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Yeah no, Im not thinking about anything, why do you ask?

My toxic trait is wanting to have a cute special tag on someone's blog while talking to no one ever

no one appreciates that i could be a million times worse

damn, she’s a bad bitch. oh they’re nonbinary? my bad. damn, they’re a bad person

Back and forth, drop away breathe and relax

wish it was normal to ask people "if i could die and come back to life, would you ever kill me?" just so i could observe their response and use it to learn more about how their mind works and maybe get my dick hard but i can't say shit like that to most people. just because it's "weird" and "would make everyone uncomfortable"

What doesn’t kill me gives me kinks that are difficult to explain

Damn dude at least give me a vowel

Everything's okay sweetheart. Hush now, time to wind down and forget about everything that's troubling you. I know it's hard, but we'll do it together, you're not alone.

I'm here.

You're safe now.

You know, it can be nice to pound into a cutie with a feral need to break their hole and breed them. But you know what's also good? That moment when you can feel their desperation for it kick in and they start to fuck themselves back on your cock. Even if they're in a state where they can't form words, their body knowing what they need and going on autopilot, trying to milk every drop of cum into their greedy hole.

Bonus points if its while the cutie is trying to deny loving it, but that's just cause their dumb little brain hasn't caught up to how much their body is enjoying it~

why does my butt plug have dailies

why does my butt plug have dailies

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

make them suck your thumb while you’re balls deep

neither a man nor a woman but some secret third thing.. soup

hiiiiiiiii (with the intention to find every spot on you that makes your mind blank so hard you forget your own name)

god of earth and heaven, joel-peter witkin