#🩸bloody masks

[balljointedblood]

my tags and what they mean.

# 🩸bloody stamps – stamps i find will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody pixels – pixels of every size will be under this tag

# 🩸bloody blinkies – blinkies i like will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody buttons – buttons will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody dividers – post or text dividers will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody pngs – various pngs will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody graphics – graphics that don’t necessarily fall under pngs will be under this tag

# 🩸bloody userboxes – userboxes will be under this tag

# 🩸bloody masks – masks for banners, profile pictures, and other things will be listed under this tag

# 🩸bloody frames – frames of varying purposes will be under this tag

# 🩸bloody resources – any posts with resources of/about any of the above will be under this tag

# 🩸bloody misc – decor that does not fall under the above categories will be posted with this tag

my “decor” tags apply to posts that have a large amount of a certain color. these are the colors i have:

red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, brown, white, black, rainbow.

divider by @ adornedwithlight .

[strawlessandbraless]

Blood-belly comb jelly my beloved ❤️ 🩸

Meet Lampocteis cruentiventer, the bloodybelly comb jelly. This deep sea ctenophore was first collected in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of San Diego, California, in 1979.

Scientists believe the bloody-belly's red belly helps mask bioluminescent light from the prey it consumes. A predator with a glowing gut could easily become prey.

The genus name Lampocteis derives from the Greek roots for “brilliant comb,” referring to the bright iridescence diffracted from the animal’s comb rows.

Love to sea it 🌊

[whateverloomis]

Scream 1996 || PØRN Masterlist (18+) ❥⁠ 

🖤 Stu Macher and Billy Loomis centered 🖤

Warnings:

• AFAB x AMAB content.

• Penetration (P in V.)

• Extreme kinks (Like knife play and bløød play.)

To view the links: If you can't access them directly from Tumblr: copy paste the link and send it to yourself through WhatsApp, text, Instagram, or any other platform where you can message yourself. It should open from there without issues.

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✧ Dilf!Billy running his bloody hands over younger fem 🩸

✧ Getting fucked by Billy from the bottom + spit play 💦

✧ Fucked from behind by Stu 👅

I feel like he'd stick his tongue out like the guy in the video and be really playful and teasy like that. Ugh!

✧ Billy fucking himself between (fem) thighs ⛓️

✧ Ghostface mask fun with Billy or Stu (or both 😇) || Images

Michael Myers is in there as a bonus for those who are into him ;)

✧ Sucking ghostfaces cock (Billy or Stu,) 🍆

✧ AFAB fucking themselves with knife in front of Billy or Stu (or both 😇) 🔪

✧ Dilf!Stu picking (fem) up while making out 💋

✧ Stully making out covered in blood 🩸

This is so fucking hot. I went insane when I saw it. It's literally them.

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I'll update this list with more content I find in the future. Submissions are welcome 💋

[konigsblog]

i hate sub könig... rough könig is where it's at! 🩸

to be choked out ‘til you're gasping for air would be a dream, right? his pace doesn't falter, rutting into your swollen, bloody pussy ruthlessly and mercilessly while you cry and shake from the pain :( his slaps are agonizingly, leaving you breathless and panting, before he knocks the air from your lungs and pounds into you!

and you're crying -- he's so, so big and it's burns, the stretch and impact of his tip against your cervix. it's all too much, and you're so tired and numb and limp that you have no choice but to take it and cry weakly, begging for more because you're a greedy slut who doesn't know their limits :(

“dirty slut,” he hisses, eyes crinkled behind the mask, “look at you--crying for more, while you can barely take what you're given. dirty thing, hase. don't you understand what you're doing to me?”

he only fucks you harder, meaner, and rougher. slamming into your hole with a painful pace, legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he rearranges your insides and completely destroys your slick and sore, drooling cunny. watching as you cry and sob and shake, pleading for more, being greedy and cumming all around his thick, girthy dick with blood and cum smeared on your thighs. :3

[sage-green-matcha]

VAMPIRE- ETHAN LANDRY 🩸

“Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire” - Olivia Rodrigo

Content includes: Blood, knife, biting, like lowkey gruesome.

<3

<3

<3

“Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise. I loved you truly, gotta laugh at the stupidity”

“Ethan?” Your eyes squinted in shock as he smiled back at you, Ghost mask face in hand. “Hi baby, you weren’t expecting that were you?” Tears filled your eyes as Tara held you close, your heart shattering at that exact moment.

“Cause I've made some real big mistakes. But you make the worst one look fine. I should've known it was strange, you only come out at night”

“You’re fucking evil! You squirmed under his touch, your face sweaty and covered in Kirby’s blood. “Don’t be mean sweet thing, I hinted at this the entire time. Don’t act stupid now” You didn’t put two and two together, it still didn’t make sense. You were blind to it, absolutely clueless. Your admiration for him got in the way and now he was the one admiring you. Blade to your throat, pretty face covered in the liquid that Ethan yearned for.

“l used to think I was smart. But you made me look so naive”

You felt so dumb, stupid. Love blinded your vision and now that you wiped your eyes it burned, bad. “There were so many signs y/n, come on” Sam shook her head “The attack? The masks? Don’t tell me you didn’t think something was up” Sam cried as Quinn slashed her arm, holding down the bloody wound. “No…” your eyes looked exhausted, too tired to fight Ethan off of you.

“The way you sold me for parts. As you sunk your teeth into me”

You squirmed as Ethan bit down on your shoulder, a loud and agonizing scream coming from your lips. “You know I like the taste of blood” Ethan mumbled, spitting out the chunk of skin he had bit from your shoulder. “What the fuck?” You felt woozy, absolutely out of it. The sight of blood made your vision blurry, feeling yourself drop to the ground.

“Bloodsucker, famefucker. Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire”

A/n: not my pookie killing me

[trash-gobby]

Ultimate Masterlist

Here is where you will find all the stories I've written along with each fandom as a header. If there are any new or old stories they can be found here. The old inventory system I had is dead. This will be the home of all content I've written or created from now on.

Fandoms

Action/Adventure

🔫 James Bond 🔫

Happiness Is a Warm Gun 🔞

All The Time In The World - *NTTD SPOILERS* 

Dario X GN!Reader - Yandere Headcanons 🔞

Dario X SadisticFem!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Drama

🏏 Heather's 🏏

Jason Dean - Yandere Headcanons 

Veronica Sawyer - Yandere Headcanons 

Horror

👽 Alien Franchise 👽

Bishop Headcanons

Bishop Headcanons - His friendship with the Colonial Marines 

First Snow on Earth 

How They Would Play Sims 2 & 4

Lance Bishop Fluff Alphabet

Dallas & J.M. Lambert Dating Headcanons

Colonial Marines W/ Virgin Reader 🔞

Scott Gorman NSFW Alphabet 🔞

William Hudson NSFW Alphabet 🔞

🎭 Behind The Mask 🎭

Leslie Vernon X GN!S/O who’s Jealous of Taylor

🎄🩸 Black Christmas 🩸🎄

Billy Lenz X Short Gothic GN! S/O

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Billy Lenz X GN!S/O - Who Hides Gifts Around The House For Him To Find!

Jess Bradford - Fluffy Dating Headcanons w/ Trans Masc!S/O

🚶The Boy 🚶

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P1

Brahms X AFAB!Reader who is overly protective of him P2

Dating Brahms Headcanons (Possessive Brahms)

Brahms X GN!Reader - Trying to Leave The House 🔞

🚀 Farscape 🚀

Moya Crew w/ Artistic S/O

🪱 The Faculty 🪱

Zeke Tyler Dating Headcanons

🚑 Flatliners 🚑

Nelson Wright X AFAB!Reader Meet at a House Party

Nelson X GN!Reader - Cuddling For The First Time

🐺 Ginger Snaps 🐺

Ginger X Fem!Reader SFW & NSFW Headcanons 🔞

Ginger Fitzgerald Headcanons 👋

🎃 Halloween 🎃

Michael with a physically & verbally affectionate s/o

Michael Myers GN!S/O with Separation Anxiety

🔥 Hellboy 🔥

Poly!Hellboy & Liz Sherman X GN!Reader Headcanons

A Long Hard Day

Nuada X Agent!Reader Headcanons

⛓️ Hellraiser ⛓️

Pinhead - Hellraiser: Headcanons

💄Jennifer's Body 💄

Jennifer Check X Male!Reader

🦇🩸Lost Boys 🩸🦇

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1, Chpt. 2

When did Max get Thorn???

