here just to reblog birdboy

nothing here is mine all from former dolldefiler and it's just my favourite stories

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C/W: Misogyny, rapey, piss, rimming

Aww, are you sad, puppet? You are? Why? Because of your grades? Your results came out? You’ve fucked up your degree? Baby, you know that doesn’t matter, right? None of it matters.

Because your problems just don’t matter.

My cock’s so fucking hard right now. I need your pretty little lips wrapped around my dick right now. Mhm? No, no, no, don’t start crying now. You know that only makes me harder. Shh, look at that now. Look at my cock, sweetheart. See every vein? Every drop of precum? That’s all that matters. Not your silly little problems. The only thing that matters is my cock.

Fuck… Yes. I love it when you sob while my cock’s buried down your throat. Shit, shit, sorry for using your head like a fleshlight. Sorry I can’t hold back. I’m just using you the way you were meant to be used. Like a pathetic, three-holed cocksleeve that drinks her owner’s cum. Are you still thinking about those pathetic grades? Don’t fucking bother. I’ll give you my credit card later. Buy yourself some pretty dresses and lingerie. Model them for me while I jerk off to it. You’ll do that for me because you’re my private pornstar. You’re just masturbation material. You’re not a real person. You’re just a set of holes for me to cum inside.

I don’t give a shit what you’ll tell your parents. Don’t forget my balls, you dumb cunt. That’s right, baby. Suck them. Gargle them. Wow, you really do look like a brainless mutt worshipping its owner’s balls like that. And you thought you could get a degree? Stupid whore. Lower. Get my ass now. Tongue fuck my ass like the pathetic fucking bitch you are. Shit, yes. YES. You’re so fucking disgusting, I love it. I’ll buy some takeout from your favourite place tonight. You can eat it off the floor with my cum as a dressing while I piss inside your tight, tiny asshole. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so hot. You started tongue fucking my ass so much better after I promised to do that. You really are a pathetic nobody. Your problems don’t matter. You’d need a degree if you were something more than a fleshlight on two legs… but you’re not. FUCK YES. You pathetic, ass-eating, piss-drinking brainless bimbo. You’re nothing. You’re less than a person. You’re less than a fucking fleshlight. You should only cry to turn me on. Nothing in your life matters enough for you to cry. Nothing except my fucking cock.

Now go and run a bath. I know you love bubble baths. That’ll cheer you up. Or at least it would if I don’t pound your stupid little bimbo cunt while drowning you. It makes me laugh when you flail. Nothing is more important than draining my balls, princess.

Is that clear?

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[Oh look, it’s bird boy ignoring all his responsibilities again. There’s no sex here, I’m just warming up my fingers, feel free to skip. Not that you shouldn’t feel free to skip the others…]

C/W: Rapey, impact, misogyny, patriarchy, domestic abuse

The sign of a good, broken housewife would be her skill in the kitchen. I’d all but confine her there, stepping in occasionally to look at her work. I wouldn’t know anything about the food she’s making but I’d still explain how fucking stupid she is to her.

“No, you fucking moron, you’re supposed to put a pinch more salt here,” I’d yell, “Don’t be an idiot!” I’d make large strides towards her. She’d shrink and recoil, her fists bundled up in fear. I’d slap her sharply for whatever reason I wanted. Women are property after all. She’d sob silently, afraid of drawing my fury any further. It wouldn’t matter.

“Oh—oh, for fuck’s sake, are you crying now?” I’d ask, impatient and annoyed at my inferior fucking slave daring to show her emotions. “I said. Are. You. Crying. Now.” I’d punctuate each word with a harsh slap, sending her sprawling across the cold, tiled floor. She’d break out in heavier, uncontrollable sobs and hear the soft clicks of my shoes against the floor. I’d walk to the drawer, selecting my tool of torture.

She’d beg and plead… if she knew any good would come of it. In reality, she’d simply lay there and curse her own stupidity for not putting enough salt in. What a pathetic housewife she was. My punishment device in hand, I’d pull her up using a fistful of her hair. I’d wave a wooden spatula in front of her face and ask, “So, you dumb cunt, can you tell me what this?”

