Bon Appetite

A faint smile appeared on his face before tilting his head, his lips still inches away from Will's. "An unusual patient, indeed. Stimulation elsewhere is known to raise endorphins and improve overall psychological state." The doctor's thumb shifts from Will's chin to brush over his lower lip, still moist. There's a low growl to his next words. "You just need to tell me where."

giving someone a wound, especially slow, with a knife, holding them in your hands, feeling them bleed, hearing them groan, digging in deeper and deeper until the blade is entirely swallowed by the flesh, then to coo and hush and caress and comfort as you pull it out, slower this time, gentle, the heat and suction fighting to keep you in, screams pleading for release, and tending to the wound, gauze pressing and soaked through, blood weeping as a kiss to your fingertips, copper ring around your knuckles, the same hands that tore open now suturing shut. idk sounds like a romantic date to me

ravenclairee​:

"It sounds like you wanted to talk about the lingering taste in your mouth, if I'm not mistaken."

What would my muse get canceled for on Twitter?