God the fucking urge to moan their name as loud as I can.
I want everyone to know that I belong to him, that I will always be his.
I want to show that I’m his. Hickeys, bite marks, hand prints, bruises, give me them all.
I want everyone to know I belong to someone
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Have you ever wanted to be his everything?
I keep getting that feeling of wanting to be like a drug to him. Something he can never get enough of or something that he needs a constant little fix of. I want to fill his thoughts that every moment of what I’m doing where I am because I know that I’m thinking about all of that for him. I want to be a constant thought in his head no matter what’s going on whether he’s at work or at home or if I’m even busy, I want to feel his head with the thought of me.
He texted me today while I was playing around to voice messages of him. Obviously, once I told him what was going on. He was extremely turned on, but who can blame him? Apparently, I bring out some thing in him that he hasn’t experienced with others. He says I make him feral and I’ve seen it in him when we have sex. His eyes look like they want nothing more than just a breed me and holy fuck does it do things to me. I can’t help it when he looks at me like that he turns into a complete and it’s a complete 180 from what he usually is. That sweet, charming dorky person that he is… Gone. Only I seem to be able to flip turn into an animal that does things to me and I would gladly accept whatever his heart wishes to release upon me.
I’ve always had a bit of a problem with obsession, and maybe stalking because it’s just one of the biggest things I’ve always been into. The thought of consuming someone’s thoughts, and I’m just everything to them… Well, some might call it a Red Flag but I want them to be completely dependent on the thought of me Just as I am for them.
I stopped myself as I started spiraling while texting him. I had to stop myself before I showed him just a little too much of who I really am because one day I’m gonna show him when he’s ready.
Just not yet.
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New series called:
Deprived Desires; The show in which I post every deviant, twisted and unhinged fantasy regardless of the taboo.
To start us off:
I want to be choked out while fucking. I understand there’s a whole thing about autoerotic asphyxiation but this isn’t something I want to experience alone. I want the person I’m with to know just how deeply I trust and rely on them when we’re together. The very air in my lungs, given back, because he wills it.
😳🫣
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“lmao imagine liking men” OK!!! ON IT BOSS 🫡🫡🫡 it’s beautiful here
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*THE GIGGLE ENDING SPOILERS*
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING
I’ve just read the novelisation of the Giggle and the ending has me on my knees - it goes into much more detail than the show so guess what
THE DOCTOR BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
THAT IS HIS HOUSE
He chose it, he went to an estate agents and said ‘I want this pretty house’, offered them £60, then rang Kate Stewart and discovered he was getting paid by UNIT this whole time, was able to afford the house/mortgage and BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
The Nobles still have a house in London but they STAY WITH THE DOCTOR NEARLY ALL THE TIME
He chose the house with a sunroom so WILF COULD LIVE DOWNSTAIRS COMFORTABLY
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She’s a 10 but is violently obsessed with you and hates everyone else.
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If he sent me voice audios telling me to do things to myself I think I’d melt on the spot
Voice kink >>>
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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