#killer thoughts

i'm such a "shhh i've got you it's alright oh fuck you're doing so good" while they're wailing and screaming and thrashing in my arms kinda sadist

if i wanted you dead, you would be dead. do you know what that means? it means i want you alive. doesn't that feel wonderful? that you're still useful to me alive? every breath you take is a gift. thank me.

the "i'll never submit to you fucking creep" to "do whatever you want oh god i don't wanna die" pipeline

iso: a deer boy, whose eyes twinkle in my headlights. who startles and freezes at the slightest noise. who moans when i tell him his antlers would make a beautiful trophy. who'll suck off the cold tip of my rifle. who wants his venison eaten. who likes his little tail yanked and his fragile little legs forced apart by a hunter's big rough hands. inquire within

you try to kiss me through the duct tape on your mouth. i make you suck my fingers over my leather gloves. i bite you over the rope wrapped tightly around your neck. you grind your tongue into my cock over my jeans

Idk I'm trying this whole Tumblr thing.