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Soooooooo...when do I get my Sebastian rape Ciel ffic u were going to write?~

soon, my friend. soon

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Albion

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The friendly little boy

“Don’t you want to hear my story?” The little boy asks “maybe I’ll set you free if you listen very carefully” he smirks and walks around the chair you were sitting on, stroking and slowly slight massaging your shoulders.

“so be a good best friend now okay?” he slowly moves his hands up and fast takes the string he had in his hand around your neck

“there was was a little boy named Chess” he giggles “that’s me alright” he tightens the string a bit

“and that poor little boy had to suffer a painful and sad fate.. he had no friends and no family.. only people around him that wanted to hurt him.. so one day.. those people took him to a cave.. they tied him up and throw him down on the hard rocks. The little boy cried as they throw stones and sticks at him.. laughing loudly. Then after a while the little boy stopped crying. He stopped and the people got scared.. why wouldn’t he cry anymore? Why wouldn’t he breathe?.. they ran away with fear and regret in their eyes…” his face grows cold “and so the boy was left there… all alone.. but he’s not alone anymore.. now he has you” he smiled kindly and giggles slight “and I will never let my new super best friend go”

He snuggled his face in agenst your hair, taking a deep breathe, taking in the smell of your hair

“cant we play a game? I really like games.. how about.. if you win.. I’ll give you a prise? Because winners get prizes.. and losers get to bleed and scream, they get to root and have warms crawl in there flesh” he chuckled with an evil tone and took the string away, turning the chair around. “look at them..” he smirked wide as you looked apon the crying, shivering small boys, tighed up in the far end of the cave “to win the game.. you have to kill them” you wimpered low as the little boy gave you a knife “here.. use this my friend” you stood up with the knife between your hands, as you slowly and wingly walked up to the scared boys. “go on friend.. don’t be so shy” you looked back at him with terror in your eyes as you sat down on your knees. And hyperventilated as you fast pushed the knife into one of the boys infront of you. You fast looked away and the boy screamed in pained. And the only thing louder then his screams was the little boys laughter. “hahahaha, do it again! Do it again!” he shouted.  And in that second your eyes turned evil you turned around and ran agenst him. Putting the knife over your head ready to stab the little boy. He just smirked at you and moved away as you swung the knife, falling over on the cold hard stone, you whined in pain as he stood over you “hey.. that isn’t very nice you know.. trying to hurt a poor little boy like me..” he pouted a bit before giggling once again “but I forgive you.. cause after all.. you’re my super best friend” and with that you give up. You just lay there staring up at him, not moving a muscle “but.. you didn’t win the game.. and those who wont win the game has to be punished right?” he took the knife out of your hand and sits over you “so I guess I’ll see you again super best friend, bye bye” and the last think you see is the little boy sitting over you, with his knife long above his head.. letting it fall down right at you. “please come back to play with me, my bestest friend”

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Thrones of Lies

The pale little girl with her eyes of lies sits on her throne. It shines so bright in the little dark room.

Looking up at the sky with tears in her eyes.

The poor little boy with scares on his arms sits on his throne. It shimmers so slight while he’s watching her die.

Looking down on the sight with shivering thighs.

 They cry they cry as the stars start faiding. Only two are now left. Shining so bright so bright.

But so far away they could never reatch. They are far to small.

As they join there hands with sad small smiles, smiles filled with lies.

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Sad Twins

A twin couple discussed as children sits in a corner. The room is dark but their silver hair shimmers. Tears are falling down their cheeks. Tears from their red devilish eyes. Can you trust them? Would you help them? The little fragile girl reaches out her hand. A shivery tiny hand. Will you take it? As you walk closer. You see the evil smirks they got glued on their faces. But it’s too late, you can’t stop yourself now. You take her hand.. And you’re trapped. This dark room is your home now. And they won’t let you go. 

“Do you hate us?” he asks. The small slender boy. 

“Can’t you love us?” she asks.  The little pale girl.

You look upon them. Confused and hurt. You’re bleeding. Did they hurt you? You can’t feel your legs anymore. Your insides have been toured out. Your lip is cracked and you’re very cold.  What have you done to deserve this? 

“don’t be angry” she says. The pale girl with the red dress her eyes burning with hate and lust. She did this to you. 

“we did it out of love” he says. The slender boy covered in cuts. With a smile of destruction and confusion. He did this to you. 

But you can’t be mad.  They look to innocent, to helpless. But they are not. They are strong, and if you don’t fight. They will tear you apart. Even out of love, out of desperation. They don’t want you to leave this room. They don’t want to be alone again. 

The girl screams. She screams in pain. You watch her pull her hair with her tiny hands. But helplessly you can’t help. Your hands are bound. They won’t let you.

The boy gags. He gags in fear. Fear of what he is. You watch him claw himself. Claw the cuts. But meaninglessly you can’t help. You can’t speak. They won’t listen. 

