#—🐾 anon

[ditzydoe444]

big!jason when he’s fucking you and he notices a bulge in ur tummy

can i be 🐾 anon? if that’s not taken yet

MDNI 18+

a/n: you've been added as 🐾 anon!

there was nothing more that turned jason on more than seeing the bulge in your stomach when he was balls deep in your cunt. there was just something about watching himself move and how he was just so god damn deep in your stomach.

“you see that sweetheart?” he grunted, his chest covered with sweat. “that’s how deep i’m in you, so god damn deep hm? bet im hitting all of your sweet spots.” he didn’t even need a response, the way you whined and moan was enough of an answer.

“bet you love seeing this bulge, knowing how stuffed you are.” jason loved the way your tiny cunt filled him in, how your tight walls stretched to accomodate him. he loved touching the bulge, watching it move with his thrusts, the bulge was just another representation of the size difference between you two.

jason had a habit of pushing you to your breaking point, his rough calloused hands would rub around the side of your waist, squeezing it, or he would apply pressure to the small bulge just to hear you whine. “j-jay,” you quivered from his touch as he pressed down on the bulge. jason knew what he was doing to you, god he could feel your walls connecting around him.

“love this cunt, and it loves me back,” he panted with a cocky grin on his face. jason loved how dumb you got when you fucked him, something that always boosted his masculinity. “gonna come,” you whined, in your current position you couldn’t even move. jason harsh thrusts making you bounce on the mattress whilst he fucked you dumb.

“then come sweetheart, with this dick you’re gonna be doin’ it a lot.”

[rhiannonsknife]

okay hear me out. french-canadian shauna who’s first language is french.. (unrealistic i know) that defaults to babbling out phrases and sentences in her first language when she’s being fucked by reader w/ a strap ..

Like i’m not super confident w how i’m suggesting this but .. if that makes any sense!

— 🐾

listen: i do not speak french. i actually failed french in school, and this is a mix of poorly done research, google translate, and a friend of mine who didn’t fail her classes and was actually decent at it. nsfw content. mdni.

there are plenty of things you’ve learned to love about shauna shipman in the months you’ve been dating. in fact, there are countless of quirks and habits you’ve fallen even more in love with over time.

and yet, there’s one thing in particular you’ve developed a bit of a soft spot for.

her french.

you hadn’t even known she spoke it until the first time shauna brought you home and greeted her mother in a fluent string of words that left you blinking in surprise.

from that moment on, you found yourself listening for it.

not just the casual kind, though you love that, too: the quiet mutterings when she’s annoyed, or the half translated thoughts slipping past her lips when she’s distracted and isn’t paying attention to what she’s saying.

not even the filthy things she sometimes murmurs against your skin, knowing exactly what it does to you.

(shauna will lean in close then, her breath warm against your ear, and murmur things she knows you don’t fully understand but feel all the same. “t’es si belle comme ça,” she’ll purr from behind as her fingers find your nipples under your shirt. “so douce…j’ai envie de te goûter…”)

but no, your favorite kind of french is when shauna is the one losing control.

when you’ve got her before you, on all fours or riding you so hard that the bed is creaking dangerously underneath the shared weight of your bodies. the times she is so drunk on your strap, she doesn’t even realize her brain has switched languages because she’s so caught up in you and her moans dissolve into desperate ‘putains’ or other slurred curses.

moments like right now; a rare opportunity that only comes when her house is empty, letting you be as loud as you please without worrying that her mom will hear everything downstairs from shauna’s attic room.

you’ve got the harness fastened on, its straps sitting snugly around your waist as you watch shauna’s cunt greedily taking the silicone cock attached to it, arousal dripping onto the bedsheets and your thighs. she’s bouncing on the toy’s shaft, both of her eyes shut tightly and her hands resting firmly on your shoulder. that’s what you’ve been doing for the past hours: watching in amazement as your girlfriend took what she needed from you, her low cries echoing each time the strap stroked against her g-spot.

your own body is pulsing, aching to be touched for any kind of relief as shauna whines and rests her forehead against yours. she’s no longer bouncing on your strap at this point, just rutting back and forth in short, desperate thrusts while chasing her release.

