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babymashroom · 4 months

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candieshound · 2 years

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Debt Payer

Sequel to this.

Tags: Forced prostitution, Rough dub-con, Slight praising, Voyeurism, Degradation, Humiliation.

Characters: Rocco Vanderlyn, DILF Ren Hana.

You're chained to the ground again, you've been in his position over one hundred times, at least, you think so.

A dark burn scar adorns the other scars on your fragile body. The gag in your mouth, one in the shape of a bone, only adds to your shame. And the plugs? You try not to think about them. How they keep both of your holes stretched for the next cock you'll take in them.

Rocco's on the phone, a cigar between his fingers. He told you this customer matters more than everyone else, so you're expected to be extra good this time.

He hangs up the phone, putting out his smoke. "Mi Amore." His voice is deeper than it usually is. He walks over to you, kneeling to take your chain off and attach a leash to your collar. You immediately get on all fours, ready to follow him like the pet you are. He glances down at you, his stare intimidating, enough to put you on edge for what's to come. Enough to keep you in line.

"You know where to sit." He guides you to his car, opening the back door for you. You crawl in, sitting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest. Rocco ties your leash to a hook he designed only for you into his car. You stare at the floor of the car on the drive there.

Anxiety flares up when you arrive at your destination. You wonder who exactly he sold your body to this time. Or how much you'll get paid. Or what acts they'll make you preform. He makes you crawl out of the car and up the stairs of a suburban home's porch.

The house doesn't look like it belongs to someone who knows a Mob boss. It looks like a family home, one that the residents would have BBQ's at. The door to the house opens without anyone needing to alert the homeowner. Your eyes widen at the sight of your new customer.

Mr. Hana.

He looks down at you with a shit-eating grin. "My, My. Hello again!" Rocco hands the leash to him and you can't help but panic. It's the man that sold you off before, and now you're at his mercy, having no choice but to obey and provide, regardless of what you think.

He drags you into the house, your owner following behind. The fox man sits upon the light colored couch, pulling on your leash. Rocco leans against the wall, lighting up another cigar. He shares a glare with Ren, nodding to allow the man to continue. Mr. Hana looks down at you, licking his lips as his hand runs through your hair.

"It's been a while, Dear. Just how well trained are you now~?" He ties your leash tightly around his arm, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unzips, pulling out his already hard cock. "Can you take it all?" You swallow, nodding. He laughs and removes your gag. "I hope I can trust you"

Like a second nature, you stick out your tongue, opening your mouth as wide as possible. His hands grip your head, guiding you to his cock. It's shoved entirely down your throat, a groan leaving the older mans lips. "Grrn.. No gag reflex? Bwahaha, we'll just have to test that." He's quick to fuck himself down your throat, shoving himself in roughly.

He's right, you've been trained to not gag. Trained to pucker your lips and flatten your tongue to please a cock well. To be nothing but a sex doll. Ren growls, claws digging into your scalp as he uses your mouth. He presses your entire head down, keeping your nose against his groin. Anxiety pounds through your veins, you can barely breathe, staring up at him as tears run down your face. He gives a look of false security and comfort.

That's quicky replaced with a sadistic grin. "I've always loved it when they cry~" It only makes you cry harder, whimpering around his cock. The extra wetness of your tears and the vibrations from you makes him groan.

And then he pulls out. So quickly and suddenly you gasp loud, retching. He laughs, patting your head. "Now.. Let's see here.." Untying your leash from his arm, he pulls it roughly, yanking you forward so he can lift you onto the couch. Your top half is forced onto the cushions, he steps behind you, lifting your ass up.

"Plugged..? Mmm, Cute." The praise makes your heart skip a beat. You think you should be angry at him, mad and furious. But you're biting your lip, clenching around your plugs. He holds you tightly, taking one hand to rip out your plug. It nearly makes you scream, burning awfully. He didn't even say anything nor did he poke his fingers around that area carefully.

You wonder what his cock would feel like.. Probably worse. He shuffles behind you, getting into position. No foreplay? Remembering his claws... Yeah. You decide against it. You grip the couch, screaming as he pushes completely in, claws digging into your hips. Ren growls, quickly rutting into you. Tears flow down your cheeks, the word 'stop' heavy on your tongue, yet you know better. You know better..

A hand reaches out to grip your hair. Ren pulls it roughly, tugging you backwards onto him with a shrill cry from your lips.

"You're a stupid painslut, huh?"

The smile curled onto his lips makes you nauseous. To you, he looks like a predator. A sleazy, rabid, sadistic predator. And that's exactly what he is.

He only fucks into you harder, forcing your head back so far you think he's trying to snap your spine.

"Good. I like when they scream."

That's enough for you to break down, crying loudly as you scratch pathetically at the couch. He only mocks you with that husky laugh of his, other hand drawing blood from how hard he's got you.

Rocco only watches stoically from the sidelines, never saying a word to you or Mr. Hana. He's the only thing stopping you from cursing and hitting and kicking and attempting to murder your client. He's like an overbearing authority figure.

Ren's movement is primal, his noises nearly actual barks. He's lost in himself, lost in ruining you. Clawing at your side, making your scalp and hole bleed from just how rough he is. Eventually, you give up. Succumbing to the agony like the stupid 'painslut' you are.

Allowing him to fuck you as he wishes, never stopping until he howls loudly. Filling you with his cum, stretching you with an inflating knot that brings you back to reality. It's too much, way too much, and now you're stuck to him for god knows how long.

