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jaeyxns · 7 months
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A Special Day With Layla🥰
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abiiors · 3 months
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PLEASE PUT THAT ARM AROUND MY THROAT AND CHOKE ME THANK YOU
cr: @/rolemodel on stories
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daedelweiss · 1 year
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Hi hi, here to say that lm!leo is NEAT AND COOL, HE IS VERY PRECIOUS TO ME. JUST A LIL GUY, LIKE HIM LOTS
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just a little guy 😄 just for you, ash 😌
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collaredkittyboy · 9 months
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I can control myself and not be obsessed and insane, but I love it so much when boys are into it.
Them letting me track their location on my phone, telling me what they're doing when I ask knowing that I'm getting off thinking about them and it's so much better when I know what they're doing.
Me getting jealous at the slightest interest anyone else shows in them, getting murderous thoughts, dragging them somewhere alone and marking them covering them in dark hickeys and bruises and bite marks on all their visible skin so it's obvious that they belong to me.
Being dangerously overprotective, immediately wanting to murder anyone that makes them upset.
My fascination with them goes so deep everything about them drives me crazy, jacking off to their voice during a regular phone call, taking every opportunity to leave another mark in their skin when we're cuddling.
And they love it.
They love all of my fucked up thoughts about them and pretend to be interested in other people just because they know I will violently fuck them and remind them who they belong to.
They get off knowing I'm such a pervert, sexually obsessed with every mundane thing they do, thinking it's hot that I want to kill for them.
They love that I stalk them, and it encourages me to be worse, be more obsessed, never letting them leave my mind and barely letting them leave my vision.
They love it and that's why they're perfect.
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my-cabbages-gorl · 4 months
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Another one bc my obsession with angsty zukaang can never be satisfied lol
Scene from the fic No Choice by @chocomd / @theavatarandthefirelord that has a vice grip on my heart
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moonchild-in-blue · 4 months
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GUYS!! Guess who got the big Blåhaj shark from IKEA for Secret Santa??
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Me. I did. 🥺🦈
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airenyah · 4 days
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manifesting: dunk lifts joong in their next bl 🙏
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twinkodium · 7 months
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He’s unreal 🥺🥺🥺
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rapidhighway · 2 years
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My husband 🥺
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heatherchasesyou · 10 months
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Nobody asked but here's Axel he's my OC hope ya love him as much as i do 🥺💕
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kharonion · 8 months
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I am the dark stranger those warnings prepared you for.
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puppiitraining · 7 months
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cuuute. ive been thinking about your fleshlight scenario post so much... arms tied behind your back, holding it under you with one hand, cupping your face with the other. making you keep eye contact. shakily rutting your hips into the toy, panting so hard, barely able to control your movements. you just can't help but whine once you start getting praised, tongue hanging out of your mouth, whimpering and drooling uncontrollably. what, is my needy little pup in heat? such a sweet, obedient dog, doing so well for me, humping yourself stupid. don't you just look so pretty fucking into something? hips straining, making such a mess of yourself.
only one problem! if you ever use your words, you have no chance of cumming. after all, puppies don't speak, do they? no, just keep whining and yelping. you've been doing sooo good, it'd be a shame to have to deny you...
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Wwwrrrrrrruufff~ wwnng...
I wouldn't ever remeeember how to speak if I was rutting inttooo a toy so desperatelyy with your attention 🥺🥺 wanting to do so good for you, showing what a Big Dog I am by fucking that fleshlight like it was a cute puppy under me- but I'm whinninggg and whimperring so much. My puppyy holes are so achey, wishing they were being filled just like I'm stuffing this tooy... but I can't stop! I just feel hotter and hotter, more dizzy the more my hips eradically thrust into iit. Looking up at you in suuucchhbabfucking cock hungry daaze, slobber rolliing all down my tongue and chin and getitng ssoo messy
Wooordss are way too muuch for anpuppy brain heing so high on pleasuure~ werruff.. wwhhnnn~ ♡
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pinkyjulien · 1 year
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🟨 Just call me [V]
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idiotwithanipad · 13 days
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More 2am brainrot angst in these horrid times🥺
Robin has nightmares often, he just doesn't admit it. They aren't 'peaceful' nightmares either. Not just waking up suddenly and going straight back to sleep, no. They're terrors. They made him fear going to sleep for 20 years, only adding to his trauma and 'madness'. It's the same nightmare each time; he's all alone again, no life, no home, just the burned tree and wet grass. The dark night sky above with Moonah nowhere in sight, the wind cold and the trees in the forest creaking like a chorus of people mourning and wailing in sorrow.