David - General Headcanons

David - Fluff Alphabet

Dwayne - Headcanons

Dwayne - Fluff Alphabet

Laddie - Headcanons

Marko - Headcanons

Paul - Headcanons

Descending Angel - part one, part two

♊ Malignant ♊

Gabriel May X GN!S/O - Who Writes Him Gothic Love Poems

🥀⚰️ Mortuary ⚰️🥀

Flowers For a Grave - Paul Andrews X Fem!Reader

❣️My Bloody Valentine ❣️

Harry Warden & Billy Lenz X GN!Reader with Short Coiled Hair

Harry Warden W/ Pregnant S/O

🦇🕶️ Near Dark 🕶️🦇

Severen Van Sickle X Pinup!Reader

Severen Van Sickle NSFW Alphabet🔞

👹 Nightbreed 👹

Dr. Decker X POC Plus Size!Reader Headcanons 🔞

Decker X Plus Size POC!Reader - Darkness Is A Stitch Away

📸 🔪 Scream 🔪 📸

Billy Loomis X Fem!Reader - Comforting her after losing someone close to her

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

🚲 Stranger Things 🚲

Wipe Out

Eddie Munson - Fluff Alphabet

🥩🪝 Texas Chainsaw Massacre 🪝🥩

Christmas dinner with the Sawyer's

🌌 The Thing 🌌

R.J. MacReady NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Assimilation - Palmer X GN!Reader

Palmer - Headcanons

Science Fiction

👽💅 Earth Girls Are Easy 💅👽

Mac - Fluffy Dating Headcanons

🦖 Jurassic Park 🦖

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

�� Star Wars: The Old Republic 🌠

Two Bounty Hunters Walk Into a Guild Meeting

Superhero

☔ Umbrella Academy ☔

Luther Hargreeves X Fem!Reader - NSFW & Dating Headcanons 🔞

Fantasy

✨ Legend ✨

Wicked Game 🔞

🌊 Legend of Korra 🌊

Korra Dating Kuvira's Sibling Headcanon's

[cyberlittlekittywolf]

[DNI: MINORS & 25+ CISHET NUDES/SEXTING TRANSPHOBIA MISSGENDERING RACISM FATPHOBIA AND ANYTHING NON-CONSENSUAL]

1. INTRO IN ENGLISH:

Dexiaure/Dex/Dexie, Donnie, Demian, Dann, Na or Mein.

🐺🐾 Maned Wolf Cub (Aguará Guazú) & Calupoh WolfDog!!

🐱❄️ Snow Leopard (Panthera Uncia) & Nebelung Cat (Felis Catus)!!

Names you can use with me

(🐺🐾) Tell me puppy, little wolf, wolf, pup, dog, claws, tail, pussyboy or doggy ^_^!

(🐱❄️) Tell me kitten, feline, meow meow, prrrrrince, pussycat, spot or paws ^0^!

(🧛🏻🩸) Tell me sir, mister, master, fangs, count, general, mr. hunter, my owner, boss, lord or king! /For Dom!

(🦦🧃) Tell me little one, pretty, little fangs, good boy, honey, sunshine, little horns, little sun or my beloved boy /For sub!

(🚷🩹) Tell me piggy, sick, piece of trash, shit, slut, whore, bitch, asshole, stupid, lunatic, toy, filthy boy, donkey or dirty boy. /For humiliate!

(💉🥩) Tell me vamp, bat, little vampire, little bat, devil, crow, bloody, shadow, void, sharky, dino guy, ghost, corpse, dead, spider, ratman, mr. d, snake, dragon, monster or foxy. /For others!

In the multiverse of (fictional) personalities, I am also a demon, a vampire and others (💉🥩)

19 y.o. Switch with Dom lean, voyeur, sadomasochist, rigger, probably caregiver, brat tamer, degraded, nd (audh), ftm androgynous (ambiguous and versatile gender expression), polyamorous t4t lean (but in the end it doesn't matter what gender it is) & CHILEAN 🇨🇱 I SPEAK SPANISH, I'M SORRY FOR THE BAD TRANSLATIONS (/^\).

Alternative, emo, scene, gothic, punk, visual kei, cybergoth, etc. (I don't look like one, but I love subcultures).

2. INSTEREST:

hannibal, dexter, true crime, heavy metal, sharks, dinosaurs, neurodivergences, mental disorders/psychiatry, movies/series of everything except comedies or musicals, fanfic, webtoon, manga/manhwua/manhua, anime, collecting tiny things, serial killers, dance, art, poetry/writing, full bdsm, philosophy, thinking, and more.

Clarifications: My kinks and everything posted on this blog, do not mean that it is something necessary to do with my play partner, if my partner had hard limits regarding some of my kinks, I would respect him above all, the same if they are TW, I would also avoid bringing up the subject. For me, too, everything is valid from mutual consent, even CNC, consent is required. So if the relationship is not SSC, then I would be very concerned, first of all, about talking, respecting and understanding, okay? Do we understand each other? Very good, good boy/girl/dog/thing!

MORE KINKS, TAGS & BOUNDARIES UNDER THE CUT

3. KINKS:

Wax play, gun play, knife play, blood play, with sharp things, with whips, bandages, gags, harnesses, chains, ropes, collars, handcuffs, etc.

Sensory deprivation, spanking, T4T, bondage, self-bondage, kinbaku, role-playing, orgasm control, breath control, erotic asphyxiation, light CBT (genital torture), discipline, sadism, masochism, praise, humiliation and degradation (between light and severe), light primal play, human furniture, dehumanization, mummification, intox (alcohol, weed), maybe hypno/somno, anal stimulation, etc.

Protocol domination/submission, Master/slave, Owner/pet (petplay), power games, God/devotee, etc.

Hands, gas masks/monsters/demons/animals, latex, rubber, vore/cannibalism, hybristophilia, choking/strangling, monsterfuckers, biting, sucking, marking, hair pulling, size difference, spit/drool, double penetration, skin pinching, face fucking, rub, four legs, scratch, blows, blowjob, kiss without tongue (preferably), growl, grunt, non-penetrative sex, bathe and be bathed in a tub, sex in the dark, etc.

Kidnapping, murder, boss/employee, religious, royalty and servants/subjects, vampires, demons, monsters, unhealthy obsession, mafia, hot nerd, etc.

4. HARD AND SOFT BOUNDARIES:

Soft boundaries: Extreme CBT, Golden Shower, CNC, Foot Worship, Extreme Torture, Exhibitionism as Humiliation, Nipple Torture, Extreme pain, Ageplay, Age Gap... I can't think of any more at the moment.

HARD boundaries: Coprophilia/scat, zoophilia, exhibitionism, genital torture towards me, genital worship for both myself and another person, nudes, sexting, pedophilia, forced feminization, missgender, bodily fluids, pregnancy, incest... I can't think of any more.

[Clarifications: soft boundaries. Extreme CBT and golden showers are only towards the other person, definitely not towards me.]

TAG GUIDE

For sub post #cyberdexsub

For Dom post #cyberdexdom

For pet post #cyberdexpet

For art post #cyberdexart

For pics post #cyberdexpics

For kinky/horny post #kinkycyberdex

For vampy/bloody post (not sh) #dexcybervamp

For random things about me posts #dexie stuff🦦

For others post #dirty dex🦴, #weird dex stuff, #poetry grotesque🫀, #dex en esp 🇨🇱

(I will probably add more in the future)

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

[batnoise]

[🦇 / october 2021]

commission for @daiy, featuring @zeki-dragon! 🩸

[image ID: a shaded digital illustration featuring an anthro cat (they/he) and an anthro dragon (he/him). the cat is various browns in color, with two dark horns on their head, darker hair with seafoam green tips, and green eyes. he wears a large black coat and torn jeans with combat boots, and a cat-shaped mask sits over part of his face. they kneel in a crouching position in front of the dragon, one hand leaning on one knee, the other hand holding a bloodied machete over his shoulder, smirking while looking off screen. the dragon is behind him, taking a running swing forwards with a spiked bat. he is primarily black and red in color with white hair that runs into a mane down his back. he has piercing green eyes and looks at the viewer with a toothy grin. he wears a black and yellow varsity jacket and jeans. the two are covered in blood, presumably not their own. /end ID]

[thesightstoshowyou]

🩸BLOODFEST🩸

Week 3

Prompts: Trap(s). Ritual. Threesome. Rage

Keywords: Twisted. Fixation

Collective

- Part Three -

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Vincent Sinclair x F Reader x Asa Emory (NSFW)

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon, rope play, blood, knife play, fingering, threesome, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, the boys are meanies.

