"Go ahead, scream. No one'll hear you."

(18+ Only Please.) Hello, I'm a 25 year old trans women, I'm assuming you found this blog randomly, or, have a fetish for murder too. You're welcome to stay, I hope you get some enjoyment out of this.

[momokiiafterdark]

If you’re reading this, you must be as crazy as me!

Chapter one of “My Boyfriend Runs a Snuff Website, What Does Yours Do?”

this contains themes of : Kidnapping, Snuff, Torture, Gore and Rape

Proceed with caution. 

Heya there! You’ve stumbled across my blog, you must really be fucked up huh? No worries! We all are here. Let me run through a few things, okay? Great!

I’m Razine, a 20 year old girl and I live with my boyfriend, Alabel. We met around a year ago, things here are... quite horrible. I’m making these posts because he told me to, it’s his fetish? We’ll get to that in just a second though. A key detail I left out is that he kidnapped me. He does a lot of fucked up shit to me most of the time, cutting,  stabbing, raping.. you name it he’s done it! I know I sound over excited for this kind of shit, but what can I say. He made me realize that I love every bit of it! I get called his little masochist, it’s pretty nice. 

Now that that’s out of the way, let me talk about something really important!

Snuff! He runs this really famous redroom server called “RedRumWhores” He posts pretty often~ So he usually goes out once a month and finds a lonely person at a bar who has nothing to live for, and brings them back to the house. I, am not supposed to be watching him when he’s down in the basement but, I can’t help it, the screaming is so interesting! I’ve caught him filming too many times to count, taking submissions and donations.. it’s so wild to me that people will pay to watch dumb bitches get tortured.. but it’s so, hot? 

Watching him fuck the life out of someone who’s so broken they can’t even to begin to fight back, until they finally give out and die in front of hundreds of people is great! I secretly get off to watching the streams back a day later when he has to clean everything up. I secretly wish that was me in place of other people though, but my baby swore he wouldn’t kill me. 

He’s caught me watching him a few times though, those are my favorite livestreams, because I get to partake in some torture too! One time, he was in the middle of a girls punishment while I accidently let the basement door open too far. He stopped doing everything, getting up to grab me roughly and drag me down the stairs with them. Exclaiming to the viewers how “we have a special guest!” Pushing my face to the camera, I smiled sweetly.. before being tossed to the ground next to the gagged and bleeding women. She screamed in her gag, probably wishing I could help her, god what a dumb bitch! I laughed a little at her before Alabel started straddling me, pulling at my clothes. Once they’re off I feel a sharp stabbing pain in my leg, I let out a shrill scream and the girl next to me starts screaming again too.. 

I hear him groan and say something to the camera but I’m too much in pain to notice what it was. My body trembles as tears flow from my eyes, I look down.. there’s blood pooling around my leg, dripping down my thigh so elegantly. “AH! Wait!” I scream out before he quickly rips the knife from my wound. He moans, his fingers digging around in my cut, opening the incision even wider. I shake and cry though I feel myself getting painfully aroused by his torture, and the fact that a stranger is being forced to watch it happen in front of her get’s me going even more... I won’t go into too much detail but! Let’s just say he fucked me hard enough so that I couldn’t walk the next day.. that and we got into some disembowelment as the grand ending of the stream! 

                  What a fun day that was. Too bad I can’t write more down, I have to go out with him tonight, we’re finding "someone special” he says~ I’ll update soon with the details of that pretty story~!                      -Razine <3

[momokiiafterdark]

My boyfriend runs a snuff website, what does yours do?

This is a ongoing series about a girl who gets kidnapped. She’s forced to talk about her day to day life on a blog ran by her kidnapper. 

This series depicts graphic violence, rape and mental trauma. I will put warnings on each chapter, they may very. This is not suitable for minors and may not be suitable for the easily disturbed. Please take caution. 

I will be posting chapters very soon, and will have post the too spicy smut on my AO3

[momokiiafterdark]

“You Can’t Run So You Must Hide”

Title is from the song Wyrd (Glass Animals) I do recommend it highly. 

Yuuimori belongs to my friend @popsweeties

This Post Contains Themes of: Stalking, Breaking and Entering. Assault, Bone Breakage.

                     “Wanna know the story of how I got a BF?”

He looks to be around mid 20s, he’s tall, he’s got short dirty blond hair that rests perfectly on top of his shoulders and pretty hazel eyes, also freckles. I caught a glimpse of him while out shopping for dinner, he stole my attention extremely quickly. I needed to see more of him! So, I followed him around the store. Peaking around isles, passing him multiple times, pretending to look at things so he wouldn’t notice me, this was all short lived though. Soon I was forced to watch him check out, when he finished bagging his items and paying, I knew I had to act fast. Leaving my cart behind, I proceeded to follow him out the store.

I quickly scrambled in my purse for my keys and ran to my car, getting in while still watching the man. It’s dark out but I see His car, a galaxy purple Toyota, was parked across from mine. I reach into my glovebox and pull out a pad of paper and a pen. I scribble down his license plate or, what I can see of it in the moonlight, and put the piece of paper into my purse. I look back at him, his car’s running, I soon follow, putting the keys in my ignition and turning my car on. I wait for him to pull off, and I continue my pursuit. 

My heart’s beating out of my chest, my hands are sweaty and my body is hot and shaky. I try my best to forget about my nervousness and focus on the car in front of me. We drive about 6 blocks until he pulls over to this small house. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I pull over across the street, but not where he can see me.  I shut my car off, and open my window, the cool air hitting my sweaty face. The man is now carrying bags to the front door, his keys in hand. I stare and let out a displeased groan when he gets in his house, shutting the door behind him. I sit and think for awhile, before I write his address down. “I... I want to get in..” I say to myself. I soon start my car up, looking back at his house one more time, I sigh and pull off, returning to my home. 

