[fagg]

he/him

this is a sideblog to main @fruitnfags

just things that are a bit darker or intense or violent but make me blush.

things you'll probably see on this sideblog:

blood blood blood

rape

gore

violence

crying

asphyxiation

snuff murder etc

obsessive behavior 👍

attn: minors, fascists and ppl w bad vibes get blocked

[dprvdholes]

"please stop!" victim x "not until you come" rapist ♡

[guiltfactory]

cuteness aggression rape

[wikipediayuri]

she's holding your hair as hard as she can. her other hand is holding the gun. you're pushed down onto your already bruised knees when she starts speaking low and slow. she's telling you how you're going to unbuckle and take off her belt, then tuck your fingers under her waist band and pull down her pants. she finds a way to grip the bundle of hair in her hand harder as taps the cold gun against your face before telling you "now go ahead, and don't fuck it up."

[priezpourlui]

[miscling]

do not underestimate the power of getting beaten til you cry. in fact, go get beaten til you cry. it'll make you feel better. it'll let you have feelings you need to feel. get beaten til you cry.

[rruslana-deactivated20211012]

deranged, insane, evil, feral, off-putting, appalling, etc

[ace-trainer-alice]

I do love "dubcon", but I don't want any doubt about this coming in after the fact, so I'm going to need you to say it very loudly for everyone to hear that you're not consenting to this.

[nyx-sky]

Dude if you lead me into temptation instead of delivering me from evil i fucking swear bro

[foalishlyy]

what if one random day u get a text from ur friend’s dad saying ur friend hasn’t been heard from in a little while and if there’s any place you two would hang out at as kids and you list off this little broken down shack off some backwood’s road you stumbled upon one day way back when and so the dad asks if you would meet and show him where it is and of course you do, your friend is in trouble so you head out and it’s dark and your heart is racing and your stomach is nervous and you’re practically crying by the time you meet up with the dad and he looks as scared as you are but he tells you everything’s gonna be fine and hugs you tightly and you melt into it because you’ve known this man since you were little and slept under his room countless times so when you’re guiding him through the brush with flashlights you don’t think of anything else but your friend so when you reach the shack and all of a sudden the door meets your forehead and your falling into the dirt disoriented and then there’s this heavy weight on top of you pawing at your pants and pulling them down hands holding your chest flat to the ground down as you gain some coherence to fight back but he’s above you and he’s strong and he’s telling you to relax and that he doesn’t want to have to hurt you and your wondering what the hell he means when his cock pushes into your ass his palm captures and muffles any scream you belt out and he’s grunting in your ear with each hard thrust telling you how good you feel and how long he’s been waiting for this and that he couldn’t help himself anymore. what if

[drippygirly]

I used to be allowed to use my vibrator while he fucked my ass or pussy but he decided it was better when there was no focus on my pleasure. Now I get my clit painfully clamped when he fucks me so that there's no chance of me enjoying it. It's hard to stop the tears since it's a spiked clamp. He loves it though, it makes him cum harder and that's what's more important.

[fuckedwithoutyou]

[yourelikewine]

[steamandcream]

Renting your holes out via magical portal glory holes.

It's a pretty sweet gig; you get paid a base fee and a bonus for every customer who uses you. All you have to do is put on the portal apparatus for the appropriate hole, and go about your day and wait for someone to take advantage of you from the other side. You can even turn off sections if you want to give one hole a rest, set limits through your account, everything.

Maybe you give it a try when you'll be home all day. You put on the panties, get everything set up, and set yourself as Available, then go about your day at home, doing chores or playing video games or watching TV. It takes a while for the first client to show up, but you get a notification and your panties vibrate, only for a slick cock to suddenly begin pressing into you.

It's so naughty, sitting on the couch alone in your house moaning and panting because someone miles away is pounding you, but it's such a thrill - even more when you can feel them cum inside you and you're left with seed dripping down your legs, and a little extra cash in your wallet.

You clean up a little, wobble your way to get a glass of water afterwards....only for another client to show up minutes later. You drink your water, bend over the kitchen counter, and let them have you, settling in for a day of intermittent poundings you can't (don't want to) stop.

But it only gets filthier as the day goes on. You go from enjoying a nice quick fuck on your couch to being doubled over the washing machine in the middle of doing laundry, desperately trying to hold yourself up, legs shaking and gut bulging over and over as someone plows you with a massive horse dildo, stretching your ass so wide it aches and rearranging your guts with every slam. You're a fucked out drooling mess, whining and squirming to find relief - but there's nothing you can do. You're at the mercy of the portal on the other side until you take the panties off on your own, and you just can't seem to convince yourself to...

Once it ramps up it doesn't seem to slow down. You end up on the floor, moaning and writhing as your ass is ruined, belly distending over and over. It lasts for what feels like hours and when they finally get their fill and pull it out, you're loose and gaping, just an exhausted heap on the laundry room floor, quivering every time you try to stand.

There's just enough of a break between users that you can stumble your way off to get another drink, almost delirious with exhaustion after maybe a dozen rounds so far. Just as you're getting your breath back, you feel another cock rubbing at your raw, stretched ass, and you consider taking he portal off......

And then you see the payment receipt for the last visitor.

Maybe just a few more clients wouldn't hurt....

[pinesphinx]

Tiny Cerberus will keep you in hell with it’s cuteness!

[wosp-reactivated]

I can smell the poison in my goblet but I lowkey don't even care anymore

[corruptedbyhim]

Gravity. You were making a point. A valid one, actually. You had the timeline of the evening laid out, the logistics of where you needed to be and why his casual disregard for the schedule was causing a cascade of minor failures. You felt the familiar heat in your chest, the tightness of being right but unheard, your voice pitching up just enough to betray your frustration.

He wasn’t hearing you, though. He was just watching your lips move.

"That’s enough."

Before you could protest the dismissal, his hand was in your hair, fingers threading through the roots, gripping the base of your skull. He pressed down hard and your knees buckled, hitting the floor with a dull thud, your breath leaving you in a sharp huff that had nothing to do with the argument.

The air down there was different. Warmer. You tried to look up, to scramble back to safety, but he didn't give you the space. With one practiced hand he undid the buttons of his pants and his cock was out.

"No more whining."

You hesitated, your mind still grasping at the threads of the dispute, but his hand guided you forward, and as soon as the head of his cock touched your tongue, the fight drained out of you. It was a physiological short-circuit. You couldn't think about schedules when your jaw was being pried wide open, your throat adjusting to the sudden invasion.

He didn't ease into it. He drove deep, past the soft palate, hitting the sensitive back wall of your throat until your eyes watered and your focus narrowed down to the taste of him and the rhythm of his hips. Your gag reflex fluttered, panic and pleasure mixing in a potent chemical cocktail.

He pulled back just enough to let you gasp, the cool air hitting your wet lips. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable, calm, almost affectionate in its cruelty.

"See, this is why I never let you talk, slut," he said with laugh. "Your mouth is too good at more important things."

He thrust forward again, harder this time, stifling the noise you tried to make.

"Fuck you feel good."