#snuff tw

[knotnoose]

No, like, drag me into a forest and cum on my unconcious body.

[ashes2caches]

transfem who acquired regenerative immortality purely so that she could play out her most violent kink fantasies without actually dying (or at least without staying dead)

[necro-fil3]

I think that traumatizing psychological experiments should become a thing again. We should also be allowed to participate in experimental surgeries for fun. No anesthetic. No numbing the pain. Just seeing a "Medically Licensed" doctor cut you open and mess with your insides as you're strapped to the table so tight that you can't move an inch.

[osamucide]

NSFW—MDNI; please read tags before proceeding

anyway tonight’s thoughts include sadist!Akutagawa who loves seeing you squirm when you don’t know what he’s going to do or say next.

sadist!Akutagawa who promises to be gentle, not to cut you—only to ‘accidentally’ leave beads of blood pooling in shallow cuts on the delicate skin over your jugular.

sadist!Akutagawa who keeps his boot on the side of your face while he binds your wrists behind your back. he says if you resist, he’ll crack your skull wider and wider with his heel until your brain is pouring out of your mouth.

sadist!Akutagawa who grips your throat with both hands and grins wildly when your fingers fly up, trying and failing to wrench him off after he says, “I could snap your fucking neck like this.”

sadist!Akutagawa who drapes you across his lap and spanks you, cuts you, whips you until you’re limp and sobbing. he always takes your squirming as a challenge. he says he’s not done with you until your ass is red, bloody, and bruised—until he’s sure you’ll be unable to walk or sit comfortably—only lay down, so that you’ll always be ready for him like his perfect little 24/7 painslut should. <3

[ihfmseatsoch]

Hiiii this is Jimmy rape anon again!!!! Your fic was so good and super duper cathartic sooooo X333 Waiter, more Jimmy torture please!!!!!

Can I please get a red room type situation where the reader streams snuff porn of Jimmy after he tries and fails in drugging and taking advantage of them? Or if snuff is too far for you, maybe just in general ruining of his life? Super sorry if this is too weird, I respect your boundaries and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!!!

-🥩

I ❤️ SNUFF 😁 smiles sweetly

genre: smut, dark fic

gender neutral reader, genitalia isn't described

word count: 2.2k

warnings/content: dead dove, attempted rape, actual rape, kidnapping, drugging, snuff, jimmy dies 🥳🎉

(>_< this is my first time writing smth like this #sorry if its dumb. bleh)

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Nights like this were routine for Jimmy; go to a bar, chat up someone that looked the most deprived of their father's affection, roofie them, and take 'em home. Not like anyone would miss a dumb whore in the first place, so it's all guilt free.

Everything was going smoothly with you, although it was frustrating how you kept your hand protectively over your drink the entire time. You also don't seem particularly interested in his advances, so drugging you unconscious was the only course of action. Problem was, the opportunity never arose.

His impatience began to grow. He was not used to being denied what he wanted, and he started to feel irritated by your resistance. You were certainly a difficult target.

Losing interest, his focus diverted away from you, scoping out anyone else that looked drunk enough to make his goal an easy feat. He takes a sip of his drink, grimacing at how it tasted unusually bitter, the flavor lingering unpleasantly on his tongue. Jim dismissed it as a minor quirk. He's just imagining things, the bartender must've made it wrong.

Deep down, an uneasy feeling nagged at him, an inexplicable sense of foreboding settling in his mind.

He doesn't remember anything before everything went black.

When he regains consciousness, he can hear the muffled sound of someone speaking, and through his unfocused, bleary vision, he can see a blinding light pointing directly at him. It takes him a moment to completely get a grip on reality.

Jimmy can tell he's on the floor, but the texture underneath him is similar to... a tarp? He can recognize a camera stand only a couple feet away from him, once his dizziness alleviates.

"Oh, good. He's waking up." He hears an... oddly familiar voice coming from nearby.

Jimmy attempted to move, but all of his limbs felt sluggish and slow. He quickly realized his wrists and ankles were bound together with thick rope that dug painfully into his skin.

"What... the fuck?" Jim manages to groggily mumble, panic washing over him.

"Say hi... um, whatever your name is. I forgot. Probably unremarkable, anyway. I mean... who would care to learn the name of a pig bred for slaughter?" The figure in front of him snickers at their own sentence. A chilling sense of recognition dawns on him.

You.

"Fuck." Is the most fitting word he could utter between his teeth to describe the horror gripping his chest in this moment. "What...– What did you do to me, you psychotic, fucking–" Jim spat, his words still slightly slurred from the lingering effects of the drug.

