no escape? no need.

eighteen

[corpse-play]

♫ we have past the point of no return ...

eniera , nineteen

warnings n' rules ... exploration of dark themes using characters. if it makes you uncomfortable please do what's best for you, this is just me having fun and going on a self discovery journey. you don't have to consume what you don't want to absorb

i love all things worth hiding from.. if you've ever been afraid to say it out loud—whisper it to me.

(dividers from ... omi-resources)

[vampirelover754]

I was suffering a very bad art block before making this. I couldn’t physically draw anything without me throwing it out

And.. I blacked out while making this? I’m just confused to be honest but

I did want to draw Hannibal :,))

[professional-sinner]

Riding a priest because if he's not moving his hips, it's not sinful

[superboyprimed]

[corpse-play]

boyfriend with weird interests and no self respect who can't stop getting desperately aroused by me where ARE you

[chanafehs]

‘you put that cig out, you can hold her’

[corpse-play]

seeing a black woman be careful and cared for, want to help without being simply made maternal, draped in pure white with flowers in her curly hair with her heart still so open—i still don't think i've cried enough over her.

[boyfromrehab]

im sorry ifu got dirty when i bled on you

[boyfromrehab]

[corpse-play]

step brother jason who blames his parents his parents divorce on u just so you'll cry and feel bad. he'll say the only way you can make it up to him is by giving him head. who are you to say no? you hurt him.

[cornetespoir]

Nothing says christmas like sketching some Cranes

[corpse-play]

dry hump jaspn...... Dry Jump Hason Todd.....,...

[corpse-play]

desperate for a pretty girl to tell me what do like im a fucking dog

[corpse-play]

bruce is so kind to you. he learned about your parent's death and quickly sought you out. you spent almost no time alone with your grief thanks to him. he gave you a home, food, clothes, and any other thing you needed. what's this in comparison?

"shh... don't turn around, okay? just—stay on your side." he waits for you to nod in that obedient way you do before his fingers slip past your panties and between your folds. you know to bite your lip and keep silent, know not to protest or squirm—just breathe. relax. surrender. bruce has you. it's okay. and when he works you to that fuzzy place? where your noises slip into the clandestine night air and you can't help but dig your nails into his forearm? that is when he inserts himself. you always cry out, his palm is already over your plush, bitten lips. he's whispering that this is the least you can do in return, that you're so lucky he's so sweet to you. it drives you over the edge. he barrels past, still, pushing you miles past your release. he never stops. not until you're something lost and boneless, blank and tucked beneath expensive sheets. you can barely register him pulling put of you, nor can you feel his kiss against your temple. what you do hear is this before he closes the door behind him, his promise, "i'll see you tomorrow, sweet dreams."

[diaryofagoodmutt]

morale is low. i need a stalker

[boyfromrehab]

miss

[griefcult]

I was thinking we could play inflicting bruises on each other

[corpse-play]

men don't beg enough in porn. why can't he say please at the office while he's under her desk. why don't they say thank you into her pussy. not to mention the insane lack of tears. can we get this shit together