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- 30’s. USA. Male. Straight. Dominant, sadist, cluster B, fucked in the head, etc. Dating but open (@just-a-doomscroller 🫀)

- All posts are fantasy. K!nks in tags. If you don’t like what you read, block or keep scrolling.

- If you can’t tell, this is an 18+ blog. MDNI.

- That’s all for now. Enjoy your stay.

[vileputridity]

Stalking the hot girl at the gym late one night. Taking a peek over her shoulder at her phone while she walks past you and noticing she’s watching porn on her phone in public. Eyeing her from afar for what feels like eternity until she eventually sneaks off to the showers. Scanning around to make sure no one’s looking before following her inside the women’s locker room, not far behind. Slowly taking your steps around the corner as you hear her moans and shallow breaths growing closer and closer, the sound of her palm slapping against her cunt as she fingers herself making your cock throb. Pulling the shower curtains to the side, wrapping a towel around her mouth before she can scream for help and pinning her against the wall. Forcing her to her knees, unbuckling your belt as you tell her you saw what was on her screen, and that you’re about to recreate that same exact scene with her, right here, right now.

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Apologetic rapist who says he can’t stop when you beg him to. Apologetic rapist who tells you he couldn’t help himself, that you’re simply too beautiful for him to resist, that the way you were acting tonight sent him over the edge. Apologetic rapist who admits he’s been dreaming of this very moment, ever since he first set his sights on you. Apologetic rapist who keeps complimenting you in ways that make you sick to your stomach; how that dress looks so much better tattered and torn, how your eyes look so much prettier with tears in them, how cute you look with your makeup smeared across your face, how your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock feels better than he could’ve ever imagined. Apologetic rapist who says he’s sorry over and over again before emptying himself inside of you, holding you close and kissing you all over as he fills you up, telling you it’s okay as you cry in his arms.

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I’m not aiming to please you during foreplay. I’m trying to stuff as many fingers as I can up both of your holes and use you like a puppet, laughing as you writhe around and whimper from the discomfort. I’m trying to see what shade of red your face will turn as I strangle you until you’re braindead. I’m trying to watch you beg for mercy and scream as I punch your stomach and kick you around the floor like a ragdoll. I want you broken and defeated before my cock even touches your cunt. I want you wishing the nightmare I put you through would end before it even begins.

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Wiping away your tears with my cock, so i can lube it up and stuff it right up your tight little ass. Ripping off your panties and shoving them in your mouth, so i can silence your screams as I have my way with you. Strangling you with both hands until your eyes roll back and your body goes limp, to put an end to your pointless struggle for escape and focus on how good your body makes me feel, because that’s all that matters; Making me happy, giving me everything i want and satisfying my desires, no matter how dark they are or how badly it traumatizes you.

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Getting gangraped at a house party in some stranger’s bed. Lying on your back in missionary with your arms duct taped above your head as a group of men you’ve never met before take turns on your holes, while one of them forces you to take vodka shots straight from the bottle. Feeling the pain dissolve into pure pleasure, getting dizzier with every sip, all of their dirty talk slurring together as you slip into a braindead state of bliss. Having load after load emptied into your cunt, inside your ass, onto your tits as they walk out of the room one by one, until you’re left filled up, coated in cum and all alone, ready to pass out without a care in the world.

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Passing out in your dad’s arms because you had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back to sleep without him there to comfort you. Waking up in the morning to the feeling of his hard cock throbbing inside your cunt, your panties pulled to the side, your tits getting groped under your shirt. Trying to scream, trying to fight him off, only to instantly get overpowered as he clasps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back into his chest. Realizing you’re not dreaming anymore as he starts pounding away, wiping the tears from your eyes as you sob, knowing that this traumatic moment is only gonna lead to more nightmares, and that this cycle will repeat again. Because as scared as it makes you, as bad as it hurts, you love your dad, and you’d endure anything to make him happy.

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Keeping a tally on her brattiness. Because sometimes, instant karma isn’t the best form of it. Sometimes, you just gotta wait for the perfect moment to terrorize her, when she thinks everything is fine, that she “got away with it,” that she’s safe from your punishment. Until she isn’t. Until she’s getting dragged across the carpet on a leash, burning her knees along the way to the bedroom. Until she’s beaten black and blue, for what may seem like no reason to her, until you start reminding her of every single time she ignored your demands and talked back to you throughout the week as you rape her holes. Then the memories come flooding back just as hard as her tears do, and all of her apologies go unheard. Because she wasn’t sorry then, and you’re not sorry for her now.

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“I hope you’re on birth control” he says as he pumps you full of rapist seed while you’re bent over an alleyway dumpster.

[vileputridity]

Bleed for me. Cry for me. Crawl for me. Beg for me. Forget any and all dignity you possessed in your past life, because now that you’re a part of mine, you’re no longer human. You’re a sex toy, a fuckpig, a whore, a desperate bitch in heat. You’re whatever I say you are, because I’m everything you need. I’m your owner, your teacher, your daddy, your god. So worship the very ground I walk upon. Kneel at my feet, kiss them, and lick my spit up off the floorboards as ordered. Take every hit no matter how bad it hurts. Wear those marks with pride, treat my words like gospel, and thank me for every last second of abuse I put you through. You’re my property, and you’ll do as you’re told, because your existence, your worth, is in the palm of my hands.

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Walking around in public clutching your daddy’s arm, with a black eye and a fresh facial, wearing the same slutty schoolgirl outfit that he just raped you in 30 minutes ago.

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Let me mark my territory. Let me carve you open with a razor blade, right on your thigh. Let me choose the word that suits you best - whore, cunt, slut, bitch, worthless - and begin my process. Feel the burn, feel the blood begin to drip down your leg as you desperately fight the urge to start rubbing your cunt from the pain. Stare at each new letter in cursive with tears flowing down your cheeks, choking back sobs as you realize, “this is it, this is permanent, this is forever.” Because you know that once I’m done with my masterpiece, when I’m done raping you senseless afterwards, those wounds are gonna heal and scar. And every single time you catch a glimpse of that scar, you’ll remember me. You’ll never escape me. I’ll be on your body and in your head, for the rest of your fucking days.

[vileputridity]

You hate that you love the pain. You despise the fact that you were born like this, that the trauma you’ve endured made you the whore that you are today. And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re addicted to every hit, every bruise, every scar, every hurtful word that exits the lips of a man as he brutalizes your holes, all for his pleasure. You love crying in his arms as you feel his cock twitch in your cunt. You love the sting of a smack across your face, especially when it’s earned, when you brat your way into a punishment. You love how dizzy, how numb, how warm you feel inside, no matter how bad it hurts on the outside. And you’ll never find a replacement for that feeling. You’ll never find your innocence again. You’ll always be a disgusting, happy little victim who needs male approval and abuse more than anything in this world. Because it’s everything to you. It makes you who you are.