"Language." You scold, reprimanding him like a child. "I've already heard every insult you could throw at me. Honestly, men like you need to get more original."

He notices a USB cord connecting the camera to a laptop, the screen displaying what looks to be... a live chat, and his body, sprawled pathetically on the ground.

He was being filmed, streamed to a live audience. If he was close enough to read the chat, he'd be met with thousands of people egging you on to make him suffer, using every method in the book.

"Everyone's been so eager to see me butcher another piece of meat. You should be flattered that I chose you. You're gonna be a star." Your tone is eerily giddy.

"Flattered" was most certainly not the word he would have chosen to describe this predicament. "What... What do you want from me?" Jim sounded weaker this time, the fear finally starting to seep into his voice.

"It's not what I want from you, silly. This is about what I can do to you." Your clarification isn't any less threatening. "You tried your hardest to hurt me first, and usually I commend perseverance. But... being so committed to assaulting an innocent person... that's not worthy of praise. Punishment sounds more like what you deserve."

This is not happening. This cannot be real.

"H– Hey, okay, listen. I made a mistake." Jimmy stammers, trying to come up with anything to stall for time. Anything to throw you off. Anything to keep him alive. "Just let me go, I won't breathe a word of this, I swear to god–"

"God? God won't save you. You're not worth it. I don't know how many victims you've gotten your greedy hands on, but even one is more than enough for the death penalty. In my humble opinion." Kneeling on the ground beside him, you grab his face, forcefully turning it to make eye contact with the camera. "You're a pretty boy. Shame you turned out this way."

"Please– Just let me go. I– I'll give you cash, I got money." He pleaded, struggling against the restraints around his limbs. "I'll give you everything. I'll do anything, j–just–" He swallowed, his words faltering under the weight of his desperation.

"Money?" You laugh, like it's the most hilarious thing you've ever heard, and it very well may be. "Aww, you're cute. But no, I don't want your hush money." You position yourself above him, groping his hips, feeling his body up as if you're inspecting an animal.

"Don't–" His body tensed the moment you made contact with him, and he tried desperately to jerk his body forward to get away from your touch, but, well... you can't exactly do much without hands or legs, can you? "–Dont f– fucking touch me!" Jimmy cried out in vain.

"What gives you the right to beg, when the people you've hurt couldn't?" You roll your eyes at his whining. Men like him are always such crybabies.

"Hmm... should we do a poll, chat? Duct tape over his mouth, or no?" You type away on your keyboard, speaking casually to your deranged audience like nothing about this is remotely insane.

His heart thrummed against his ribcage, a cold sweat causing his clothes to uncomfortably stick to his body. "Wait– No! No, you c���can't–! People will look for me, y–you can't j–just–" Every word he speaks ia now filled to the brim with panic and dread, lacking their usual sharpness.

"No one is coming to help you."

You respond plainly. And truthfully, you aren't wrong. Jimmy knows he only has one friend in this entire world, and zero family that ever gave a fuck about him. There's no doubt that Curly would indeed search for him, but the police are useless. He'd file a missing persons report and the case would go cold in a month.

"I've known guys like you my whole life. So which one is it; Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Both? Either way, your parents obviously didn't care enough about you to raise you right. So family is out of the question."

That last sentence got through to him, hitting too close to home. "Shut up," Jimmy's face contorts with anger, "You don't know anything about me, you–" He growled, a weak attempt to hide the shame he felt deep down. He hated how clearly you saw through him. He was truly alone, and it stung.

"I know enough," You reply, without even a hint of emotion. In fact, you were infuriatingly nonchalant. "It's always the same story. Mom and dad fucked you up, so now you're bitter and old, taking any chance you can get to make people feel the same misery you have inside you."

Jimmy winced when you so ruthlessly pointed out the truth he always tried so hard to deny. He wanted to fight back, but what could he say? He was at your complete mercy, literally. So he stayed quiet, his body trembling in your grasp.

You study something closely on your screen, something he can't see, which makes him all the more nervous. "Duct tape it is." You nod to yourself, grabbing the roll you conveniently placed beside you, like you were prepared for this. To silence him. You're not gentle with it, either. You wrap the tape carelessly around his head, the material sticking to his hair and mouth, secured tightly in place.

A muffled protest comes from behind the tape, but it's just as pitiful as his pleading earlier. Your fingers loop around the hem of his jeans, tugging them down roughly. It's honestly a bit more of a struggle than you'd hoped for, with his squirming, plus the rough material not going down smoothly without a fight.

