!!!ɴꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ!!!

The scent of his skin mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of their blood—it was grounding, centering him in a way that was almost spiritual. This, he imagined, was the closest he’d ever come to a religious experience. He listened to the slow, rhythmic drip of blood falling into the bucket below, each droplet landing with a soft, hollow thud. It was steady, controlled—so different from the battlefield, where blood was chaotic, a sign of loss and violence.

Here, it had meaning. Purpose.

​🇰​​🇮​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​: Knife Play, Blood Kink

​CW: Exsanguination, Prone to violent behaviour, Dub-Con, Fuck or Die-ish(?)

Art by @Chatskaja

Happy birthday to the one and only, Canibalist <3 since I can't send you a piece of my liver, I hope the bot is enough. Te amo, meu boceta

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