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The voice startles you both, makes you gasp and move to cover yourself, but—no, no—your arms are securely fastened behind your back. Your head whips around, gaze falling on Asa. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, black eyes reflecting the dancing candlelight.

Vincent jumps to his feet and places himself in front of you, blocking you from Asa’s sight. At least he seems appropriately upset by the intrusion. Your cheeks burn, mortified Asa has seen you like this. How long has he been standing there?

Asa holds out his hand in a placating gesture. “I asked to see your process, did I not? The entire process.” A moment of silence passes. You watch Vincent’s back carefully, your eyes growing wide when his tense shoulders relax a little, his posture losing its vexation. Asa continues, “I had hoped you would be open to constructive criticism.”

More quiet, more careful weighing of words. Fire snaps, the boiler hisses, wax bubbles in its pot. Christ, he can’t be considering—

With measured steps, Vincent moves to the side, revealing you to Asa’s scrutinizing gaze once again. “Vincent!” you beg, but he holds up a finger, silencing you.

Asa pushes away from the door and strolls over to where you sit, defenseless, on the mattress. Your chest rises and falls in rapid, anxious breaths, your heart slamming itself against your ribs. Is he going to touch you? Will he hurt you?

“The piece,” he’s talking about you, “Shows vulnerability. Fragility. But, I feel it’s missing….” His hand slips from his pocket as he produces the knife, thumb easing the blade free until steel glints under flickering candlelight, “Color.”

“Vince, please…” you beg, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Shhh,” Asa coos as he crouches down before you. He reaches out, calloused, scarred fingers tracing your cheek and snaking into your hair to grip the side of your face, holding you in place. Vincent watches intently and leans forward slightly to get a better view.

“Red,” Asa murmurs, “Gives much needed emotion to a piece.” The knife tip presses just under your collar bone, drags through your flesh until you shriek and sob. Asa’s thumb digs roughly into your cheek when you attempt to twist away from the pain. Crimson wells up under the blade and spills down your chest, staining the wax in violent scarlet, like some kind of twisted ritual.

Beside you, Vincent’s breaths shudder behind the mask. You struggle to reign in your own frantic breathing lest to succumb to pure panic. Asa’s eyes leave your face to admire the trickling of blood. Gently, he dips his fingers in red and traces them across your belly, your hip, painting you.

Next, he wets his whole palm with blood and wraps it around your throat. A perfect, scarlet handprint stains your neck when Asa lifts his hand away and Vincent nods excitedly in agreement. Asa ignores him, not yet finished.

“Open,” he instructs, smearing your lips with tangy iron. Tears spill down your cheeks as you hesitantly part your lips to accept the metallic fingers. They stroke your tongue and push into your throat until you gag. Blood-tinged spit dribbles down your chin and splatters onto your chest to join the mess coating your skin.

“Good girl,” Asa whispers, fingers finally vacating your mouth. You suck in a startled gasp when he leans forward and crushes his lips to yours. His tongue replaces bloody digits and laves against your own, overwhelming you with the taste of cigarettes and mint and blood, always blood. His teeth tug on your lip and the moan that bubbles up from your throat brings more burning heat to your cheeks.

This is the kiss you wanted from Vincent….

Asa pulls back and holds you in place with the hand in your hair when you try to follow. The corner of his bloody mouth curls up in a grin as he surveys your half-lidded eyes and swollen lips, parted and painted with scarlet.

“I think you were meant to beg for something, correct?” he murmurs, deep voice huskier now. You blink and attempt to come back to yourself. You’d almost forgotten about Vincent hovering next to the bed.

“P-please,” your voice breaks. You try again, “Please Vince. Touch me?” You look up at him, needy tears clinging to your lashes. He’s nearly trembling on the spot, so enraptured by the display, wholly fixated on the ardent painting Asa has made of your skin. Hastily he kneels, grips your hips, pulls you to the edge of the bed.

The knife slips under the band of your underwear and saws through the fabric. You’re completely bare now and both men can see how you glisten in the flickering light. Vincent wastes no time, dexterous fingers sliding over your folds and brushing your clit before sinking in deep to ease the ache.

Asa grips your face when you keen. He twists your head so you’re looking directly at him as he seats himself next to you on the mattress. His nose brushes yours, lips hovering just inches away, teasing, your panting breaths and desperate moans—are they for him or Vincent—washing over his face.

Your hips buck, Vincent curling his digits until your eyes clench shut. Shamelessly, you hump his hand, dizzy with heat, desire, confusion. You shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want his hands on you, but you think you’ll die if he stopped touching you now.

Your thighs tense, your hands balling into fists, toes curling in anticipation. “Vince, I’m gonna—

“Manners,” Asa chides, his grip on your face tightening. Your eyes widen, breath stuttering in your chest. Oh no, you’re so close, burning tightness deep in your belly about to implode, can you stop it in time?

“P-Please! Please, I need-can I please—

“Please, Sir,” he corrects causally, like you’re not about to cream all over Vincent’s fingers any second. If he would just slow down a little….

“Please SIR, god I can’t hold it, pleasecanIcum—

“Please, Sir, may I cum?” he instructs and you cry out in frustration.

“I CAN’T—

It’s too late. You bow forward as much the rope and Asa’s grip on your face will allow, walls clenching on Vincent’s pistoning fingers, euphoria roiling in your gut. The knowledge that you fucked up is almost a distant memory in the wake of such pleasure.

But not for long.

Fingers dig into your hair and tug you upright, a frail whimper falling from your panting mouth. Cracking open your teary eyes, you timidly peer up at Asa. His mask of indifference hasn’t shifted, but there’s something glinting there in his dark gaze. Something eager.

“Untrained,” he comments, then looks to Vincent. “There’s a simple enough fix if you’re willing to put in the time.”

The knife returns, slips past your parted lips, blade tapping against your teeth as the flat edge settles on your tongue. You freeze, wide eyes flicking from Vincent to Asa and back again. What if he slips, what if he pushes deeper? Not there, please not there….

“Proper incentive is key. Let’s try that again.” Asa nods to Vincent. A delighted snicker slips from behind the wax mask. Your mouth goes dry. There will be no mercy from either of them, you realize, when Vincent scoots closer to you, his shoulders hunched with barely contained exhilaration.

It reminds you of how he looks when he’s working on a new project.

Vincent curls his skilled fingers once again and the whine that leaves you is distorted by the steel seated in your mouth. Your back is ramrod straight, every muscle focused on keeping you still to prevent the knife from slipping. You’re almost thankful for Asa’s hold on your jaw.

Still, past trepidation and dismay, pleasure blooms in your belly. Your eyelids flutter, displacing tears until they’re streaking familiar paths down your face. Unable to swallow, the saliva pooling in your cheeks spills down your chin. Damn those fingers, damn him, damn them both….

Close, fuck, you’re getting close, you need to ask for permission, but you’re terrified to speak. You look to Asa, pleading with your eyes, but he merely smirks in response. Minutely, his head tips to the side like he’s waiting for you to risk speaking.

Are sliced gums preferable to more of Asa’s discipline?

You decide they are.

You try to ask properly—please Sir, may I cum—but your speech is slow and garbled as you attempt to keep your tongue from touching the blade. Hurry, hurry up, you’re climbing the precipice too quickly, please Vincent just slow down for one fucking second!

“I didn’t catch that,” Asa taunts, leaning in to hear you better. You sob and turn your pleading gaze to Vincent. He doesn’t stop his assault on your cunt, choosing instead to circle your oversensitive clit with his thumb until you choke on a shout.

Desperation takes hold and you force yourself to speak clearer, heedless of the knife, “Pleashh Shhir, mnay I cuh!” Your face burns in humiliation and ire, messy chest heaving, spit dribbling onto your belly, twitching muscles pulled taut to keep you from careening over the edge.

Asa chuckles and releases your jaw to condescendingly pat your cheek. “That’s a good girl. You may.”

