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Murderous imagine with your killer / villain F/O.
The whole place smells like blood, and you and your F/O are splattered in the stuff. The bodies lay here and there around you, now nothing but empty evidence of your mutual deadly work.
Your F/O thinks you look great like that, standing there holding your weapon at ease, slightly disheveled from your exertion. They tell you so, and that they’re proud of the job you did, too.
They favor you with a pleased expression, and beckon you over to them, before they pull you sharply and tightly into their arms.
The two of you kiss deeply, savagely even, eagerly celebrating the beautiful violence that you’ve shared.
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