Latest Posts by mrmeckerd - Page 6
I have to fuck her
just put on martyrs with plans to cook chicken afterwards, no fuckin way im handling raw meat
okay to add to my last post, adam’s belt was taken away for a reason, i know in the original script he was suicidal. it just makes me think…. but also that removes the opportunity for them to use belts as a tourniquet. honestly that seems counter-intuitive to me but everything about jigsaw is counter-intuitive if you ask me so, 🤦♂️🤷♂️
amanda manhandling adam.
Insp
Lawrence Gordon from Saw
Please reblog for a larger sample size.
do you think like. that silver ion antibacterial lube is like electrostim to a vampire girl. if i put my fingers inside of a vampire girl with that lube would she start squirming and whimpering. is this mic on
Imagine you are a robot I am disassembling for cleaning and maintenance, but when I finish reassembling you there are 3 extra screws neither of us can figure out where they were originally supposed to go.
Now imagine a soft boiled egg. Salted.
some sketchbook k0tyas (and a picture of a vile beast)
Whispering secret data.
selection of the individual risograph scans from my trans cyborg pinup minizine ^_^
more here
IM FULLY LOSING IT FALIN LEARNS ABOUT THEIR MONSTER EATING ADVENTURES AND IMMEDIATELY IS LIKE "so what about fish-people? :3" AND LAIOS JUST "no the party didnt let me :<"
this right after they feed her red dragon meat whilst she is still unaware that her new body is.. made of dragon meat.... and laios is like "eh its probably fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"
Just
#nods head vigorously
Practicing shibari on your robot partner using their own wires
when the robot uh the robot part uhh 😳 awesome
I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.
Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you
For example, let's say you are a normal guy:
One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.
"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.
"W...who are you?" You stutter out.
The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:
"Let me show you your purpose."
You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.
You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout
You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD
Sensitivity increased 150%
A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.
The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.
You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.
You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.
It's you.
You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.
You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:
"Do you know your purpose?"
"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"
"Good Girl" She says.
Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.
After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.
You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.
"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."
"Yes Goddess"
You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?
Carwashes are, like, horny tho not the stereotypical white-shirt-and-water-bucket ones. i mean the giant drive-through robotic tunnels. You sit there and try and tell me that being slowly enticed through the wet internals of a giant robot that soaks you, lubes you up, and licks you with its huge rotating tongues dripping with soapy saliva before spitting you out clean, wet and fulfilled is not, in fact, horny. you sit there and try it
Iris agate slice PNGs.
kotya actually has one of the best character designs ever :3 i think about her a lot
you people have been saying so many nice things about her she's going to overheat from blushing soon
i never even posted this ? what! anyway if u have a good name for polardeck here lmk
can somebody put kieran culkin in a weird indie psychological horror film and have him get beat up and cover him in blood and make him roll around on the floor and cry and beg for his life and stuff
We used to be a real country. Cars used to be fuckable.
WARNING: GROSS OVIPOSITOR LOGISTICS
Seriously, readers beware, you’re in for a scare. Discretion is advised.
I like my dick but also where are aliens gonna fuck me and fill me with their ovipositors until I’m blissed out with their eggs inside?? 🥺🥺🥺
Down my throat is cute but like, realistically they’re gonna end up in my stomach and be digested (good, filling meal tho if the aliens aren’t trying to spawn) (how do facehuggers and chestbursters work?)
In my ass? Maybe??? But that’s specifically designed to push stuff out, and I don’t want to deal with the gastrointestinal nightmare of a blockage if they have a way of staying in there.
Part of me loves the idea of having eggs in my breasts and watching and feelings them swell up and get heavy with stretch marks and stuff as the eggs develop but like… truly how would they get in there? I’m not some hyper furry porn protagonist made of rubber.
I’m not even considering anything involving my dick and balls, not my thing, bleh. Come back when you’re a slime girl and then MAYBE we’ll talk.
I’m too squeamish to seriously humor traumatic insemination, my chest cavity is for organs, not eggs. The idea of anything under my skin freaks me out too much so no thank you. I’m nervous about medical complications and internal bleeding just thinking about it. Too gruesome for me tbh.
The solution, then, is obvious! The aliens should give me bottom surgery specifically designed to host their eggs so I can be a brood mama with a cool alien pussy! They’d just have to fawn over me to keep me happy and healthy and sexually satisfied so I could carry their broods so good for them🖤🛸
Ever since I learnt bout angel tiers as a kid I always wanted to draw em all but only now did i get around to it-
Wanted to have it where they progressively get more abstract and inhuman the higher the tier goes cause who doesnt love a lil cosmic horror? I also took some liberties with the descriptions of all the angels cause lotta them kind of overlap and sound similar.
My dear sweet mother: “if bush did 9/11, how did he not burn up?”
a hungry audience