Instantly, your vision whites out, eyes rolling back, a scream ripping from your throat when your walls ripples around Vincent’s fingers. Thankfully, you have the presence of mind not to tip forward lest you impale the back of your throat.

A trembling gasp brings you back to reality. You ache, the intensity of the last climax still prickling across your flesh. Finally, you feel the knife slip from your mouth. Asa tilts your head up again and you crack open damp eyes to peer up at him.

“You’re a quick learner,” he purrs and some annoying part of you relishes in the praise. Gently, Asa wipes the blood and tears and drool from your face with his sleeve. He orders you to stick out your tongue so he can assess for injury. You’re too exhausted to do anything but comply.

Vincent withdraws his dripping fingers and you whimper, slumping against Asa’s solid frame. You flex your tingling hands, only now realizing you’ve lost feeling in all your limbs.

“Vince…my arms…” you mumble. Vincent stands to pet your hair, but doesn’t move to untie you. You frown and glance up at him. The room is too dark to see the good eye behind the mask.

Asa hums in understanding, a breathy laugh leaving him. You lift your head, looking questioningly from Asa to Vincent.

They can’t be serious….

Realization hits like a punch in the gut and you shake your head in protest, but Vincent is already digging his fingers into your hips and flipping you onto your front. Your babbled pleas fall on deaf ears, Vincent’s eager cock already lining up with your slippery entrance. The scream you loose when he buries every inch in your cunt is deafening, even to you.

“It seems the lesson is not quite finished, pet.”

[heylittleriotact]

🩸WIP Wednesday🩸

I was tagged by @xxnashiraxx and @preciouslittlebhaalbae and I come bearing VIOLENCE on this day.

I was writing this whole ass BG3 thing this one time and I've been taking a break and picking away at the parts I want to write the most, and this is part of one of them if anyone is amused by the idea of having an archfey shaped piece of chaos interjecting themselves into the Cazador fight.

“And get me the hell out of here!”  Echo was already calling magic to her, preparing to Misty Step across the stone dais - time was of the essence, that much was clear. The incantation was halfway past her lips when she halted, distracted by the sound of long claws scrabbling over polished stone.  Cazador was apparently just as surprised by this as she, because he turned at the sound and snarled at the werewolf that had just skidded around the corner and came into view at the top of the stairs.  “These intruders slaughtered your siblings in your absence!” He jabbed his staff towards where Echo and the others stood. “But you may make up for your failure yet: destroy them!”  The werewolf, smaller and lighter in colouring than the others, sniffed the air and rose on its haunches to better catch the scent of her prey. Her eyes glowed fiery orange, and her powerful muscles flexed as her primal glare locked on Echo, her claws gouging marks into the floor as if it were butter. A deep growl rumbled through her chest and through her jagged fangs and Echo felt real terror at the sound.  “Gale…” she muttered as quietly as she could to the wizard at her side, not daring to break eye contact with the wolf. “Please tell me you’ve still got something up your sleeve that’ll reduce that thing to a pile of ash?” “And then some.”  Echo grimaced at the sound of squealing stone under razor sharp claws: it was like the stone itself was screaming out in agony.  “What are you waiting for?!” Cazador screamed. “Kill them! I command it!”  The other wolves were feral in their bloodlust: they hadn’t hesitated for a moment before attacking. Why wasn’t this one? The werewolf gnashed her jaws, sending thick beads of slobber sailing through the air, and a horrific, wet tearing sound filled the chamber. Echo didn’t realize what it was at first or where it was coming from, but her stomach lurched when it dawned on her that the wolf was making that sickening noise.  It twisted and arced in place, grunting ferociously as stitches snapped with soggy pops, and flesh strained and ripped, sending clumps of light gray fur adrift in the tomblike air.  Echo watched on in horror as Cazador continued to bellow orders at the creature and it continued to undulate and squirm like a birthing Gnoll. She flinched back an entire pace when a bloody hand burst out of a torn seam and started pulling at the werewolf’s skin from the outside, freeing another hand moments later, and with a final tremendous tear, the skin tore completely and sagged down to the waist of the parasite inside of it.  It was a monster - gore-slicked and blood drenched, its long hair hanging in wet sticky ropes stained red; its face a stern mask of perfectly calibrated murder. Lightning sparked from its eyes, glistening over the slick muscles of its lithe arms.  This monster belonged on an ancient battlefield, slaughtering an efficient and brutal path to victory - completing whatever joyless and wrathful task was asked of it to keep its benefactor - its beloved - safe: the historically avowed champion of the Benevolent Spring Tiding, Lady Lillian, compelled by ruthless and violent purpose. It could be here for only one reason.

[headmates-for-you]

Can we get a subsys of 6 based off any of the moodboards hosted on @ventynonny :o (Fictives pref but brainmades work to!!)

bonus 7th since we were stuck between 2 options for one of the boards

-🅱️ and 🪓

if you need help with Klaus's sub sys, you're more than welcome to come back

T/CW: skulls, blood, creepy imagery, needle emoji

Name(s): Sigma

Age(s): chrono 3, trans 22-25

Pronouns: he/him, it/its

Gender(s): agender

Orientation(s): gay

TransID(s): transage, transageslider, transcreation, transilliterate, transused, transgangster, transmanipulated, transharmed, goldamian, metalscentic

Source(s): moodboard based, Bungou Stray Dogs

Paras: hybristophilia, timophilia

Emoji signoff: ���🃏 or 🪧🎰

Positive trigger(s): casinos, slot machine noises

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Misaki

Age(s): 19-20

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): gay but doesnt want to admit it

TransID(s): transarsonist, transfollower, transleader, transskater, transscarred, transworshiper, transtsundere

Source(s): moodboard based, K Project

Paras: pyrophilia, mild hybriphilia

Emoji signoff: 🪧🔥 or 🪧🛹

Positive trigger(s): Saruhiko, skateboarding, fire

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Klaus

Age(s): 34

Pronouns: he/him, they/them

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): gay

TransID(s): transcultleader, transworshiped, transloved, transharmed, transharmful, transmedium, transpowers, transreplaced, transC-PTSD, transsubsubsystem (has a subsystem from source childhood trauma), transspiritual, transfaith, transthief, transhomeless

Source(s): moodboard based, Umbrella Academy

Paras: spectrophilia, consang

Emoji signoff: 🪧👻 or 🪧💎

Positive trigger(s): oujia boards, shoplifting

Other: scared of graveyards, doesn't like the number 4

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Pinkamena, Raina

Age(s): chrono 26, trans ageless

Pronouns: she/her, it/its, rain/bow, chain/saw

Gender(s): genderless

Orientation(s): aromantic pansexual

TransID(s): transage, transmonster, transkiller, transmurderer, transbaker, transsweetheart, transgenderless, transsinger, permahappy, permasmiling 

Source(s): moodboard based, Creepypasta

Paras: haemotophilia

Emoji signoff: 🪧🌈 or 🪧🧁

Positive trigger(s): Smile song, cupcakes

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Ben

Age(s): 15-26 ageslider

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, glitch/glitches, thing/things, virus/viruses

Gender(s): male-ish

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transgender?, transkiller, transvirus, transvirtual, transgame, transworld, transera, transdead, transghost

Source(s): moodboard based, Creepypasta

Paras: zoophilia, erotophonophilia, vigiliaphilia

Emoji signoff: 🪧🎮 or 🪧💻

Positive trigger(s): Legend of Zelda, wearing masks

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Toga

Age(s): 16

Pronouns: she/her, 🩸/🩸’s, 💉/💉’s

Gender(s): trans female

Orientation(s): pan

TransID(s): transgender, transkiller, transvillain, transOLD, permateen, transvampire

Source(s): moodboard based, My Hero Academia

Paras: haemotophilia, opophilia, hybriphilia, hybristophilia

Emoji signoff: 🪧🩸 or 🪧💉

Positive trigger(s): vampires, people/characters she’s crushing on

Faceclaim: 

OR

Name(s): Choso

Age(s): 22

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transolderbrother, transobsessive, transharmful, transharmed, transevil, transkiller, transvillain, transpowers, transcurse, transdemon, permaprotective

Source(s): moodboard based, Jujutsu Kaisen

Paras: consang, autoimlaphilia, autoaptophilia

Emoji signoff: 🪧🩸 or 🪧⛓

Positive trigger(s): bloody noses, body’s hair in pigtails, source

Faceclaim: 

[acapelladitty]

Sandman Bloodborne AU 🩸🔪

Also posted over on AO3

The stench of smoke and cooking flesh ran rampant through the air as local hunters celebrated a victory over a beast a few streets away, their celebratory roast of the monstrous flesh ridding the corpse of its scourge. The night of the hunt was long and men took solace in the small victories. A kill here. An immolation there. Enough for the blood lust to be satiated and pride to bloom in their chests.

