fROM the fILES of: [REDACTED]

the soft dom prince urge to slap someone with my rings on. but only after they ask for it nicely. & i need to caress their face to make up for it

*whipping you with our red string of fate*

hey don't cry. think about Blorbo struggling to get up, coughing up blood <3

take my ass to torture city where the grass is ouch and the girls are hit me

nope. funkytown again

come on

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

Let's crack open our ribcages and surgically wire our cardiovascular systems together so my heart pumps your blood and if one of us dies the other instantly drops dead too because existing as an individual without you makes me want to violently vomittt

sorry I asked if you wanted to hit me. its just that I wanted you to hit me.

sneaking off to the tavern, not to drink or flirt, but to have your knight follow you and drag you back to the palace while scolding you for being so reckless.

I’m literally very adorable and should have nasty things done to me.

chained to ur radiator and still worried ur not as obsessed w me as i hope you are

come to me, my darling fallen angel; let me stitch you back together, break the halo wrapped around your throat, and smother your fires; quiet your slow agony. i will love you in hell, in damnation and carnage, harvest the last shreds of salvation from the hollow of your chest. come to me, my love, and i will place my own crown on your head, a sacrament in ashes and devotion.

Wanting to pin him down and fuck myself on his cock until his back arches off the bed and he's trying to thrust his hips up. My hands moving up his chest so I could hold his throat in my hands.