angie :p

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[milkyhoneybee]

I need to print some stickers or badges that say 'you can and should sexually degrade and grope me in public' and 'will give you head in the bathroom or alley' and 'my nipples are extremely suckable, i promise' and wear them to the queer bar because I need some of these people to stop being so timid when I'm flirting with them

[shadeofgreed]

Holding you down by the throat and punching your belly telling you the only way I'll stop is if you beg for my cock and call me "Dad".

[angieapples]

[ditzydreamygirl]

i would look soooo pretty smiling n looking up at him with his cock draped over my face and his balls covering my nose (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[bruisedfig]

him specifically <3

[kawaiiibunniiii]

[straplovinglesbiandegenerate]

drooling at the thought of being punched atm

[ditzydreamygirl]

i would look soooo pretty smiling n looking up at him with his cock draped over my face and his balls covering my nose (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[bruisedfig]

him specifically <3

[frijolebean]

Dognatural? 🐾🪶

[inadoves]

kiss of life

soldier boy x reader (18+)

warnings: punching/slapping, abusive behavior, not proofread… yikes all around. i do not support abuse guys don’t accept abusive behavior irl!!! here’s the p!link i took inspo from!

wc: 970

note: hey there people… sorry for being awol. i’ve hit a total writer’s block, but hopefully being home will bring me back! still working on the 1k but in the meantime here’s a treat, and thank you for 1.1k!!

He hits you because he loves you.

Ben isn’t mean, he doesn’t do things just to do them for the most part. He thinks about it. Takes his time with you cowering on the couch. He stares at you with sharp green eyes like freshly dug emeralds, they sting and make you shiver.

The world feels like it stops when he does it. His breath like fire, your skin melting away. He might as well be your father with the way he relishes on punishing you.

Between your teeth you suck in a breath. You hold it until your airway is so full with pressure the exhale bursts out and makes you twist your head.

He’s not harsh. His hand grasps at your face, your cheeks smushed between his fingers as he turns you back to him. “Stop turning.” He grips the edge of the silky leather couch until it squeaks. “If I wanted someone so jittery I’d get the crack addict who sleeps around outside the lobby.”

It’s such a stupid thing to say it makes you let your guard down. So amusing, so outlandishly him you almost find yourself laughing.

Ben notices the curl of your lips and takes it in with distaste. “Are you laughing?” He barks. Instantly you shut down, every wall back up in its place. You shake your head tightly, biting your bottom lip nervously. “You were laughing. Fuck’s so funny? You think you should be laughing when I’ve got half a brain to beat you stupid?”

“N-No, no I wasn’t- I don’t—“

Air leaves your body in seconds. Everything feels cold and still except the force against your face, knuckle to cheekbone. You choke. A gasp tears its way out of your esophagus and out into the world, your face blossoming red and purple. You got lucky he didn’t break your face.

He leans back from you, letting you go and sitting up at your knees. Completely frozen, you’re given no choice but to stay there and stare.

“Not so goddamn funny now, is it?” He spits. Your throat closes. “Speak.”

“No, not funny.” You whisper, blinking away tears and rubbing your face with your hand. Ben clicks his tongue at that, gently removing your hand from your face and holding your wrist in his grasp. “Don’t fight it, dollface. Let it hurt. You deserve it.”

Yes, you do. He thought so long and hard about whether he wanted to hit you or not judging by the crease in his nose, but he was right all along.

You deserve it.

A nod is all it takes for him to go again. You bite your lip between your teeth, squeezing enough for blood to threaten to rush from skin. He’s powerful, calloused knuckles hitting unblemished skin like a shockwave. He never misses his target.

The pain always subsides after a few more. Sure, snot trickles down your lips and your face aches into your eyes but it’s okay. Ben knows better than you, always has and always will.

He’s so precise to not miss a single time, to aim his thick palm right against your swollen cheek time and time again. It shakes your whole body, teeth chattering against each other. You sniffle, licking your lips and tasting the salty, sticky mess of your own pain. Your lip is swollen from biting it giving a natural pout.

Ben rubs your chin with his finger like he’s scratching a puppy. “What’re you pouting for?” He coos, flicking your bottom lip. You shrug your shoulders quietly, sucking in your lip when you look at him. He can’t help but snort at your seemingly childish action. “Shouldn’t be pouting when you’re the one who got me upset. Don’t you have any shame?” He flicks your nose just to watch you flinch. “Anything you want to say for yourself?”

Inhaling, you find the words. They’re right there in your throat just out of reach, desperate to come out for him.

“I’m sorry,” You blubber, turning your head away and rubbing tears out of your face. “Didn’t mean to get you mad.”

His hand guides you to look back at him. “What? I can’t hear you when you’re all turned. You know that.”

Uncomfortably, you shift, muscles stiff yet wobbling like jelly. “I’m sorry.” It’s barely a noise. When he raises his hand to you again your voice curdles in your throat. It doesn’t hurt as bad as a punch might or as a kick does, but it still hurts.

“Again.” Fingernails dig into your chin, the flesh bending strangely around the keratin.

Why is it so hard to say a few words all of a sudden? Why does that pit inside your stomach get larger and larger the more he expects you to say it?

Blubbering, you manage: “I’m sorry!”

You’re so red you might as well have a sunburn.

“I’m sorry, Ben, I’m sorry!”

Should love hurt this much?

He brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, watching the way it trembles beneath the pad and smiling when you try and suck it in. “Stop it.” The words come out uncharacteristically gentle. Ben wipes your tears with both his thumbs, large palms cradling your face with a kindness you only get in moments like these. You look up at him, your big, teary eyes begging for a mercy he will dutifully provide for this moment solely.

His lips press against yours. They’re plush and soft, they burn in the best way possible. “You’re a good girl.” He slides his hands down to your neck, squeezing gently in a way that tries to tell you ‘I’m here.’ You relax into the touch. He revels in it.

Hair is brushed behind your ear by thick yet nimble fingers. “Do you want an ice pack? You’re swollen.” You nod. “Please.”

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[bound-by-the-devil]

If you're a silly little thing who gets off on the idea of big, mean perverts forcing you to be their property, then you're legally obligated to reblog this.

[wr3tched-guts]

big fan of humiliation. big fan of being laughed at during sex. big fan of being called stupid and pathetic. big fan of doing depraved things to be rewarded.

[angieapples]

How old are you? Please add your age in bio!

i’m 19!! sorry my old account got nuked so this one is still under construction

[fastandyurious]

no rape threats by tgirls in my dms right now ugh

[2006machine]

[domdraven]

Not into most watersports, but kicking a dumb mutt with a full bladder, watching them writhe and thrash trying to hold it in, pressing my boot down on their stomach until they can’t hold it anymore, giving me an excuse to beat them for making a mess

[tranny-c1sbreaker]

interact if you wanna see a fat bulge

[angieapples]

belt collars are the best because it’s so impractical but there’s so much control there like trees please put the closest thing to your cock around my neck and borderline strangle me with it

[brincaram]