Hidden amongst the shadows, far away from the flames, two beings were careful to keep their shared presence to a minimum but no less messy.

Hob Gadling tilted his head away as the Corinthian claimed his bloodied prize from the fallen Vileblood. The fingers of the great nightmare moved with grim precision, plucking the eyes and slipping them to plump lips which lay just beneath the metal veneer which covered his upper features.

Blood. Fear. Desire. Insight.

This had proven to be a particularly delicious kill as the fresh corpse possessed a history of vile cruelties which they enacted upon many unfortunate humans, many of them from the damned Hemwick village.

Stood to attention once more, the Corinthian watched with mild fascination as Hob inhaled the scent of fresh blood like a familiar bouquet. He could see it, the way the blood called to the young hunter like an old friend and he smirked as Hob visibly inhaled deeply through his mouth to minimise the temptation.

"As the champion hunters of Lord Morpheus," the Corinthian stood to his impressive height as he wiped the residual drops of blood from his twin Blades of Mercy - named in jest from a flippant comment by his Lord - on the edge of his robe, "you truly do not appreciate the gifts our Lord has to offer." He continued with a slight goading tilt of his head.

Clearly still rattled by the unexpected appearance of the nightmare - even if it could do him no harm - Hob's bloodstained fingers were quick to palm the hilt of his moonlit sword with a shake of his shaggy head.

"I imbibe the blood, but the eyes don't interest me. I've seen enough, and Morpheus has not asked that I develop my insight. The danger is too great."

"Human weakness. A shame, then. The ones who succumb to the madness of the vileblood have wonderful sights to share. Delicious in their blasphemies. I know our Lord has tasked you with eradicating the escaped menace of Hemwick witches but they also know how to have a good time if you dare to indulge sweet Delirium and her frenzied daughters."

The Corinthian flashed a brilliant red-stained smile, his ocular teeth as obscured as ever by the steel crow-shaped mask.

-----

As the familiar looming doors of the throne room swam into view, a shudder rolled through the Corinthian's spine as freely as his lace-edged cape flowed across his shoulders. His Lord's voice rolled through the air, carrying through the very molecules like it belonged there.

"Fear the blood, Desire. Your influence will push them beyond the ability to dream and further into the arms of our dear sister, Delirium. And there, neither you nor I will be able to reach them. Fear the blood which you spread so freely, sibling of mine."

Ah.

The Dream Lord appeared to be entertaining one of his kin; Desire, Child of Appetite and Twin of Despair. The inner machinations of his Lord's relationships with the other great children remained a mystery to him, but Desire often sparked a true irritation within his Lord which often led to further delightful bloodshed on his part.

"Your delicious little pet awaits you, brother." Desire's warm tones, so unlike Dream's, swept through the air in a similar fashion regardless. "We may yet save our hunger for another night."

The Corinthian's heart jerked as he became an unwilling participant in their conversation, his mind fluttering with memories of each Vileblood he had consumed. Desire acted as their unofficial patron and their wrath was not to be scoffed at. One who scoffed at a Great Child would not be laughing for long; and that included one with as much power as he.

Regardless, the doors opened with the slightest of creaks and he did not hesitate to walk through. Weakness was not sewn into his being and it served him no benefit. His mask sitting heavily atop his face, he was thankful regardless for what little protection it offered.

Dropping to his knees as he approached the raised pedestal of the throne room, the constant presence of his eldritch Dream Lord enveloped the Corinthian like an ocean, lapping at his clothed skin and filling his lungs with every shaky breath as invisible eyes took stock of his bloodied state.

"May I witness you, Dream Lord Morpheus?"

"You may." The disembodied voice rang out, each syllable taut and measured as the grave as Dream acquised to indulging his most deadly nightmare with a physical form.

In a blink, the blackened throne was filled by a familiar but no less imposing presence. The inky hair of Lord Morpheus stood in all directions and the deep void of the robes which wrapped around his thin frame swirled and twinkled like the evening sky.

"To what do I owe this visit, my Corinthian, Blade of the Nightmare."

"I request permission to move against the School of Mensis." The Corinthian purred, standing from position to move towards his Lord with a serpentine gait, the allure of his physical form proving too difficult to resist. "The people of the Unseen Village speak of a monster he has crafted to challenge your rule. An abomination known as the One Reborn. I will bring you its many eyes for the disrespect while your shaggy-haired Hunter continues his pursuit of the Hemwick harridans."

The laugh of the Dream Lord is low and the Corinthian basks in it with pure delight for only a moment before schooling his features back to a familiar neutrality.

"You would move to kill that fool Micolash for such a lowly and petty show of disrespect? We both know his abomination could never hope to hold the true power of an Old One."

"I would kill him for less." The Corinthian smirked back before remembering himself and offering a slight bow. "With your permission of course, my Lord."

"Indeed." Dream hummed. His marble fingers rose from the arm of the chair to beckon sweetly. "Regardless, remove your helm and join me by my throne, my nightmare. It will please me to hold these discussions of your intentions with your true face and not this crow-like veneer you adopt as part of your games."

The Corinthian snatched his helm from his head with an undignified speed as his feet carried him swiftly to his Lord, his hardened heart fluttering at the close proximity.

[whateverloomis]

I just came up with a good idea for a prompt. So basically #5 on the list but maybe make it a vampire AU?

Essentially everything’s the same with Billy and Stu but the only difference is they are both vampires. Like a vampire Ghostface 👀

And only because I enjoy it, extra bloody 🩸

Anon, this idea is crazy and I absolutely love it. Buckle up because this one is a wild ride 😈

Prompt: "Is that... Blood?"

Warnings: Reader has pre-determined clothing, reader has pre-determined desires and likings, AFAB reader, SMUT, period sex, BLOOD, and lot's of it, lot's of juicy plot, teasing, vampire bites, infidelity, making out, some Stully action, unedited. If I missed anything else lmk!

Reader: They/them pronouns (highlighted in bold,) AFAB

Word count: 5k (I went insane with this one, okay?)

It was bad enough with Casey Becker and Steve Orth getting murdered, now there's reports of people disappearing and found dead, bitten in multiple parts of their bodies and completely drained.

The police says that the bite marks weren't big enough to fit the description of maybe a bear or wolf. Neither of those animals drain the blood out of their pray either, which automatically discards them from the suspected killer creature. The case was more complicated than it sounded. It wasn't as simple as to pin it on a random animal and call it a day, those were serious murders and the amount of people that were disappearing from Woodsboro was alarming.

Some people started speculating and coming up with crazy theories. Sending in reports with the descriptions of some kind of a specific white mask that looked like a ghost, but it was decorated with fangs in it's mouth. There were also reports of two individuals spotted running around fields at unnatural speeds.

It was easy to come up with those kinds of things. People were desperate for an answer. Losing a loved one and knowing that others were at risk was terrifying. It was understandable, but complete insanity at the same time. The town seemed to be going collectively crazy.

"What if there are vampires out there... It sounds crazy but there have been reports of very similar cases in many other places outside of Woodsboro." Tatum questioned, that time around sounding more serious than previous. Randy scoffed at her comment and stood up. It looked like he was going to tell a speech or something.

"Listen, this started off as a typical slasher movie and now we're mixing Dracula with it? C'mon guys! It doesn't make sense! It's like believing aliens exist or something-" - "Aliens do exist man, I saw a UFO once. It was insane." Stu added and Randy looked at him in disbelief of his stupidity level. "This isn't a game, Stu. I bet you were high as fuck when you saw it." - "Correction, I was drunk, therefore no hallucinating was involved. It was definitely a UFO." Stu said, 100% convinced.

"I believe you, Stu." you answered and Stu pointed at you. "Hah, see?!" Stu said excitedly and you laughed softly, clearly leading the boy on to mess with Randy.

