Drugged Killer

Hear me out

Hold me back

Hear me out

Clicker trains you but with an empty revolver

I'm going to fucking throw up he's dead

Walking through the woods with him then suddenly shoving him against a tree and aggressively making out with him. He’d be so distracted he wouldn’t notice me pulling my knife out. He’d gasp and lurch forward as I stab him in the chest, looking down at where the blade disappears inside of him. I’d gently tilt his chin up to look at me, running my thumb over his bottom lip as he begins to cough up blood. His eyes would be blown with shock and betrayal as he looks up at me, his trembling hands desperately gripping my shirt. I’d lean in and continue kissing him, feeling his lips instinctively move against mine even as he bleeds to death. And when he goes limp, I’d take him in my arms and gently lay him on the forest floor. I’d take his shirt off and run my hand along his blood-drenched torso, moving down until I feel the bulge of his dick through his jeans. He’d still be semi-hard, his body desperate for me even in death. I’d lay down next to him, flipping him on his side and spooning him while tugging his jeans down just enough, then I’d fuck him with a passion I never had when he was alive.

Oops my finger slipped lol

Teaming up with someone, going out to a bar and finding a young, naive-looking pretty boy to seduce. We’d buy him plenty of drinks to get him nice and drunk, take him back to our place, fuck him, strangle him to death, and fuck his dead body together. Sounds like a perfect night.

thinking about beating someone. god imagine the sounds theyd make. the screaming, whimpering, the fucking begging. beating their legs with a bat until theyre shattered, stomping their face in until they stop moving. either theyre dead or unconscious, either way im having fun with their body after.