Apocalyptic Nightmares Straight From The Abyss

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆₊ You poor thing, sweet mourning lamb ₊⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ It/They ♱ Sadist ♱ Psychotic ♱ Obsessive raccoon ♡ Her special little corpse fucker ♡ 19 yrs old ♡

[rabidflesh]

Blog Intro

Hello and welcome to my blog! Please read this post before interacting with me.

Disclaimer: Everything I post about is either 100% consensual or strictly fantasy. Also, I collect animal remains, but I am not attracted to them. I am necro only for humans. I'm not a zoo in any capacity. I have a general fascination with death that goes beyond my fantasies.

Pls send me asks

About Me

My name is Moth. I'm a nonbinary, polyamorous, bisexual and autosexual 19 year old individual who uses It/They pronouns. This blog is basically a digital shrine to my girlfriend, whom I absolutely adore. I identify as an IRL yandere, and I am very proud of it.

I am narcissistic, psychotic and have an ed, and I also participate in self-harm as a hobby/positive thing. I also have a hard time feeling empathy and remorse, so I may unintentionally come off as angry or rude sometimes, and I apologize if that's the case.

I am proudly nonhuman and will block if you are going to ignore that and purposefully call me human or disrespect my pronouns.

I am a practitioner of the occult, pop culture paganism, tulpamancy, demonolatry, and satanism, so don't spread religious propaganda or hatred unless you want it back.

Search for #the rabid flesh on this blog to find my posts

Blog Content Warnings

✮⋆˙ Hard kinks (Monster fucking, noncon, blood play, sadism, abuse/torture, cannibalism, snuff, necro, vampirism, kidnapping, public play, humiliation, corruption, cults, etc.)

✮⋆˙ Obsessive love, stalking, and other yandere shit.

✮⋆˙ Psychotic symptoms such as hallucinations, paranoia, delusions, etc.

✮⋆˙ Fults (faux cults) and consensually worshiping other people.

✮⋆˙ True crime (mainly columbine.)

✮⋆˙ Self mutilation and suicide.

✮⋆˙ Rot, decay, gore, decomposition, maggots, taxidermy beetles, anything to do with the decomposition process, basically.

✮⋆˙ Rabies, parasites, mentions of "brain worms" and similar things.

My Paras

Erotophonophilia, Necrophilia (Class 6 & 9), Biastophilia, Narkobiastophilia, Asphyxiophilia, Apagophilia, Odaxelagnia, Hematolagnia, Anthropopholagnia, Dacryphilia, Gorephilia, Iraphilia, Phobophilia, Voyeurism, Vigiliaphilia, SH, Parasites, Restraints, Oplophilia, Hoplophilia, Plumaphilia

(I have more, but this blog will heavily focus on these).

Do Not Interact

Minors, Kinkshamers, Anti LGBTQ+, Anti xenogender, A-spec exclusionists, anti polyamory, Racist, Nazis, Xenosatanists, LSDqueers, Kandiqueers, TERFS, SWERFS, (NO)MAPS, Pro-C zoos, CSEM supporters, Anti yanderes, Pro psychiatry, You believe in "narc abuse", You demonize psychotic symptoms, You believe psychotic people need to take drugs to have a good life/be happy, Bible thumpers, People who think consensual abuse/stalking is bad, People who support Israel or Russia, People who are easily grossed out, People who think it's wrong to keep (ethically sourced) remains of humans and animals

[alvaeris]

i think i am into, like, every girl ever

[transgendermarxism]

rape me with the handle of your knife while im gagged and tied up, begging you through cute tears to stop <3

rape me with the barrel of your gun and threaten to shoot and gut my insides if im too loud <3

rape me with your strap/cock and tell me what i naive little whore i was to befriend a creep like you <3

rape me while you record the scene, forcing me to smile with tears in front of the camera, showing people that i secretly like being your fleshlight <3

[rabidflesh]

Bet.

[motherrcain]

is it happening to you?

every day

[weednymphos]

Does anyone have the link to the this post from almost a year ago? We can’t seem to find it anywhere and we don’t remember ever deleting it :( 

We can email a video of us to whoever send us a link to it, thanks.

Or if you remember reblogging it let us know so we can go through your archives.

[peachesxncream]

Doing kinky stuff while my joints are popping like rice crispies

[daily-spooky]

[c-is-for-cookie]

I've started just clicking my fingers at my boyfriend and giving him one word commands when i want him to do something. easiest way to get a dumb dog to listen btw, his eyes just glaze over and he immediately gets so obedient and submissive for me. it's so cute and so fucking hot.