"YN, you're not helping my case here." Randy said and you shrugged, rolling your eyes playfully. "Listen, going back to the main topic here. These murders are definitely strange. Bite marks? And they don't even seem like it was an animal that made them? Something's off." You said, "Plus it'd be kinda hot to have vamps running around." you continued. "I second that." Tatum said with a smirk on her face.

Billy and Stu looked at each other, devious smiles on their faces that only you saw. Billy quickly shot a glare at you and you looked away, sudden goosbumps taking over your body.

"You're insane. If you guys want to be delusional and believe that nonsense go ahead, but there's a logical explanation to this. I just need more time to figure it out." Randy said and Billy sighed, annoyed at the boys rambling. "That's nice and all, but I have a class to attend." - "Billy, you're like 15 minutes late." Sidney said, slightly concerned at his carelessness. He looked at her and gave her a quick kiss, reassuring her that it's not a big deal.

You felt a pang of jealousy at the sight.

Billy's a player. He had been cheating on Sidney for months with you and he even told you that he didn't have feelings for Sidney anymore. He admitted that he was developing feelings for you and you were definitely falling for him too, but it was complicated. Billy kept telling you he couldn't break it off with Sid because she was hurt and vulnerable because of her mother's death. That he needed to find the right time, but it was starting to affect you emotionally. The pain was overwhelming at times and Billy had promised you he wouldn't display any form of affection towards Sidney in front of you. That promise was broken. He walked past you and gave you a loving stare. Despite the hurt you couldn't help but feel the overwhelming love that radiated from him.

Then there was Stu. You also had a relationship with him behind Tatum's back. She had dated your ex for a while after he cheated on you and broke your heart, so you hooked up with Stu as revenge, but things escalated and even if the feelings weren't nearly as strong as they were for Billy there was definitely something developing.

All three of you knew about each other and it had slowly become a triangle. It was a complicated mess, but it was yours and you didn't plan on breaking it off any time soon.

The boys didn't display any kind of behavior that revealed their truth. That revealed that they were vampires. They had been feeding non-stop, (hence the multiple murders,) to keep themselves calm and collected around you. It was very difficult at times, though. You smelled so sweet and they had been tempted multiple times to taste you. Relish in your sweet blood and make you theirs forever. It consumed them at times, but they couldn't ruin your life like that. Having eternal life wasn't a choice for both of them and it was difficult at times to process that reality. They didn't want to do anything to hurt you, yet they needed you. It was painful. It was torture.

•

"He broke a promise Stu, a promise is a promise." you explained as the boy listened carefully. As you spoke about how hurt you were about Billy kissing Sidney in front of you, Stu was trying to figure out how to comfort you without exposing his and Billy's plan about killing Sidney Prescott, and much less them being vampires.

"I understand that you're upset baby but you know he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. He loves you, YN." - "I just don't understand why he can't break it off with Sidney already. They're nothing at this point." You replied instantly and Stu sighed, seeming defeated. "It's a complicated subject YN, you know this. I can't speak for Billy, but I can guarantee that he's handling this the right way. The kiss was clearly to calm her down and not have her after his ass bitching about being 15 minutes late to class. You know how it is, hm?" He said as he scanned your face. You looked at his blue eyes and couldn't help but get lost in them. It was as if there was some kind of force convincing you that you were overreacting. That you needed to be patient, even if you had been feeling it decrease rapidly.

"You're right." The words slipped right out of your mouth, almost as if you didn't even think about saying them. You just spoke. "I know he wouldn't hurt me on purpose I just..." You stopped yourself. You felt greediness consume you. Felt selfish about what you wanted to admit to your boyfriend, but you needed to let it out. "C'mon babe, you can talk to me." Stu said, his voice soft despite his usual goofy nature. "I just want him to myself already. Sidney doesn't deserve him, all she does is bitch at him over her mother and think about herself. I think about him. Care about him. About you. About us." You said and tried your hardest to keep the tears from falling out of your eyes. You hated how vulnerable you were at the moment, but you also knew Stu was there for you. He loved you even if you had a completely different relationship with him.

Stu let out a breathy laugh and cupped your face. He gave you a lingering kiss and ran his hand down your arm soothingly. "You have us, YN. Stop worrying so much. Everything will fall in place sooner than you think." He reassured and you smiled at him softly. Despite him being an ass and goof ball, Stu was easy to talk to and so magnetic. You couldn't get enough of him. "Now c'mon, let's go meet up with Randy and Tatum, we don't want them thinking we were making out or something." He said suggestively, a smirk adorning his face. You rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his arm, "Later, I'm still sad." - "Ugh, fine." Stu replied and walked away with you, spanking your ass along the way.

•

After having an impromptu hang out at the mall with Stu, Tatum and Randy that day, you felt a bit better about the incident with Billy. It was only a temporary fix that lasted until you got to your dorm though.

After a few hours of trying to distract yourself with assignments and reading, your emotions started to consume you once more. You sat on your bed with a few movie tapes in your hands to choose from, and of course they were horror movies. They provided a strange sense of comfort and also reminded you of Billy and all those nights you watched scary movies those first few days of your relationship, ending up tangled between the sheets. You couldn't get enough of each other.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize Billy was knocking on your window. You looked at him in surprise and set the tapes down on your dresser before opening the window for him.

"Hey." He whispered before letting himself in. You closed the window and shut the curtains before turning around to face him. "What are you doing here?" You asked firmly and Billy gave you a confused look. "What am I... What's wrong?" He asked, immediately sensing that you were upset. "You know what's wrong." You said and walked past him. Billy followed you with his eyes, your delicious scent hitting his nose immediately. You were fertil and he knew it was going to be difficult to pay attention to your words, but he had to try. For you. For your relationship. "I don't, can you explain what happened? Please?" He asked, fully attentive. You sat on the edge of the bed and he followed your actions, sitting next to you. His thigh touched yours and he was searching for your eyes desperately.

"You kissed Sidney in front of me today." You explained and looked at him seriously. Billy widened his eyes, concern written all over his face. "Fuck... Baby, I'm. I didn't realize, I wasn't thinking ab-" - "Yeah, exactly. That's the problem. You weren't thinking about it." You interrupted and stood up, facing him. "Do you even care about the things that I say to you? It was a simple request. You said it wouldn't be complicated yet you-" You stopped yourself, exhaling to try and calm yourself. Your heart rate was accelerating and Billy could hear the blood pumping in your veins. His pupils dilated slightly at the realization but he couldn't let himself act on any urges. He had to stay focused. "YN, please. You're the only person I care about. Your words are the only ones that matter to me-" - "Well you sure aren't acting like it, Loomis. It sure seemed like you wanted to kiss h-" - "Don't go there." Billy interrupted, sudden anger taking over him. "I love you and only you. I only want you. I just have to keep Sidney in the loop a bit longer, and I didn't want her on my case s-" - "So you used it as a distraction. Yeah, Stu explained it to me." You finished his sentence and he bit his lip in thought. "You went to Stu about this?" He asked, you couldn't detect any emotions coming from him along with the question. "Yes. I was upset and angry. I didn't want to talk to you because I knew I'd end up arguing, which would've made this whole situation worse." Billy nodded and stood up, towering over you. "I'm sorry baby, it won't happen again." He said softly and placed his hand on your cheek. "You have every right to be mad, and if you need space I understand completely, just tell me what you need, okay? I can't stand knowing that you're mad at me." he continued and placed his hand on your neck, running his thumb over your pulse point. He felt the throb of your vein and closed his eyes to contain himself before moving his hand down your arm. "I don't need space, Billy. I need you to keep your promises. I need you to show me that you really care." You said and he exhaled softly. "I do care," the boy paused and sat down on the edge of your bed again, pulling you towards him. "And i'll make it up to you, okay?" He continued and pulled you, sitting you on his lap. "I'll even go to Stu's stupid party tomorrow, and when everyone leaves it'll be just us three, nobody else." Billy finished and kissed your nose. You couldn't help but smile and kiss his lips softly. It had been a while since the three of you spent time together with nobody else around. You missed it. Missed them. "Okay, deal." You whispered before kissing him again, prolonging it.

Billy felt like he was gonna go insane with you on his lap, kissing him like you were. You tasted so sweet on his tongue, your touch felt electric and he swore that he could've came just by you grinding against his hard cock. He had to feed or else he was going to hurt you.

