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[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair. (NV Laura)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

He hums in amusement, feeling her hands massage his head through the thin towel. Despite it's state, it still did it's job, wicking away some of the moisture he'd accumulated travelling here in the rain.

Laura had chastised him of course, the rain was dangerous. It could take a harsher and more irradiated turn at any moment and he wouldn't even know until it was melting his flesh off! And-!

But he had to see her. He'd told her so, unapologetically. Unabashedly. They didn't get many opportunities to be together without eyes upon them, so he would take any of the chances he would get.

"This weather is nothing- really, you fret too much," his voice is muffled from under the towel.

But- it was kinda nice. Being fretted over. To be worried about.

"You are pleased to see me though, no?" His lips kiss at a stray finger.

@tempesttragedy

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[MASSAGE] - from Lian!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

@twistedhxart

Despite being undead, Lucio could still feel pain from time to time. Not in the same sense as humans would feel, but pain nonetheless. A headache had caught him just right- likely a result of his poor eating habits lately. In fact, he hadn't been eating nearly as much lately. Not since he'd been spending more time with Lian.

It wasn't a terrible hinderance, he could stand to eat a little less if he wanted to. No big deal right?

Not that he'd mention it to Lian. In fact, when Lian asked how he could even get headaches, Lucio practically refused to further elaborate. Giving in and giving him a classic 'I don't know'. Which... is partially true. He was no doctor. Not that vampires really went to the doctor anyway.

Either way, Lucio was all to eager to sit on the floor in front of Lian when he'd offered to massage his scalp. If headaches always got him pets, he'd have to be 'sick' more often! Feeling the way his fingers glide through his tresses made Lucio's shoulders relax. All the tension leaving them in practically a flash as he feels fingernails scrape over the sensitive flesh, breaking him out in goosebumps and bringing a slight flush to his face.

"Feels... nice.." Lucio murmurs quietly, tilting his head side to side when prompted. A shiver running up over his body when he felt light scratching at the base of his skull. A small but unmistakable moan ghosted between them. Lucio's red eyes darting up to meet the others.

"....... Don't stop now.."

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Black House (2007)

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The horrific yet uncommon scene unfolds before his very eyes. Cicero had been straddled atop this man- pummeling him with heavy blows to the point he couldn't even hold up his arms anymore to block him. No begging for him to stop, merely the wet thud of bone smashing mush.

Meat for the grinder- blood for Mars. Vulpes faithful servant finding justice amongst the soggy meat and blood upon his knuckles.

He hardly even heard Vulpes' voice, merely content to let him be pulled away, bid to stop. Dragged along through the crowd- questioned with words he cannot hear in his foggy haze.

The world was bright- a soft smile settling upon Cicero's features as he examined the trickling of still wet blood on his hands.

Yet he is quiet, he does not heed his master's call.

His tongue drags one long lap between the fingers of his free hand. Coppery sting zinging straight to his hazy mind.

@cicero-the-assassin continued from here.

He had heard the commotion from his tent, and that had been some distance from this wretched little corner of the Fort. Assuming at first that a dispute had broken out among the recruits, he had ignored it in favor of the pre-war book he'd brought back from New Vegas. Only when the first of many screams rang out did he snap the book shut, shrug on his armor, and begin his quick search for one wayward dog.

"Cessa, canem!" Two hands seized Cicero by one shoulder and pulled him free from the latest victim. Pausing for only a few seconds, his gaze swept the surviving legionaries.

"Count yourselves fortunate that I do not allow him to continue. Now go. Mandatum est."

As the men dispersed, Vulpes did not linger, either. A momentary sneer at the bodies on the ground, and then he pulled Cicero along by one arm, leading him back the way Vulpes had come.

"Explain that mess you made," he grumbled as they walked.

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@archerwhiterp

Continued from here.

How disrespectful. The audacity. Ill-bred, impudent, uncivil, smug, discourteous, disgusting- RUDE!! Attigo's face was growing flushed with color from borrowed blood. His eyes narrowed to thin slits as the other so flippantly decided to leave. The anger grew, festering behind his eyes as he did his best to control himself. Those who knew him well could see the cracks in this visage and that very subtle twitch of his eye. How he sucked his teeth to steel himself. "Weren't you the one following me like a lost dog just a month ago?" He cursed, hiding how insulted he felt. Not very well. "You are not except from these meetings just because you are not a council member."

Attigo's anger stings his face- like thousands of tiny little glass shards cutting. If looks could kill, Lucio would be eviscerated by now.

His observation is met with a tilt of Lucio's head, a cock of his eyebrow. As if he's unsure. His expression questioning.

"You are not mistaken- yet I find myself perplexed as to why that would be a problem for you, Atty. It couldn't possibly be that you miss me, could it?"

That grin is spreading, sharp, knowing. Look at him, look how pathetic he is without his play things. When he has no one to obsess over him and wait on his hand and foot.

"You feel lonely," Lucio muses sweetly, "And I see a hair out of place on your head- truly you must be a mess if you'd let me or any of the other elders see you in such a state."

They were used to Lucio being disruptive and inappropriately dressed in the very least. But it was unheard of that Attigo would behave this way. He can't help but wonder:

"What is it that has you so worked up anyway? Must be something terrible to have driven you into my arms."

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👀 + rough sex, tie her up, then turn her ( vampire AU)

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

“‘Fantasy’ indeed,” he doesn’t exactly sneer it, but it’s obvious from his slightly wrinkled nose that he isn’t terribly fond of the idea.

The Lord Sinclaire didn’t turn many humans, didn’t find them worthy. After all, one would have to be some extraordinary livestock to be elevated in status. Even to be merely his ever loyal and undying thrall. Let alone what she’s likely thinking. Something equal to him?!

