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me when i fantasize abt a writing prompt but never actually write it

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I’m on my period and can’t stop thinking about vampires

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Mad scientists will be like "I know a place" and then strap you onto the autopsy table

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CW: sh, blood, etc

To hold you over until I actually decide to write something good.

“Please..” Vincent pleaded, looking up at Kali with glossy eyes. His cheeks were warm and flushed, his nose a bright red from crying. 

“Please..” “I need it..”

“Which one?” her tone was cold, and she smiled. Not a real smile, but the type that didn’t travel to her eyes. 

Vincent perked up slightly, “Whichever you see fit..”

He watched as she reached into the side drawer, pulling out a small blade, “Pants off.” she sat next to him.

Within seconds he’d pulled his jeans off and Kali climbed between his legs, feathering her hands over his thighs. “They’ve not healed yet. You’re so impatient.” she kissed the scabbed over wounds on his inner thighs.

“I’m sorry..” He whispered, nearly jumping out of his skin when she unexpectedly swiped the blade across his thigh. 

“You better not make a mess on my sheets.” she slowly pinched and pulled the wound open, watching as the blood slowly dripped down his leg before wiping it away with a tissue.

“Yes ma’am..” He laid his head back on the bed.

Kali relished in the way his body shook, the way red flushed his face from his hairline, down to his chest. 

Another swipe. 

Vince didn’t flinch this time, but instead whined. 

“Too much?”

Vincent could hardly muster any words, instead just shaking his head. His hand resting over his eyes, palm up.

“Good boy.” She smiled, this time it was genuine.

This went on for nearly an hour, each cut becoming more painful than the last. Halfway through Kali had given up on wiping up the blood, instead letting him bleed.

“I think we’re done, don’t you?” She ran her hands up and down his thighs causing him to whine. 

“Mhm..” he nodded a bit, his head spinning. He slowly sat up, staring at the inflamed and bloody skin of his thighs. “Thank you..” he looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.

“Oh, sweet thing..” She wiped his tears, kissing his cheek softly. “I’ll run you a bath.”

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Me realising my very specific whump ideas won’t be met until I get off my ass and actually write something