“A-a sp-sp-spatula?”

I’d let go of her hair and slap her across the face again. Again she’d be sent to the floor. With an impatient sigh, I’d pick her up again. “It’s a spatula. A spatula. Not whatever the gargled mess that left your mouth was. Now tell me what it’s used for.”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, Sir. It’s used to—.”

I’d slap her before she’d finish her sentence. She’d look up at me from the floor, pain and confusion in her eyes. Not a smidgen of anger. I’d have beaten that out of her months ago. She’d blame and hurt herself for these mistakes. She wouldn’t even be capable of pointing a finger at me. I’d shrug, as if acknowledging her silent question. “It’s not like you’d have gotten the right answer anyway, your brainless bimbo.”

Her humanity would be too broken to break even further by now. She’d simply accept my words as gospel. “A spatula is used to punish stupid, talentless whores like you that can’t cook.”

I’d spread her legs roughly and pull up her skirt to reveal her bare cunt. Perhaps it’d glisten, perhaps it wouldn’t. I wouldn’t notice or care. I’d simply strike her several times without warning. Again and again, beating her cunt with her own spatula while she’d hold onto the kitchen counter. She’d hold in a scream at first before bursting out into a noise of sheer animalistic pain.

“SHUT. UP. WHILE. I. PUNISH. YOU.”

I’d scream, striking her harder and faster. Gone would be the thinly veiled facade of punishment. I’d simply hurt her for the sake of hurting. Inflicting pain on her red cunt until she’d collapse.

She’d lay there panting, too exhausted to sob, to hurt to move. I’d throw the spatula down onto her limp body, watching the head hit her face at a painful angle. She’d flinch.

“Clean yourself up, you pathetic fleshlight. I’ll shove that spatula up your fucking asshole if dinner’s not ready by 7.”

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[Dark stuff ahead!!]

C/W: Rape, anal, blood, punches, knives (well, more like a single knife)

I really need to beat the shit out of a friend before teaching her her place.

She’d sit there in horror, watching me drunkenly jack off my thick, throbbing cock, eyeing up her tits. I’d reach over, landing a sharp punch across her face, feeling my cock fucking twitch as she yelps and groans in pain. She’d be terrified. This is what she deserved. For every time she’d complain about another guy or give me shit, I’d beat the fuck out of her, until her blood covers my fists.

I’d reach for her asshole, plunging bloody fingers deep into her unprepared, unwilling depths, feeling her hole clamp around me. My fingers would saw in and out of her perfect ass. My dick would fucking throb listening to her scream while her ass jiggles around my knuckles. God, I’d even reach for a knife, threatening to cut her up if she kept screaming. I’d hope she screams more. Louder. Just so I can draw a line of blood across her body.

And the worst part is—I’d tell her as I pound her tiny, abused asshole with my rapist cock—the worst part is that I would never have done this when we first met. I was feminist, kind, and gentle. I’d never dream of hurting her, of pressuring her, of raping her. She did this to me. Her incessant, self-centred, one-sided conversations turned me into this. Every time she bent over, every time she talked shit to me, I slowly realised what a pathetic little bitch in need of rape she is.

I'd feel her writhe under me, her hips bucking in a feeble attempt to stop me. I’d slam her face into the ground and threaten to stab her if she continued. The silence would be filled with my grunts and the sounds of a woman turning into an injured, traumatised animal. I used to have a crush on her. Now I just want her to hurt. I’d make her hurt.

I’d leave her asshole and bury my shaft into her wretched cunt. Her fuckbox. Anything except a pussy or a vagina. Women have those, not sub-human, traumatised fleshlights. I’d carve away her fucking flaws, the annoying personality, the sassy mouth and turn her into the perfect little porn fuckdoll for me, even if it leaves her broken. Especially if it leaves her broken. In and out, I’d slam inside her, feeling her cunt clench down on me, trying to stop me. She’d feel so fucking good around my hard, veiny cock while I threaten to pump her full of cum.

