Making them throw up on your cock is true love, btw.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@necrapist
Making them throw up on your cock is true love, btw.
Just a scratch. You know how it is.
this + a music playlist.
https://www.tumblr.com/necrapist/812521784547164160/sweetness
Date me instead 🖤🤭
this is so funny 💀. I’m dating no one.
Skull fucking you cold and leaving you on the floor
(ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ @necrapist
this for me and him ok
🫀 Sweetness.
" I have a life outside of you " you're about to have no life if you don't re - think your fucking words .
simply don’t fw with people who think they have a life other than with me.
i love my job
and so what if I get incredibly horny when people are covered in blood? as if it's my fault
+ bruises , broken bones and tears.
dad bf who is trying to console you when you’re crying but you notice how my pants are tighter and I’m holding back a smile.
i want to beat her face bloody so i can feel her blood drip on me when she gives me head
She is a rotten apple, her flesh riddled with maggots—small, slimy things, a dozen in number, feasting upon her decay.
Yet she’d coax me that it wasn’t her that was rotting. Her frail fingers clutch at my coat with the grip of a vice, trembling—yearning, desperate, aching.
She would bleed. Don’t leave me like this. I’d turn to argue, to tell her she was swarmed with maggots long before I ever touched her. But they have found a home in me too, burrowing into my skin, gnawing at my flesh.
She is a rotten apple, and still, I sink my teeth into her as if she were my first and final meal.