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demon-doctor · 11 months
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Making you say “I love you” over and over while I destroy your asshole
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i-am-aprl · 5 months
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An Israeli soldier from the elite forces, destroying the contents of a Palestinian stationary shop in Jabalia Refugee Camp, north of Gaza City. This video could be a reference for Psychological scholars when they want to explain what a Sadistic Psychopath person is.
جندي إسرائيلي من القوات الخاصة يدمر محتويات محل فلسطيني في مخيم جباليا للاجئين شمال قطاع غزة، يمكن أن يكون هذا الفيديو مرجعًا لعلماء النفس عندما يرغبون في تفسير ماهية الشخص السادي السيكوباتي
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kxsalt · 4 months
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FELLOW SADISTS: Looking for a new way to hurt your masochist sub? Use words like “gyatt” and “bussin” in the bedroom to inflict psychic damage.
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angelporcelain · 4 months
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she will fuck up your whole life 🔪
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milwaukeemilf · 5 months
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luvgumii · 4 months
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bully!megumi who would relentlessly tease you to no end, always leaving you wondering what you did to make him hate you so much. little did you know he was a fucking sadist who got off to the way tears would spill out of your eyes eveytime he would curse you out. the pervert spent his nights jerking his cock to thoughts of him making you cry as he fucked you into the mattress.
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angelskillingme · 24 days
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in the mood for being gentle (fucks you raw, cuts your guts open, watches my cock sliding in and out under your guts, makes you eat your organs, kisses your bloody mouth, cums in your corpse)
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demon-doctor · 11 months
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Filming you taking my cock in your ass while I force you to tell me how much you like it and want more of it and then playing the video for you every day so you remember what a disgusting little pervert you are
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zeusmagnolia · 2 months
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"Use your words princess- I can't understand you... C'mon can't you speak you dumb cunt?"
As you gag and drool on my cock- pounding on my thighs for me to stop thrusting deeper into you.
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reprobiii · 21 days
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If you need me so bad, then beg. Show me how desperate you are for even a slither of my attention.
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angelporcelain · 8 days
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i’m just a bright eyed bitch with my heart in a cage 🔒
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0rganfarm · 6 months
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I wish you'd grab my wrists and cut them for me, watching me squirm and jolt back and having the widest smile plaster on your face. You enjoy how much it hurts me, tell me I'm pathetic and can't do anything right, not even hurt myself right. Show me how much I deserve it, how idiotic and pitiful I am, that I deserve to be hurt like this. Everytime I make you mess up by moving, yell at me, hit me, cut me again, slap or squeeze my freshly sliced skin, anything to make me shut up, anything to put me back in my pathetic sad place.
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luvgumii · 3 months
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bully!megumi
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tw: aged up characters, sadism, bullying, degrading, hair pulling, semi-public, male masturbation.
this is set in university/college, all characters are 18+ and megumi is aged up. if this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll.
a/n: im sorry but i accidentally deleted the request so whoever asked for this i hope u see it!!
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megumi fushiguro was someone who you loved and hated.
and someone that you couldn't get rid of.
you stared at the floor where your chemistry experiment lay, the shattered glass that lay scattered across the floor reminded you of your willpower to go through with school. you had the mind to fucking quit and work a lowly job with a measly pay if it meant you didn't have to endure this.
if anyone asked you why you quit school and you said because of your bully, you knew they would laugh in your face and ridicule you. call you weak and that you must not have wanted to graduate considering how 'easy' it must have been to get you to quit.
the quiet sounds of snickers echoing the classroom snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly dropped to your knees to pick up the glass with trembling hands. you already knew who had knocked the test tubes out of your hands, so much so that you didn't even look up or express any signs of annoyance, knowing how much worse it would be if you did.
your shaking hands kept letting the shards slip out, and you let out a sharp hiss when you felt a large piece slice through the middle of your palm. the pain sears through your hand and the tears that you tried to desperately hard to keep it were now threatening to spill. but you still didn't dare lift your gaze.
you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a hand grab your hair and tug, yanking your head up in the process.
"fuck, you cant do anything right, can you?" he sneered, words cutting through you like a knife. you could already picture the look on his face, one you were familiar with, but made you feel just as incapable every time you saw it.