I wonder what her eyes would look like. Her cute, innocent little friend turned into a violent rapist in the blink of an eye. Would she be shocked? Angry? Or would she simply be empty? I’d laugh at her either way, feeling her twitch slightly beneath me. I’d use the knife to draw out a response, any response, before flooding her womb. Thick, creamy cum from the man she used to trust and dote on most.

Maybe she’d start drinking more to ease the pain. Maybe I’d take advantage of her drunken holes every fucking time.

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[Speedran this one because the idea came to me all of a sudden lol]

Would it be possible to convert some shy girl into a sloppy whore by covering her head with a paper bag every time we fuck? She’d go from covering her face to biting her lip under her bag as I violently fuck her cunt. In and out, again and again, I’d slam myself into her while she struggles to keep quiet. She’d change over time, panting like a bitch in heat while I stroke my cock inside her holes, and soon she’d be ready. I’d pound into her, rapidly stretching her holes, stopping in front of a mirror. 

She’d be so used to the bag hiding her expressions. She wouldn’t even feel the bag lift off her face until she felt my lips nibbling on her neck while I pump inside her wanton fuckholes.

What sort of face would she see in the mirror? The depraved, disgusting face of a whore with rolled back eyes, panting for air? The quivering lips of a fuckdoll that’s still so desperately trying to keep it in? Or would she cum seeing herself like this for the first time?

Would I feel her clench around my cock, finally realising that she can pretend to be demure and gentle but deep down… she cums hardest being used like a fleshlight.

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[Very largely inspired by @figmentedbitch and developed with her help]

C/W: Misogyny

There you sat, calling out depraved misogynist posts on Facebook or Instagram, furiously arguing with some disgusting pig. On and on he’d throw out the most degrading things about women, disregarding you entirely. You could almost hear the sneer and disdain in his words. And then something would change.

“You’re mouthy but at least you’re one hot fucking bitch,” he'd say.

“Excuse me?” You'd respond, your heart sinking.

He could see your profile. Silly, stupid, empowered feminist that you are, you forgot to make your profile private. And he’d watch every one of your slutty bikini posts. He’d scroll those poses of you squatting and spreading your legs, as if you’re a piece of meat on display. All those “feminist”, slutty whore poses that he’d start to call you out on. All those sheer dresses he'd ogle. He’d move to your DMs, spamming you with messages, sending you your own pictures from the darkest pits of your profile. Those disgusting, gross pictures you’d take as a way to empower yourself. 

You could delete them but you’d have to accept they’re stored away on the hard drive of some pathetic gooner that’s only after your body. Forever.

You’d respond furiously, but your replies would get slower over time. After all, you’d be using one hand to stir up your sloppy, wet degraded cunt. You shouldn’t be getting wet at some patriarchal bastard sending you pictures of his cock jerking off to your feminist curves. But you are. It’s okay to edge away like the pathetic fuckmutt you are. He’d know you’re getting off to it as well. It's what you were made for after all.

He’d show you more pictures, telling you how he’d fuck you in them. How he’d break you in them. You could pretend to be angry but you’d both know what you need. You need to see his jizz over a photo of you. A tribute to prove how disgustingly slutty you really are to men, no matter what your ‘thoughts’ are. You’d lose it seeing gross cum drip down your smiling selfies and innocent photos with the girls.

You’d cum so fucking hard, wouldn’t you? Watching some gooner pump his shaft and shoot ropes of thick, heavy cum, telling you that if you’re going to dress like a whore, you’re asking to be treated like one. That posting pictures like that means you’re asking for a man to comment on your holes. Your tits. Your ass. Your legs. Your waist. It's not about what you want, sweetheart. It's about what your pervy, wet set of fuckholes deserve for being born inferior.

You’d furiously send your last response, hitting ‘send’ as you lick your own cum off your fingers. Pathetic.

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[To clarify, I don't actually have a harem]

C/W: Misogyny, FFM, Rimming,

I’d love to make a pair of girls compete with each other for a place in my harem. I’d test them on how nasty they could be, how fucking depraved they would turn themselves for male validation.