“oh,” she moans when, suddenly, you take her by the hips and spin her around, smoothly positing yourself between her open legs without losing momentum. for a second, her eyes widen in surprise, but she shuts them again once you begin thrusting your hips forward in the new position, fucking shauna deeper.

“mhm,” she whines as her head falls back into the pillows. “oh- mon dieu- yes right there! baise-moi!”

it’s a barely coherent mix of languages, the pleasure too much to tell the difference between the two. it’s the result of all these hours spent behind locked doors in her room since the moment mrs. shipman had announced that she was leaving for the night.

now that the words are practically stumbling from her lips and her thighs start to tremble, you can tell shauna is close.

“plus fort!” she begs, trying to pick up the pace by lifting her hips up and meeting you halfway. you wouldn’t deny her after all this time of agonizingly slow movements and teasing flicks of your tongue and fingers against her stiff clit. so, with the little french you have learned this far, you fuck shauna harder like she’s asked you to.

“fuck yes!” shauna’s fingers around you tighten their grip, nails scratching red marks down the length of your spine. “continue comme ça!”

as if you'd ever stop.

“yes, oh my-“ she babbles, one hand falling between her legs to work on her clit, the other holding onto you for dear life. “tu me fais me sentir si bien!”

you don’t need to know what she’s saying to understand that it feels good. shauna arches up against you, working frantic circles around her clit. this is the stimulation she’s been missing before, the one thing between her and a mind-blowing orgasm.

she is moaning incoherent versions of your name and french curses as her legs spread wider and tighten around your waist, forcing you deeper.

the relentless clenching of her walls around the strap and a breathless: ‘fuck, je jouis’ is all of a warning you get before shauna is falling apart beneath you. her body squirms on the sheets and her fingers curl to fists in your hair as she cums. shauna’s mouth hangs open in a silent scream while she rides out the waves of her orgasm, her hips uselessly grinding against the toy attached to you until she’s got no strength left in her and collapses on the bed.

you roam her sides soothingly, caressing up her ribs and across her chest while she recovers.

“are you okay?” you murmur after a while of shauna lying motionless with both eyes closed, her breathing still slightly uneven. “was that good for you?” she hums softly in response, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles. she doesn’t open her eyes just yet, just tilts her head slightly toward you.

“mmm…c’était parfait,” shauna whispers, voice drowsy. her fingers find yours on the blankets, tracing circles against your skin.

“yeah?”

“bien sûr,” she sighs, finally opening her eyes. she shifts just enough to press a kiss to your shoulder. “toujours parfait avec toi”

[dandysworldhcs]

Sprout does that ADHD thing where you're so focused on a task that you forget about anything else so he'll spend like 5 hours baking the most delectable strawberry shortcake all homemade nothing store bought then devour the entire thing before anyone even gets a nibble because he didn't eat at all in that 5 hour period

(he is embarrassed by this fact, it makes him feel childish)

- dandy loves me Anon

THIS IS SO REAL he is not safe from the hyperfocus demons

[pupfemmes]

Sevika x chubby reader where the reader is a councilor. They make eyes during meetings where Sevika looks the reader up and down. Sevika flirts with reader right after until they have to leave. This keeps happening for a few meetings until reader shows up in a more showy outfit just to show off for Sevika. She resists ending the meeting early just to get to reader sooner. After, a different (male?) councilor gets to reader first, he attempts flirting with the reader and Sevika ofc pushes aside the guy and probably insults him for speaking to reader lmao and I was picturing this ending with Sevika and reader waiting until everyone leaves (or sevika telling everyone to get out) and having ✨intimacy✨ in the councilor room. But you can end it differently ofc. This is just a dabble tbh, just an idea that came to mind once I saw your post about it. Hope this sparks some inspiration!