"are you mute or something? talk." the hand that had a grip of your hair moved back and forth, rocking your head in the process.
you let your eyes flutter open, and they land on his face that was twisted into a sadistic smirk, one you had seen many times before.
but that smirk quickly turned into a deep scowl when you didn't respond instantly, the grip in your hair getting tighter until it felt as if your hairs were being ripped out. your hands fly up to grip his wrist, trying to pry his hand from your hair, but it proves futile.
"a-ah, okay, m'sorry, m'sorry, p-please let go-" you babble, your words coming out in a flurry as he seems to revel in the pained look on your face. he thinks you look so pretty like this.
he's so focused on you that he nearly forgets that he's in a classroom full of other students. it's not as if they care anyway- most of them turn a blind eye. they tell themselves it's just a little bit of rough play between friends and opt to just leave instead of even thinking to help you out.
but obviously, there's a limit to how far he can go in public. when he notices that the usual snickers seem to have died down, and the faces that normally look at you with distaste start to have a slight hint or concern in them, he immediately lets up. his disentangles his hand from your hair, watching the way your body slumps back down on the ground. your hands fall in front of you to steady themselves, the smaller peices of glass digging into your skin.
you don't bother holding back the tears anymore. you let them fall freely, the clear liquid staining your cheeks.
his smirk only seemed to widen when he saw your tears, and he had to force himself not to lean down and lick them off your face. the familiar stretch in his pants appeared when he looked at you on your knees before him, blinking up at him with teary eyes and wet lashes, your plump lips trembling slightly.
he's forced to take his eyes off you when one of his friends nudge him, his face frowning at what he hears. he grumbles, muttering a few words under his breath before turning his attention back to you.
"clean this mess up." his words a cold and blunt, practically pouring salt into your wounds as he turns away and walks out the door as his friends follow. then everyone else filters out quietly, only sparing you a few pitiful glances.
you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. you've been through worse. he's done worse. you'll be fine.
he walks down the corridors quickly, shooing off his friends with a lousy excuse as he hurries into an empty bathroom stall and locks the door. he wastes no time unbuckling his belt and tugging down his trousers and boxers, letting out a soft groan of relief as his hard cock slips out of its uncomfortable confines as it hits his abs with a soft slap.
it's swollen and throbbing, his tip leaking pre-cum that trickles down the side of his dick. the length is so pale that it's almost translucent, veins running along it that get thinner as they reach the top. the tip is flushed pink, the slit weeping pre-cum constantly.
he grips his base tightly, hissing at how sensitive he is. he hated himself for this. it felt so dirty every time he got off to your tears, but he couldn't help it. his mind trailed back to your plump lips that were stained with your tears, his hand starting to stroke his cock.
this was a routine for him. he knew he would never get to feel your holes wrapped around him- he had practically ruined all his chances with you. so he was stuck beating his meat in a public bathroom like a fucking pervert. he could feel the heat rush to his cheeks at the humiliation, but his tip leaked even more pre cum at the thought of you cursing him out for being a pervert.
he could already feel his orgasm approaching, you made him feel like a fucking teenager sometimes. he can't even count how many times he nearly came in his pants at the sight of you beneath him. those teary eyes that had an emotion lingering behind them as they gazed up at him- an emotion he could never put his finger on.
he could feel his balls tightening, he knew that this orgasm would probably leave him panting. he tightened his grip, and starts fucking his hips up into his hand using his pre-cum as lube. his other hand pulls his shirt in between his teeth as so not stain his shirt. he lets out a guttural groan as he's about to cum, his hips stuttering and-
the door to the bathroom swings open, creaking slightly as the sound of feet shuffling on the floor is heard.
who the fuck? he was sure everyone had cleared the area, there was no one left apart from one person-
shit. it was you. he peeked through the gap between the door and the stall, his eyes landing on your back as you faced away from him, washing your hands in the sink. he could see your still tear stained face in the reflection of the mirror.
your were leaning forward slightly, your shirt falling further down your chest exposing your cleavage, and his cock weeps even more at the sight. he barely holds back a whimper.
fuck it. so what it you catch him? it's not like you could do anything anyway... plus, he could still feel his orgasm lingering. just a few thrusts...
he starts to fuck his fist again, with much more urgency than before as he tries to be as quiet as possible. he peeks back at you again, and the sight of your ass peeking from underneath your skirt has him letting out a slutty moan, his hips stuttering as ropes of cum spurt out of his cock and onto his abs and hand.
