as you wish

huh. i am both wound and blade. neat.

you are my friend and to some extent the altar upon which i mount my guilt

you are my friend and to an increasing extent the saviour i worship

you are my friend and i hope something ruins you before i do

you know what fic trope doesn’t get talked about enough? the no kissing on the lips rule. the “we can fuck nasty like it’s our job but don’t put your mouth anywhere near mine” type thing. burning kisses pressed to necks, a bite, noses brushing, frustrated whines and searching hands but no kissing. never kissing. all the lead up and no relief. breathing into each other’s mouths close enough to touch, pained eye contact, just a little bit closer and it would happen, and they want it to, but not enough to admit it, not enough to break the rule, not enough to give them both what they need. that is of course until the illusion shatters. until someone does break the rule. heat of the moment, both frantically leaning into it like magnets, inevitable, how could they have kept themselves from this? how could they ever stop? but of course they do and now the rule has been utterly destroyed. they know what it’s like now. to feel the other person’s lips against theirs, know the taste of their spit, that shock of tongue, soft bites and licks, the wet heat of it. knocked down by the jolt of sudden and tangible intimacy. and it wasn’t supposed to happen. they agreed. they decided. but it did. and now there’s nowhere to hide. and god isn’t that just the best?

penis isn't real. pussy isn't even real. the only thing that is real, is the pleasure of combat

blood spray is just another kind of cumshot

I need to bite something until it breaks. I need to jack off. I need to set fire to a large structure. I need to sprint into the woods