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[tsuraiusagi]

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[nightwolfms]

A nightmare in years...

So... Story time I guess...

Today I had, not a dream, far from that... It's been quite a while since I had a REAL nightmare, but here we are, and today I'm gonna share with you my "hellishly" experience about it.

Warning: the following lines may contain explicit gore and violence, if you can't deal with it, please do not read.

Alright, with that said, let's begin.

Everything starts at my old house, I was having a normal day with my pretty much depressive old routine; cleaning the house, taking care of things around, pretty much stuck in that house to be fair.

I did everything I could in that house, spoke online to a couple of friends and went to sleep as I would usually do on that time. As I fell asleep, I dreamed of being in a school environment, with all of my friends around me, we where having a class with this tall gym class teacher. A Blondy woman in which was always wearing a pony tail, her eyes where beautiful and her skin was white, almost as white as the shirt she was dressed on.

She would always propose some fun activities to us, as if they were typical gym classes of course, it was so real and natural that in a matter, it didn't feel like a dream at all, I was having fun in there I'd say.

In the end, we would all gather around to finish the activities and she would tell us: "it was a nice day, congratulations to all of you, you were really energetic today but unfortunately it's time for you guys to be back home"

Her voice was really soft, so she asked us: "would you like to gather tomorrow? There are so many things I can plan for us to do!" We all were really enthusiastic about what would come around the very next day, so we all agreed to meet up tomorrow around the same time. After that, I woke up of that dream (in which was inside of the dream I was having).

I was confused, it was to real, how could that just be a simple dream? I thought about that a lot untill the time arrived again, the time to go back to the "dream gym" as I am now calling.

She prepared for us a little football match, everyone was pretty much into it, I even had some time to talk to one of my friends about it, we spent a long time there, having loads of fun and again, the "goodbye" moment would arrive again, but this time, instead of asking us if we would like to gather up on the very next day, she actually told us: "now, now... This will be our little secret alright? Don't tell anyone about this little gathering of ours and we can have it everyday for as long as you guys would like... But if you tell anyone, I'm afraid that you will meet my special box, and I don't think you will like it...at all"

I had quite a chill when she said that, as if I already felt that something was wrong or at least something wrong was about to happen, so then, I woke up once again.

Intrigued, that's how I describe myself, I spent most of the day thinking about it...

As many times as I dreamed with that woman, the more weird things were turning to be, at some point, she even brought us to an abandoned tunnel to play hide and seek.

I had enough of that, I called my friend best friend and we went to have a chat at her house, I asked her if she was having some weird dreams, and she told me that sometimes she would, but not specifically what those dreams would be... So I told her the dreams I was having, every single thing, every single activity... She granted me as a lunatic, and to be honest, I'd do the same if someone says that I felt like someone was threatening them from inside of their dreams... As we were talking, I hear steps towards one of the rooms from her house, it was a tall woman, pretty similar to the one in my dreams, with the only difference in the colour of her hairs, it was a dark brown colour, just like mine... She was staring at me everytime she passed by the door, peaking into our conversation, giving me this weird stare that would freeze me down to my core...

When I was finally heading back home, the same woman came behind me and said:

"I thought you had a secret, and that secrets are not supposed to be shared... Good luck little girl... The box awaits..."

My entire body started to tremble as it felt cold as well...

As I got home, things didn't get weird, no, no, no... By far... They've got fucked up, that's what they've got...

I was literally being haunted... Footsteps all over the place, the sensation of being observed even though nobody was in home but me, things falling on the floor...

As time passed, i was getting paranoid with everything surrounding me... Untill I heard, that shattered voice that even now sometimes echoes inside of my head.

"You have been warned and now, you are mine"

There she was, the tall woman from my dreams, but this time, so thin to the point of her bones being clearly marked by her skin, in which by the way, turned to a gray tone and her hairs turned dark as the night, she grabbed me by the neck as she started to try to strangle me with her deformed skinny hands, somehow, I could manage to get her away from me, giving me the opportunity to try to escape from that place, convincingly -as in any fucking nightmare- the doors were locked and the windows would not open by any instance. I ran away from her as much as I could, she was getting feral at that point, that's when the worst part started to happen, as I ran from her through a corridor, I peak a look behind to try to see how far she would be from me, and when I least expected, she was running after me with a huge knife.

I couldn't think twice after that, my only thoughts were that if she would approach me, I'd need something to defend myself, that's when I ran towards the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I saw... You may ask, "maybe she grabbed something as a pan or a cutting board to defend herself"... Well, no.

The first thing I saw, was another knife on one of the counters and, as I said, I couldn't think twice at that point, I grabbed it with no excitations. However, getting it had quite a price, she reached close to me as she tried to stab me...

