<cw: intox, blackmail, stalking, rape, public gangbang, knifeplay, slighttt mindbreak>
i'll probably start by chatting you up. i'll buy ya a drink, and then another, and another, and hey, one more for the road. maybe slip a little something special into that last one, yeah? and i'd walk you home, cuz what kinda gentleman would i be if i didn't? but god, once we get to your doorstep, and you start to get woozy, you stumble in and don't notice me behind you. you'd pass out on the couch, and only feel a sliiight shaking as i fuck into you. i'd rape you as you slept, worming my tongue into your mouth and abusing your chest. pinching and slapping and seeing your pecs jiggle makes me come deep in your hole. but that's just the appetizer- i take photos of your naked body, your dripping hole, and i wait. when you wake up, you see me- i show ya the photos. i could very well send em out, along with your address, and we wouldn't want that, do we?
so you fold. i take you to this bar (a leash around your neck, we don't want that dog getting away) and call over my buddies. "it's a free use whore" i brag. "squeezes tight and begs so pretty". i step on your foot and you drop to your knees. i fuck your face, brutally, giving you a nosebleed, just to show off how well you take it. my friends grin, and pull out cocks and straps alike. each of your holes gets raped and you jack off others, and when you dare slow down i hold a knife to your throat. my friends laugh at the fear in your eyes.
i'll parade you around town, dressed up in the sluttiest outfits i can find. talking about you like you're something i own, cuz i do. and you realize that even if you could run, you'd never want to leave me.
<that's all for tonight i'm sooo eepy. lmk if ya want me to come off anon bc, despite everything i just wrote, i'm quite shy lol>
Rubbing my thighs together reading this. Siiiigh this is all I want my life to beeee
I’m gunna fuck myself dumb thinking about this🩵
I just want to be used and ruined by everyone around me while being unable to do anything about it