sorry that updates are really slow recently irl stuff is going on but i am trying to keep this blog at least a little active for my fellow freaks and weirdos
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sorry that updates are really slow recently irl stuff is going on but i am trying to keep this blog at least a little active for my fellow freaks and weirdos
My f/o is very intelligent and he abstains from using drugs or alcohol because addiction runs in his family. I want to get him hooked on something that will keep him crawling back to me, desperate for a fix despite his better judgement. He tries and he tries, but he just can't resist! The only problem is that he doesn't have the money to support such an expensive habit...
Luckily, I take multiple forms of payment ;) 🍑💦
-🍓 anon
seems like a fair trade ♥
there will be blood? like. you promise?
You come back after a battle with a deep wound. You're literally holding yourself together; your lower stomach is slashed open, and you weakly tie a spare article of clothing around it to keep your insides, well, inside.
Your f/o is, of course, horrified by this. They should've been there to protect you. The least they can do is try to fix it, right?
They do their best to pin you down, with one arm across your chest, as they attempt to sew you back up. Every so often, they pause their work to silence your cries of pain with kisses. Their lips are so soft and so warm and so familiar, that it actually does distract you momentarily, before the blinding, agonizing pain sets in again.
Long after their work is done, the scar still reminds you both of your love.
(💙 anon)
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are you +18?
yeah. what do you want me to do post a license photo and doxx myself???
perhaps it is cringe for me to be an adult "running" an imagine blog (i say having not posted anything in ages) but hey what can you do. i've been finding other outlets for these sorts of thoughts lately through art and songwriting but they're not going away by any means. i just dont talk about them here anymore
Hate it when cis people ask unnecessary and invasive questions like "are your experiments ethical?" And "where is that screamimg coming from?"
Oh no! Your f/o accidentally cut themselves with a knife! They go to you to ask for help but instead of giving them a bandaid, you start to lick up the blood. If the cut is deep enough, you might be able to push your tongue into it a little so you can taste them better
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Abuse isn’t cute, actual people are getting hurt cuz of the romanticisation of abuse :/
this is a blog about fake imagine scenarios. key word is "imagine." as in it isn't real. i wouldnt do any of this shit in real life, because i understand that it's not feasible or legal!
if you want to discuss more off anon by messaging me, feel free to do so. and if you don't, the block button is free!
imagine your f/o breaking your fingers as punishment for some minor infraction. it's hard to do anything with your messed up hands, and they like watching you struggle to perform basic tasks. it's no use asking for help, either--it's your own fault that they had to punish you.
imagine your f/o feeding you your own flesh.
imagine helping your f/o slice some veggies for your dinner. you stand behind them, holding their hand on the blade, making sure to "accidentally" bump it whenever it gets near their fingers. the vegetables end up a bit juicier than they probably should be...
i queued up a few imagines 2 of which are vaguely cannibalistic b/c someone ontwitter keeps talking abt scenarios where my (immortal) f/o gets used as a source of meat for a food stand and i just. mgmgbnggngnmggbngngkf
In order to prove your loyalty and devotion to them, your f/o has asked you to kill someone. You lower your weapon, your fingers shaking from the adrenaline, as you look down at the now lifeless body in front of you. Your f/o wrap their arms around you from behind, leans in close and whispers into your ear, "Well done."
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Imagine your f/o slowly stroking your hair as you bleed out. You can tell they are murmuring something in your ear, but your brain is starting to shut down and can barely register what it is. You read their lips and they say, "You were such a good pet for me..."
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I frequently have fantasies of kidnapping my f/o, but lately I've been really obsessed with the idea of abducting and tying him up so I can just smell him for as long as I please. I want to know what his natural scent is like so desperately!! 😩🙏💖 I want to take my time sniffing him everywhere. I'd slowly drag my face against his skin and then bury my nose into each of his most deliciously pheremone-producing spots while he shivers and bashfully tugs at his restraints. Ugh, I want to huff his scent for so long that I can never forget it...👃💘💘💘💦
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imagine using your f/o as a sewing mannequin and pinning all kinds of pretty fabrics onto their skin. they do their best to stay still, even with their blood soaking into their unfinished outfit. you eventually pin a beautiful dress into place on their body, and snap a photo of them smiling with teary eyes as their clothes slowly stain red.
imagine your vampire f/o needing to feed. they promise you they’ll be gentle, but the second they get a taste of your blood, they realize how hungry they really are and can’t stop. even as you claw at their back, they keep drinking, too lost to realize how much they’re taking. the last thing you see before you pass out is their terrified face, smeared with your blood.