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Lobotomy!

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anal was literally invented for “fuck fuck it’s too big what the fuck, cum please cum i just need it to stop please cum so we can stop.” if it’s not that i don’t want it.

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date idea: substance abuse and a ritualistic edging session

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Red Desert (1964), dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

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boys with their face burried into the mattress. boys with their back arched and their ass up. boys with their holes exposed, begging and whining to be touched. boys that softly moan as they pant. boys that stick their tongue out and let the saliva drip freely down their chin. boys that are unable to form any cohesive sentences once they feel that first finger slide in. boys boys boys.

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We've had the "Ah ah ah" appreciation and I just saw another "boy getting fucked noise appreciation post"

But consider when they're getting close and they're gasping out "Please can I cum please can I cum please" and you get to tease them by asking them if they're being good and when you let them cum and they just let out the most choked moan and their mouth falls open and their tongue falls out and they're whining so loudly you've gotta kiss them to shut them the fuck up because people could hear.

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I love being a FREAK OF NATURE. i love being a QUEER. i love being a FAGGOT. i love being a SEX FREAK. i love being a DOG FAG. i love being TRANSGENDER. i love being SO NORMAL <333333

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Hand firmly planted on the crown of your scalp. Fingers clinging onto strands of hair. Vision enforced to look down upon a corpse well into the stage of active decay. Botflies and larva ingesting dead matter. Flesh discolored and tight against the skeleton. “Fuck it.” I kick the back of your right knee. Holding your arms out to brace yourself from the fall. Touch coming into sudden contact with the fading body.

Taking advantage of your position. Tugging down the loose pair of shorts you have adorned ever since arriving to my basement. Kneeling behind you, clothed pelvis barely grazing your ass. “Been too long since you’ve had any power, huh? Do I have to teach you?” I grip onto the protruding bones of your hips. Malnourished as I haven’t found the need to feed you. You’re just not that important enough in Sir’s eyes.

You want to protest but you know better. Letting your body build up strength to thrust as Sir guides you. Momentum building as your confidence grew. Pleasure so sinful; it forces you to forget that the object you are abusing was once living and breathing. The innate human instinct to cum took over your mind. Barely registering the disappearance of my touch. I bite my lip, hiding a dark chuckle. Retrieving the serrated dagger attached to my hip. Just as you feel your orgasm on the brink of crashing, my firm hold on your scalp returns. Peeling your frame backwards. Hacking at your throat with the teeth of the blade. Sloppily detaching head from torso.

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Who’s ready to get psychopathologically molested and turned into a morgue whore.

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The pop of champagne and an ecstatic howl echoed against the damp walls. You sat on the basement floor, chains and zip-ties restricting your every movement. Staring in awe as I chugged the sparkling wine, subconsciously licking your chapped lips. Slow steps of my heavy boots brought me closer to your bruised, mutilated body. Stitches holding together the deep lacerations covering your limbs had you wanting to rip at the seam. Anything to help make the itch go away. You wince as I grip your mouth open, puckered lips making a funnel down your throat. I tip the bottle of alcohol, the sweetly tart liquid almost drowning you. Gargling and choking as I force you into a state of intoxication. Kissing your forehead as you finish the drink. Leaning into my touch as I praise you. Your stupid mind quickly becomes fuzzy, barely alert to my actions of undressing you. Body finally registering the imminent danger as the neck of the bottle is inches deep into your hole. Fucking your body with such vigor that made you want to drop dead. Almost doing so when the bottle breaks, sending shards to splinter your innards. Eyes closing, passing out within seconds due to the shock. Unconscious to the brutality that still proceeds throughout the night.

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Let the handcuffs dig into your skin. Feel the sting as the metal lacerates. Struggle to get free, slowly losing hope as your hands get slippery with blood. Tears and curses flooding as you resort to laying on the cold concrete. I can’t help but to laugh at your torment. Watching the hidden camera feed at my desk in my office. The stir of my cock in my pants is unmistakable.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘝𝘌, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮; 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺.

I think Henry had a lot of nightmares after the opening of Fazbear Frights.

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I made this late for spooky season but idc these 2 give me brainworms <333 a lot of firsts in this too. First csp time-lapse, first time rendering like this, and first time drawing realistic human gore! I had a lot of fun actually and while I was rly intimidated by the process I'm SO happy w how it came out. There's a lot to unpack in this piece but I'll resist the urge to ramble abt it so people have the opportunity to come to their own conclusions

EDIT: I made a different version heehee <3

Timelapse:

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Maybe my little hole is not good enough for you. Maybe you'll make a new, tighter, wetter little hole. Sticking your fingers in my tummy as blood gushes out. Wiggling your fingers in me, my warm body throbbing around them. The squelch of my blood, as you scissor your fingers, widening the gap. Forcing your cock in my bloody little hole and cuming on my pretty, squishy organs<3

men dni

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an american werewolf in london (1981)

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Wouldn’t it just be so beautiful. Watching the cement floor disappear as your blood moves in waves. Your limp, quiet, barely breathing body oozing out fluids of gore and stink. The heat radiating off of my heaving shoulders as I stroke my cock. Getting myself ready to experience your final screams of pleasure and pain. The sights of the basement walls; sounds of my maniac laughter and moans, will be the last your senses take in. Body too cold and overused to sense the torture.