"Don't you think it's stupid to fight back at this point?" You huff, wiping sweat from your forehead when you finally get his pants down to his mid-thigh. "Like, come on. This is the end for you, and you know it. At least you'll be entertaining to watch..."

Dread. That's all he can feel right now. Pure, nauseating dread. Jimmy feels like he's been punched in the gut, struggling to keep the contents of his stomach from rushing to his esophagus. His adams apple bobs as he swallows down the painful, choked up sensation in his throat. He doesn't want to cry. He can't give up his pride just yet.

Jimmy's stubbornness doesn't last long when you yank his underwear down, his soft dick laying limp on his stomach. You straddled his hips, grasping his shaft agonizingly tight, making him involuntarily let out a panic stricken whimper. No one has ever touched him like this, in a way that made his entire body feel violated. He could sit in the shower for the rest of his life, and never wash off the filth.

Jim attempts, once again, to plead for mercy, his brown eyes glazing over with fresh tears.

He's thankful he can't see your face anymore.

You can't make out what he's trying to say, but it's not like you're all too interested to find out, anyway. He feels you shift on top of him, reaching over to grab something off a nearby table. As soon as the cold, metallic barrel of your handgun presses against the pulse point on his neck, his body stiffens, his cries halting altogether.

"That's right. You just stay nice and still." You mutter, maintaining that same calm demeanor you've had since you brought him here, sealing his fate. You've done this before, it's obvious.

It's terrifying.

You keep the gun against his throat as you slip him inside of your hole, albeit with some struggle of course, because he's not hard in the slightest. Jimmy's chest heaves, and he's sure he could vomit at any second. Everything about this makes him feel sick. He's trembling so hard, lightheaded from hyperventilating.

He wishes he would just pass out so he didn't have to feel you use his dick like a toy. Every time you sink back down onto him, it makes him physically recoil, cringing with every muscle in his body. It feels so... wrong. Depraved in a way that's too monstrous, even for him. Which is hypocritial of him to think, honestly. He's put, what, dozens of people in this exact position?

His senses are completely overwhelmed, and he's unable to let out the buildup emotions in a way that isn't letting tears flow freely down his cheeks, out of the fear that if he makes a single noise or complaint, you'd kill him early and continue desecrating his corpse, whilst every single person witnessing his final moments cheers you on.

"At least I'm getting some use out of you," You pant above him, getting off on his sobs, and his palpable, unadulterated fear. "You can be proud knowing you actually made someone cum before you died. I doubt you ever have before."

His eyes anxiously follow the gun as you move it to press it against his forehead. "I wonder where I should shoot you," You hum, deep in genuine contemplation, "I think everyone would like to see your brain splattered all over the wall. Or, I could shoot you right in the heart," You prod the barrel against his chest, "And watch you panic when you feel it stop."

Jimmy wanted to ask you to make it quick. Honestly, he's relieved he'll die when this is over. At least he wont remember a single thing about his fucked up existence when he's unconscious and rotting wherever you throw his corpse. At least he wont remember how he felt in this moment. It's a little comforting to let his mind wander elsewhere, thinking of how blissfully numb he'll be when you end his life.

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through your body, and if you're being honest, his cock is big, even if it's flaccid inside you. What a shame that it'll go to waste soon. "None of this would be happening if you were a decent man. Isn't that funny?"

No, it isn't.

When you finally cum, he doesn't even have the strength left to be scared anymore. After years of longing for death, his prayers have been answered. It's not the most graceful way to go, but then again, he never expected his last moments to be peaceful.

You grip his hair, roughly twisting his head to look into the camera lense. Surprisingly, even to himself, he doesn't fight back.

"I don't know where you're going, but I hope it's worse than hell." You cock the gun, pressing the barrel to his temple.

The last thing he hears is a deafening gunshot that bursts his eardrum.

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[yellowlikelemons]

I love you strangers sending me snuff fantasies on the internet

[acidiccunt]

just thought abt him calling me his lil snuff princess n now im dizzyyyyy

[ashes2caches]

anxiety ridden girl who thinks that all her friends secretly hate her x friend group made of megalomaniacal transfems that all genuinely want to snuff her

[necro-fil3]

Nearly panting over the idea of kicking someone in the ribs till they cough up blood

[kannigorelover]

Just imagining him making me drag a blade or scissors down and along my thighs on call while I use a vibrator… cutting and scratching his initials into my skin..