"is someone there?" you question, and he freezes up as you start walking towards his stall.
you had thought the bathroom was empty since all of the stalls had the unlocked symbol on them, but you failed to notice the pair of feet that were visible.
"um, are you okay in there?" you say, and he holds back a whine as his cock twitches in response to your worried tone.
you gaze falls down to the pair of feet in the stall, and you swear you've seen those shoes somewhere before...
"m-megumi? is that you?" you question, not able to hide the slight tremor in your voice.
"yeah." he responds, not bothering to act as if it's not him.
your hands push the stall door open slightly, wondering what he was doing since the door was unlocked, but you definitely didn't expect to see that.
his trousers were still pulled halfway down his thighs, his shirt no longer in between his teeth but resting on his midriff, his abs exposed as well as the spurts of cum that lingered on them. his cock was still hard, his hand gripping it tightly at the base. he was still leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on you.
you couldn't stop but take in his whole figure, the heat rushing to your face as well as somewhere lower. you never expected to see him in this state.
"are you going to keep on gawking on you going to get in and help me?" he says, his voice laced with slight lust. he would rather take his chances with you than never finding out how you feel towards him.
but he wasn't expecting you to walk into the stall and close the door, locking it before turning back to him. but he wasn't about to question you. his hands reach out and grab your waist before pulling you flush against him, and you squirm slightly as you feel his hard cock against your lower stomach.
you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips, and his eyes are clouded with lust as he looks into your own.
"fuck, you- do you really want this?" he questions, conflict written all over his face.
you hesitate slightly before nodding your head. you're unsure as to why you didn't run out the second you realised he was here. its almost like you're attracted to him.
"need to hear you say it." he murmurs, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to make skin to skin contact as his hands slide around to your lower back.
"I... want this. i want you, megumi." the words sound foreign coming out of your mouth, but you know that you mean them.
he practically growls at your words, his hand coming up to your nape as he brings your lips together.
this kiss is soft yet rough at the same time, his tongue searching your mouth in a show of possessiveness. his lips leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, paying special attention to your pulse point.
his hand slides up your shirt and into your bra, starting to roughly knead your breast, groaning slightly in content.
"a-ah, wait, megumi-" you fumble over your words slightly, but to your suprise, he pulls back, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. you can tell he's waiting for you to speak, so you do.
it was if you were his property. he could harass you as much as he wants, but no one else should even so much look at you. you didn't miss the oddly kind he did sometimes.
"um... why are you doing this? I thought you hated me..." you say, cringing slightly at your own words but it was true. he treated you like shit.
verbally degrading you, pushing and shoving you around, and sometimes even pulling your hair like he had done earlier today. but the second someone even made one remark towards you, his fist was flying towards them.
he would drag you over to him by the wrist just to fix your hair and tug your skirt down, calling you a slut but anyone could that he didn't mean it by look of concern in his eyes.
or when you would hurt yourself, he would take it upon himself to bandage you, even if it was partly his fault for the bruise or cut on your body.
his voice would be rough as he called you clumsy for hurting yourself and that you were a waste of space for mot even being able to dress your own wounds. but his hands would be gentle as he cleans and wraps the plaster around your skin.
and you hated it. that you couldn't hate him. the way your heart would flutter when he ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, or when he would pull your hair and smirk down at you, you could feel heat coiling in your lower stomach.
"hate you?" he scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls back to look you in the eyes, "im so in love with you that it's fucking pathetic."
"...then why do you-"
"I dont really know how to express myself. and I'm a bit of a... sadist." he says, his face turning a shade of pink.
"i know you don't love me back, I wouldn't expect you to, but just let me have you... please. even if it's only one time." he murmurs, peppering kisses on your collarbone.
your connect your lips to his again, kissing him with slightly more urgency. he was right- you didn't necessarily love him, but you were attracted to him in some sort of way.
plus, this would be the only time this would happen. right?
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dividers by cafekitsune
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