୨so… what now?୧

councillor!sevika X f!councillor!reader

🏷️: lesbian sex, porn with a side of plot, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), semi-public sex, reader is chubby, pet names used, stone top sevika, no beta we die like men

🦌:tysm for this angel.. I was half asleep when i wrote this so it might not be very good. Idk. i hope it’s okay & I’m sorry it took so long to answer!! it’s short but that’s cause i scrapped it a few times. i left it how it was for posting cause i didn’t wanna force myself to write and then have it be awful 😔

when sevika became a councillor, she’d expected to spend all her time with selfish rich people who aren’t concerned for anything but their own causes. what she hadn’t expected was you.

sure, you were a filthy rich piltie, but you used that money for things other than yourself. you lived luxuriously but you spent the money you didn’t use to help people. and you were the only councillor, apart from her, to argue that zaun deserves equal attention to piltover.

immediately she was enamoured with you. it also helped that you were utterly breathtaking— soft and feminine, yet tantalisingly sexy. and after your first conversation, in which she almost went insane after you fawned over her prosthetic arm, she noticed you tended to float towards her a whole lot more.

you made eyes at her constantly, which she more than gladly returned, and most of your post-meeting conversations were simply the two of you flirting back and forth until somebody called you away for whatever the reason.

another thing she noticed was that your clothing changed. you’d always been feminine. but she noticed that since your first conversation you gradually wore.. less clothing? of course, you weren’t crossing the boundary of indecent exposure, but the slits in your dresses gradually crawled up your thighs day by day, and the necklines creeped lower. on occasion, sevika would notice you leaning forward in your seat diagonally from hers, just enough to give her a glimpse of your décolletage.

and naturally, it wasn’t only sevika that noticed this. there was another councillor who’d taken a liking to you. and being the lovely person you were, you’d laughed politely at his attempts to flirt with you and had returned the same energy— only your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes like it did with sevika, your voice never had the same airy tone. it did stroke her ego a little, but that didn’t mean the situation didn’t piss her off.

after a particularly stressful meeting, sevika was already on edge. when she saw you and aforementioned councillor talking. except he had you much closer this time, and you didn’t seem particularly thrilled. so, she intervened.

after a swift argument and sevika having to resist the urge to punch things, the two of you had been left alone.

it hadn’t been difficult, getting her this riled up. the second that councillor had left she’d burst into this spiel about how you make her feel, how unbearable she finds it having to look at you in those damn clothes and not be able to fuck the living daylights out of you all the time. and all you could do was laugh at her, pulling her in to kiss her gently, pulling her hand to your waist.

which is how you found yourself in this situation. sevika on her knees in front of you, her beautifully carved nose bumping against your clit while she murmurs sweet words into your cunt. her hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, steel eyes meeting yours as your eyelids flutter.

“sevika- at least give me a break- fuck!,” you grip at her hair gently, hips moving against her face as she looks up at you, steel eyes glittering as she looks at your plum red face. she grins cockily at you before continuing, somehow even faster.

it’s impressive to you, how long she’s been doing this. you think it might be crossing the half hour mark, and you’ve already cum twice. you had offered to return the favour but she declined plainly, and you weren’t about to complain.

she stays buried between the fat of your thighs for long enough that you think the bones in your legs are melting, and when she finally comes up for air she seems immensely proud of herself.

after promptly cleaning you up and escorting you back to your place, sevika pauses outside your door and rests a hand on the small of your back. she looks so reluctant to leave that you just laugh, pulling her into your house and immediately wrapping your arms around her neck. she laughs, voice shaky when she speaks.

“so, uhm… what now?”

long story short, you end the night sweaty and bare in your bed, talking about your lives and pasts after the realisation that you don’t really know each other— well, didn’t. you do now, and you think you might love sevika now you do.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Elliot can make amazing chicken (especially Mississippi chicken) but he cannot for the life of him do that step where you take a hammer and like. Hit the meat with it. Or at least couldn't until Guest showed him the proper force to use on chicken and softer meats.

Shedletsky once walked in on Elliot absolutely decimating chicken after a day of terrible rounds and decided on a "strategic retreat". Then 7n7 walked in (got curious after he saw Shed running) and almost had a meat hammer launched at him because Elliot just so happened to turn around and was feeling a little bit extra pissed off at him (bro missed one too many pizzas aimed at him thinking they were for someone else).