“please let us go!”  they scream. They scream with their pitiful voices. They beg for you to kill them. Let them rest. But you wont let them. Couse you like it in this room. you don’t want to leave. And so you watch the boy and the girl suffer. You watch it and you say nothing. You do nothing. Instead you smile and chuckle. 

The girl stops screaming. She stops and she smiles at you. She smiles with her lips while her eyes are in pain. She smiles but she’s crying. 

The boy stops gagging. She stops and he looks happy. His eyes are shimmering with happiness while his lips and shivering with fear. 

They are doing this for you. Because far in in there rotten black hearts. They love you. They want you happy in that room. happy with them. So they pretend. And so do you. You all seem happy. In till your act tears you apart. In till they kill you with their love. The twin demons.

The boy stands over your body. His lips aren’t smiling anymore. 

The girl takes your hand, her eyes are blank. 

You’re dead now. and can finally leave the dark room. are you happy? Was it worth it? you wonder. As you look back at the broken unhappy, lonely twin couple

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Short Gore

Akiras feet were nailed to the ground deeply with 3 thick grey nails on each side covered in flowing blood. The same goes for his hands that were stuck in the wall. He gave out small painful moaning sounds. His jaw had been broken off and was hanging down and his head were also nailed to the wall with one nail in the back of his throat. His tongue had been cut in two and pierced at both side. Also attached with wires for it to stand straight out. His eyes were completely blood shot and tears were silently flowing down his cheeks. A mark in blue, shaped like a “O” were written on his chest while he had two very deep cuts on each side of his stomach, starting from beneath his ribcage and ending just above his hips, making his hot and oozing insides hang out all the way to the floor.

Rans body were almost lifelessly hanging from the roof. His amputated arm and leg were hanging in many different shaped fishing hooks making the blood slowly run down his limbs. His other arm was painfully and inhumanly twisted in many thick wires from different directions, making it look broken. They were digging in so deep the cuts almost went down to the bone. Bleeding oodles. His half amputated leg swaying in a big thick hook, penetrating the entire leg.  His mouth had been sown together so the panting through his nose was almost painful by now. a mark in red, shaped like an “X” were written on his chest. Looking down further you could see the head of his penis had also been pierced and hanged so it would stand up by wires, same with the balls, painfully.

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Morishige Sakutaro FF

My name is Morishige Sakutaro. I’m a high school student and a rather unsocial individual. I also have this obsession with dead bodies. I came in contact with it as I was trap in Heavenly host elementary school, by the Sachiko charm. As you can probably figure out I found my way out of that place in the end, and so did my now dear friend Kizami Yuuya. He is a psychopathic serial killer, so you can figure out why we hang around each other. Yuuya brings me the bodies of his victims and lets me do whatever I please with them while he watches. This rainy day after school he had brought me one. It was lying on the floor in front of me. His abdomen had been cut up in an upside down diamond shaped hole, but the insides were all kept in place inside the belly. Only blood was running down the sides and it was reeking from the hot and sticky bowels. Looking away from it I could see his throat had been cut deep, almost separating the head from the neck. It had probably been the cause of death. His face was rather peaceful looking since his eyes had been closed, and no blood was to be seen over the neck. He had long white hair gracefully surrounding the outside line of his head. It was truly a beautiful sight. His hands and feet had been cut off, hands carefully placed beside were the cut had been made. The only slight odd thing about him was that he had been erect as he died and the blood in his cock had been held in place by an extremely tight penis-ring. It was obvious what Yuuya had had in mind for me. And the thought of it made my grin grow wider. I took my school uniform jacket of while walking closer to him, kneeling down by his face. I slowly moved my hand across his face, stroking his soft skin. He was still warm and his cheeks had a peach color. The body must have been killed only moments ago, less than an hour atleast. I leaned over carefully placing my lips against his. So soft, it was almost like he was alive and just sleeping. But of course, there were no soul in this body. It was no longer a person just a corpse. And it was just that fact that turned me on. I kissed down his jaw bone and down to where the cut of his neck had been made. I could feel the warm steam from the blood on my face, it was a truly erotic sensation. I sensually moved my tongue against the cut, licking the newly run down blood. The taste was beyond anything I had ever tasted before. It was much better and it made my mouth go watery from lust. When I moved away from his neck, kissing my way down his chest to the oozing hole of intestines, I couldn’t help but to smirk widely and dig my hands in with force, moving them around in the smelly mess. It was so hot. I slowly leaned over it to take all the odors in before bringing the guts up to my face. Nuzzling my nose and mouth in them. It felt so good, I could keep on going forever. But I knew I didn’t have too much time. This body would soon get cold and start to rot, just like any other dead body. I left the guts laying out, moving my way down lower against my will. Stroking over his upstanding aroused cock. I couldn’t help but to chuckle looking at it. I fast took my pants and briefs off getting over the lower half of the dead persons body. My breathing increased rapidly and my dick was throbbing with blood from the excitement. I slowly prodded myself with the red forced erect cock and pressed myself down moaning slightly hurting. It was painful, but at the same time it was a good kind of pain. I looked up to see his still peaceful looking face and it made me chuckle.  He was truly a man of beauty. Body was muscular and not a single scar or birthmark caught my eyes. Truly pure perfection.  Studying and memorizing his body while moving up and down feeling my whole body getting hotter was one of the best sensations I had ever felt. It was almost like a childlike happiness doing through my mind. To be able to move faster I forcefully dug my hands down in his open tummy, grabbing his insides and taking support from the ground. I could hear my own moans growing louder as I got closer to climax. I leaned my body take making me take him in deeper, bringing the guts up and almost shoving it in my own face. Smelling and cuddling them.  It was so warm still, it felt unbearably good, and before I knew it, without even touching myself I came in a massive shiver going all through my body. It was nothing like anything I had ever felt before. I started panting heavy and exhausting. I slowly moved myself up, making him slide out of me. My legs were too shivery to stand up so instead I laid down over the more cold growing corpse. I could lie like this forever, slowly having him decay from under me. I found myself having closed my eyes, and within a short while I had fallen asleep. I was too tired from school work and the feeling of having him close was just too good. I couldn’t have helped it. At least I would get the sleep I had been needing.