As much as he wanted to fuck you and devour you, Billy had to control himself. He came up with a cheap excuse to leave your room that night and fed on one of the girls from your dorm. The poor woman was walking towards the building alone, and Billy launched at her. He practically dragged her to the back of the building and pinned her against the wall, brutally biting her neck with his sharp K9s, drinking her dry in a matter of minutes. The last thing she saw was a white ghost face mask with fangs before he left her there. Another corpse to be found the next day that was sure to create more drama in the news.

•

"Samantha?! I literally saw her that night before she left to the drive in." You told Tatum who broke the news about another one of the many bodies that were found drained that weekend. You remembered that Billy left at around the same hour the incident happened. You thought maybe he had seen something. That he could provide some useful information so you met Billy at the benches behind the college campus, which was very secluded and gave him a soft smile when you saw him walking towards you. "Hey." You said, your tone soft and sweet. Billy smirked at you and placed his hand on your hip, "Hey baby." he greeted and kissed you tenderly. "Did you hear about Samantha?" You asked him, worry coating your words. Billy visibly stiffed but kept his cool with his facial expressions. "No, what happened?" He asked, expertly pretending that he was clueless. "She got killed the same day you came over to talk... I was just wondering if you saw something when you left. We weren't friends or anything but... Billy, I'm kinda scared." You admitted and he frowned, pulling you into a comforting hug. If only you knew he was trying to keep you safe. To keep you alive and well. To keep your love for each other growing. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, you hear me? Nothing." He said firmly. You pulled away and looked at his eyes. He was dead serious and you immediately felt comfort. You knew Billy would do anything for you, just like you would do anything for him. You thought back to that night when he suggested you guys staying over at Stu's, and with the incident it seemed like it was the best option for everyone.

"Awh, look at you love birds." Stu said walking towards you guys. "Keep it down, would you?" Billy said, annoyed at his friend being so verbally open. "Oh c'mon, it's just us here, lighten up." Stu replied and hugged you from behind. You looked at him over your shoulder and he kissed you. "That's my baby." He cood and you couldn't help but giggle at his words. Billy stood there in front of you guys, his eyes roaming your body and observing how you behaved with Stu. He couldn't deny that he liked seeing you two being so affectionate with each other. "You want a kiss too?" Stu asked Billy teasingly and the boy rolled his eyes, annoyance written on his face. "Take a hike." he said and Stu laughed. "I love you too."

You laughed at their interaction. Stu was undeniably attracted to Billy but the boy was hard to read. Your relationship kept growing by the minute and you wouldn't be surprised if they ended up having some kind of dynamic in the future.

"You guys coming to my fiesta tonight?" Stu asked and Billy raised at eyebrow. "Yeah, we're staying over." He said, pointing at you and then at himself. Inviting you without a care. "Well shit, okay." Stu said teasingly, releasing a breathy laugh. Billy smirked then looked at you. Tension was surrounding the air around you and you blushed as a consequence.

•

Stu's house was packed. There were people you didn't even recognize hanging out and you were determined to go to the pool to avoid as many people as you could.

As you approached the back doors that lead to your desired destination, Tatum, Stu and Sidney were already in the pool, close to the steps. Stu and Tatum were in the water trying to convince Sidney to get all the way in as she complained about it being too cold.

"Mind if I join?" You asked, already taking your cover up dress off. You had a blood red colored bikini on that hugged your body perfectly. Your tits were on display, the slightest bit of under boob was visible and the cheeky bottoms made your ass pop out.

"Looking hot YN, you're gonna have to tell me where you got that bikini later." Tatum said, a genuine smile on her face. Despite her dirty move with your ex she was an honest girlie, which you appreciated despite your resentment. "You've got that right babe." Stu answered and stuck his tongue out. Tatum rolled her eyes playfully, not knowing that her boyfriend's usual flirting wasn't casual in the slightest.

You dipped your toes and widened your eyes. "What the fuck guys, the water is cold." you agreed with Sidney and sat next to her, trying to get half of your body used to the temperature first. "Oh c'mon guys! Get in!" Tatum shouted and pulled Sidney by her legs, the girl releasing a yelp before sliding all the way in the pool. Stu walked towards you and picked you up by the waist and over his shoulder, walking deeper into the water. "No! Stop it!" You said playfully and Stu released you, the cool water hugged your body and the shock of temperature felt good in a torturous way. As you floated up, you took a deep breath and hit Stu on his bicep playfully. "Asshole." - "Oh don't be a cry baby." He said and you rolled your eyes. "Hey, where's Billy?" You whispered at the boy and he smirked at you, "Mmm you want him to see you in this little bikini of yours?" Stu replied teasingly and played with the straps of your top. You smiled teasingly and flicked his hand. "Relax, he's getting us some beer from the garage."

A few minutes later Billy walked out with a six pack in his hands. "There's my booyy, and he brought just enough for everyone." Stu cheered and winked at you. The girls walked out to grab their drinks and you followed them. "Can you get me mine babe?" Stu asked, staying behind. "Seriously?" - "C'mooon" He begged, and you couldn't deny him when he was being that cute and whiny.

The girls grabbed their bottles first and you followed second. Walking towards Billy you smirked at him as he shamelessly looked at you from head to toe. "Fuck, baby... Are you trying to kill me tonight?" He whispered and you let out a breathy laugh. "Mm, who knows? Maybe I'm the vampire." You said teasingly and Billy laughed at your dark comment. You winked at him before grabbing two beer bottles and approached the edge of the pool where Stu was. You sat on the floor, dipping your feet in. The boy grabbed the bottle from your hands and took a swing.

Suddenly, he got the sweetest smell from you. A faint musk to it as well. He looked at Billy to see if he also detected it but the boy was making small talk with Tatum and Sidney.

"So, is Randy around?" You asked Stu and he shook his head slightly before taking another swing of his beer to ground himself. "Yeah, he's inside watch..." he suddenly stopped talking and looked between your legs. A small amount of blood and water pooled between them. "Is that... Blood?" Stu asked, his pupils dilated slowly. "What... Oh my God..." You looked between your legs. You got your period early. "Fuck..." You whispered and moved subtly reaching for the towel on the chair behind you. Stu felt like he was getting intoxicated by your delicious aroma. He felt his fangs starting to grow and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to control himself. Luckily, you picked up the towel in time to wrap it around you and excuse yourself.

Stu made eye contact with Billy. He also knew. When you walked past him his pupils started to dilate as well, but he had much more control than Stu when it came to the urge of tasting you. Billy made his way to Stu and crouched down in front of him. "Get ahold of yourself, we can't risk getting caught, you understand?" He whispered, aggression lacing his words. Stu sighed and looked up in defeat. "Man, how the fuck are we gonna be able to resist if they're going to sleep over tonight?" Stu asked, desperation slowly overwhelming him. "We'll figure it out later, okay? Just keep it in your pants for now." Billy replied and glared at him before stepping inside the house to make sure you were okay.

•

You stepped out of the shower after excusing yourself for the rest of the party. Billy was constantly checking up on you until everyone left and all three of you were finally alone.

You put on leak safe underwear since you preferred to free bleed, and one of Stu's sweaters which covered your body perfectly, given your size difference.

When everyone finally left the house, you went down stairs to look for the boys and help clean up the after party mess. To your surprise, Billy and Stu had taken care of everything. You wondered how long it took them to finish everything, it hadn't been long since you heard the music stop playing and the sweet silence of the absence of the herd of people that were drowning the house.

In the kitchen, Billy and Stu were talking quietly. You couldn't make out a single word they were saying, so you assumed they thought you were fast asleep and didn't want to wake you up.

You barely took a few steps in the room and their eyes were already on you. They seemed darker than usual.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" Billy was the first to speak. He walked towards you slowly and placed his hand on your cheek. "I'm fine, I just didn't want to be around people." You answered.

The vibes were off. The boys were strangely quiet and mellow. Their gazes were intense and their eyes didn't look the same as they usually did. They were scanning your body like hungry animals and you were starting to get a little bit freaked out.

"Why is everyone acting weird? I just got my period a day early, it's not a big deal. Seriously." You said, starting to get kind of annoyed at their strange behavior and lack of words.

"You see, that's what you don't understand YN, it is a big deal." Stu said and started to move towards you almost as if he were hunting a prey. "Stu." Billy said in a warning tone.

You took a step back and swallowed thickly. Your breathing picked up.