One of them would begin well, begging to eat my ass or to gargle my balls. Anything to please me. It’d turn me on so fucking badly to hear such filth leave her mouth. Her competitor would notice how she’d make my cock throb with her words and push her mouth onto my cock to shut her up, forcing her to gag at the sudden invasion. She’d struggle but her gender traitor friend would hold her tight, repeating that filth while she looks up at me. She’d hold the weak, pathetic slut still before beginning to make out with my asshole. The little bitch would reach around and pull the poor girl’s hair closer to me, choking her until she bubbles and froths on my hard, pulsing shaft.

She’d hurt her because she’d understand that sisterhood is about betraying women for a man’s pleasure. She’d eagerly alternate between my ass and balls, licking up the throat spit that pathetically drips down the choked out whore’s chin. She’d do all that for my pleasure. 

All to eventually cum inside one of their pretty little cunts. After all, women don’t deserve to cum. A man’s cum is the closest thing to an orgasm they’ll get. 

She’d know to act like the perfect little gender traitor. A victim that creates other victims with no self-worth. Good girls make more good girls. 

Tell me… who would you be? The vicious gender traitor? Or the poor, pathetic victim?

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[Sleepy again so only 1 piece. Request from someone in DMs that didn’t want to be mentioned. If you’re reading this, I’ve toned down the racist angle bb, sozzles, felt kind of odd.]

C/W: Misogyny, mentions of someone being racist

You thought you’d introduce your boyfriend to a few more kinks. He’s a little vanilla. A little soft in bed. Maybe just a dash of kink would be nicer?

So you’d open him up to your filthy porn. You’d throw rougher, more abusive porn gifs and erotica at him, jerking him off to them, whispering to him and telling him how fucking good it would feel to do the same to you. 

Over time he’d fuck you harder. He’d pull your hair. He’d slap you. He’d choke you. And you’d cum so fucking hard each time. You’d make a monster to fuck you as brutally as you need. To satisfy your aching, throbbing cunt, you’d turn a good man into a brutal rapist in bed. And you’d love every minute of it.

The lines would start to blur.

It would be a kink. It would be roleplay. Until it wouldn’t be. He’d get really into abusing your tight set of fuckholes. He’d make lewd, sexist, racist, misogynist remarks and grope as if you were a piece of meat. But it’s not like you’d be able to stop him. After all, the worse he becomes, the more he degrades and belittles you, the more you’d obey him.

You might as well make him worse.

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Have you ever wondered what the difference between a girl and a dog is? One of them is kind, smart, loyal, and utterly adorable. The other is a three-holed fucktoy that was made only to be dicked down. Girls can obey like dogs do, but they’re just not as smart. They’ll whine and moan and paw at my cock, but they’ll turn into docile, drooling creatures the moment I ram my fuckstick into their mouths.

I would never harm a dog, but girls just look so much better when they cry after they’ve been beaten up, don’t you think? It’s the easiest way to show a girl you love them. I’d feed my dog on time but I’d starve my whore. Not to control her weight or anything. Just for the fun of it. It’s only natural for her to obey me after all.

And their throats? They’re simply the best lube dispensers, aren’t they? There’s nothing better than ramming my cock into some slut’s throat, grabbing her by the neck and giving myself a handjob using her tight airways.

In short, dogs are respectable, dignified creatures. A man’s best friend. Girls are the silicone fleshlights you keep under your bed, neglected until you need to use them.

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[I'll be out petting a friend's drooling bitch today (literal), I hope you're all jealous.]

I’d love to train a girl into becoming my free-use whore.

When training a dog, there are five things to consider. The first is that you must use short, consistent commands. I’d sidle up to her and reach for her body, groping her, readying her for my cock. I’d lift her skirt up amidst her protests and slam my cock into her. “Stay,” I would say, pinning her against the wall. “Shut the fuck up,” I would order, while my fingers plunge down her mouth. Short and simple. Easy, right?

The second thing to consider is patience. Girls are silly creatures with short attention spans. I’d take her phone away while my hips slam in and out of her sopping, wet cunt. She’d glare at me in annoyance while my dick stirs up her slutty insides. Ultimately, I’d pound into her, drawing her attention away from her anger and to my violent, bitch-taming cock. She’d begin to pant like the nasty, untamed whore she is deep down. It’d be best to finish up with her before she becomes distracted. Silly whore.