Him saying things like; “good job baby…” “cmon you can cut deeper than that…” “aht aht aht, not too deep now we don’t wanna bleed too much, we don’t want stitches now do we?” “Fuck~ baby boy you Sound so good for daddy, don’t you?” “That’s it princess, good job, I’m very proud of you”

As he uses what ever he likes to pleasure himself… hearing him moan and growl…

Imagining him fucking me while I use a dildo on myself…. Choking myself imagining it’s his hand instead of my own,,,

Me saying things like; “yes daddy, I’ll cut as much as you want me too” “oh but daddy the pain feels too good!” “Yes sir, I’m a good boy,,”

Fuck I need him so bad I need him to hurt me so bad, to choke me out while he fucks me then when I come to and he’s still fucking me, the only reason he woke me is because he started to use a vibrator to make me scream

God I love him so much and I need him,,, BAD.

[verdantwyrm]

I think u already see this post and many people mentioned mouthwashing underneath the notes https://www.tumblr.com/nat-20s/767291933872799744/anyway-theres-lot-of-places-for-these-stories?source=share

Oh yes absolutely, as a woman myself (I say through a fake smile) It is rather exhausting seeing who we are being reduced to one note Virgin Marys with bleeding hearts, scorned mothers or wounded victims of assault that will never recover, never love or never will have sex again. I do think Mouthwashing does an excellent job of telling the story of a rape victim, but how other people treat her beyond that, it's almost impossible to even have a character like Anya or even Angela from Silent Hill 2 without people stripping them and violating what their character is and instead of focusing on what they represent, a victim.

We need more horror games, movies and stories with characters that aren't just a plot point of rape or assault. There are some serious fucked up stuff when it comes to men who make horror movies or shows and have all of the women in it die horribly or gruesomely for no purpose other than displaying cruel and senseless violence towards a woman. Have you ever noticed how the women in every horror film always die first and are always the most torturous ways ever? That is some serious snuff film border lining and it is very much so done intentionally to prop up men's weird obsessions with hurting or killing us. Horror often focuses on violation and loss of autonomy, and the only way a lot of people can comprehend this for women is through sexual violence or loss of the family.

Women are also never active participants in their own horror, everything has to be pushed forward or solved by the man in some way. Just like how Mia Winters in RE7 is allowed some agency after Ethan rescues her, but in RE8 she is reduced to nothing but a desperate, captured mother who can't do anything but wait for a man to save her.

This is just as evident in games as it is in movies and the sudden influx of women who are rape victims or scorned mothers or some sort of horror surrounding pregnancy is because men are becoming too comfortable being the ones in control of narratives where women are tortured, grieving, mourning or are vulnerable and assaulted because of it. I'm not saying that we cannot have this in horror, when it is executed properly it is very, very good.

But most of the time it isn't executed properly, and certainly not made with the best intentions in mind. Some modern works have started to step away from this and I've seen some really cool explorations of different types of violation that recognise the subject as an actual, entire person and not just as a mother, but the problem still persists regardless.

[possumshaped]

snuffbait possumgirl who delights in making sure you can never fully tell if she’s playing or not. every stillness is a bit longer, a bit more absolute, every red smear on the bed a bit more dread-dawningly large, until she pops right back up and peppers you with kisses and thanks you for giving her such a good scene.

[kann1bal1st1c-vvh0r3yummyyummy]

Heyo lovelies♡!

I have a question for other gore/snuff/cannibalism blogs and other blogs alike!

“How are you doing today? ♡”

I know it’s a dumb af question (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

but I personally use my account for venting intrusive thoughts and expressing fantasies without doing any harm to myself or others! Yes, it’s good to get away from it all but at the same time it’s also good to remember doing stuff to yourself or others in real life can be devastating! (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

And I just wanna check up on all of my friends! (That’s if you wanna be friends ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა)

So remember, my fellow gore/snuff/cannibalism lovers/fetish havers ♡, stay safe, if you feel comfortable to you can vent in the notes, no pressure tho, I can’t force you and I don’t want to force you! Let’s all be kind to one another! We’re lil bit like a community in that aspect! Yk? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Have an awesome day my friends! Kanni signing out for now! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

(Edit to explain the tags; Just wanna add this, I am not a proshipper, I am a compshipper and light darkshipper, I just wanna check up on the communities that don’t get checked up on)

[bloodglazedlips]

my bloody valentine (1981)

[yellowlikelemons]

You ever feel like you need a Dom/me to lobotomize you so you'll be a sweet and perfect dog?

[fandomgingerfox]

‘Homemade snuff film’

Context: the person on screen is Bella the wolf. Bella is a gacha tiktoker who makes ragebait on Christians, Muslims and god. Fucking God! She also made videos of her killing soldiers and disrespecting technoblade after his death. (I’m surprised she didn’t die from cancer) anyways she’s a terrible person and doesn’t deserve any sympathy and support.