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im like if a prey animal walked right into a predator animal's arms n nuzzled its shoulder n looked up at it with big adoring eyes

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no sweetie that warm tingly feeling in your belly isnt love. i have drugged you quite substantially. youre like, welcome.
I like the idea that angels inherently can't be sullied by mortals even if you can rape and torture them. Imagine a perpetual virgin and every time you hurt and violate them it's like the first injustice they've ever felt so you constantly have this creature sick to its stomach and writhing and trembling and brokenly sobbing it will forgive you and as soon as it heals will be back to a fresh state of innocence and love for you to dirty all over again
I like the idea that angels inherently can't be sullied by mortals even if you can rape and torture them. Imagine a perpetual virgin and every time you hurt and violate them it's like the first injustice they've ever felt so you constantly have this creature sick to its stomach and writhing and trembling and brokenly sobbing it will forgive you and as soon as it heals will be back to a fresh state of innocence and love for you to dirty all over again
I like the idea that angels inherently can't be sullied by mortals even if you can rape and torture them. Imagine a perpetual virgin and every time you hurt and violate them it's like the first injustice they've ever felt so you constantly have this creature sick to its stomach and writhing and trembling and brokenly sobbing it will forgive you and as soon as it heals will be back to a fresh state of innocence and love for you to dirty all over again

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that's it! *does a cute bunny princess stomp*
I'm putting a girl on a leash and hurting her!
Exclusively smoking with a long cigarette holder not only for the aesthetics but also to give your mutt of a pilot the occasional drag through the muzzle.
I don't need to mention where the cigarette is being put out on.
never seen anyone talk about this, does anyone else have a real sick excitement about intox, but *specifically* about getting your dom high so they can't hold back and can't tell how hard they're fucking and hitting you? get your dom so high they forget about the structural integrity of your bones. get them high and see if they mark you up too high on your neck. get them drunk and let them take advantage of you.
i value practicing bdsm safely to a high degree; have a safeword, have clear and enthusiastic consent, have good communication, be safe.
the thing is, when you have a safeword that you can say to stop the scene, anytime, you don’t really have no control. and i very much enjoy having no control.
it’s hard to replicate the true fear of trying to safeword and finding out that no, that’s not going to work. you aren’t going to get a break this time. im going to keep doing this until im done, and nothing you say can stop me.
just be warned if you want to try something like this, make sure to provide a lot of aftercare for anyone who agrees to do this to you; tell them that it was okay and hot and you loved it and that while sure, she did technically just rape you, you were totally asking for it, and that makes it okay.
sure, ignoring the safeword is a clear violation of trust, but if you’re fantasizing about someone ignoring your safeword you are literally rapebait, and one can’t trust bait, so it doesn’t matter if the bait trusts them back. the right thing for anyone having sex with you to do is slam their dick into your cute little hole no matter what you say otherwise.
especially if you’re a dog— animals can’t talk, so it would be breaking immersion to listen to anything you say. if you want the scene to be good, she has to ignore the safeword. and if you consent to it beforehand, its even technically okay!
she just needs you to consent to it. just let her rape you. its okay. its gonna be fine. you want this, don’t you? you totally want this.
though she does think its hotter if you think the safeword is going to work, so she needs to let you use it a few times first. that’ll get the real fear in your eyes. she got you to consent to it, right?
well, i guess if we’re breaking bdsm “best practices” we might as well ignore that one too. it’ll be fine. you wanted to get raped, didn’t you? you wanted to feel that stomach-churning betrayal when you realize there’s no getting out of this one? you wanted to never be able to trust her again, right? right. have fun!
Normalize telling me if you’ve jerked off to the thought of raping me

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sorry i can’t admire how big your biceps are unless im in a headlock, yeah you gotta flex them too, it’s the only way
fantasizing about being at a dyke house party. there’s mostly other femmes there and a few tougher butches, but one butch seems more clean-cut, has a nervous dorky vibe and seems very out of place. probably a cooler butch’s friend who got invited along. they clearly don’t go to house-parties often, or even talk to people that often, and they’re crossfaded the moment i get there.
throughout the night i leer at the butch out of the corner of my eye, watch them continue hovering nervously around others, barely able to break into conversation, chugging drinks nervously and chasing frantically after anyone who heads out for a smoke. they clearly can’t handle their weed or their liquor, but nobody is paying attention enough (or cares enough) to stop them. i catch them glancing at me intermittently, but they’re too scared to approach even as i’m staring right back.
far past midnight i find them slumped over half-conscious on the couch, cradling a nearly-empty cup inbetween their thighs. i sit next to them with my legs tucked up underneath me and begin talking to them in a sweet, low voice. i call them sweetheart and honey, say i caught them looking at me all night, ask who brought them there, ask their name. i see the glint of anxiety in their wet, reddened eyes- they got so fucked up they can barely move, and barely talk. i’m not even sure they understand what i’m saying to them, so i make sure to talk slow and clear in a condescending tone, like they’re a little kid. they mumble something about me being pretty, eyes very slowly moving back-and-forth my face to my cleavage, still shining with dumb anxiety.
i tilt my head and make a sound of pity, and brandish my cup, filled with a clear liquid. “you poor baby,” i say, “you should have some water. here, drink some of mine.” i pour my cup out into theirs, and they frantically clench their thighs and clumsily move their hand to grab it and hold it in place. they whine about how nice i am, smiling naively, and slowly, painstakingly, lift the cup up to their lips. their eyes keep drifting shut. they take a sip and their face scrunches up as the pungent taste hits their tongue, and their eyes open and they look at me nervously. they open their mouth as if to ask me something, but i lean in close and wrap my arm around their shoulders, pressing my large chest against theirs. my mouth presses against their sweaty head as i kiss it gently. “drink your water,” i murmur, gentle, my other hand coming up to the bottom of their cup. “here, i’ll help you. you’ll feel so much better.”
when she keeps the basement as cold as possible so that, when she comes down to torture you, you can't help leaning into her warm hands
Overstimulating me to the point it doesn't feel pleasurable to me anymore but still forcing more and more orgasms out of my struggling body until I can only blink up to you with empty eyes, finally reaching the blissful state of a brainless fuckdoll
I love rape that's not for pleasure but instead to satisfy curiousity. I want to understand what your body does when I push you to your limits. I'm interested in watching your face twitch and recoil from my hands searching your body. I don't care about sex I just happen to be fixated on physical responses and you're so beautifully reactive

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if your older sibling is on edge from trying desperately to deny and repress their desire for you and you can tell the effort is obviously agonizing you can help them out by meticulously observing their reactions to things you wear and do and say and continually modify your behavior to drive them to the brink of insanity and then crawl up on their lap and say in your sweetest little voice, "you know I'm doing this on purpose, right?" so that they realize they don't have to hold back anymore
god is it too much to ask for someone to restrain me like a wild animal with my hands bound and neck tied to a post and so someone can use me like a dildo and i can feel the fear mixed with the pleasure as my hot breath warms their neck and every strain against the restraints holding me causes their heart rate to jump cuz they know i want to rip away from them and hold them down and fuck them till theyre crying and