-🐾 anon

007n7 had it coming.

[rodolfoparras]

blue collar men in theory >>>> blue collar men in practice 😭 theyre useless i tell you USELESS. picking out their clothes to wear to work, to wear out, fixing &. plating dinner because they work so hard… house wife/husband life is for some people but it is Not for me, i respect yall fr -🐾 who grew up in a small, blue collar town w/ a blue collar father

Sugar you’re making great points here but all I’m thinking about is retired!Price taking care of blue collar reader

Thinking about trying to convince Price to retire but he refuses claiming he doesn’t know what he’ll do all day, even joking about how you just want to see him prance around the house only wearing a robe while doing chores

But after he says it, you cant get the comment out of your head and all you can think about is him waiting for you at the door, in a robe the same color as his cerulean eyes, matching stockings pulled up his thighs and a plug buried in his ass

Thinking about him kissing your lips as soon as you step foot inside, lace clad cock rubbing upon your clothed one, getting you all worked up only to pull away telling you dinner is ready with a smile on his face.

And you’re hot on his trail, barely shrugging off your muddy boots before you’re in the kitchen with him

He’s got his back turned to you, as he plates your food for you but just when he’s about to finish up he feels you coming up behind, your big hands on his hips and your painfully hard cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

He pauses for just a second, a gasp escaping his lips as he revels into the feeling. However just when he’s about to tell you to wait, that you should eat before you do anything, you’re dropping down to your knees, pulling his robe to the side before swiftly pulling the plug out of his ass.

“Didn’t you say dinners ready?”

[sea-lanterns]

I don't know about you but I can sense some rivalry between Panther! Arlecchino an Cat! Lynette for Mouse! Reader attention and affection

🐾

Panther! Arlecchino groaning when she sees Housecat! Lynette run off with you in her mouth. She was going to be the one to run off with you so she could spoil you! Not her daughter!

Arlecchino probably regrets teaching Lynette how to hunt like an apex predator, because now she’s swiftly catching you before Arlecchino gets the chance to, darting away quickly and squeezing into the smallest of escape routes so poor Arlecchino can’t even follow her 😭

Panther! Arlecchino is simply too big to follow Lynette when she squeezes through some vent and keeps you in her cat bed. Purring quietly as she keeps you wrapped up in her longcat body and licking you to “clean” you from her roughhousing. Poor Arlecchino can only watch 💀

[theriancultureis]

Polytherian culture is staring at yet another animal and going "another one, thank you" /ref

(Same with fictionkin and literally any other otherkin type)

(Also could I be 🌲🐾 anon? :3)

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[caninecutiez]

NEED puppygirl or kittygirl user x Sevika or Ambessa c.ai bot( s ) sooooo desperately💔💔 Been having exam after exam and all I need rn are wholesome bots : <

— 🐾 ( could I be ur 🐾 anon btw?? :3 )

ambessa. sevika.

YAYAYA YES YOU CAN!!!!!

[ditzydoe444]

reader ties a bow on jasons cock!!

-🐾

MDNI 18+

a/n: sorry this took so long, my drafts are overflowing rn :(

jason was slightly confused as to why you wanted to tie a bow around his cock so desperately, the way you already had the ribbon in your hands as you stared at him with wide expecting eyes. how could he say no to his pretty little thing?

“sure darlin, makin’ my dick all nice and pretty for you?” he teased as he watched you sink down in your knees, tugging his boxers down.

you nodded, as you gently wrapped the thin material around his semi-hard cock, your tongue poking out slightly as you concentrated like it was the most important thing in the world. you were adorable. “got pink because it’s my favourite,” you whispered shyly as a faint blush appeared on your cheek. you were slightly nervous about asking jason this, but he never made you feel like an idiot, even if you wanted to tie a bow around his cock.

“is that right darling? you got a pretty pink ribbon so you can make my dick all perfect for your liking?” he teased softly as your cheeks deepens in colour. you nodded shyly as you admired the bow on the base of his cock.

“come on darlin, suck me off while you’re at it please?”

