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My fyp it's really doing its job today, damn. Call me Caligula I guess.

reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die

inspired by a friend misspeaking

"on ur knees"

"good boy"

"look at me"

"use ur words"

"say it louder"

"dont make me ask again"

"beg for it"

"say please"

"thats my pretty boy"

"just like that"

"come here"

"you're mine"

"show me ur tongue"

"dont move"

"im proud of u"

PLEASE I FUCKING BEG

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

unfortunately, i require a lot of reassurance.

i can’t wait to get top surgery so i can dress slutty

a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object

god. need him to scare me then comfort me afterwards

maybe kiss my bruises afterwards.

kiss my cunt after he beats it with his boots.

maybe circle my tdick while I'm all sleepy in his arms...

just daddy's lil bruised puppy. need to suck his cock. bad.

i wanna be his pretty puppy sucking his cock under his desk, sleep in a dog bed for him...

stay naked for him while we're alone.

but also get to cuddle with daddy with my stuffies, feeling safe in bed with him. hngh.