Whyyyy don’t any of my medical checkups end with a nurse sneakily injecting me with sedatives, then waking up gagged and strapped to a gurney while being wheeled into a secret underground facility for various evil kinky medical experiments???
Like srsly wtf
i lied. i am a freak. i crave you like a drug. i love when you can’t leave me alone. i love eye contact. i love when you show your jealous side. i love making out. i love physical touch. i love obsessiveness. you feel like home
i need you to take me violently, i need to be physically overpowered, because i need to know that i couldn't have stopped you no matter how hard i tried to fight back. ensure i have not even a sliver of a choice. absolve me of responsibility
everyday manhandling . .
slamming me against the wall while walking past, dragging me around by my wrist, or steering with a hand tight around my nape, gripping my hair to make me look at something, shoving fingers down my mouth mid-sentence, slapping me whenever he feels like it