I didn’t get sleep last night, and I’ve been thinking about him all day. it’s already evening and I haven’t moved from my bed, I need to.. I get up, get dressed, (dark clothes obviously, can’t get caught now!) and grab my keys off my table, getting in my car, I drive to the address I wrote down last night. I park in the same spot and shut my car off. I look around, his car isn’t there, he must be out for the night. “thank goodness” I say under my breath as I get out of my car. I walk over to his home, looking in the windows, no sign of life, but I had to be sure. I try to open the front door, I knew it’d be locked but thought he might forget.. he did. It was that easy? “Ah!” I let out a surprised noise as the door opens. I look around to see if anyone has saw me, no one’s around and I’m not willing to get get caught, so I rush into his home, quickly shutting the door behind me. 

It’s pitch black in his house, I feel against the wall for a light switch and voila! The room lights up, the brightness blinds me for a few seconds. His home is neatly arranged, roses in vases here and there, it’s very cozy. I search around, going through drawers and seeing if I can find something of interest..  I eventually find his bedroom, I impatiently open his bedroom door and turn on the light. His bed is all cleaned up, there’s a open laptop and papers on his desk across from me. I put it aside, and go into his closet, searching around through his drawers. 

I find a small bottle of cologne, I take the cap off and spray some on my wrist, the smell intoxicates me, the urge to bathe in his scent overtakes me. But I snap out of my fantasy, and slip the bottle into my pocket for safekeeping. I turn around and I’m met with clothes all neatly arranged on hangers. My eyes falling on a light gray hoodie, I grab it, pulling it off the hanger. I push it to my face and inhale, smelling the clean scent of him.. I hold it to my chest and leave the closet, and walk over to that laptop. He left it on, tabs open of various social medias. Before I look even more on his PC, I go through the papers on his desk. His name on one.. “Yuuimori” He’s even got the name of an angel. The rest are drawings of various people. He’s very talented~ I find a blank piece of paper, and grab one of his markers, moving back to the computer, I write down all his social medias. His email and his passwords to each of the accounts. 

I leave his house around an hour later with his cologne, hoodie and all his account data! I get in my car and set everything down on the seat next to me. I drive off hurryingly. Once I get home, I rush to get in my house his things in my shaky arms. I get inside my house, and sit down on my couch. I pull off my shirt and slip on his hoodie, it’s nice and warm and smells like his house~ I spend the rest of my night going through his accounts.

A week passes, I’ve got a shit ton of info on Yuuimori and I’m thankful for it. I’ve spent yet another day thinking about him.. Tonight however is different, I’m returning back to his house. I haven’t taken off his hoodie, I can’t.. that doesn’t matter, because tonight, I will be wearing every piece of his clothing. I get in my car, a metal baseball bat sitting in my back seat. I drive off in the direction of his house. The entire drive there, I think about him, and how we’ll soon be together forever. 

Once I arrive, I’m shaking. Reaching into the backseat I grab the bat, and take it with me. I exit my car, my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the weapon. I reach his door, his car’s parked in the driveway, his lights on. My body is shaking almost violently at this point, my breathing has now turned into panting.. I swallow my spit, and knock on his door. I grip the bat in both hands now, quickly glancing behind me to see if anyone is around, no.. good. I ready my weapon as I hear his footsteps getting closer. The doorknob turns and so does my stomach, the door opens and in a split second, I swing my bat, HARD. I watch him as he topples to the ground with a loud groan. I must’ve hit him hard enough to break his nose.. I stare down at him, there’s blood pooling from his head, tears falling down his face. I ready my bat again, this time though, I swing at his legs, over and over. His cries and choked out screams echo within his house and possibly can be heard by his neighbors. I stop hitting him once I hear loud cracks. I knew I did enough damage.. 

I drop the bat and kneel down, grabbing his pathetic squirming body by his soft bloodied hair and drag him into his house, kicking the door shut behind me. I drag him to his living room. He’s loud, very loud even when his nose is broken, so I shove him hard against his floor, sitting on top of him. One hand clamped firmly around his mouth, the other is struggling to keep his wrists together. I shush him, tears falling out of my eyes.. I’m.. crying. I hurt the one I love.. but, he asked for it! He should’ve came up to me at that store! “FUCK!” I scream out, roughly grabbing his hair with both hands now, and I slam his head down against the carpet. There’s a half scream before more soft sobs slip through his lips. Blood pooling around his head, staining not only the carpet but his soft colored hair. After awhile, he stops struggling. I think I killed him, I quickly check for a pulse, he’s alive, he must’ve passed out from blood loss and trauma. I get off of him, throwing myself on the floor next to him, my face in his pool of blood. 

                   I pass out with him, hoping to see him in the dreamland.

[momokiiafterdark]

An Introduction

Hello there, I am Momokiia. I’m a 25 year old trans women. I’m also a pansexual poly. I have a special interest in Baking, Gore, Music, Fantasy Roleplay, BDSM  and Writing. 

What I usually write about is mostly nsfw horror, sometimes fluff. It’s also at times, very self indulgent.

I do take requests and I will do most of them, however, I will NOT write about : Minors. Zoophilia, Scat, Vomit or Piss. Necro is okay to an extent.  

I will write about OC’s, I do write about OC’s, I am happy to write your OC’s.

If there are any questions, whether about me, things I write about or a request, the ask box is open. If needed, My DM’s are also open.