I know something’s deeply wrong with me because I genuinely find blorbo suffering through horrific agonies more emotionally comforting than blorbo getting married and going on coffee shop dates.
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blood, and sweat, and violence, and desperation, and agony, and tyranny, and sadism, my beloved.
Imagine your villainous F/O smearing a line of blood on your jaw as they stroke your face, their own already covered in crimson drops. They pull you in for a hungry kiss.
Imagine seeing your F/O absolutely covered in someone else’s blood, and the very sight of it moves you to pull them into a passionate kiss.
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Imagine your F/O seeing you absolutely covered in someone else’s blood, and the very sight of it moves them to pull you into a passionate kiss.
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Imagine you and your F/O seeing one another absolutely covered in someone else’s blood, and the very sight of it moves you to pull each other into a passionate kiss.
