yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever carved new neural pathways all over someone's brain?




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yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever carved new neural pathways all over someone's brain?
I get so wet thinking about someone making me write so much degrading and nasty shit on myself then them sending it to their friendssssss.
Their friends getting off and mocking me <3
Getting sent screenshots of how your friends talk about meeeeee ughhhhhh
It’s literally my biggest fantasy! (Now help me make it come true)
dadi shushing me coz im crying about how much his adult parts hurt in me and we don’t wanna wake mommy
disgusting bf who holds me against his chest and fingers the cut on my thigh while rubbing my clit<3 touching me until i’m unable to tell the difference between pain and pleasure.
disgusting bf who gets hard watching me cry and whimper from the pain, bucking his hips up into me everytime i sob
‘shhhh I know it hurts baby, but it’ll be over soon, i promise’
‘why are u crying if it feels so good, hm?’
‘it hurts so good, doesn’t it? shhhh i know, i know’
‘you sound so pretty crying baby, shhhh i got you’
neeeed to cum on his fingers as he whispers in my ear how gross i am
thinking about a yandere! captor who keeps you in a cage.
he wants you to depend on him. he doesn’t want you to see him as a lover, he wants you to see him as your saviour. as your salvation, who freed you from life, and therefore deserved the treatment of a god.
you don’t need to do anything. you don’t need to worry, you don’t need to speak, you don’t even need to be think. you just need to follow his orders, do what he tells you to, and thank him with that innocent look in your eyes, the lost confusion as you wonder what exactly your life has become.
it’s okay if you hate him. so long as you understand that you’re his and that he has complete control over you, it’s fine. he can always punish you if he misbehave, so it doesn’t matter. he’ll bring you to tears, until you’re on your knees begging to be free, begging to be brought back to reality, and he’ll wrap his arms around your head and bring you to your chest with whispers of how it’s okay, of how he loves you and he’s sorry but it was just your fault.
and he fucks you up mentally. he laces your meals and has you wondering if you even exist, and he adores the dazed look on your face when you look at him as though you’re not even sure if he’s real. you drugs you so much that you think you’re dying, you’re body quivering as you cry out and grab onto him with fear, begging to be saved.
my stalker breaks into my bedroom and rapes me while my parents are in the next room
sub with final girl energy. sub who whimpers and screams and trips when they run. sub who escapes just to be captured and tortured all over again in the sequal.