"Whoops~"

He laughs, leaning over you. Hands gripping your chest. His breath hot on your ear, wet. He's drooling on you, most likely ready to eat you.

Footsteps make you panic. Rocco.

"Seems you'll be paying extra for this.. fiasco?"

Transactional. You're getting paid for this. How could you forget?

Mr. Hana laughs. "Sure."

It makes you feel better, but at the same time, who knows how much he's paying. Could be 15 dollars. Could be a million. Whatever the case, you're desperate. You need what he can give you.

One of Ren's hands reach up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His pupils dilated, nearly glowing.

"Guess I'll be seeing you more often, then?"

The offer makes you sick, a single tear streaming down your reddened face.

"Y-yes, Sir."

But how could you say no?

#love to death #gorehound #ren hana #tpof #i am mentally unwell and though this was cool okay #boyfriend to death #btd

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throesofincreasingwonder · 3 months

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"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).

Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.

#original post #text post #500 #1k #2k #btw i know my definition of death of the author is loosey goosey here #it wasn't the main point so i went informal with it! as ppl in the tags have pointed out it isn't exact #and i do recommend reading the wikipedia article or similar (possibly even the essay itself if you're narsty) if you want to learn more!#wasn't expecting this to take off so my apologies to my barthes-heads out there #love you mwah #5k #10k #15k #20k

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bethfuller · 2 months

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jibaro.

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#drawing this was crazy #5hrs of pure experimentation #jibaro #alberto mielgo #love death and robots #illustrators on tumblr #illustration #my art #bump #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #digital illustration #sketch #bethfuller

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noknowshame · 1 year

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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

#instant conversation enders for my multiple youth pastor cousins #don’t say it (I’m gonna say it)#The Child is The Price #but i mean come on #as someone who isn't actually even christian the real-life historical version of this is still cursed as fuck #i mean we know that jesus was a person who existed. whatever circumstances he was born in #its terrifyingly ominous to imagine being so unaware of the affect your child will have on the future of humanity #time itself will one day be counted around your birth of him #and all because he will suffer an excruciatingly painful death that you will not be able to prevent #not only that. but regardless of his or your intentions #regardless of whether there is a god #for millenea unfathomable millions will have blood spilled and will spill blood in his name #atrocities will be committed that you cannot even conceive of #and all on his and your behalf #you love your child. its beautiful. but there's horror in what you've done. because everyone else will love him too #and what's more dangerous than that?

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norvicensiandoran · 2 years

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#classic tumblr #ides of march #coming back to the OP to say I love how #almost no one in the notes realizes #this was a QEII death post originally #look at the date y'all

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hansoeii · 7 months

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when 2022 me thought it would be fun to draw stede with a beard and a silly little curled up mustache and start calling him steard for the fun of it

AND NOW IT'S REAL

THEY DID IT

MY CREATION.

IT IS REAL. HOLY FUCK

#HE EVEN HAS THE CURLED UP MOUSTACHE #Im gonna be so annoying about this I'm sorry I'm advance #But I've been waiting for this #I already gave up on ever seeing it #BUT THEY DID IT!!!#AMD HE LOOKS SO HOT #This might be my proudest fandom moment #I love you ofmd team who do I have to kiss on the lips for this #ofmd #our flag means death #my art #Ofmd 2 #Our flag means death 2

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nova-rpv · 3 months

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death leech shadoo.....

design by @galaxylover06

#SPREADING THE DEATH LEECH SHADOW AGENDA 🙏🙏🙏#look at himm hes so #im not doing him any justice w these ugly ass doodles #im gonna paint him better another time i promiisseee #who am i kidding ofc im gonna do it ill draw him until i die #robby youre a genius i love ur boy #sth #sonic fanart #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #gerald robotnik #FIRST GERALD DOODLE ON THIS BLOG LETS GOO #nov.aart #nov.oodles

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why-animals-do-the-thing · 1 month

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The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.

He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.

He was poisoned.

He was sick.

He was suffering.

"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.

"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain. No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."

The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.

Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.

Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.

But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.

#flaco #tw animal death #tw animal sickness #better dead than fed is a horrific mindset #zoo animal welfare #screenshot feat the WCS's inability to remember to remove their editorial template from highly sensitive press releases round 2 #colored text #people who loved the ideal of him more than the reality of him #congrats #you killed this owl #I'm still so mad that people who wanted him to stay loose got all sorts of media attention for the elegies they wrote when he died

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yurioutofcontext · 9 months

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Love/Death by Kuzushiro

#yuri out of context #yuri #love/death #girls' love

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plaguedbyvisions · 1 year

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there’s just something about the weight of a hammer in your hand. feels so right

#rambles #this is a dyke post btw #everyone tagging this as fandom shit get off the computer and go build something okay <33 #peace and love #those of you making it about wanting to bludgeon someone to death are fine tho

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babymashroom · 4 months

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#art gallery #aesthetic #art #love is blind #lovers #love me again #dream high #forever love #you are my heart #love to death #the art of hand holding #art of love #artists on tumblr

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candieshound · 2 years

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Okay, but for real, sneak peek of shipping two dead necrophiles

Yuimori belongs to my boyfriend @cherryflavoredblood

The freckled man cried loudly, banging his fists on the rotten dirt beneath him. "I can't do it anymore I can't!"

Lawrence stands completely still, unsure of how to process the other persons emotions. He's terrified of causing further problems, terrified of causing pain to someone on purpose. He attempts to breathe, try to catch his breath before finally offering words.

"Let me help you.."

#this is gay so gay and i love them together #love to death #lawrence oleander #yuimori

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mwagneto · 6 months

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