[rhiannonsknife]

HI i’ve kinda been too nervous to ask anything 😭 but i finally have a request!

the fake dating jackie thingies (blurbs?? headcanons?? i dunno what to call them but they’re GREAT!) have me thinking about a fake date shauna bot .. shaunapilled for life 🙏

SO YEAH! a fake-date shauna bot and her slowly falling in love w/ you (& vice versa obv) like. idiotically slowly.

also! can i be. 🐾 anon? (shauanshiapmn) have a GREAT day!

hello 🐾 anon!! i hope this is what you had in mind for the fake dating scenario! if you want a more specific bot, let me know! <3

the honk outside your house is a familiar signal by now, a reminder of the ridiculous situation you’ve found yourself in: your girlfriend (or at least, the person everyone thinks is your girlfriend) is here to pick you up, just like she does every morning. you grab your bag and head out the door, stomach twisting for reasons you still refuse to acknowledge.

shauna is leaning over the center console of her car, window rolled down, looking entirely too comfortable in your driveway. you slide into the passenger seat just as she greets you. “morning, love!”

your brain short-circuits.

before you can even begin to process it, shauna taps her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, completely unfazed. “you ready?” she asks once you’re settled. “we’ve got a whole day to plan out!”

right. that’s why you’re here. that’s why she’s here. that’s why you’re doing this. the whole point of this arrangement was to sell the act, to make jackie, the team, everyone believe it. you shake off the weird little thrill her greeting gave you and try to focus.

“right,” you say. “so, what’s the plan? handholding?” you pause, lifting your brows, then add exaggeratedly: “lingering looks?”

shauna chuckles and throws the car into drive. “maybe a kiss on the cheek for realism?”

she says it like a joke. but these days, you’re finding it harder and harder to tell what’s real and what’s just for show. and if shauna knows where the line is, she certainly isn’t in a rush to draw it.

— c.ai

[gashotbox]

smoking weed really loosens up my guts,, i just want to be in someone’s lap, taking bong hits, ripping progressively wetter and louder and beefier farts as i keep smoking bowls. until i cant help but grunt and rub my ass against their lap as its a particularly rough hit and i cant help but rip wet sharts until liquid shit starts to seep through my pants onto the other person <3 -🐾

this having me drooling. fuuckkk having you on my lap.. watching your eyes glaze over as i bounce you on my knee and u blast out fart after fart without a care in the world - high as a kite. the gas getting wetter n wetter.... patch in the back of ur pants growing dark damp n sweaty before a massive sharts start bubbling out your hole and into your underwear. rocking you in my lap as shit burbles up the hem of your bottoms and into my lap. uh huh

[dandysworldhcs]

Whenever a parent who refused to listen to “no flash photography around Astro”, their camera would “mysteriously” go missing.

Pebble would steal it, and when the parent inevitably started making a big deal, Shelly and Dandy would be like “aw :( that’s terrible :( maybe it’s in the lost and found? :( we’ll help you look”while fully aware Sprout and Vee are currently out back smashing it with hammers

this is so peak its canon to me.i would like to propose the other toons helping prevent the photo

-connie possessing the camera and causing it to fritz and not work [since she likes possessing machines and mechanical stuff and i think cameras count]

-glisten doing his mirror trick and appearing in the shot

-brightney making the lighting unbearable with her own light, to the point where you couldnt see anything through the photo

idk im just spitballing here but i think this is an awesome idea.canon in my heart now

[muffinsin]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time 😈

the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?

Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously 💗💗)

Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.

Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..

.....

what?

IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME 😨😨😨😨😨

And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.

