Im Being So Fucking Serious About This. If You Follow Me And Gore Is Something Youre Into, Unfollow Me

i’m being so fucking serious about this. if you follow me and gore is something you’re into, unfollow me right fucking now.

someone interacted with my blog and their account was dedicated to gore and gore fetishes. it has sent me into a panic attack.

do not interact with my blog if you are into gore.

i didn’t think i’d have to say this but if you’re into gore. get off my fucking page. do not interact with my posts. point blank period. anyone interacting that is into gore and posts gore on their account will be blocked. immediately.

read a person’s fucking intro post. it’s there for a fucking reason. that is my boundary. do not violate it

pretty boys whose eyes roll back into their head when you finally touch them. pretty boys who whisper "oh fuck" under their breath. pretty boys who need to be restrained because they can't handle the teasing. pretty boys who forget they're holding their breath and let out little gasps and pants. pretty boys who cry when they get to leak for you.

someone pressing their shoe right up against ur cunt thru ur underwear and holding it there just so theres enough pressure to make you ache for more. n when you squirm and beg, expecting them to move or do something, they just smirk down at you and tell you that good puppies earn their treats!!! so you have to lean up and cling to their leg, forehead against their knee while you try to hump n grind against the sole of their boot while they watch you struggle to get off

I want a dom to put a remote controlled vibrator inside me and then make me put on my boxers and jeans, trapping the vibe two layers deep. They make me sit across from them on the chair, "be a good boy and put your hands on your knees," they say, gently pushing my legs apart and turning on the vibrator so I can feel how intensely it can stimulate my cock. "that's level one." They drag their finger across the screen and the vibrations intensify to the point that my whole body shakes and I start to pathetically moan. "I can smell how wet you are already," they grin, turning it down and lounging on the bed, "I want you to tell me if you're close to cumming." They turn up and down at unexpected intervals, laughing and taunting me as I struggle to maintain my position, as my hips start to buck and my whining gets more desperate. "I'm close," I gasp, "I'm so close." they grin, "fucking filthy slut, you want to cum in your jeans? You want to get your clothes all wet with your cum? You want to make a mess of yourself?" they say with faux pity, "then cum for me."

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‘,:) ?? (<- he’s raising his eyebrow cause he’s confused)