The third thing is positive reinforcement. I’d reward her patience, her willingness to let me use her fleshlight of a pussy with sweet orgasms and treats. I’d shove her favourite chocolate into her mouth while I pour my thick, creamy jizz into her slit. Every time I fucking cum in her, she’d be reminded of her favourite chocolate. I’d praise her for being such a submissive set of holes. That’s what good little bitches deserve, right?

The fourth is to escalate sessions. Naturally, I wouldn’t start by fucking her immediately. I’d lower her boundaries over time. A quick grope here, an ass slap there. A finger down her throat would turn into shoving my cock down her throat, all while she’s on the phone to her friend. You can get anyone to hold anything when they’re on the phone. It’d be the perfect time to have her jack off my cock. Only then would I even consider ramming my cock into her tight, wet fuckholes. You don’t want to scare her away immediately.

Finally, it’s unfortunate to say but undesirable behaviour must be weeded out. Is she refusing to suck my cock? I’d bend her over and start spanking her ass. Physical, hard punishment to show her whose bitch she is. She’d squirm under me and begin to apologise but until she promises to gag and choke on my cock like a mutt in heat, I’m not letting go. I’d turn her ass fucking red and bruised if I needed to. Anything to inflict the pain into her body. The pain of disobeying me.

By the end of it, I’d get myself a tamed, trained three-holed bitch that eagerly drool for my cock. She’ll look especially pretty nuzzling my cock, I think.

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For every question you got wrong, I’ll shove my cock a little deeper into your ass, princess.

Now let’s see. Wrong. Fuck, your sphincter’s fighting my cock, isn’t it?

Wrong. Did you want to get your ass stretched out?

Wrong. FUCK, your bowels are fucking massaging my cock, you slut.

WRONG, wrong, wrong. Fuck, you dumb little whore. Maybe you’re just too dumb for education.

Maybe you should just drop out and become my anal fleshlight, you slutty sex toy. Look at you humping my cock. You like that, don’t you? You like being it when my balls slap against your cunt when I fuck your ass, don’t you.

I know you did, my love. Now please just shut the fuck up while I rail your tiny butthole with my thick cock, sweetie. Fuck, I’m going to turn your asshole into the perfect, sloppy fuckhole for me.

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[Inspired by a post I saw floating around]

It’d be utterly cruel to strip away a woman’s identity until she’s just a sex toy, wouldn’t it? I’d replace her clothes with sluttier and sluttier lingerie, objectifying her fuckdoll body in any way possible. As she’d drink her coffee in the morning, I’d stand in front of her, stroking my pulsing cock. I’d pour my thick, creamy load into her coffee, before kissing her forehead and making my own cup. I’d walk over her boundaries, groping her, slapping her ass, pinching her nipples, everytime I pass by her. I’d harass her endlessly until she simply accepts it as a standard part of life.

I’d set her plate on the floor and snap a collar around her neck, telling my little bitch to eat up. If she’s slow or is indignant, I’d kneel down and spray another load of white sauce onto her plate. I’d force her head down and have her eat it off her plate, like the sub-human animal she is. I’d throw things at her and around her before telling her to clean after herself. Her mess is her mess. My mess is her mess. 

She might snap at some point. She’d raise her voice, and I’d simply molest her lewd tits, stripping off her clothes. She’d ask me to stop. I’d spit in her face. She’d demand I stop. I’d lower her to her knees and shut the inferior fuckmutt up by pounding her stupid little face with my dick. She can argue all she wants while my hairy balls slap against her chin and my dick chokes her out.

And at night, when she finally thinks she has a break from her torment, she’d wake up to the feeling of a cock in her asshole. She’d feel warm fluids leaking around her and my arm wrapped around her neck. Not viscous enough to be cum. Piss. I’d piss in her asshole as she sleeps. Why would I bother going to the bathroom when there’s a urinal sleeping next to me? I’d jack off in her asshole and slide myself into her cunt only to breed the sex toy with my icky, misogynistic jizz.

