For Anyone Who Needs To Hear This: You Deserve To Be Ate Out.

thoughts right now

lydia: weh imm a puppy

evelyn: we NEED to eat something

rose: we NEED to domesticate her

A segment from the hdg fic im writing.

tws for ego death as well as normal hdg stuff.

A floret stares out the window. No thoughts run through their mind, only empty, blissful pleasure at anything and everything. The thing can’t tell where “I” begin and Nova ends, or even if an “I” or an “we” exist. There is no panic or shock, only pleasure. Something can’t tell if it likes this. That fact brings pleasure to the trembling body.

Something look outside. There are florets and their affini walking in the nearby park. There are rows and rows of pretty flowers. The ember sky paints everything in gorgeous yellows and oranges. In the tree closest to the hab there is a blue bird. An affini grabs it and puts it in a cage. They give it to their pet. The floret plays with it gently.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird...” It is out of tune and off-beat. The words are slurred to incomprehensibility. That’s a big word that A thing forgot the meaning of. It must not be important.

An affini and their floret are playing with a beautiful blue bird in a cage. The blue contrasts the reddening false sky of the hab ring.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird.” It took several seconds to get it out, although time is now meaningless. Only bliss remains in the thing’s head.

A floret pets a blue bird. If something could focus, it might be able to hear it chirping. Focus doesn’t exist now.

Something sings “blue bird.” It takes more and more effort to speak. There is no need to speak, the only thing that it needs to do is be a good pet for mistress.

A blue bird.

Something moans in tune to a song that was once its favourite. The concept of “favourites” left its mind a long time ago.

Blue bird.

He got his release. Something will not, and it knows it won’t in a deep part of their brain kept locked down by the xenodrugs.

And then, there was nothing. There doesn’t need to be anything. There was only happiness, unending and infinite. And something saw that it was good.

trans women will see "floret" and instantly hit reblog

being fucked by your big sis is amazing, but rn i need to cuddle her and have my hair played with and told everything will be alright

i can believe i'm actually saying this about erotica, but the human domestication guide universe gives me hope and comfort no other media has. thank you everyone in the community yall mean the world <3

There's nothing quite like listening to a pretty girl moan in your ear. It's intoxicating.

kissing girls comes in three stages:

-she relaxes into your arms as you touch your lips to hers and tell her she’s safe now and she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore

-she tenses up and her eyes go wide as you grab her head firmly and your tongue stretches her throat out

-she relaxes again as the psychoactive chemicals in your saliva start to take effect and banish all those pesky human thoughts, leaving her feeling calm, safe, and fulfilled

she just like me for real

is mi >:3

computer that pins you down to your chair with its tendrils and automatically pulls up embarrassing porn that it forces you to watch while it methodically plays with your body and abuses your holes with a little too much mechanical force until youre cumming your brains out like a pathetic little mess and then when its done and youre sitting there like a stupid fucked out loser it hits you with the full screen ^_^ before going back to being a normal computer. they're selling it at best buy ive heard

i need to hump my partners leg as i put my face in their bulge. smelling them as the get worked up looking at me getting so dumb off their musk. i wanna be a good puppy for my girlfriend and let them fuck my throat as they give me headpats