#crow rebloops

There’s been too many thoughts and fantasies in my mind recently of doing absolutely horrid shit to Ink, more specifically cannibalistic thoughts bc I’ve had those since I was a kid-

but just rlly clear visualization of Ink beneath me, it’s sweet at first gentle bites to his neck, just basic cuddling, etc.. But then it shifts to an unfortunately all to family feeling of craving just to fucking HURT something, and he’s right. There.

His sweet scent and taste right there and so easy to just.. destroy. While he’s completely relaxed and unaware.

And when those urges hit me I can’t even fucking stop and it gets so bad to where I bite myself at times, but why would I need to do that when his pretty bones are right there on display?

I could just slither my hands up and down and hit juust the right pressure points to make him lock up with a whine of confusion due to the temporary paralysis settling in and, leaving him vulnerable.

All the while I get to bite down to my sadistic hearts content and listen to the sweet sound of his clavicle beginning to crunch under the harsh treatment.

The addictive marrow and inky ‘blood’ seeping into my jaws as I just keep biting, and biting, and biting.

The sounds of his whines as he pleads softly to stop, that it hurts, however all falling to an audience of deaf ears.

My teeth are use to crunching bones, every time I eat something with bones inside, I eat it, no matter how thick the bone is I still manage to consume it and reduce it to nothing.

So his, are nothing but light work.

Breaking off his clavicle and taking a bit to crunch and chew before swallowing down the sweetly addictive substance of his magic. The gasp of pain and tremble through his bone as I move to the next spot.

Tracing his pretty patterns on his bones that almost look like porcelain with how beautiful he is, but oh how much more beautiful would he look if I just decided to rip that all up~

His ecto shimmering underneath that’s so desperately trying to dispel as I press my claws rough against the faux flesh, like he’s a present, that was about to get the wrapping torn off.

Cooing false comforts as I keep digging my nails into the flesh, the blood welling between my fingers and I can’t help but imagine how stunning his false organs would look if I tore them out and engorged in his liver..

Eventually moving away back to biting and eating away at his bones; things like his ulna parts of his spine, neck, etc.

All so deliciously irresistible.