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[Was inspired by @rottenmami-bae to do something with religion]

C/W: Religion whatnots

I’d love to step out of the shadows and in front of my religious partner while she prays. Her eyes would be shut and her hands clasped together while she whispers her prayers. The sound of my zipper would bring her back to reality. “Sweetie, we’ve spoken about this before. The only god you worship is me.”

I’d shove my cock into her mouth, thrusting in deep as my balls slap against her face. If she could speak, she’d talk about the blaspheming of the lord, or the desecration of her worship. She’d learn one way or another that she’d bow at the altar of my cock. I’d fuck her in front of her idols and texts, defiling her holy, innocent body with my violent, evil cock. I’d taint her soul with my lust, pumping her womb full of my holy water and breeding my spawn into her. The perfect vessel for my depraved desires.

Come prayer time, I’d snap my fingers and watch her make out with my balls adoringly, as if devoting herself to me fully. Her belly would swell with my child. Her shrine littered with pictures of me. She’d finally embrace her role as a nun in service to the religion of me.

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C/W: Rape, misogyny, piss

What’s this I see? A disgusting little porn addict? You used to be so innocent and oblivious and now you sit in front of your laptop every night causing a huge mess. Do the people that love you know what a pervy goonette you are? 

Do they know that you’ve groomed and manipulated yourself into cumming to filthy new kinks? What would they say if they saw your leaky panties? What would they say if they knew you wanted someone to lick up your tears while you’re being fucked?

You’re so pretty you could have anyone but you’re sitting here fingering your asshole, pretending you’re being raped. You could have your meals paid by anyone, but you’ve convinced yourself you love the taste of piss and ass more than anything else.

Your dumb girl brain’s been rewired to become this confused, broken set of holes that likes the warmth of piss, the taste of cum, and the icky, gross fantasies you’re rubbing yourself to.

You’ve become even pervier than the pervs you dream about, you know. It’s far too late to save you. So just enjoy it.

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C/W: Misogyny, feet worship (thought I’d try something new)

I’ve mentioned it before but I’d love to be in a relationship filled with casual, subtle misogyny. “How was your day, you dumb fucktoy?” said in the gentlest of tones. And as you’d speak, I’d put down my paper and beckon you over with a finger. You’d blabber on joyfully until I stuff my cock into your mouth, shutting you up. You’d keep speaking. I don’t know if it’d be to grumble or to carry on talking about your day. Either way, I’d tell you to quieten down. That good girls don’t speak with their mouths full. You’d squat in your cute suit and feel your own throat spit trickle down to your blouse, but you’d let it happen.

I’d love to walk in on you cooking one day, and stand behind you, groping your perfect body as if you were a piece of meat. You could be cooking something whose recipe you knew back to front, and I’d still mock you for getting things wrong. “No, you idiot, you’re supposed to add chilli powder, not paprika here.” Again, you’d take it, because I’m the man here. I’m sure you’d want to protest. You’d simply lower your head and obey, like a good bitch. I might as well get you to bark for me, you stupid cunt.

And after you’ve had a busy day, I’d force you to worship me. You’d stumble into our room from the bathroom, ready for bed and… I’d tell you to stop. To crawl to my feet and massage them for me. You’d feel so tired, you could throw up but you’d still do it, like the pathetic bitch you are. Your soft, weak hands would crawl across my feet, tenderly soothing my nonexistent pain. But that wouldn’t be enough for me. “Use your tongue.” And you would, repulsed and aroused. This is your place in our relationship. Even when my cock’s not inside you, you’d still obey me.

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[I really tried with this but incels make me laugh so I struggled to make it sound serious HELP. I was so close to adding a line about joining that one Andrew Tate course. I'll come back to this when I develop my writing more (and hopefully let him fuck someone)!! Hope you enjoy it, @figmentedbitch, @rottenmami-bae]

C/W: Misogyny

Those rich fucking assholes just have to smile to get her attention. If I had that money, I’d look hot as well. If I had that money, I’d be burying my dick in pussy every night. Those stupid sluts can’t appreciate a good, kind man when they see one. 

