#🚨​NEW BLORBO ALERT🚨

[johnsotherbastard]

Positively vibrating with how intense my need is to be annoying about Taylor Townsend

[bef0re-i-sleep]

Ive only had Kayne for five seconds but I need to grab him in my teeth and shake him like a chew toy

[dykenav]

KRISTEN APPLEBEES!!!!!

[ch3rry-lips]

‼️🚨new blorbo alert🚨‼️

oh dear lord who is this man???? Seriously ive never played a ff game in my life tell me more

[beyondbellebby]

Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes...

[kingtwhiddleston]

JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAA

idiot by night

[poetryinsilence]

Yeah fluff is great and all but what about blood and all?👀 I’m putting dom!Corey in a pedestal cuz the extended cut is what my entire one brain cell is filled with. sue me. the speed at which i wrote this terrifies me

🚨general warnings: blood and kill and all that stuff, uh, gaslighting.

Let’s go, me blorbos!

Isn’t it pretty? The colour of blood? How it runs down someone’s throat and bathe them in a new light?

Corey used to be scared- scared of the shade because it brings a warning sign. An alert that he had done something bad and the suffering of consequences are waiting for him.

Cuts used to make him squirm. Seeing flesh being torn open and soft, stringy tendons pulsate with each beat of the drum would have him hurled over and vomit. Even just the thought of it would make him sick.

Ever since the incident with Jeremy, he was- no, he accepted the fact that sometimes a drop of blood is necessary. Sometimes reopening a cut is necessary.

Killing the people around you is necessary.

However, you digress.

“You said that he was bothering you, and you wanted to get away from him. So, how am I in the wrong for helping you with your troubles?”

“I never said that! All I did was just complained about work. But, you! You straight up murdered a guy!”

“I helped you! You were stressing out and it hurts me to see you like this. He wasn’t a good guy anyway. All those secret texts that he tried to hide thinking no one’s gonna find out,” he laughs, dryly. “ No one’s gonna miss that sad sod anyway.”

“No, that wasn’t suppose to happen… You can’t take people’s lives away! It’s not for you to decide!”

But that’s where you’re wrong. You see, Corey thought the same at first. Killing is wrong. But the reason behind his killing were right. Those people were not good people. They had their own dirty little secrets; doing things that were only beneficial to no one but themselves. No, he was doing a world a favour. Even if they don’t agree with him.

He know the rights and the wrongs. Unlike Michael Myres that kills only for his amusement. Chasing the thrill of seeing the light flicker out from a person’s eyes. But what purpose does that entail? Nothing.

Corey kills for the right reason. There’s no thrill for him in ending someone’s life. The first time he killed someone he was so nervous that he threw up right after. But when he convinced himself that he’s simply taking a problem out of the equation, everything felt serene. The glide of the knife justifies everything. After that, each drop of blood fills him with content- that he was at peace with the colour red.

He was hoping you could see that. What he’s doing is right. Even if you can’t, he’ll teach you. Yes, by then, you’ll see what he sees.

“Corey, I can’t do this…”

“What are you talking about?”

“…I think we need to take some time-“

“No,”

“I’m sorry…”

Time? ‘We need to take some time’? The final thread in his brain snapped and fills him with the missing anger that he was supposed to feel. The floodgates open to the gushing of red. Yes, red. His love for you is as deep as blood, the corpses that have shed could not testify how much he loves you. You’re his.

His hand wraps around you wrist, and in the silent protest, you felt a pop of bones detach from its connection. To much of your horror, your back was met with bare walls and air exhumes from your lungs with a deadly force. Screams were stifled by his hand grip tightly around the base of your neck, the pressure digging in with each seeping blood flow. Your eyes red and tear brimmed as you could only gaze at him in shock, kicking to grasp onto gravity.

What draws your blood cold isn’t the malicious intent written across his face. There is, no nefarious glare deep within his eyes. And that’s what terrifies you. What he gave, was a boyish smile, and a playful giggle that you’d normally hear that surrounds your house on a typical Friday evening.

“I don’t think you heard me clearly. I’m not asking, I’m telling you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine.”

[chocolatecakecas]

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[kudzucataclysm]

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