xx.

im a pervert or whatever

[hauntedvirus]

what's a man gotta do to get some dopamine up in here

jerk off to despicable porn apparently

[patchworkdaughtr]

gun is a kind of sex toy

[dyk3n3crofreak]

god put me on this earth to be forever immortalized in a true crime doc

[hauntedvirus]

i think about it every night and day (murder)

[deadshrike-deactivated20220125]

the intensity of my desires are normal. (←lying)

[thisdungeonearth]

[spinecutter-archive]

we need way more necrophilia everywhere

[maxxie-or-smth]

i'd just like to make it publicly known i did some insane freak pervert shit last night and you should all be very jealous of me

[saudisociety]

Tomorrow isn’t promised kidnap her today

[karty-wspomnien]

[finalgirlabigailhobbs]

lying across the autopsy table all by yourself, gorgeous?

[hauntedvirus]

i feed on fear

[babiebunny04-deactivated2025110]

first date idea >_<

[hauntedvirus]

you're naked on the bedroom floor. clothes cut off, thrown aside. my hands are still wet from the last cut, and i drag my fingers up your inner thigh, leaving a warm red trail behind. your back arches when i press my palm flat against the wound just below your hipbone, grinding the heel of my hand into your torn flesh. i lean down and taste the blood on your neck. my knife traces your collarbone, your sternum, the soft hollow of your throat. i don't cut there. not yet. i slide two fingers into the wound on your thigh, curl them, and you scream into my mouth while i kiss you. your blood is all over both of us now, it's slick, warm, pulsing with your heartbeat. and i can feel it slowing, pulling back just to watch your face while I push the knife in deeper your abdomen. your eyes roll. your mouth stays open. i stay inside you until the trembling stops.

[hauntedvirus]

i'm just a regular everyday normal motherfucker (actually deplorable human being)

[vomitingcupcakes]

if i was a cannibal, you’re the first one id eat

[hauntedvirus]

thinking about the time i could've ended them right there and then. one harder push and they'd be done bleeding out on the ground.

but that wasn't what i wanted.

i wanted them to go home, to shower and watch the water run pink, to lie awake in the middle of the night touching the bandages and stitches, remembering exactly how the blade felt sliding in.

this knife of mine has your name on it now.

and next time? next time i'm not sure i will put it away.