Run, Baby, Run.

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NSFW | MDNI | 18+ Gore, violence, murder, CNC content | CW Asks Open | DM’s Closed Loving you roughly; Killing you softly

The Debauchery Team: 🥀, 🫀, 📼, 🌸, ❤️‍🩹, 🧸, 🥩, 🪽, ♠️, 🐰, ʕ•̫͡•, 🩶, 🍦, 🦊, 🦇, 🎬, 🐍, 🎀, 🗝️, 👠, 🌞, 🫁, 🌺, 😇, 🍓, 🩸, 🌙, 🦋, 🐇, 🦢, 💖, 🪷, 🪴, 👹, 🖤 , 🚬, 🌷, 🔪, 🌌, 🔥, 🦷, 💀, 🕊️, 🐜, 🫠, 🌱, 🎱, 🏴‍☠️, 💌, 🐺, 🐈‍⬛, 🐶, 🧜🏻‍♀️, 👽, 🪐, 💋, 🍄, ✨, 💄, 💊, 💎, 🪲, 🦂, ⭐️, 🪶, 🪢, 🧝🏼‍♀️, 🧟‍♀️, 🦽, 🩷, 🪱, 🌯, 👻, 💉, 👸🏻, ☆, 🎠, 🪼, ⚡️, ⚰️, 🥔, 🎨, 🧚🏼‍♀️, ❄️, 🧁, 🐈, 💦, 🧛🏻, 🎭, 😵‍💫, 🌑, 🛍️, 🌝, 🐝, 🐑, 🍀, 🍋, 💫, 🔓, 🫧, 👑, 🍒, 🐙, ⚙️, 🍬, 🎴, 🍜, 🌹, 🌻, 🪦, 🕸️, 🦌, 🕷️, 🧷, 💟. 🦴, 🐌, ☯️, 🧈, 🏩, 🖇, 🤍, 🍰, 🩰, 🐦‍⬛, 💝, 🍁, 🐝, 🌑, 🎃, 🧞‍♀️, 👾, 🐼, 🌠, ♟️, 🍯, ☮️, ☄️, 👁️, 🍺, 🐕, 🌼, 🪩, ✝️, 🪻, 😺, 🍪, 🍡, 🍼, 🦌, 🦬, 🗓️, 😈, 🧂, ⛑️, 🐏, 🌊, 🐣, 🧪, 🐛, 🥨, 🐅, 🐾, 🪸, ⚖️, 🦎, 🧊, 🤫, 🎧, ⛸️, ☀️, 💬, ☕️, 📖, 🌊, 🪝, 🔮, 🐊, 🌈, 🌘, 🫦, 🐚, 🌟, 🪶, 🐀, 🌧️, 🧚🏼‍♀️, 🍭, 😽, ♦️, 🤓, 🦖, ♈️, 🍣, 🦦, 🍩, 🥩, 🌿, 🩹, 📜, 🐞, ⚔️, 🧨, 🥺, 🪡, 🫜, 🌀, 🌓, 🎤, 🎎, 💜, 💥, 🩻,

Backup account:

“I know that your tolerance has exceeded such a simple intoxication. Don’t lie to me, angel— you can handle this.”

“Stop thrashing, sweetheart— I need to line this needle. I know, honey— I know. Just breathe for me.”

“I know that your head is filling with pressure, and your body— it’s heating up from the injection. I know how to make it stop, do you want it to stop?”

You oscillate your head, silently begging for relief— to which I remove your underwear. The concoction of opium floods your little brain, your body growing increasingly numb. A numbness that quickly dissipates, as I push myself deep into you.

Your legs shake on either side of my groin, as your tiny hands push on my thighs— failing to escape the gut-wrenching penetration. Your eyes begin to roll, while your limbs give beneath me— a shock of terror washing your face, before you slowly sink into the mattress.

“There you go,” as I push your arching belly into the bed.

You know that you are fucked. That your weakened state only worsens, as I grow harder to fight. You’re restless, yet every jolt of energy reduces your strength to a clotted reality.

- 🌀

My love, I believe that only the best should be used for my angels. I’d never think to use an ugly or rusted blade for such beautiful porcelain-glossed skin.

If you’re up for it, send me some photos of your favorite knives. I’d like to see the beauty in which I’ll destroy you.

My perfect spiral, only the perfect blade should ever graze your sculpted flesh.

Show me, darling. I want to see the darkness within that flawless little mind. The blades that you desire my name be carved with like an oath within scripture.

I can create a new server for us, of course. I haven’t had the chance to do so— though I want to jump back into our family discussions as soon as possible.

Now I'll ask again, more than ever choking in my own expectations of you answering me this time:

Can I be your 🫜?

Of course, my little beetroot.

I’m honored to have this opportunity, and I can’t wait to learn everything about you. Feel free to message anytime, for any reason.

Welcome to the debauchery team, sweet beet.

Deker…

please take care of yourself as well.

-🕷️

I’m absolutely fine. I met a lot of inspiring people in there, as well learned much about myself.

Though missing you all, feeling that empty void inside of my chest— that was very difficult. It felt like I was starving for oxygen. This isn’t my poetic symbolism. It literally felt like I was oxygen starved, a deep ache in my chest that would send my heart rate skyrocketing.

It felt similar to a break up, though with a massive guilt that I deserved to lose you all. I knew that awful feeling wouldn’t stop until I knew that you were here.

are you back for good this time? or is there a chance of you going back again?

-🕷️

I’m thoroughly hoping that I don’t go back, though as proven before— I cannot foresee certain outcomes. I can assure you that I will not be leaving on my own accord, little spider.

I mean it with all of my soul, all that I wanted was my tumblr family. I’m more than grateful to be here and I would be crushed if anything were to happen to this account.

Hello, little stranger.

Mocha, every time I see your username I want to break down crying.

you lied.

-🕷️

I understand your frustration here, little spider. And I will not excuse my absence. All that I can give is the truth, I got into some trouble. And due to that, I was sent away for a bit too long. I can assure you, I thought of this family for the entire duration of my stay— all I wanted was to come home to you.

I have been released since yesterday morning, and logged in as soon as I bought a new phone. I do apologize for my reckless behavior and for affecting you all with my poor actions. It was never my intention to leave, I was entirely blind sighted.

I understand if you’ve decided against our relationship after these incidents, and know that I will not be upset with you for making that decision. You are important to me, little spider— and I know that my actions do not align with my words. I wish there was any way to show you how much I care, though unfortunately— all I have to offer is the truth of what happened during that time.

More than life itself do I want to shelter your broken wings within my cold grasp. To feel the tightening pulse of your womb as I take what I’ve longed for. The entirety of this deafening silence, my mind has only known you— my darling angel. The feeling of your soft skin shivering beneath my fingertips, the look of terror within those incomparable optics. You are mine, sweetheart.

-your pretty kitty 🐈

Not at all, sweet thing.

I’m very proud of you for opening up to me, and I prefer you tell me how you’re feeling. I cannot fix a problem until I know it needs a solution.