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Truth

This separates Doms from doms

Girls don't want flowers they want to fuck the big scary monster that only has eyes for her

Flowers are nice too though 🥰 thinking about the scary monster beating and fucking me unconscious only to wake up sore filled with cum and surrounded by flowers🖤

thinking about when i told him he was too big and it hurt too much and i couldnt take it and he just pinned me down harder and said “ohhh i know baby, i know” all condescendingly and pounded me harder

If anyone ever finds the full video of this please share and tell me where to find it😭

a rapist with absolutely nothing in the world to lose can be ur soulmate if u just stop fucking moving n let them do this one thing bc they dont want to hurt u but u need to stop fucking moving stop fucking moving stop fucking moving stop fucking moving stop. fucking. moving.

I want someone to beat me up so bad. Throw me around and punch me, kick me, strangle me

Eye contact while you rape your baby into her is so important, don’t forget that. Make her look you deep in your eyes so that she can’t pretend it’s not happening, cannot dissociate away from it, cannot even pretend it’s some other, more desirable man who’s done this to her, or that it doesn’t exist at all. You are being raped. You are being bred. You will never be the same. I have broken you.

I swear to god I will edge you until you cry then shove my gun inside your swollen, sensitive, soaking wet cunt and make you masturbate while I fuck you with it. When you’re about to cum I’ll pull the trigger just to watch your mind melt when you hear the click.

kinda into men who scare the fuck out of me. the violent kind who make me flinch when they get angry and hold me so tight i get bruises. the kind that tell me they’ll kill me and mean it.

Sometimes I fantasize about my girlfriend coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me all night as I gently cry into her chest. Is there any hope left for me?