It’s not my fault I was born this height or that I smell this way. If I had money, I could change myself but I don’t so society thinks I’m a loser. If some cuntish meathead were to open the door for them, they’d be on their knees, thanking him by sucking on his micro-cock. But not me. No, they’ll look at me with disgust. Whores. Why do the hottest girls have to be so bitchy? I want someone that understands traditional values. Someone that’ll cook and clean for me. Someone that’ll serve me drinks and blow me while I play video games. I’m owed it.

Let me just have a fucking woman for once. I deserve one, don’t I? I’m a fucking man after all, aren’t I? Let me spank her fucking tits and drown my dick in her worthless fucking cunt. Just like my ancestors would have done. Just like I should be doing. Feminism’s corrupted women today. It’s a poison that makes them think they deserve freedom and independence. Women were made to be under the control of men. Real men. Men like me. Their cunts are used to give birth to my children. Their tits are used to nurse my kids. Why can’t they just accept their fucking place in the world and ACCEPT A NICE GUY?

I’m so tired of this shit. I just want someone to love. Won’t somebody just love me for once?

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Imagine we're in a relationship and we get into an argument and I stop talking to you so you rape me till I start talking to you again

-🩷🩵(if its not taken)

C/W: Rape, misogyny

Where are you going? I'm talking to you. Hey! All I'm asking for is a meal when I get back from work. What? Are you mute now? Hello?

Fuck's sake... Right. So we're doing the silent treatment now, are we? Are you a fucking child? If you want to act like one, I'll treat you like one, you dumb bitch.

Slap

Maybe all you need- slap, is some discipline. A good- slap, hard- slap, spanking is what you need, isn't it?

Slap

What the fuck?

Slap

You're getting wet? I can see your cunt fucking glistening and you're still not saying a word? So that's what it was. I've not fucked you properly lately, have I? I've not shown you who the three-holed fucktoy in this relationship is recently, have I? Get on the fucking floor. MOVE!

Oh, so you can open your mouth to scream, can you? Let's see if my cock can get you speaking again. God, you're one petty fuckmutt but your cunt sure is tight. Shit yes, just like that. Maybe this is all you're good for, being raped. Being fucked by your man.

After all, you can't even clean the house while I'm gone. You may as well just greet me at the door with your cunt spread for me. At least that way you might be useful to me. What was that? A word?

FUCK, milk my cock, you bitch. That's right, just jerk me off with your cumhole, slut. You know I can keep fucking you against this cold, hard ground for as long as I need to, don't you?

Oh? She can speak. Clearly all you needed was my cock down your cunt for you to stop acting like one. Now, will you give me what I want or am I going to have to fuck up your whore body tonight? Yes? Good, now hold still while I finish.

(Nothing's been taken yet because I only recently realised what the fucking emojis meant ahhhh.)

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[Requested by an ask I got, thank you anon <3]

C/W: Misogyny, dumbification

“Honey, are you really going to go out dressed like that? No, you look awful, darling. Let's get you something else to wear.”

“Oh dear, no, sweetheart. You don’t want to try that, you won’t like it. How do I know? Just trust me. Look mate, she’ll have this one. No, sweetie, you will take this and you will enjoy it.”

“What are we doing here? Homework? Oh, let’s take a look. Hmm… well it looks good. If you want to scrape a passing mark. I mean look at this. This is just completely wrong, you silly little girl. Look, let me show you how to do it. Give me your pen. You should be writing in pencil anyway, sweetheart. What if you make a mistake?”

“Mhm, that’s it honey. Just like that. You wanted help with your self-esteem, didn’t you? What better way than showing off those tits for me? What better way than spreading that cunt for me in the most embarrassing way you can think of. You’ll be so used to it, you’ll forget what it’s like to worry about what other people think.”

“No, angel, come here. We don’t want you walking by the road, do we? There we go. Yes, I need to keep my arm around you. What if you wander off? What if you run in a lamp post, the clumsy thing you are?”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve not got my fingers down to the knuckle in your mouth because there’s some g-spot at the back of your throat. I’m not doing this because there’s an off switch to your independence back there. No, I’m doing this because I enjoy watching you struggle and choke on my fingers while you look at me with your dumb, teary eyes.”

“Now be a good girl for me and cheer up. You’ve got to start on your chores in ten minutes.”