Walking home from school the next day I was extremely motivated to see what he had brought for me today. I started grinning as fast as I saw Yuuyas face outside on my door steps. We greeted each other but not much more then that since I wasn’t really a sucker for small talk, and Yuuya was fully aware of that fact by now.  We walked inside and down to the cellar. The only reason we were able to keep corpses in my house was because my parents was abroad for the summer vacation and I was left alone. I didn’t mind it at all though. Especially not now when Yuuya was bringing me all these beautiful corpses.  As we came down I looked upon the body that had been placed in the middle of the room.  This corpse was different. It was a middle school boy.  He had been cut in half with his intestines laying in a bloody mess in the middle. His lower half had been lift up by wires attached to the ceiling. He was snow white and his, what I think had been brown eyes were now gray and sticky, he was probably some days old but still in good condition. He had handprint bruises around his neck which was probably the cause of his death, also rope marks around his wrists and ankles. It was clear that Yuuya had had his fun with him before he brought him here, his opening was sore and there was semen on both his face and butt. Not that I really minded much, just added a bit more detail to him. More story. 

I kneeled before him and stroked over the end of his spine, so cold. I moved my hand down over his butt to his thigh. His skin was very smooth. He was so beautiful I couldn’t help but to smirk wide. Moving closer to his upper torso I leaned over to smell his hair. There were still traces of shampoo in it but also that familiar smell of death and decay. I let out a small chuckle as I could feel myself getting more exited. Somehow feeling Yuuyas piercing eyes in my back made it even more erotic. I stroked down the boys back and to his ice cold insides, letting my hand turn red moving it around in the bloody mess. I leaned over kissing his shoulder gently before teasing the skin with my tongue. From so little I was already fully harden. My breathing starting to get very heavy and I could feel my body getting unbearably hot. The only think that was still cold was my lips against the corpse skin and my hand digging in his intestines. It was truly an exciting and wonderful experience. I started kissing my way down his spine, all the way down to the guts. All I wanted to do was to bury my face in them but even I didn’t want to do that. Not when they were this cold. Instead I moved down once more to his lower body, kissing his hip as well as gently move my hand up, stroking over his butt and then slowly over his opening, caressing it. Of course I knew there was no meaning to it. I simply just felt like it. Pressing two fingers in. It wasn’t hard at all since his body was all relaxed. It was almost a disappointment that his body didn’t struggle against them, just a little. But I couldn’t think much of it at a moment like this. After moving them around a bit I pulled them back out moving behind him, I unbuttoned my pants and took myself out. I could hear Yuuyas slight chuckle from behind me, it was almost like he mucked me, but I didn’t succeed in caring about it. I know he liked what he saw otherwise he would have been on his way home long ago. I went back to focusing on the dead body in front of me, smirking widely as I stroked the boys’ soft hips before grabbing them and forcefully thrusting inside with a dark moan. I couldn’t help but to tremble a bit. Even though I was now shaking from the cold it still felt so good I couldn’t think clear. My grip of his hips became tighter as I trusted inside of him in high speed, leaning over the blood soaked guts, taking in the pleasant smell. It almost felt like I was melting inside, slowly warming his dead cold body up from the inside, thinking about it I could hardly hold myself. As I moved I imagined the pain and fear he most have been experiencing as he slowly slipped away. His pained sounds as he was strangled without knowing why. It certainly made me even more exited. Mentally seeing Yuuyas smirk as his eyes went back, how his hands could no longer struggle against his grip. I couldn’t keep it in anymore.  I started moving rougher and finally came deep within him. Letting out a pleased moan before pulling out of him. I panted heavily as I slowly moved away from the body and got on my feet. Not being able to let my eyes of the beautiful sigh even as I pulling my pants back up.  It was just perfect. I can never thank Yuuya enough for bringing all these beautiful artworks to me. It truly makes me happy.  He makes me happy. I’m truly glad to have him do this to me.