I could defend a couple of her attacks using the knife, however, a couple of deep cuts on my fingers, hands and arms where the price, she almost got my chest with those attacks I have to say.

At that point, I could say that I turned into a holy person because it basically scared the hell out of me, I had the clear thought of "that's it, I'll be dead and there I'll probably have nothing in which I can do".

She cornered me against a locked door, I was trembling and running out of ideas, my heart was beating in a real high rate and my breath was short and fast. I fell into despair as she was walking towards me, playing with the knife as she was demonstrating each and every cut and stab she would deal on my body.

I didn't know what to do... So I called it the last call, I threw the knife on her direction, in hope that she would give some space trying to dodge and open a crack so I could once again escape... I was wrong, it actually got her around her chest... She laughed at me, with a psychopathic look in her eyes... When I saw that knife stuck to her chest, I simply... Lost control of my body, I rushed towards her as I grabbed the knife, thanks to that, she did stab me around my shoulder and going towards my chest.

I took the knife our of her chest and started to stab her countless times, she was still laughing at me, asking me to stab her more with that distorted voice of hers, besides, while she said so, a weird voice started to echo inside my mind, saying only one word repeatedly: "voice, voice, voice" and as much as this word was repeated, more and more aggressively I would stab her and consequently, lose more and more the control over my body, she tried to stab me again, but I stopped her using the knife, I dismembered all of her fingers with my knife, at that point, the echoing voice was so loud that I myself would start to have it out from my own mouth as I would continue to stab her body countless times and dismantle her bit by bit, cutting of every piece of her, from head to toe.

As I finished, that voice was the only thing left, I threw her body in a huge bin, and watched the dead body I've created inside of that bin as her eyes would still be open, staring at me...

Even though internally my breath and my heart beat would be in a really high rate, my body in the scene was calm, cold, just as a murderer who has done it for countless times already and then...

I finally woke up (this time for real). I was still repeating the word "voice" when I was awake, my breath was short, my heart beating fast and my sweat ran cold...

I can't even stand to be really in the dark anymore, or stand nearby a person holding a knife. That dream truly gave me the experience of almost being killed, it freaked me through the whole day I have to say...

I just hope my next dream won't be any similar to this, doesn't even have to be a dream, just something not so traumatising like this, that's all I'm asking my brain, honestly.

Anyways guys, sorry for bringing you my stupid nightmare, I really needed to get it off my chest in some way, and sorry if someone feels scared or offended by it, I tried to warn about the content you know?

Anyways, I'll see you guys anytime soon, bye bye!

[osapippi]

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[dramadainties]

I mean anon, I don't exactly expect everyone to know how to draw a dick (Especially if they don't have one) but also like, when ppl just draw dicks like a strangely smooth protrusion/appendage it -does- make me chuckle a lil bit. Especially since references are not that hard to find.

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[dramadainties]

No one in the NSFW channel knows how to actually draw a penis correctly do they

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[dramadainties]

i went to look for dizzy possum's art and uh... you're not kidding. also, a common mistake most people make is having forward facing vag. this person messed up by doing literal ass cock.

no like fr the only good thing abt the way they draw pussy is its actually between the legs and not on the lower pubic bone.

the dicks on the other hand......

[dramadainties]

I CANT STAND DIZZY POSSUMS ART EITHER... the way they draw pussies is like theyre trying to detach and run away. not to mention the way they draw cum...

on god. why the FUCK do they look like that.

I'm a transguy with no bottom dysphoria, but looking at the way he drew that transguy pussy GIVES ME bottom dysphoria wtfff

[chalametgrayson]

A Essência

Acordei sem saber onde estava, olhei para os lados e vi uma sala luxuosa; não, eu não estava numa sala, era um quarto. Paredes aveludadas, sofás luxuosos e acolchoados em tons de roxo e vermelho, um lustre de velas pomposo e arandelas charmosas aqueciam a atmosfera do local junto com uma lareira que me parecia ser banhada a ouro.

"que lugar estranho"

O chão que eu estava deitado era macio, devia ser um carpete, mas eu ainda estava muito tonto pra levantar e ver onde eu estava repousado. Vozes e passos chegavam mais próximos, mais eu ainda enxergava tudo turvo.

- Mestre?! - uma voz fofa e adocicada surgiu junto com uma silhueta magra e toque gentil.

A pele macia das palmas de sua mão tocaram meu rosto e eu senti um aquecimento no peito, e no meu rosto rubro. Uma outra mão tocava meus pulsos, essa agora maior. mais firme, ainda assim macia. Uma voz mais anasalada e profunda vinha junto na direção do toque forte.

- Acho que ele bateu forte quando caiu! Vamos levar ele pro divã. Está mais próximo que a cama...

- RYAN! Se controle! ele está inconsciente.

