Girls Will Be Boys

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I genuinely (and I cannot express this enough) need to be fucked into the mattress, filled with cum and have it fucked back into me with another load.

I cannot stress to you enough how much I need to be a prize. Am I being clear. You can rape me, snuff me, beat me. Hypnotize me, brainwash me, mindwipe me, anything. But it needs to be special. You need to feel proud of it, because it was me. There has to be something you like about me. Maybe you think I'm hot. Maybe you like my writing, or think I'm kind, or smart. And whatever you do has to be claiming ownership of that. Maybe you ruin my looks for everyone but yourself. Maybe you keep me away from everyone, so my kindness is just for you. But no matter what it is, it has to be made special for you. Because its me.

doms who will make it so it’s borderline impossible to get off without their help. they throw away your vibrators, promising a new one that never arrives. they beg you to only touch yourself if it’s with them nearby even if they’re asleep. they just want you to be comfortable in front of them, of course! before you know it, you don’t touch yourself at all anymore. every time that heat creeps into your hips, you find yourself grinding down stupidly on their leg while the hands on your waist set the pace. they just want to help you, baby!

the realization that you’ve forgotten how to make yourself cum might hit you one night as you’re stuffing little fingers in your hole and frowning about how it feels wrong.

maybe it occurs to you to ask about how they do it. you’re sheepish asking, wondering how long you’ve been relying on them to get you off without ever paying attention to how they do it. any inquiries are met with a grin that’s almost familiar but distinctly sharper than usual, more predatory. the understanding that it was all intentional settles heavily in your stomach, but the hand reaching into your underwear soothes away any panic before it can arise.

“no baby, you don’t get to know how i do it. that’s just for me. you couldn’t do it anyway, you’ll just have to ask for my help next time!”

this post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni.

Punk is whatever the state fucking hates so I'm sorry to announce to the functionally conservative but contemporary punk isn't leather jackets and punk rock from the 2000s, it's hyperfemininity, it's transsexualism, it's kinky leather harnesses, it's polyamory, it's Black female rappers, it's reading books from the library, it's pirating media, it's sharing your Netflix and Prime and Spotify passwords, it's patching up your thrifted clothes with cute embroidery until they're in tatters, it's "borrowing" groceries from corporations that make up inflation that doesn't exist, it's supporting small weird freaky artists on Etsy instead of buying the newest Official™️ boring low effort promotional image enamel pins, it's drawing and writing the raunchiest most disgusting and freaky porn you could possibly fathom, it's showing off your tits or top surgery scars in public, it's cis women packing and cis men tucking, it's dykefags and fagdykes and boylesbians and girlgays, it's paying for OnlyFans of trans people fisting themselves, it's making up new genders and sexualities and romantic orientations and editing whole new flags for them, it's refusing to label yourself for the gratification of a government that wants to know under what misspelled drafty legislation they should legally kill you

Punk is being/supporting whatever the state currently fucking despises and wants to burn off the face of the earth, not whatever you think is Punk Aesthetic. If you wanna be punk just to look like you were born in the 80s instead of actually BEING PUNK by supporting the degenerates and the freaks and the sex workers and the BIPOC and the transsexuals and the faggots and the dykes, burn your fucking $800 corp bought leather jacket because you're not Hobie Brown you're just a fucking poser.

Punk is fighting the system beside the ones the system is fighting against, Punk isn't a Pinterest moodboard.

Giggles during mean, nasty sex is a requirement, actually.

I may be a sub, but even I can bend a pretty thing like you over and fucking use you. You make it pretty easily...

I could be so nice... "Please bend over for me?~" And your dumbass would, wouldn't you? You're such a perfect, stupid little pet that even an owned mutt like me can ruin you.

*click click!*

You're such an adorable little plaything~

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