#horror k!nk

[n0stalgicv0id]

[sludgevomit]

C’mon doll. You know I love you. I can’t help but to hurt you. It’s how I show my love. You’re just so weak and insecure. It makes me love you more. I want to corrupt you. You know you want that too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t look at me with trust. You want to be broken and corrupted. You want me to hurt and assault you. You want the comfort of your old life ripped away.

[muraseclinic]

“i’m gonna hold my toy after i break it” blahblahblah

what about a toy holding YOU after you break it .ᐣ like what if i just want to absolutely ruin the thing, have it bleeding and shaking and crying, and it wants to hold me .ᐣ it just wants to be close to me and spoon me and hold me and push its face in my neck and it wants to pretend i love like how a person loves a person and not how an owner loves its dog.

[puppyboyblood]

holding a knife to his throat and jerking him off to horror movies

[myperfectvictim]

Heavily haunted by the intimacy of stabbing. Plunging the knife into your stomach. Your hands gripping my shoulders. The rest of your body stilling from shock, your mouth open as you struggle to breathe. Every microscopic twitch leaves your abdomen a fiery agony. And all you can do is look up at me, your petrified eyes silently begging for a mercy you won’t receive. Before I rip the blade out, sending your limp frame to the ground. Where I tower over you, calm and focused, watching it all fade to black.

[secretfreakyblog]

i need to be fucked like a dumb slut from a horror movie, knife to my throat and everything

[floofy-astral-tail]

something about being pumped full of ooze. or ichor. something you can't identify but it's being fucked into you with a purpose. perhaps not a purpose your mind could even comprehend and maybe that makes it even hotter. you have no idea what this will do to you but you want it so desperately because it feels so fucking good and right and your frail human body craves nothing more than to be used and broken. molded by whatever is flooding your insides right now. it's getting everywhere, places you didnt think anything could get to, places it *shouldnt* be able to get to, places you didnt even know you had. it's everywhere now and it feels so fucking perfect.

[tgirlwerewolfsis]

You’ve wandered into my woods, out collecting mushrooms or rocks. Chasing material gain that wasn’t worth it in the end. You’re walking, walking, walking, the leaves crunch under your footsteps. The fresh, cold smell of the nighttime forest air surrounds you, listening to nothing but the eerie ambience provided… you are refreshed, motivated, but you don’t feel safe.

You start to notice little things on the trails and paths you follow. Scratches in the trunks of the trees, footprints that look like those of a large dog… a very large dog. Strange.

Soon you are completely out of sunlight, engulfed in darkness without a plan. You’re thirsty and cold, and you’re cursing yourself for your lack of preparation. You hold out your lantern and continue to walk forward, hoping you will find what you need. But for some reason, that doesn’t seem like a priority anymore.

You hear a tree branch crack… but it could have just fallen. Branches do that, right? It’s a part of nature. You think you hear rustling leaves, footsteps that aren’t yours, but every time you stop walking… you hear nothing. Yet the sound doesn’t quite seem to line up with your rhythm. Surely you aren’t being followed, there’s no humans out here.

Despite your willingness to press on, you are nervous. You are on edge, and every slight sound you don’t perceive as yours causes an anxious stop. And that’s when you notice… there are definitely footsteps rustling behind you, and they are closer. Closer than you thought possible. Your fear instinct kicks in, you feel adrenaline kicking in from your back as you bolt forward. Even if this thing is nice, you don’t want to be a part of it right now.

Wrong choice.

The small footsteps turn into trampling beats on the ground. Whatever this thing is, it’s fast and it’s heavy, not human. And it is gaining on you quickly. You start to panic, looking around for a hiding place, a tree to climb, but that thought is interrupted.

Interrupted by me.

I lunge at you from afar and tackle you to the ground. You feel my fur against your skin and clothes, suffocating you and making you itch as you collide hard with the ground. I could have hurt you much worse, but I break your fall with my arms. You don’t get much time to process, or think what to do besides scream which is quickly muffled by my hand. You feel my claws poking against your cheek and neck, and the reality of your fate starts to set in. You’ve entered a werewolves territory.

I mount your hips, keeping you in place with my own crushing weight on top of you. I hold your head down with one hand, pressing your forehead with my palm and wrapping my claws around your skull. You squirm, shiver, and whine, and darling, all I do is laugh. I grind my hips back and forth on you, much heavier than you’ve ever felt before, and I laugh sadistically at the fate that’s befallen you as you stare down at my pulsing knot.

You never saw human civilization again.

[gagsxandxgore]

Cut me, fuck me, love dump me.

(Please.)

[sludgevomit]

I want to hear you whimper and cry as my leather boot keeps your head to the ground. The ridges and grooves imprinting on your cheek and temple. The scream you let out as I pretend to stomp your face in. Raising my foot and slamming it onto the ground, barely missing your skull.

[muraseclinic]

dehumanization is nice and all, but sometimes i want to remind you just how human you really are. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

i don’t want you to slip into that dissociative haze, the one that makes you so malleable and docile, and makes it easier to weather all the cruel treatment i dish out. that’s cheating (｡•́︿•̀���) because it’s easier to get off on being mutilated by my blade, to get off on being used by me, when you believe you’re an object made for it. a vessel devoid of independent will, stripped of all autonomy .ᐟ.ᐟ

i want you to be aware the entire time. to feel the hurt. i don’t want you to think you’re an object made for this, i want you to know that you biologically aren’t. that you had opportunities to live a good life, privilege, but this is what you get. i want you to feel every last ounce of your humanity crushing down on you, to deny you the solace of detachment, i want you to be consumed by the very thing you tried to forget. you need to think for yourself, and drown in your thoughts, and beg me to take that humanity away.

the way patients in pain crave death, i want you to crave being seen as less than. to beg to be treated like an animal, a ‘thing’ because it’s easier than this. and i still won’t give you that respite. a cycle of dehumanization and rehumanization that fluctuate on how i feel. ♱

[ftmfaagboi]

i’m watching halloween and god i wanna be chased down by a masked man and used like a toy

[secretfreakyblog]

taking a nice 1am walk, all alone, with nothing on under my shirt or skirt, if someone were to find and take me that sure would be embarrassing wouldnt it?

[coldbloodedcaptor]

If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to earn it. You’re going to have to hurt yourself for me, degrade yourself, show me what a disgusting bitch you can be, and then maybe I’ll let you have my cock in your pathetic holes

[puppyy-g1rll]

Getting high, watching a horror movie and then getting forcefully and brutally fucked would be so nice rn>///<

[tgirlwerewolfsis]

The audacity for you to be in my territory… and not only are you not LOST, but you are actually looking for me? Trying to kill me or my pack. One and the same really.

Your armored gear, your silver knife and gun, with matching bullets no doubt. What do you think that little butter knife will do against a girl like me? You think you’ll get the chance to use your gun? How infuriatingly naive.

You think you’re moving so quietly… that you haven’t encountered me yet. That I’m not stalking you. I pity you humans and your lack of hearing. And above all, you most certainly should not have come here alone. What were you thinking, little Hunter?

All I had to do was watch and wait. It wasn’t long before you tried to quietly fetch something from your backpack, and that was a vulnerable enough position for me. In that moment, everything changed. All of that fear, that training and preparation, that effort you sank into this venture… ceased to matter. Dumb hunter.

I’m taking you back to my pack.