Hey. It's Ok. Gangrape Where One Other Person Feels Like What's Happening Is Wrong But They Feel Powerless

*thru tears* what if... i was a little stuffed animal. and you lvoed me so much? and hugged me to sleep and i was your favourite and andnyou always missed me when you couldn't cuddle me and whenever you woke uppl and saw me fallen by the side of the bed you'd go "oh no!!" and you'd pick me up and give me a big squeeze for being so brave down the side of the bed

scene where the dom is so lighthearted about raping you like. like they don’t even care. making jokes while ur crying and pinned down and being forced to take it. hearing them go “wow, you reallllyyy don’t like this, huh?” and laugh at you. you think at first they aren’t taking it seriously but then you realize like. what is there to be taken seriously. ur so pathetic can it even be called rape if ur just sitting there. ohhh being goaded by your own rapist

I can be perfect for you. Just let me absorb all your friends and partners of yours. Digest all those memories and mannerisms. I promise I'll come back as the perfect amalgam of everything you once loved. There is absolutely no risk of compounded hidden frustration bubbling up and driving me to hurt you and force myself upon you. It will just be everything you deserve~

girl who is so nice to everyone but senses that im a dumb little rapeslut puppy who needs to be abused and is so mean and cruel when using me save me

Puppeteer teaching the very first puppet he ever crafted to become a puppeteer as well.

head includes suckin ur balls n makin out w ur asshole btw

Little girls? Puppies? Whats the difference really? Can't use the potty, can't use adult words, needy, crawling, need to be kept in a crib/cage, humping everything, toys...

When the plausibly-deniable whines of “mommy” turn into the desperate, bone-deep whimpers of “mom”

Creep who's a little bit addicted to ur scent. Whose hugs are a little long, who always breathes in deep when you're near, who...hey didn't you use to have more underwear? That's weird, did one get lost in the wash somehow? You could swear there was another one, it's kind of your favourite pair...ah well. Nothing for it. Anyway. Creep who just gets real close and whose eyes unfocus when you wear that one perfume.

When that title slips out of their mouth for the very first time.

You're nuzzled into my breasts, lips locked around my nipple while I cradle your head and work my fingers in and out of you. Your eyes are tightly shut, your sweet whimpers are like sounds of heaven for me, and your hips can't keep themselves still. My good girl. You're mumbling incoherently now, all I hear is the beginnings of little pleads, which fade into pretty little moans while I curl my finger into you, just like that. But when that edge is finally coming around the corner, when your hips are rutting faster and your lips fail at continuing to suckle me, I hear it.

"Please, m- mommy"

My fingers stop, but only for a few seconds. You look up at me with wide eyes, realization hitting you like a train. Your eyes are glossing up, and your lips are quivering. You're about to apologize. You're about to beg me to pretend that the past 10 seconds didn't happen.

Oh, sweetheart. Finally.

My hand that was softly cradling your head, now finds your roots and forms a tight grip. My eyes that were looking at you so tenderly before, are now darkened with the need to see you break for me. My fingers that were filling you up so tenderly and gently, now aim to completely and utterly wreck you.

"Was.. was that okay?"

"Say it again."