SO MUCH Sort of
Mentions of of both and
I'd always wondered about your life. How you spent your time. Where you lived. What your friends were like. Almost from the first moment we met I knew I wanted you more than you wanted me. When I don't talk to you for a while I allow myself to think that I'm clever and beautiful and interesting. As soon as you come back into my life though there's this uneasy sense that flows through me that fundamentally I am just not enough, not good enough, not smart enough, not interesting or attractive enough. I should keep away from you really. That would allow me to keep up the pretence. But of course I don't. I can't. You are fucking kryptonite: beautiful, fascinating, self-aware, unbelievably filthy and only interested in me because I'm convenient and desperate for your attention.
F4M/A Degradation, ultraviolence, DD/lg, body shaming, rape
I'm going to get you drunk, you say. I'm going to get you drunk and make you do disgusting things to entertain strangers on the internet.
Be warned: this is extremely dark and very unpleasant.
I never wanted to have children. I mean I never even really thought about it until I met him. It wasn't that he made me want to have them. Just that well, you know, all the breeding stuff, it kind of gets in your head. Or it got in mine anyway. I didn't even really want to have his child. In fact I absolutely didn't. What kind of a life for a child would that be? But I knew he felt the same really. Even more than me actually, like he seemed genuinely disgusted by children. So when he started talking seriously about making me pregnant, I didn't really think it was something I needed to think about that much.
Three word challenge. obvs.
Mentions of and This utterly perfect script is by u/Mentally_Trapped
Script by the twisted and delightful Mentally_Trapped
You tell me that you know I won't disappoint you. You tell me that you know that I don't like pain, but that you know I will endure anything to make you happy. You tell me that you know I don't really want to be touched, to be fucked by anyone but you now, but that you know that I will do anything to make you proud.
TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic and violent content ahead. Look after yourself if you are particularly sensitive to themes of rape, physical abuse, mental abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, etc. Also, this might ruin Superheroes for you.
Sexy, powerful, clever and extremely fun script by the extraordinarily talented and delightfully filthy Mentally_Trapped. Bekng the voice of his fucked up imagination is about as much fun as a girl can have in lockdown.
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You’re bolder than usual, in your black domino mask. Crueler. I watch you hold up your fork as you stare at your wife, peering over the tines like she’s a cutlet. She doesn’t mention the mask. None of us on the maid staff mention it, either.
Hysterical Literature - the shorter version! Original Preface, start of section 1, section 4. Orgasm near the end.
