup?” he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your sensitive sex.

it makes you keen, hips squirming, mussing up the already soiled sheets. simon chuckles, heat filling his cheeks, and taps it once, twice, three more times before finally lining the leaking head of his cock against your twitching hole.

the slow press in makes you two moan, bodies locking at the explosion of ecstasy that fills up your senses. overwhelming pleasure quickly razes through him, overtaking his sanity as the wet squeeze of your walls grips him deliciously.

he buckles, muscles liquifying, and the dizzying euphoria makes him stumble. he slips, his cock sliding in deeper, breaching further—

simon whimpers, unable to stop himself as unadulterated bliss grips him. he couldn’t help it: he sinks all of himself in you, your walls not even protesting as they swallowed him in, hungry in the way you are all filled up by him.

“si-!” he hears your delirious squeal, the rumble of your voice scratching into a ragged echo, and simon—

simon gurgles a response.

his mind has been zapped by the peaking high, rendering him unable to string coherent thoughts as all of his synapses sing nothing but the enveloping pleasure, running him on overdrive.

simon feels like he is being devoured. like he is stripped into nothing but his sensitive spots.

“t-too good,” he mewls. “pup, s’too good–”

#anon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon and his big dick galore 🥰 #ask #suns #I YELLED OMG SORRY THIS IS FILTHY

[jakesguitarsolo]

After reading Sin and Sinuous by @alwaysonthemend and watching this TikTok edit, all I’m asking (begging) for is one night with this man —

The jakedown is so real today.

#I wouldn’t be able to handle him but omg would I try #filthy nasty thoughts #Jacob Thomas Kiszka sir #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #drooling and barking #jakedown

[housewifeswag2]

what would be your perfect date idea?

april 25th because it’s not too hot and it’s not too cold and… lol jk

you're saying *perfect* date so I'm assuming this is like with my perfect person who i'm super comfy with, best friend, etc. I want to go to vegas and do like an entire weekend (but preferably during the week lol i'd love a tues-thurs situation to avoid more ppl) fly there first class, stay somewhere more expensive than i normally would without feeling guilty, order room service, swim, read, go to shows, etc. 🥰

#anon #answers #taylor.txt #this is a hella thorough answer but :) #omg and so much absolutely filthy fuck nasty vile ass sex wtf #i want to fly home going what... was... that... #🤣 #😈

[scanndan]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN KIT PURRSON ISN'T REAL

IMPORTANT EDIT: Kent does have a cat! It's named "Purrs"! Some wonderful people have made really helpful additions to this post so do check them out! I don't want anyone else scrolling away thinking Kent doesn't have a cat sdfsd That's my bad, take me away officer 😔

(I didn't expect this post to gain so much traction, but I should have known others would be equally invested in the existence of this fictional cat. Also, I'll leave my tags for posterity! I think my distress (hyperbolic) should be preserved, even if it looks ridiculous now that we know the truth 😂)

#omg check please #check please #omgcp #kent parson #kit purrson #puts the fandom in a chokehold #EXPLAIN YOURSELVES..... #listen you don't understand #i was so happy kent had a cat #at least one nice thing #YOU FILTHY LIARS #don't come after me for liking kent parson this is not the time slslfhslslslfhslfhsf #THE CAT GIRLS THE CAT'S FAKE??? #Y'ALL.......... #also I love cats I thought I wld get to see a cat in the future how am i supposed to recover from this CRUEL DECEPTION #curls up on floor...cries... #i feel like i passed some kind of initiation/hazing and i don't like it #juli 🐸 #tags edit: btw i hope no one takes these tags too seriously sdfskd #tags edit: i wldnt usually clarify tone but the edit makes these tags less cohesive w/ the post and it's far less funny now rip 😭 #tags edit: oh man i rly hope my humour isn't broken

[dyk3leepuppy]

me if thinking abt the most kinky depraved filthy tickle scenarios was illegal

#like why can’t i stop thinking abt being tickled to hysterics and begging for mercy only to get ignored #even better have them mock you and coo at you while you’re hysterical with laughter and babbling nonsense 🤣 #idk been getting off to the idea of being tickled till i pee myself recently. like mean absolutely sadistic ler… #…tickling u harder when u beg for a break bc u can’t take it or ur like omg im gonna pee and they just KEEP GOING. 😵‍💫 #like that’s so HUMILIATING 😭😭😭😭.and then they add to it by mocking you/making fun of you for that. 😭😭😭 #me when my thing for humiliation and tickling come together to form the most depraved filthy scenarios #i’m fucking insane . #i’m crazy #😞😞😞😭😭😭😭i wanna be tickled to fucking tears PLEASEEEEE i just wanna be crying and begging for mercy only to have them laugh in my face. #.like a fucking sadist and just keep going or maybe even tickle harder 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 as they tease u with the cruelest shit ever .