*waits For Daddy Kit*

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i might be silent in tumblr rn since it's exam week for me but i'm secretly having boops fight with people

Hi my loves!

Just here to emphasise how important reblogging truly is.

In the last day, my blog received 320 notes. Out of those, 27 were reblogs ~ by a total of 6 people. I received 1 comment. I gained 1 new follower.

Between work/uni/personal life/writing I struggle to keep up with fics that my fellow writers put out, sometimes completely missing them - UNTIL I see someone else reblogging them on my feed.

Reblogs are so important for circulating our work, allowing us to reach new audiences who could connect with our thoughts as well as current followers who can’t be online all the time.

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If you enjoy something you read - please take 30 seconds to reblog and write a kind sentence for your author. You may not know just how much we appreciate it, but personally it always paints a grin on my face and I remember all my lovely readers who regularly reblog all the things I put out. You lot really mean the world<3

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To those who always make sure to reblog - we appreciate you so much, thank you!!

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a man of the roaring 20's once said: "Well, I had it all once. Fortune, fame. But nothing satisfied."

James' particular tastes

Or, headcanons about introducing JPM to snuff films

18+! Under 18 - bye bye or I will block u

Contains: descriptions of murder (not detailed), snuff film description (not detailed&made up), nsfw content (blowjob, fear kink, JPM is a sadistic voyeur). It's essentially pretty fluffy. Dark&sexual content ahead!

Credit for a lot of ideas to the darling @nahoyasboyfriend (check her acc out or else🔫)

James who is illiterate when it comes to technology, and completely unwilling to learn. You, his modern lover, however, have taken the initiative in making him learn. Of course you can't just show him a smartphone app, as that might scare him away. But the hotel is already full of ancient TVs, so why not start with that? James was not fond of the machines, as the Simpsons or Supersize vs Superskinny were not in his preferred repertoire, so you had to go and buy a variety of VHS tapes for you two to watch.

Of course you start with the classics - a ton of 1920s movies to help ease him into it, then a bunch of classics like Gentlemen prefer blondes or Breakfast at Tiffany's. He enjoys the movie nights you have planned for the two of you - he likes the wine, the sliver of human interaction he so misses, and the glow of the TV reflecting on your face. Seeing how the art of film changes is a nice bonus, he is an intelligent man after all, he can appreciate the evolution of the 10th muse.

After a while, you have the idea to show him a different type of movie; classic horror. He seems to like Psycho or The Shining, but not as much as the romance movies... you thought about showing him more scary and gorey films, such as Saw or Hostel, but you figured he'd get quite bored and disgusted by them. He was a killer himself, those films wouldn't entertain him one bit! The fake blood would seem ridiculous to a man as... experienced as him for sure. You figured he needed the real thing... real blood, real tortured screams, real open flesh!

After digging for a while, you found some real snuff tapes in some obscure horror (gore porn) VHS shop. Nasty, it seemed. All untitled, in black boxes, and you had asked the seller to play a bit of it before buying to check if it was real. And, as someone who dated a serial killer and practicslly lived in a murder hotel, you could tell the recordings were very real. Oh, he would love to see them, you thought. Anything for him! Even illegal murder and torture footage🥰

His pants felt awfully tight at the way she screamed and thrashed. He was an impatient killer, but he always had a fantasy of torturing his victims for hours on end. He rarely had such a privilege, though, as the adrenaline rush was too much of a temptation to really delay taking his victims' lives. He loved to see it on a screen, though. Watching the torment before the woman was shot felt like edging too him.

You expected him to watch the footage with you and tell you about some particularly memorable murder, as talking about it was one of his favourite pastimes. But instead, he just watched one entire tape (about half an hour long, of a woman being slowly tortured with various methods) with a completely straight face, not looking away for a moment.

"Replay it and... yes, here. Kneel, darling, I need you to do something very specific.", he said in a dominant tone, that syrupy voice of his dripping with lust and determination. You obeyed instantly, overjoyed that he seems to really like your gift.

He made you take him in your hands and jerk him - slowly, teasingly, making him groan in desperation. Then he gestured for you to take him in your mouth. You warmed his hard cock, salivating over it, watching as the light from the screen reflected in his wide eyes as he took in the gory scenes before him. He paid you no mind, thrusting up occasionally and making you gag in surprise. You realized he was edging himself to the girl's suffering. The thought of his debauchery was enough to make you wet, and his stiff cock down your throat definitely helped, too.

You knew the footage was ending soon, because he started thrusting into your tight throat aggressively, holding the back of your head and grunting obscenely with every hip movement. The sound of a drill piercing flesh and the woman screaming was blurred out by the noise your pretty little mouth made; all the gags and slurps. Once you heard the gunshot, you felt him finish in your throat. He whined loudly, eyes glued to the screen, as he didn't want to miss anything of the disgusting scene before him. You swallowed all he had to give, like a good darling, and you panted for air clinging to his leg. He really just took you to the sight of a snuff film; it was like porn to him... you were astounded, but positively surprised, because the warmth of his cum in your mouth and the chill of fear from watching the tape made you feel woozy. He pulled you up, so you were kneeling between his legs, hugging his torso, his hands loose around your upper back. He held you so protectively you couldn't believe the disgusting act you just witnessed. Oh, you were so perfect for him!

There were still a few tapes left...

Not tagging anyone bcs I'm ashamed of myself sorry babes! I didn't forget abt you.