The things I could do to Jake English are inhumane. If I could drink his blood, everything would be right in my world.

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The things I could do to Jake English are inhumane. If I could drink his blood, everything would be right in my world.
Dirk needs his cervix + uterus absolutely eviscerated by something 8 times his size. Have him gushing cum and blood by the time he's done being used.
thinking about cutting open a little slit on your arm and slowly pushing in a piece of thin but strong razor wire, just underneath the skin. then i could rub my thumb along the bump it made in your flesh, feather light, only barely enough to aggravate the inflamed and damaged skin so your brain can't quite tell if my touch is pleasure or pain
i think my favourite form of 'invulnerability' for a character to harm/damage is where it's clear they're something else just puppeting a body
even if the body is as easily wounded as a living human, hacking into an arm making it bleed, bones shattering, pieces going missing but nothing stops it from coming at you
it should be dead it should be dead but when you cut off it's legs it just crawls towards you, bash in its brain and it still stares, smiling at you.
and even if you finally reduce it to something that can no longer move, you know it's only a delay before it finds you again, because that body wasn't it. it can find more, make more, steal more.
and you know you're doomed :3
i want to give a pretty response here i really do but holy fuck do you have to do this to me my brain is gone. out the window.
hhhhnnn..
"I shall consume what you always thought was poison in yourself and be hungry for more."
this is what peak romance looks like
I want to write my name into your bones. Slit open your skin, peel back muscle. Scrape cartage away until i have a blank easel. Lick it, taste your deepest despair. You will bear my name. I think it would be best on the inside of your ribcage, so your heart can beat against my words, your lungs swell and press to them on each inhale. Mine. Mine. Mine. M̓̔͌i͚̦͔͌̔͛n͔̠̈́͆̈́e̼̙̻̾̒͝. Is it enough? No. I need this and more. ~🐉🌯
for you i would open willingly, and only you. the one who has seen into every dark crevice of my mind and called it home. yours. always. every breath i take is in service of bringing us closer together. your name belongs on every part of me, every scrap of flesh, bone and skin.
my blood will stain your fingers for an eternity and my voice will never leave your thoughts. we are enmeshed, and you are just as much mine as i am yours
high-fives you as we pass each other on separate moving trains (high speed) shattering all the bones and joints in each other's arms instantly
i want to become something monstrous
i want to rip out of myself and come into this world, screaming and covered in the gore and viscera of my old skin
i want you to see the teeth and claws and spikes and know they are here to tear into everything that would hurt us