#murder kink

[tboygorelover]

if someone pressed a cold hard revolver against my forehead i would probably lean in and moan

[ineverfeltthesethingsb4]

yes if you give me access to you, i will make money off of you and exploit you for fun. yes i will turn you into a prostitute. no i am not sorry.

like, the idea of pimping you out to my friends for some quick cash. branding you with a hot iron so that everyone is aware who you belong to, no matter how much they wish you were theirs.

coercing you to send me your nudes, full body, or specific shots - face blurred out, or maybe not depending on the price (because your privacy isn’t yours anymore) and then selling them to perverted strangers on tumblr to jack off to.

auctioning videos of you — grainy, muffled videos of me fucking you senseless. taking commissions depending on what the people want to see me do to you, or see you do to yourself. practically turning you into a glorified porn star.

[quietcannibal]

sex except i am literally just killing you.

[toothy-mutt]

consider: snuff film maker's pet? getting to join in on some films n rough up the victim too, cleaning up the blood and gore of a finished scene and getting fucked by em as a reward, if you're lucky maybe they'll let you use the fresh corpse as your personal toy! just a treat for doing so good for them :) even better if you were intended to be a victim yourself, but they liked you enough to keep you around

[warblefly]

I only like men when they’re crying and bleeding out under me. I only like men when I’m biting and eating them as they try to pry me off. I only like men when I can kill them.

[bl00dy-c0rpse-23]

I'm bored does anyone wanna let me torture and murder them

[domdraven]

need to force a doll to instinctively rub their pretty cunt over the barrel of my gun whilst I'm holding it over their panties, just so when they get wet and start to whimper and whine I can mock them

"what you enjoy this slut?, no regard for your own life? you fucking dumb slut"

[ineverfeltthesethingsb4]

showing you, all bruised and dazed, off to my friends like a prized possession. like an auction.

sitting you on my lap on my couch, tilting your face with my heads. using my thumb to swipe some blood left over from our recording session earlier.

you’re drugged up pretty heavily. maybe you performed well doing the video, took my fists and the taser like a champ, so i gave it to you as a reward. maybe i gave it to you so that you’d be pliable when my friends come over to see you.

spreading your legs infront of them, not letting them touch — yet, but they’re definitely laser focused on you. they are so terribly predictable when it comes to what they clearly want.

being mentally present enough to know that any one of them could offer up cash to touch you, and i’d accept, and you’d have no say.

learning that just because something is attached to you, doesn’t mean it’s yours.

unrelated, i think i have enough of a following to let you all know my asks are in-fact open. whether you want to just vent out your nastiest thoughts, or it’s something about me specifically. whatever i like gets posted publicly, so if you don’t want everyone to know you, better stay anonymous. i’ll keep track of you though. //