GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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+  ROMAN .

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he doesn’t like where this is going.  trying to ignore the one thing that counts as a worse addiction than cocaine is nearly impossible.  he usually runs  —  he doesn’t want to kill herhe doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore.  but how is he supposed to control himself around her LEWD blood-play.  it both makes him nauseous and reminds him of how hungry he is.  he hasn’t fed lately, has he?  fuck.     —     “i’ll… go get it.”     obviously shaken from his temptations, roman leaves to get the gauze, hoping he’ll be STRONG enough to fight it.  you must make your heart steel.

he comes back after a few moments of cursing himself and says nothing but a soft     “here”     as he starts to bandage of her wound.  being this close is dangerous… 

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             KNEES ARE     WEAK       ALREADY   ?          oh    little    dragon     ,           you might be a prowling       p r e d a t o r        in the wildness but she’s far from a     helpless prey    ;       you might be      h u n g r y        but she’s    starved     for what you deny you both   .         you  leave      &     talons     DIG    deeper into tender flesh   ,      a    muffled     wince   ,       hiss caught ‘tween teeth   ,       redness gushing generously from the incision that’s     bleeding     a dark hue of red     (     like rotten apples  or  crushed berries   )     ,       trailing down her forearm freely   .      you’re back     &      she’s    still     ,       unflinching    ,      awaiting    patiently for the weakness of flesh trample over your gentle ways undoubtedly guided by that pesky misconception of    conscience .       YIKES       are you     afraid    ?         but you stare so     intently     at the life that flows out of her …    SO ATTENTIVELY  …    lanky fingers    avid    in their task of     wrapping      wrapping    the gauze with as much care as one could muster in such desperate state to contain the damage  ,      fingers are getting    sticky    with murky substance now ,        her demeanor still cold as    stone    ,      not flinching at the touch but surprisingly    calm   ,    tranquil  .                    don’t be afraid to      press   ...               —-       PLUSH   lips     murmur     whispers of the devil himself    ,        sin makes a home out of the roots in her taught tongue   ,        feminine in its lecherous   plea  ,      an      inch    too close  ,      words cushioning against your lobe   .       velvet pads one by one drape over your skillful fingers to    squeeze   them tighter     &    shudder as     wave    of twisted satisfaction rummages though her warm insides .        ❛    —   a little     harder      .            

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