Then again… he could always destroy her if she didn’t appease him. To see her writhing on the ground with the mere thought of his displeasure.

“Tie you up? When I could hold you down with my hands with such ease? Humans are such funny things. Insisting they aren’t animals yet they love being strung up in a trap like one. Little offerings…”

His fingers play with the length of her hair.

“So vulnerable… mmm… perhaps I will consider it. Should you prove your loyalty.”

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"... I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you fucking me senseless, your calloused hands free to roam wherever they pleased, my fingers in that long, dark hair..." - Laura in 4 >.>

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

He visibly shivers, that usually jaded expression shifting ever so slightly to something else. Shock? Embarrassment? Something akin to it no doubt as his cheeks flush pink and his hands flex.

Lucio can’t help but think about how surprised she may come to be when she feels exactly just how proficient he is in pleasing her specifically.

After all he’s had quite a bit of practice.

“….. Fleeting moments with you in the dark- in that damned stairwell I can scarcely breathe. I would be yours at any beck or call.”

He always had been. Truly he believed that.

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👀 + “I wonder how it would feel if you drank my blood while we had sex.”

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

“Truly Dwight, I fear once you get a taste for it- you’ll never be truly satisfied again. How unfair it would be for me to ruin you for everyone else! “

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👀 + I think we both know there's a greater than 80% chance that, at some point, Celia fantasized about ripping out his vocal cords BC he was talking too much

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

“Like with yer teeth or your hands er what? This minute detail is mega important for my mental notes later.”

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send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻.  (  send one or more to learn a little more about my muse and their sex life. note that these questions are only suggestions, you can go wild with the headcanon prompts.  )

[ aftercare ] ― what are they like after sex? any specific routine they have for themselves or their partner that they like to do? [ body part ] ― what is their favorite body part? what kind of body / parts would they like their partner to have ( e.g. big boobs, long cock, etc. )? [ cum ] ― what does it take to make them come? can they come multiple times in one sitting or do they need longer breaks? [ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most? [ experience ] ― how experienced are they? how many different partners did they have? [ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it? [ grooming ] ― do they shave? do they have a preference for their partners when it comes to body hair? [ horny ] ― how high is their sex drive? do they have a lot of sex or is it a more occasional thing? is sex, in general, important to them? [ intimacy ] ― how are they during sex? do they prefer a more intimate / romantic approach or a more casual one? [ joker ] ― tell one random headcanon that wouldn't fit anywhere else on the list. [ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them? [ locations ] ― what are their favorite locations to have sex? are they a risk taker where people could walk in on them, or do they prefer to keep it private? [ masturbation ] ― do they masturbate? if so, how often? [ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off? [ oral ] ― do they prefer to give or receive oral? anything specific they enjoy / don't enjoy when it comes to oral? [ positions ] ― what are their favorite sex positions? is there something they typically default to? a special position they've always wanted to try? [ quickies ] ― do they have one-night stands? if so, how often? [ rounds ] ― how many rounds can they go before having to take a break? how good is their stamina? [ secrets ] ― do they have any dirty secrets? if so, what are they? [ toys ] ― do they on toys? do they use toys on themselves or like to use them on their partners? [ underwear ] ― what type of underwear do they typically wear? do they own lingerie? is there something specific they like their partner to wear? [ volume ] ― how loud do they get during sex? do they prefer a partner that's louder or one that's quieter? [ watch ] ― do they like to watch their partner masturbating or having sex with someone else? do they like to be watched? [ xxx ] ― do they watch porn? if so, how often? anything specific they like to watch? [ yearning ] ― what do they typically do to get people to have sex with them? do they let it happen naturally or are there things they like to do to turn their partners on? [ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

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@hellcab

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A bargain (test page)

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while i appreciate the poetry and love and melancholy that a lot of you associate with your self harm and murder and cannibalism i would love more of an audience that understands i want to hurt you because you are meat. you are something i can hold and break and hunt. you are something with feelings complex enough to know pain and guilt and disgusting, soul-sucking fear and i am an animal that wants to suck them out of you. i love fantasy and i love drama but i need you to understand your death is the most normal thing about you

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"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

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GLIDE + BRUSH

(- @misfortunas )

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

His hands are meticulous, dragging fingertips slowly from root to tip, slipping the flowery scented oil through his strands as he kept watch.

Longer than he had anticipated, he kept the woman resembling a doll in his care. The cracks along her cheeks and hands evidence enough of her fragility. And his static filled mind evidence enough of his desire to protect. To possess something soft. Deflecting the terror of the wasteland wasn't the place of one of those terrors, but she stayed. Seemingly content enough with his cape or shirt tail clutched in her hand.

She's wet from her sponge bathing when she rejoins him. Their clothes were still filthy, but it was better than nothing.

Her fingers delicately slip through his hair, barely brushing his own hands.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously, watching him, looking to her hand which now shone with the light oil on her skin.

Cicero reaches into his bag and places a wooden comb in her hands, the silence of his requests demands never lost on her.

After a moment, she sits near, carefully pulling the teeth of the comb over his scalp and through his hair.

"My father oiled his hair, my mother did the same. She used to braid and plait my hair- the smell is reminiscent of home."

He didn't talk about his family before. Then again, he hardly did. Ever. To anyone. Why he felt comfortable enough to mention them to June, even in passing, was a mystery to him.

One swipe of the comb- followed by fingers lightly scraping over his scalp has him devoid of any more words. Something about that tingling sensation from his crown down his neck and to his shoulders- was nothing short of bliss. Cicero's breathing becomes deeper, his posture slacking lazily, his form leaning back slightly against her.

His eyes are closed and his cheeks are flushed pink.

Any attempt to stop would be rebutted.

@misfortunas