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your old man who is into you crying, call that dadcryphilia

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Don't do the bdsm test when you're kinda horny lol, I just kept being like 'oh that sounds kinda fun' 'hell yeah' 'I'd be down for that', shocked experimentalist is only 96% lmao

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Well a combination of things just happened to me:

Cvt my thigh

M@sturbated

Forgot about my still bloody thigh and wiped my hand off on my fresh cvts

Shit STINGS

But also kinda not bad 😇😌

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my pussy is fat, my lore is immense and my kinks are off putting, who want me

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just came back from the doctor, says I gotta get railed and bred by a vampire asap. sooner the better. for my health.

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Pretty please fr, give me the most demented, sick son of a bitch to drag me to the depths of hell and then kiss me on the forehead and watch me fucking whimper for him to do it all again

i like my men scary and awful and terrible and abusive and manipulative and corruptive and perverted and creepy and disgusting but also sometimes nice to me

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I keep fantasizing about being taken care of by a cool (predatory) dad…

Dad who buys you all of the video games and snacks you could want

Dad who buys you weed and lets you smoke it at home

Dad who never neglects to tell you how much he loves you

Dad who feels you up when you smoke a little too much…

Dad who tells you it’s normal for father/son bonding to be so intimate

Dad who has you bounce on his lap or bury your face in his crotch when he’s watching TV

Dad who fucks you with a beer bottle when he’s drunk…

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we need more cute guy sadists. i’m tired of big muscular men with deep voices that have an overpowering aira.. give me a sweet lookin’ cutiepie that looks like he wouldn’t harm a fly that’ll degrade me in his soft pretty voice and then beat me until i’m hardly breathing anymore, all with a serene smile on his face.

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Don’t pull out. I have separation anxiety 🥺

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reblog if you love they/them cock

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I wanna get coffee and cigarettes with other girlies that compliment/reassure each other with things like "Your dark circles are so cute, you don't need to outline your ageyo!" Or "no no your cuts didn't open and get on your shirt you're okay! No stains!" Or even just "we are super cute angels that don't need to have any shame for how we are."

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Oh, to be stalked. To have everything about me learned, memorized, and obsessed over. To know me better than I know myself. To know where I am at all times, through secret trackers left on me. To read everything I have shared to others, and to coerce me to talk to them instead. To use alts to get me to only talk to them, to pull me tighter into themselves. Oh, to be hunted. To have the feeling of being watched, for I am. To never feel alone, even when I believe so. To be watched, closer and closer, while they wait for the day to pounce. To see familiar shapes, a car following me a bit too long, a person who I have seen before, hints and nods to the depth of their obsession. Oh, to be loved. To have a shrine built for me, complete with pictures of me, small trinkets collected from my home, warmed by candle light. To have love letters flood my mail, poems and ramblings both physical and digital, with hints of knowledge only they know. To be given pictures with them, of me, both out in public, and asleep in my bed. Oh, to be adored. To wake up to gifts in my home. Small items of love, notes of affection, marks of love on my body, flowers and books alike. Things they know I desire, given to me in the quiet of night, within my false home. The one I will be lifted from. Saved from. Oh, to be possessed. Friends and family alike pulling away from me, scared of the being who, unbeknownst to me, surrounds me, protects me. The one who spreads lies about me, who threatens those near me, for my own safety. The one who drags me away, for only their love is needed. Oh, to be saved. To have them know that one day, ever nearer, they will rescue me from this world. To bring me to a place under their control, a place filled with their love and obsession and need. To have them work ever harder to prepare the space for my arrival, a warm room built of love. Their mind growing restless over the indescribable urge to finally have claimed me. And they know, to the bottom of their heart, that they will do anything to make me theirs.