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@incorruptiblesaint
Oh, death dwells in love.
I'm glad to announce that I've gotten back into writing!
My current body of work, which will mostly do with graphic details of torture scenes, is being published in AO3 under the title of “Pallor of Night”:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Enjoy!
My bf will fuck me with a gun to my head but refuses to shoot me and fuck the wound
Does he actually love me?
He's not the love of your life until he begs you to handle him the gun, as you're meant to do – you're a threat to yourself, but he's far worse. He should look at you, very deep, then shoot you in the head. In that deathly wound, he'll find the pleasure that you were never quite capable of giving while you were alive.
Hand him the gun. Make him show you the true love that he possesses.
I'll take your corpse not kindly, not lightly; but with the devouring madness of a Saint.
Your stiff cock as it hits again my insides: a reminder of how, even in death, you love me. You adore me.
And I, your Goddess in death, give your lifeless body a reason not to rot away into oblivion.
I'll always be here to remind you of your usefulness, snuff bait.
you'll get snuffed out and turned into writing material! ♡
i cannot imagine a more dignified end, can you?
oooh, that's actually a high honor! Im heavily tattooed that would make such a pretty parchment!
i've always said it would be a pity not to skin me when I die so im nodding vigorously at the idea
Patches of tattooed skin would hang from my wall, like flags celebrating brutality. A thick line of your inked skin would wrap around my waist like a belt. A thicker rope of skin would hang your skinned body from the ceiling.
goodnight and here i am drunk again here, oh how i wish i was a cold little corpse for you to desacrate and violate, how i wish i was an unthinking unfeeling thing to be played with and discarded...
You are already an unthinking playtoy for me to violate and abuse as I please, all that's missing is for me to snuff you out in the cruelest way possible. ♥
My snuffbait, my rapetoy, my plaything...
Fem necro from the other day back!
I love cutting and getting my blood all over him, I've never thought of experimenting with bones!!!
Another thing I like doing is overstimming him, he gets all stiff and twitchy and his eyes roll back into his head. Sometimes he'll even scream!
I've choked him out (as safely as is possible, as much as having him dead would be fun i also like him alive) before, and holy shit, cumming on him while he was out cold was so fucking good.
I wish I was more creative tho... so many things I could do
You should cut him, too, if he's into it. ♥
Those all sound like such fun activities, though. I adore that you choke him out; perhaps you can do more with his unconscious body...
Another fun activity is having sex at a cemetery; I haven't been able to do it yet, as I am single, but plenty of times I have masturbated behind cemetery walls. The aura of death is exciting!
Being your snuff doll would be a dream. Existing to be the canvas for you to write your every wish, and once I run out of space, being rewritten into an object solely for love and pleasure.
Though I would feel more pleasure from handing you a blade and guiding your hand as you cut yourself for me, marking every inch of your body in your Goddess' name, cementing your place as my servant and devotee.
When that's done, then I'll snuff you out. But I'd never dispose of you; you'll be my most precious work of art – a magnum opus, so to speak –, a recipient for your Mistress' love and abuse.
Such a beautiful and lovable corpse you will be.
It’s sickening how wet I get at the thought of being yours to use however you please. Just knowing I’d die at the hands of someone who will really cherish me.
Mmh, and how exciting the prospect is – that of violating you, abusing you, but also cherishing and treasuring my little snuff doll so incredibly much. You'll be so much more than just a piece of fuck meat: you'll be my precious rape toy for life, even as you rot and decay in death.
DM me. ♡
Being a female necro kinda sucks
Cause like I can't ride a soft cock :((
Kinda stuck to death boners and fresher stuff but I like the rotting and decay aspect too 😭
Maybe I'll drug my bf so I can pretend he's dead and still get off on him
You gotta get creative with bones, hehe.
Since you have a bf, fake blood is always an option to make things more exciting, as well as having him pass out – as you already mentioned. ♡
I hope you can feel me violating your corpse from hell.
Someone as cute as you I'd love to hunt for sport
- dog
Aww, try to hunt me for sport; and end up becoming prey instead. ♥
I know it would get you off, too: the way I run my fingers over your cold skin, the way I explore every inch of your bruised body, the fun that I am having...
I know it'd get you off if you were alive. ♡
One may weep at what I've done to your body, but I find it to be a work of art: your limbs, cut open; your guts, exposed; your head, sitting atop your own stomach.
How I adore admiring this beautiful piece of art that will accompany me for the rest of my life – and for the remainder of its usefulness in death...
can I be an anon?:3
🥩
Of course, you may claim your spot as my anon. ♥
But only if you send me good asks and praise. 🤭
Need to feel his cold throat wrap tightly around my cock, as if he's gasping for his life back.
Darling, it's not rape because you're not human; you're not even alive! You're snuff bait. ♥