Thank you @cassthecringe im now obsessed with not only your fic but this darn playlist RAGHH and this is what came out of listening to it on loop
Mostly inspired by these songs (Safe Ship, Harbored by The Crane Wives) and (Duvet by Boa)
Anyway READ THE FIC NOW (WWM/TA) KICKING MY FEET EAAHHHH
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EISJIFES9FJSDOOOKDFKSLL MY ART IN THE MIKU EXPO GALLERY
sucks they chose the uglier version
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saw a post in a similar vein (ha) to this, but it's something I've thought about a lot. I'm obsessed with the idea of knives as a phallic symbol so to me, treating your knife like its your dick has such an appeal to me. keeping it sheathed not at the side like you're supposed to but resting right at your thigh, letting it sort of jostle on the belt when you move. if you notice I can't keep my eye off it you flash me just a little bit of the blade, enough for me to see how sharp and sleek it is, then putting it back as though nothing ever happened. finally getting me somewhere private (or maybe somewhere not so private) and getting me up against the wall, and the blade in its sheath rubs up between my thighs when you slot yours between them. clothed humping the sheath while you bite my neck hard enough to draw blood, begging for it while you press it in harder. getting you to take it out, watching you pull it so slowly out of the sheath while you watch my eyes that don't leave it for a second. I tell you it's big, that it's my first time and I'm a little nervous but I want it, you tell me I'll do so good as you start to trace it up under my shirt. it's cold and I flinch, but your grip on me holding me against the wall suddenly turns from playful to deeply serious. I'd whine when you press the tip against my stomach but even as I protest I'd arch my back into it. I'll tell you I'm scared again and you'll placate me by telling me you'll only put the tip in. the tip would still be ice cold against me and maybe you'd even feel goosebumps on my skin where you've got me held down, and you'd laugh at me for it. rubbing the edge of the blade back and forth - not sawing, just lightly grazing it up and down, like edging, in a way. never letting me know when you'll actually sink it in, until you do and I try to scream but you cover my mouth. hushing me and telling me it only hurts for a second, that if I just relaxed I'd get used to it. I think you're lying but I'd trust you anyway, because I'm a dumb dog like that. it hurts so bad that I want to cry but I'd give myself to you completely when you start to fuck the length of the knife in and out of the hole you made for it. every push and pull of cold steel inside me would feel like my body is on fire but the thought of how badly you must have wanted me to carve a place for yourself to fit inside gets me hard. humping your thigh between my legs while I go hazy from lust and blood loss, listening to you telling me how good I'm being for you. it hurts so fucking bad, but I know that by the time I inevitably end up stitched back together, I'll trace over the healing wound until I can let you use it again.
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Polydeca is the most ship ever I will NOT hear see or think of slander about that stupid little polycule. They're all evil and nasty and have killed eachother but that's what makes it so good!! They're complicated teenagers and acient demigods and they make no sense and that's why they're in love and you have to respect it or else >:(
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