#sadomasochists

[gunksh1t]

Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.

All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"

Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.

"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"

[butchboy-sadist]

People will claim to have problamtic kinks and it's just like calling their partner mommy or freeuse. Like, OK, get back to me when you find murder to be the ultimate form of sexual expression and day dream about pulling out people's teeth while they cry.

[musclelat35]

Come here?

[deusa-astaroth666]

Seu Sirigueijo descobriu que o Bob Esponja pode ganhar dinheiro de outras maneiras

[neoprenedyke]

Tops and bottoms, subs and doms, are out of style. Hey urself a girl whose both a sadist and a masochist.

[mr-spotatohead]

Say 'Hi' to Lucid! She is a cinnamon roll... Trust me =)

Imagine a fusion of Chara. It ended up being this cannibal smiler. Summary of Lucid's life, she was killed by her brother by a huge cut in the chest. She came back from hell when the underworld came to earth. Now she wanders around, perhaps looking for a snack or even an adrenaline rush. Her family was the level of serial killers, who wear emoticon masks. Funny that alive, she wore a mask. Now dead, she is the mask.

[sludgevomit]

Let me get you stoned beyond your limits. Constantly handing you the pipe, even lighting it for you to take a hit when you can’t move anymore. I’ll be able to touch you in anyway I want. Stretch your holes. Create new ones. Carve words into your skin. Pierce your flesh. Use you to cum when I’m done.

[kresch]

[spyderslut]

Instructions unclear, im now a sadomasochist who still isnt getting any writing done

best advice i ever got as a writer was to pick a hobby that i hated more than writing and stick with it. i’m a runner now and it’s miserable and i Hate It and writing is so lovely in comparison. bonus: i’m in excellent shape and running gives you a lot of time to think about writing. i’ve solved a lot of plot complications while running.

This is such funny advice. Writing is so excruciating, you gotta take up Self Torture so that writing feels like a fun little break 😭

[megofwands]

submissive sadists rise up✊

[gojonanami]

thinking about yakuza!gojo and yakuza!geto whose families have both issued proposals to your own yakuza family. and the two aren't very interested in marriage -- until you've gathered them both up and threaten them to convince their families to rescind the proposals. and suddenly, they're very interested in you.

and now you have two yakuza heirs fighting over who gets to marry you.

[brviseslvt]

Sensory deprivation.... Blindfolded, gagged, limbs restrained, noise cancelling headphones on. Being driven to insanity with each touch. Loving someone so much you trust them to torture you like this. Completely at their mercy and loving every painful second. Ugh.

[implied-divinity]

MY DOMTOP THOUGHTS ARE BECOMING FREAKIER AND FREAKIER I SURE HOPE NO BOTTOMSUB ENCOURAGES ME TO GET ROUGHER AND GROSSER

[alkaline-wtr]

Ghost x reader

Genre/Warnings: Ghost x fem!reader, CW: burning, alluding to smut, BDSM acts, sadomasochism, imagine, no plot, one-shot

** Inspired by THIS post. It was probably just a joke, but I made it freaky, lol. Enjoy.

Ghost leaned against the balcony railing, smoke spiraling from the end of his lit cigarette in the cold night air before dispersing above him.

You stepped up beside him. He could sense the question in your gaze as you eyed the cherry end of the cig.

"Spit it out, love."

Ghost said, getting impatient with your stares.

"Can you put it out on me?"

You knew the absurdity in your question the moment it escaped from your lips. Ghost stood straighter, clearly thrown off by the question. He seemed to search his own thoughts for a logical explanation before finally asking you,

"Yer not serious, are ya? Why would ya ask me to do somethin' like that?"

You weren't exactly certain yourself. It wasn't like you had much time to think about it. The thought had merely popped into your head when you spotted him, and if he hadn't offered up an opportunity to speak your mind just now, you surely would've kept it to yourself.

"Being burnt by hot ash… that's goin' ta hurt ya love."

He warns as if you had no concept of heat and pain.

"I know... That's the point."

Your voice is quiet as your initial confidence diminishes under his judgmental observation. Ghost narrows his eyes for a moment. The idea was crazy… insane even, but why did that intrigue him? He steps back from the balcony to face you better and ashes his cigarette.

"Come 'er then."

He sighs

"Show me where ya want it."

You smile, and the excitement in your stomach returns with his agreement. You step forward and lift your shirt, giving him access to a soft spot on your hip just above the waistband of your pants.

"Yer sure 'bout this? Once I do, it can't be undone, Might even leave a scar."

He warns, eyebrow raised, fully expecting you to back out.

"I don't mind."

You reassure him.

Ghost let out a gruff sigh of acceptance as if to say, 'Oh well, your hip, not mine.'

"The things I do for pretty girls,"

he grumbles,

"Just keep still, yea?"

He squeezes your hip in his large hand, holding you in place. He couldn't deny that he too felt a bit of excitement at this moment. You stared down at the smooth surface of your exposed skin in anticipation.

"Eyes up here love, focus on me. You ready?"

You were quick to obey your lustful gaze meeting his. You nod

"Yes."

You confirm. He pulls one last drag from the cigarette to keep the tip red before bringing it to your hip and pressing it down. His eyes return to yours looking into them as he twists the cig between his fingers.

God your eyes are beautiful. He thought to himself. Your lips part and a choked hummed moan escapes you. One mixed with both pain and pleasure.

Ghost found his heart beating faster. How was he getting turned on by this it was stupid, dangerous even.

He drops the cig on the ground wiping the ash off the circular burn with the pad of his thumb.

"There. Now yer all marked up for me. Hurt as good as you thought it would?"

He asks. A flicker of concern yet amusement in his eyes as he watches you silently observe the new wound.

Your eyes meet his contently. You whispered,

"Better."