Imagine your shipcest F/O secretly fantasizing about you before the two of you have a relationship. They feel ashamed of themselves, but they can’t help how much they want to be close to you, and touch you.
One day you hear them murmuring your name from behind a closed door…
Imagine your dominant F/O putting a collar and leash on you. They wind the leash carefully around your throat to shorten the amount of lead you have, and pull you close to heel.
collecting sad pathetic male characters like they are stuffed animals to arrange on my bed
*knocks a glass off the table like a cat* i’m horny