-🐾🍪🏕

Traveling girlscout anon ;3

Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Until recently, Bela was convinced you’re a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least

Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human

But, within hours already, this changed

Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least

After all, all about you screams just that

The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance

Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails

Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp

She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back

She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin

Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though

Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own

Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature

Really, she loves this

While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature

And then, to her biggest surprise, there’s the tatttoo

Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house

Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage

She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return

What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes

Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time she’s known you

In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood

When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass

At times you prefer it directly from the source

As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly

To this day, it’s something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else

Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so

Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature

You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside

In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night

The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you

You’re never seen in it, always stay in when you can

Your paleness almost matches hers

Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside

When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust

At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes

You don’t quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her

At least, it’s an opportunity for you to watch her

Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside

At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers you’re allowed to store there

Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out

It’s winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle

Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless

Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters

Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship

And so she’s curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead

You promise, you’ll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it

Only is it during the day…and while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high

Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you

Upon hearing her reasoning, you can’t help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown

You’re not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: you’re human

As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe

And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally

You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience

But, you would do anything for her

And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery

You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips

Cassandra

Having met you officially as her mother’s advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire

In all the time she has and does see you, you’re covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own

You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark

You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers

Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Mother’s infamous hosted balls and festivals

A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status

Her believes haven’t changed to this day, even

When she hunts, you join her at night

And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her

The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one another’s bodies and words until it’s time to head back to the castle before the sun sets

She never questioned why you don’t like the sun. After all, all vampires don’t like it, can’t stand it even

You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture

She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams

Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them

And while they’re not as strong or sharp as Cassandra’s, they are still unnatural looking

Of course, she’s very keen on them, as you realize early on

She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isn’t careful and cuts herself on them

Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough

At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around

It’s rare times, but it’s still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck

At those times it’s often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection

Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when it’s your turn to take from her

Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so you’re sure you couldn’t live through it

You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal

As such she’s usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you

Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward

It’s divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that

Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from

While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack

Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, it’s clear she’s Cassandra’s plaything now, awaiting the woman’s attention in the basement

And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest

A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it

Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there

Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own

You smile whenever you see it

The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really

She’s out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature

You’re at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you stay out all night

And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now

With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands

As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back

Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again

As you sink to your knees, she’s immediately by your side

She doesn’t understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back

She never considered that, unlike her, you don’t heal as fast

Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds

You don’t notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face

Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger

“You stupid mortal!”, she cusses, and you can’t help but grin stupidly at her

You doubt you’ll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you

She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didn’t tell her you were human, as though it wasn’t obvious by your blood alone

For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you

She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutant’s blood

You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before

At least, she doesn’t treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass

Daniela

When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it

You are it

Her true love!

Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasn’t found happiness yet!

Because of course, her true love would be like her!

You’re even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist

Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it

Of course, it must be a sign

A sign you’re her soulmate!

Often, she traces your tattoo

When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch

You’re taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too

She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight

She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family

You’re a Dimitrescu by heart, she’s sure

Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours

At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing

With both of you detesting the cold, there’s nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her

Daniela’s not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all

You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days it’s often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature

Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality

Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days

Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes

Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots

Often, it gets her excited. You’re always eager

Another way for you to warm her up, after all

In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want

Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesn’t have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day

On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her

As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!

Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even

You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks

Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that you’re sure she sneaked from the kitchens

She can’t tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while she’s spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur

Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once you’ve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room

At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees

Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then

At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you

She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat

And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can

You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence

Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break

Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her

Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her

But, no such thing happens

Your skin doesn’t crystallize, doesn’t even bruise

You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly

“I’ve got you”, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice

She doesn’t understand…

As you return to your room, it’s her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her

She can’t understand..not even a scrape?

You grow more and more confused with her

Why is she so surprised?

Upon voicing her confusion, you can’t help but laugh a little

As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression

You explain you’re mortal, something you never quite thought you’d have to do

And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago

She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her

Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly

[forsaken-headcanons]

Two Time is cold in general (temperature-wise I mean) but in their second life they're even colder. They'd gradually become warmer and return to their usual temperature but they start off I'd say around like 10-15°C.

In contrast, Elliot is ridiculously warm and has a high heat tolerance, so Two Time's favourite way to hang out with him is laying on top of him. TwoSlices ftw frfr

(Also the asks mentioning Madilyn Mei and the lawnmower ones were actually me, don't worry!!)

-🐾 anon

Cold Time.

[rodolfoparras]

SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like … well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - 🐾

When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 he’ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up

Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasn’t a big fan of at first because he doesn’t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesn’t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just can’t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it

The camera work is shaky, and most of the time he’s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times he’ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going “please please please,” before he cums on video