hypno/mindbreak is soo hot
your enemy tying you up with a vibe right on your clit and headphones that play her moans, plus a screen playing a spiral with words like "horny" "dumb" "submit" "aroused" "nympho" flashing. she puts the vibrator on high before leaving you there for hours, making a mess of your panties like a good girl and having your brain turned to mush.
your producer girlfriend being sweet enough to make a beat just for you, a simple song that you listen to because it reminds you of her. little do you know, she layered a hypno file under the song and every time you listen, you get a little dumber. you listen to it constantly, all the time until you're just a mindless, stupid whore for your mommy.
lastly, your best friend helping you through a breakup, she stays over a lot and comforts you all the time while helping you recover from your depressive episode. one day, she turns on the tv and tells you to look at the screen. you're confused because it's just spirals, but eventually you realize you just can't look away... you don't wanna, you feel sooo good and your underwear is soaked. your best friend comes up behind you and starts touching you all over, but you don't stop her. "doesn't this just feel so good, angel? doesn't it feel good to just get dumber and dumber?" she whispers. "yes mistress!" your whiny voice replies.
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Your vampire lover has vastly heightened senses, and can smell it on your skin when you’ve been touching yourself. On your next, moonlit meeting, your hand is gently raised to smiling lips, eyes flash red and your fingers are caressed by a seeking tongue.
“Did you at least think of me?”
“Always,” you answer, breathless; kindling again.
“Always…”
The eternity of the word echoes in those red eyes before the sharp prick of teeth, and the tunnelling of the world down to a pinpoint.
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I'm crocheting lately...
Sorry that I've been inactive lately, I've been practicing my crochet. Here is a microorganism pucci and jonabear I made (ref under the cut).
Please don't ask me for patterns these were both freehanded sorry 🙏
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The room, a reflection, a desperate place,
Holding secrets of his relentless chase.
Amidst the chaos, a figure in despair,
A private sentinel in a rich man's snare.
His hands, a tale of deeds untold,
In this crowded world, his sorrows unfold.
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The Ripper kills in sounders of three or four, in quick order. Do you know why? I know why.
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"I can feel you staring sweetheart.."
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