Depraved Fantasies.

keep thinking about them apologizing as they fuck me rougher than usual. "I know, baby, I know...please forgive me, I needed this." as they rut into me hard and fast. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry please don't ask me to stop...I know I'm sorry." knowing they might not be able to stop themself if I ask. "fuck I know it hurts but you're okay baby...just a little longer." as they put their hand over my mouth so they don't have to listen to my pleas as they take all of their frustration out on me.

play fighting and he pins your wrists down and you’re laughing and squirming until you realise his hand is going up your shirt and he’s not letting go even though you’re asking him to stop and telling him it’s not funny >>>>

the thought of being stalked is so fucking hot… i want a creepy loser stalker who knows every single thing about me and thinks about nothing more than all of the fucked up things he’d do to me… thinking of ways he could catch me alone and just have his way with me…

Threatening messages, creepy texts, constant bothering, whining like a needy darling.. Ah, It's romantic.

What if I kidnapped you and raped you daily but treated you like a scared caged animal the whole time. Constantly offering you affection and gentle coos to try to encourage you to not be scared of me, even as I nightly hold your trembling body underneath me hard enough you can't wiggle away from me as I use you to get off. And every time after I cradle your face and smile so warmly as I lick away your tears

i’m serious i need sexually violent things to happen to me immediately

please please be predatory please be rapey please tell me how you'd enjoy my inability to fight you off please tell me how me crying and screaming for you to stop would only make you want it more please

crying isn't my safe word, screaming isn't my safe word, begging isn't my safe word, saying it hurts it hurts isn't my safe word, when I want you to stop I'll fucking call red or yellow just ignore all that other shit coming out of my mouth like fucking please tho

mean man gripping my hair and telling me exactly what he wants to do with me, every single detail, making me nod my head when i try to pull away and calling me a good girl before sticking his tongue down my throat

cnc because i want you to want me so bad that you can't hold yourself back

Have you ever considered that the safest place in the world for a girl to be is chained up in the basement of the one who loves her most

non consensual somno because he knows what you need — you’re pathetically rubbing yourself against the pillow, brow furrowed, lips parted. you’d just feel so much better with his cock buried in your pussy. shushes you when you wake up, your wrists pinned above your head — “it’s okay, baby, i’m here for you.”