Casually daydreaming the ways I'd love to manipulate your body in my rope. How many different ways I could break you just to put you back together again. Hearing your pathetic little sounds after gruffly telling me how horrible I am and share your new pet names for me. Wonder how many of my kicks and slaps you could take before you finally give in...

Such a pretty neck, be a shame if it didn't get captured.

Possibly also "quality time".

I'm one to speculate - I don't even know what my love language is, nor what I give in return.

where does beating the shit out of someone fall in terms of love languages. acts of service ?

Resonance (残響) - Takahashi Tsutomu

𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊...

I'll carve my affection into your skin one swing at a time.

Hawt!

I'll be wearing my fangs this weekend!

Heatwave

Dolor silentium

The romance is strong this weekend! <3

See, I can be romantic ;)

Uh-huh... 😈

No biting.

Somehow, she makes my darkness more bearable.

The more she knows about me, the more she puts to rest the monster within myself. The hideous thing that creeps in the darkness that prefers to swallow me whole instead of share the hunt in the darkest night. Thrills I thought I could enjoy only in solitude.

With every passing breath, she looks at me with understanding and acceptance. Not this watered down pity and washed out sense of sympathy. Instead, she sees my monster and beacons it to her light which is also stained by her own darkness. This shroud of a deep understanding which never bears a resemblance of reluctancy... But of shared misery in different flavors.

Who am I to accept such a gift? Then again, who am I to deny it?

"would you love me more, if I killed someone for you. Would you hold my hand? The same one that I used."

I did it for you..I love you so much! ♡

✷ Your Last Embrace ✷

Not like I need more plants but... I need these plants.

Gothic garden flowers.