[bitter-intestines]

[averagevamptboy]

need to jerk off so bad but i haven’t the motivation to do it. can someone come help me out and fuck me till i can’t think please

[petcomplex]

” what are your coping mechanisms ? “ talking to people on tumblr dot com about torture methods and stalking

[obsloser]

stalking someone, blissfully unaware of their room dedicated to you and the fact they know exactly where you are

[garden-0f-ed3n]

do you really love me if you’re not pinning me down and cvtting your name into my skin over and over again so everyone knows that im yours? -_-

[watchingyourheart]

Rip me open like one of your French girls

[stardogsub-deactivated20250426]

need to get muzzled, wrists tied together, pushed on my back, legs spread open, collared and leashed, fingers curled up inside my puppycunt while my tdick twitches on display, need to be teased and bullied from having pleasure from being humiliated on display like this, need to be a pathetic puppy and have someone take advantage of how needy and clingy I am to get into my pants and tease me until I’m begging to be bred and domesticated like a pathetic fag slut

[dearcervus]

Stalking you, but just to make sure you take the meds I prescribed you on time 🖤

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

Homesick. You don’t remember the exact moment when you stopped fighting it. Was it the ropes, the blindfolds, the endless nights of his voice echoing in your skull? It's all blurred into a haze now, but eventually, resistance just… dissolved. Now, you’re his. Not in some sappy, star crossed way, but in the way a blade belongs to the hand that wields it. Sharp, violent, reliable. He’s reshaped you, twisted you into his sex addicted plaything, and the worst part — or maybe the best — is how he rubs it in your face. Literally. Figuratively. Dragging you back to places that used to mean something to you.

Today, it’s your old school. The brick building looms a block away, its windows glinting like judgmental eyes in the late afternoon sun. He’s got you pinned against the chain link fence of the abandoned lot nearby, your skirt hiked up, panties yanked to your ankles. The metal bites into your back as he thrusts into you, slow and deep, savoring the look of longing on your face. You can hear the faint echo of your friends laughing from years ago. It’s so close, so fucking close, and your cunt's already soaking, wetness running down your thighs.

“There's no going back,” he laughs, gripping your chin to force your gaze toward the school. “You’re not that girl who sat in class, doodling in notebooks. You’re mine now. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whimper, voice cracking as he slams into you harder. Your fingers claw at the fence, the rust flaking under your nails. “I’m yours. I'm so much better now!”

He chuckles, low and mean. “You know, they forgot about you a long time ago. Now you're just some random whore, begging for my cock. You’re never going back, slut. Never.”

Your cunt clenches around him at that, a tight, desperate squeeze that makes you gasp. It’s the only way you can cum now. He has to say it, has to remind you that you’re his forever, that the old you is gone. “Please,” you moan, hips bucking against him. “Say it again. Tell me I’m never going back.”

He grins, teeth flashing like a predator’s. “You’re never going back. You’re stuck with me, my little addict. Repeat it.”

“I’m never going back,” you chant, voice hitching as he picks up the pace, fucking you raw against the fence. “I’m never going back. I'M NEVER GOING BACK!” The words spill out as you shatter, cumming hard around his cock, your whole body shaking as the pleasure rips through you. You can feel the school watching, silent, disappointed maybe, and it only makes you want him more.

---

A week later, it’s your old job. The shitty little coffee shop sits across the street, the neon “Open” sign flickering, mocking you. He’s got you bent over the hood of his car in the alley behind the pawn shop next door, your cheek pressed to the cold metal. The smell of burnt espresso drifts over from the dumpster nearby, and it twists something in your stomach. It used to be you in there, flirting with regulars for tips. Now you’re here, ass up, taking him deep while he groans about how pathetic you’ve become.

“You think they’d let you back behind the counter now?” he taunts, one hand twisted in your hair as he pounds into you. “Nah, you’re too far gone. You can't work. You’re just my cock sleeve now. This is all you’re good for.”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” you babble, voice hoarse from moaning. “I don’t want to work. I don’t want any of it. Just you. Just this. Harder, please!” Your cunt's a mess, juices coating his cock as he drives into you. The thought of someone from the shop stepping out for a break, seeing you like this... You’d die happy if they did. You’d cum harder than ever.

---

But it’s your parents’ house that breaks you the most. He takes you there at dusk, parking just down the street in the wooded lot where you used to ride your bike. The roof peeks through the trees, and your chest tightens, but not with nostalgia. With lust. He’s got you on your knees in the dirt, his cock shoved down your throat while he leans against a tree, looking at the house, then back at you like you're a monument he stole.

“Home sweet home,” he sneers, thrusting deeper until you gag. Not that they'd recognize you. You're not their sweet girl anymore.”

You pull off just enough to gasp, spit trailing from your lips. “I don’t care about them,” you rasp, voice wrecked. “I’m not theirs. I’m yours. I don’t want to go back there. Ever!” Your cunts throbbing again, dripping onto the leaves below, "Don't make me go back, keep fucking me, please!" You don’t even wait for him to answer — you climb him, wrapping your legs around his waist, sinking down onto his cock with a sob.

He laughs, turning to pin you against the tree. “Don't worry, slut. You're never going home.”

“I’m never going home,” you moan, loud enough that it feels dangerous, like someone might hear. “I’m never going home. I’m yours. I’m yours forever!” You come undone, screaming it into the twilight, your cunt pulsing around him as the house sits there, so close, so far, a ghost of a life you'll never miss.