@discardedPasts β #nsfwe
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @markzucc itβs The Middle Of The Night. you Canβt See Anything But You Know Whatβs Happening. The Way Youβre Being Rocked And The Pressure Between Your Stems, The Sickening Noise Of Panting Above You. You Know Whatβs Happening; You Arenβt That Dumb. Itβs The Same Thing Thatβs Been Going On For The Past However-long-itβs-been Since He Got Pissed At You. Sweaty Palms Grip At Your Hips, Nails Digging Into Your Flesh. in All Honesty, Youβd Just Like To Go To Cupe And Not Have To Deal With This Right Now. But, This Isnβt About You. This Is About Pleasing H...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @lunarlupine crunch. bone Gives Way Under Your Hands As They Dig Into The Chest Cavity. Thereβs A Process To This. There Always Is. You Crack The Ribcage Open And Your Claws Grasp The Pusher And Tug. The Blood Is Warm Against Your Skin. fangs Sink Into The Muscle And Tear. As You Swallow, The Hunger Starts To Fade. Finally. youβve Been Hungry For So Long. Why Not Indulge This Time? crunch. your Fangs Are Perfect For This. For Ripping And Tearing And Devouring. For Cracking Bones Like Dry Sticks As You Rend The Flesh From Them. Your Claws, Sharp...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @lejayjay this Memory Is About Kurloz And How He's Conditioned You To Follow His Every Order, You've Basically Given Up Your Own Will For This Man And It Wasn't Willingly. You Have Many Holes In Your Brain Due To Him Constantly Prodding Into It Without Your Consent, You're Basically Nothing But A Loyal Pet To Him And The Sad Thing Is, You Genuinely Don't Mind It! You Do Still Feel Flushed For Him.. You Want To Be There For Him.. You Just Can't Stop Thinking About Him... He's Everything To You. He Is Your Everything. It's Sad That You Enjoy Being Used Like Th...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:ERROR Cold metal against your back. Restraints. Sharp pain. They don't always numb you when they do it. And sometimes, they don't put you to sleep either. They want to look inside. They want you to see. See how they love you. Your bones are a precious ivory. Your blood is a golden ichor. Your heart is healthy, alive, and racing. One of them wishes he were more like you. The other knows that he is exactly like you. Your chest erupts with light and love. The look in their eyes is unlike anything you've ever seen from them. You love it. But it's terrif...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@tiresianThaumaturge You don't remember what happened during your Embrace. You returned to the mortal plane with the vague idea of a violation, and knowledge that you had been granted the power you sought, but nothing more. This memory is as much metaphor as it is literal. These warnings do not describe what explicitly occurred in the memory, but what any sane reader would extrapolate: #csa #sa #nsfw #nsfwe They are included not for your benefit, sorceress. You will keep reading regardless. Your impression of violation is correct. Their tendrils wr...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler βThatβs not true,β you tell yourself. You know the cruelty living in your hands. You hate everything youβve becomeβ the shape of your name, the sound of your own thoughts. So you keep pailing with strangers, keep pretending not to care, while secretly wishing someone had loved you gently enough to stay. You wish you were good. Or at least forgivable. But nothing erases it. Not the pills, not the rope around your neck, not the trembling excuses you whisper to yourself. You think about the things pain taught you to do, and it...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@arachnidGambler You still called them your lover, even though their touch felt like fear back then. You were too young to know that love was never supposed to hurt. Maybe thatβs what happens when your first lessons came from cruelty. You pushed away the people who cared, and hated yourself for it after. Now the smoke, the bottle, the razor on your skin. None of it makes you feel clean. None of it teaches you how to be loved. You wear yourself like a wound, and people flinch when they see you. Not because you are cruel, but because pain learned h...Read more
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@militaristicGeek The intergalactic wars were something every troll eventually faced. You were scared, but your life was empty anyway, so you enlisted. Training was ruthlessβdays blurred together until killing became routine, another mechanical task beneath burning alien skies. Then during a prison transfer, you heard music. It was your best friend, the mutantblood musician, tortured and awaiting execution for what he was. His horns had been cut down, wires buried in his flesh, his smile barely holding together. That night, while the camp slept, you snuck to h...Read more