Uma das mãos do maior estava no meu punho, mas a outra estava escorregando pelo meu abdômen, descendo para a minha virilha, invadindo a braguilha da minha calça jeans.

Eu ainda estava muito tonto pra entender o que estava acontecendo. Senti meu corpo sendo levado por braços fortes. Parecia que estava voando, não senti como se o corpo que me carregasse estivesse andando, nem ao menos senti passos no chão.

Já no divã, me senti encostado em um corpo menor, mais frágil, mais quente. As mãos macias e gentis de antes me tomaram o rosto como se quisessem sentir minha temperatura. Enquanto as mãos maiores e mais firmes tiravam minhas roupas. Peça por peça. Tênis, meias, calça, cueca, camisa. E assim eu estava nos braços da voz doce, apenas com minha corrente de prata.

- Dante, você acha que devíamos? - A voz anasalada mais rouca questionava a voz doce e suave com as mãos sobre meu corpo. O toque era insano de prazeroso. Cada curva do meu corpo que sentia-o estremecia. Eu apenas gemia e sussurrava sílabas sem sentido.

- Ryan, ele não parece estar bem... acho que precisamos aliviá-lo. E... também...

- E também... precisamos nos alimentar. - Após o maior completar a ideia, eles iniciaram, com uma sincronia de toques, a explorar meu corpo.

Minha mente começou a funcionar e a tontura parou por dois segundos, momento suficiente para eu fixar meus olhos e enxergar os dois seres à minha volta.

Atrás de mim, já que eu estava em seu colo, praticamente, havia um ser com aspecto humano, mas tinha orelhas pontiagudas, dentes caninos afiados e olhos cor de carmim. Não era humano, tinha um ar celestial, eu diria, mas nada de asas. Diferente do que estava a minha frente, brincando e acariciando com muito desejo o meu membro, já em estado de ereção, iniciando com aqueles toques mágicos.

Esse era realmente maior e mais robusto que o outro. Olhar e cabelos meio arroxeados, alguns riscos no rosto, suas unhas tão afiadas quanto os seus dentes, que ele deixava a mostra toda vez que meu membro pulsava de ereção com seu toque.

- Ele está pronto, Mestre. Você está pronto para me alimentar? Eu esperei muito tempo...

Meu ar saia ofegante, e toda tontura que tinha cessado, voltou como um turbilhão. Os lábios quentes do maior abocanharam meu membro quase por inteiro, um espasmo tomou conta de todo meu corpo, e um gemido involuntário despertou o interesse do menor que cuidava de meu rosto. As mãos gentis desceram para meus mamilos, que agora estavam eriçados, e começaram a serem estimulados com movimentos circulares.

-Acho que ele está gostando, Ryan. Vamos, continue. Nosso Mestre gosta assim. - O menor sussurrava em meus ouvidos, aquela voz aveludada, o sopro de sua respiração em meus ouvidos arrepiava minha pele por completo. O toque da língua do maior, que estava brincando com meu membro ereto, era de outro mundo. Eles não paravam de gemer, de dizer como estava gostoso, como minha pele tinha o gosto bom, e de o quanto eles estavam famintos.

Eu não consegui pensar, não consegui agir. estava extasiado de prazer, por seres indescritíveis, mas lindos.

- Por..f... favorr... pare... e.. eu.. eu.. eu v.. v... vo.. vou ... aaah...

Após muitos estímulos por todo meu corpo, eu gozei. Jorrei muito, acabou espalhando por todo estofado do divã, chão e rosto do maior, que me olhava com prazer e satisfação, como se acabasse de fazer a melhor refeição que já tivera.

-Okey, agora é a minha vez...- O menor que estava me estimulando de todas as outras formas, deixou uma de suas mãos brincando com meu mamilo e enfiou os outros dedos em minha boca. Abrindo-a involuntariamente e massageando minha língua.

Em alguns poucos momentos, levava esses mesmos dedos até a própria boca e se satisfazia parcialmente. Até que com gosto de querer mais da comida, me beijou com urgência e brincou com sua língua dentro de minha boca. Os movimentos que ele fazia dentro de minha cavidade bocal eram inimagináveis. parecia que tinham mais de uma pessoa me beijando. Senti minha mente ir a lugares que jamais achei ter existido, sensações que nunca tinha tido antes. E depois de uma mordida dolorida em meus lábios, ele tinha sugado toda a saliva de mim.

-Agora sim, Mestre. Você precisa descansar, mas por favor, volte logo. - O menor falava enquanto limpava meu rosto de suor.

- Nós estamos cada vez com mais fome de você, Mestre!

O maior chegou bem perto de mim e me deu um selinho. Fazendo com que eu fechasse meus olhos e apagasse completamente, de cansaço.