He can hear voices up ahead but every time he goes to chase after them, they just seem to get further and further away. They're calling his name, his older name, the name he went by before. At first their just calling his name, then they're shouting his name, and eventually they're screaming and shouting his name until they sound hoarse, as if they've been through hours of this. He tries to call back to them but no words comes from him, he can't make a sound.
The cries for his name then turn into screams, just screams. Horrible, blood chilling, lung ripping screams. They aren't coming from up ahead in the distance anymore, they sound like their coming from everywhere; every tree, every blade of grass at his feet, the very wind itself. Every time they start, he wants to clamp his hands over his ears so he won't hear them anymore, but his arms are seemingly trapped at his sides and he can't move them at all.
The screams go from sounding anguished and pained, to vengeful and hate filled. He can't take it anymore. He can't move, but he spins around anyway, SOMETHING spins him around. He comes inch to inch, face to face with his late mother, her jaw practically dropped down against her chest, blood gargling from her throat, eyes bulging and full of fury, the flesh of her face peeling away and rotting in an instant.
He shoots up, awake. Yelping and batting his hands at the air in front of him, pushing himself back away from where he slept. Sweat prickling at his hairline and the back of his neck, the room suddenly feels as cold as that empty land in his nightmare. His chest rises and falls frantically as he looks to every corner of the room to make sure that there ARE corners, that there ARE walls, and that he isn't still in that terrible place.
He doesn't give himself a chance to calm down, he gets to his feet and leaves the room, heading into the other rooms. Checking to make sure everyone is still there. Everyone is blissfully asleep on the beds. He gives a sigh of relief when he can hear Julian snore, he takes a few deep breaths when he spots Pat lying on his back, being careful not to roll onto his arrow and wake himself up again with a girly shriek. He goes into Kitty's room and approaches the young, sleeping woman. Carefully flipping the feathers resting in her hair up and away from her face so that they wouldn't tickle her awake again. If he could pick up the blanket, he'd tuck her in tight and wish her pleasant dreams.
He checks on everyone, The Captain, Thomas, Fanny. He even searches the whole house until he finds Humphrey's head resting atop some shelves in the library. All the while, his mind is in a frenzy; he won't be able to rest until he's made sure his tribe is safe, only then will he be able to shake the feeling of somebody stalking right behind him, breathing and croaking down his neck with each step he took. If he'd turn his head to the side, he'd come nose to nose with his poor mutilated mother again, never sure if he'd ever be able to earn her forgiveness for his one act of accidental negligence. An act he's still paying the price for every night in his dreams.
He checks on Alison and Mike, and their newborn lying in the cot. He checks his mouse family and Graham, the suit of armour. He goes outside to Fanny's pet cemetery to check that all the familiar scents of the long departed animals are still there where he remembers them being laid to rest. He looks up at the stars and counts his familiar friends. Moonah is above him and emerging from the black clouds, her pale face gazing down at him in all her pity and mercy.
He can go inside now. His mother isn't behind him anymore, he doesn't have to fear looking over his shoulder as he ascends the stairs. He doesn't have to keep his ears open for screaming coming from the woods, he doesn't have to worry about seeing that burned tree again, and he doesn't have to be alone anymore.
At least, not until he decides to go to sleep again.
He's back in his room now, against the wall which he's trying not to fall back through. He's stroking the furs at his chest and clinging to himself, letting his held back tears finally fall.
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rexscanonwife · 3 months
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My message for the day: everyone LOOK at my baby boy 😭🫶💖 I got this comm from @skeltrr a while ago who finished it a couple days ago and I love it!
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sawedofffeet · 4 months
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Beautiful baby yo baby it's money it's money *lip bite* *snap*
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