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@w0rmyteeth
Doe is all mine mine mine, I can’t wait to put a blade on you
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE
❤️❤️❤️🥩🥩🥩🦴🦴🦴
who wanna cut my throat open?
i love limbless torsos <3
The only thing that should penetrate me is a knife in my stomach
Vision Wall
Ugh, every time I read others posts about para or kink are always so sexual. Sex is always centered.
But I don’t care about it. I don’t have the need to be penetrated or viceversa.
I crave a sick twisted connection that goes beyond sex
I just want someone I can cut, and they can cut me, I want to see our blood mix together, taste it, drinking so a part of them will be with me. Will be connected.
To them to ruin and mark this body with bruises and scars.
Oh, how I would love to see them covered in my blood.
The trust I put in them: knowing they will not kill me, even if they could. And even so it’s fucking exciting that they could lose control at any moment and do it.
I need them to preserve my corpse, cause I’m theirs and they don’t want to just bury my corpse, abandoning me, leaving me alone and afraid. Even after death they want me to feel the warm of their affection.