"You smell so sweet and it's driving me insane." Stu said and you gave him a confused stare. What did he mean by that? "And you know what? I don't care anymore." He continued and his eyes turned completely black. You gasped at the sight. Confusion was the only thing going through your head. Fear, but intrigue at the same time. Stu bit his lower lip before smiling, and there it was. Fangs. "What the fu-" you attempted to run but Billy held you from behind, moving you quickly so you ended up behind him. He was shielding you with his large frame. "Stu, for the love of fuck, get ahold of yourself!" the boy said and you held his arm from behind. "Does he want to kill me?" You asked and he turned around quickly. Stu seemed to calm down when he heard your words. "No baby, we would never hurt you. He just-" Billy paused and looked at Stu over his shoulder before meeting your eyes. "Wants to taste you... Your blood." You looked at him with curiosity in your eyes. What would it be like to be bitten by a vampire? "Would you guys... Kill me if I let you?" You asked and Billy's pupils instantly dilated, his eyes turning completely black just like Stu's. The fear you felt mixed with excitement. You felt an energy shift with them like this. Wild and ready to pounce. It was risky. It was crazy, and you wanted it.

"Taste me." You said, and that was it.

Stu walked towards you and picked you up, his big hands around your waist. He sat you on the counter and stood between your legs. He could smell your arousal mixed with the blood between your legs and groaned. "Finally." He whispered and moved your head to the side softly. You bit your lip and prepared for the unknown pain you were about to experience.

Stu licked and kissed your neck a few times before digging his fangs in your flesh. You released a high pitched moan. The pain was pleasurable. You felt your blood run down your neck and over your chest.

Billy was leaning against the counter close to the both of you. A smirk on his face and his cock impossibly hard against his jeans. The sight of Stu savoring you excited him more than he thought it would. He bit his lip and hissed, his fangs fully displayed with the action.

Stu took the sweater off your body, exposing your bloody tits to both of them and Billy couldn't take it anymore. He walked towards you and Stu moved to the side, opening your legs more so Billy could be in front of you as well. He took another bite below Stu's mark and groaned at your taste. He licked the stripe of blood that ran down your chest and moaned. Stu joined him and lapped at the fluid as well. Their tongues touched occasionally against your skin and you were going insane. You moaned and whined at the sight of your vampire boyfriends tasting you.

Billy desperately took your underwear off and tossed them somewhere on the kitchen floor. He inhaled sharply and moaned at your scent. Stu slid down between your legs under Billy and licked your bloody cunt. Billy kissed you desperately as the boy between your legs moaned against your center.

You were tasting yourself on Billy's tongue, a metallic and somewhat sweet flavor palette. You were so turned on that you didn't even care about the fact that you were practically consuming your own blood from your boyfriends mouth.

Stu dipped his long tongue inside you and you arched your back at the feeling. Billy couldn't handle not being between your legs eating you up so he slid down your body and positioned himself next to Stu. They both licked your clit and savored your cunt like it was their last meal. The sight of them touching tongues while pleasuring you was enough to send you over the edge. You came the hardest you've ever experienced. The wave of pleasure was so overwhelming that another mini orgasm washed over your body right after. You were practically screaming at that point but they weren't done with you yet.

Both of them stood up and pulled you down from the counter by your legs. You crashed against Billy and he pinned you against the fridge. He kissed you with passion and rubbed your clit a few times before finger fucking you. "Fuck, fuck... Please! Just fuck me already!" You moaned and he unbuttoned his jeans quickly, picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he spun around, leaning against the fridge. You felt Stu grab your waist to keep you steady while he unbuttoned his pants. Suddenly, Billy slipped inside you all the way in. The lubrication your blood provided created the perfect slide and the pleasure was intense as well. Billy started thrusting at a steady pace and moaned in your ear while he held you close.

Stu inserted his cock inside you a few minutes later after making sure you were stretched enough for him. Your boyfriends filled your hole deliciously and your moans filled the room. There was blood and arousal running down your thighs. You were a mess and felt like you were going to pass out any moment from the loss of blood and the intense pleasure you were receiving.

Billy and Stu lapped at the blood dripping down from your neck once again and moaned in unison. They couldn't handle it anymore and came inside you, filling you up with their seed. They rode their highs inside you before pulling out. Stu released you and you leaned against Billy.

"You okay?" Billy asked, his voice husky against your ear. You let out a breathy laugh and bit your lower lip. "I need a shower" You replied, energy drained from your body.

"Let's go." Billy whispered and Stu carried you up the stairs.

[marchwardenofmordor]

Finally made a good Resist Durge

So here’s the breakdown.

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How it begins:

An abnormally large and muscular high-elf awakens on the Nautiloid, with a splitting headache. All he has is his name: Llydanddail, meaning ‘Wych’ (which means ‘pliant’ or ‘supple’ in Old English, in reference to the Wych Elm’s properties as a wood for making welsh bows). He awakens bloodsoaked, in a set of fine burgundy nightclothes, embroidered with gold threads. He looks noble. Regal, even.

He is aware that he is a sorcerer, by the tingle of magic in his fingertips, but is unaware what sort of sorcerer he is, until he actually uses his magic. Until he unlocks the power he once had and discovers all the spells he used to know. Yet still, they come to him easily.

The first time he uses his magic to defend himself, he feels his palms rupture, as he fires a bolt of his own blood like a glistening wet, hot and viscous arrow. And the pain of wielding his magic presents him with a dilemma; it feels so exquisitely, agonisingly good to wield such powerful magic, yet each time he does, it damages him. He must be careful to keep control of his bloodlust, lest it be his own undoing.

Naturally, you can probably guess who is most drawn to him, this powerful sorcerer, dormantly violent, cloaked in crimson, always followed by the faint whiff of blood and rosewater; he’s practically a magnet for the vampire spawn, Astarion.

In many senses, he pities Astarion. In a few senses, he envies him. He envies that Astarion cannot actually see his reflection; the first time he sees his own face in a mirror (Astarion’s mirror, in camp), it frightens him, and not because he is ugly (he isn’t, by any stretch), but because he thought he would have looked different. The face he wears almost doesn’t feel like his own. To look upon it feels like looking upon a mask.

He leans in toward his reflection. Pulls at his rosy skin. Examines the reddish silver colour of his eyes. Gazes at the twin streaks of grey in his otherwise black hair. Inspects the creases of a very noble, if stern, face. He looks like a baron, or a count. Perhaps a prince, or maybe a king, at a push. Not quite an emperor.

“Is that me?” He thinks. He thought he would look as rough as he feels, or at least rough enough to fit in among peasants. It is a vain thought, but he thought he wouldn’t look quite so attractive, even if he’s older than he thought he would be, and more patronly in the face. He’d always imagined himself as grotesque.

He traces his fingers over a deep scar over his left cheek, following it down to where two more carve twin valleys across his throat. How did those get there? Who put them there? He thinks, with a shudder, that it looks almost as if someone had tried and failed to remove his head. Or perhaps garrotted him.

His gaze trails to his mouth: Full, plump lips set in a seemingly permanent frown, scarred in such a way that it almost appears like a spider splayed over them, its legs cracking and chapping open unnervingly whenever he made to cast a spell. What foul magics had he uttered, what words could have been so abhorrent, as to split open his mouth? Who is he, really?

He examines his teeth, crooked and sharp, his gums blackened, his tongue scarred and bitten and seemingly permanently bloody. His jaw grinds whenever he opens his mouth wide enough, and pain blooms in his maw.

A thought occurs to him to chew through his tongue. Do it. Do it now! Bite it off!

… But he resists. And he is, very rightfully, afraid. There are much worse things lurking inside his head than a puny parasite. It is less of a matter that he is stuck with a tadpole in his skull, and moreso that it is the one stuck inside of him.

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Tidbits:

🩸 fucking hell, he’s grumpy as shit. A permanently annoyed, permanently stressed Bhaalspawn. And nothing pisses him off more than Sceleritas Fel.

🩸Llydanddail is also hungry as shit. Constantly. He sympathises with Astarion; no matter what he eats, he is never satisfied. He could make like a Roman and eat until he vomits, and still, he would crave.

🩸 Finally, to complete the holy trinity; he’s tired as shit. Each and every sunrise, he has to check his own bearings to avoid exhaustion during the day.

🩸 Since he is technically Sarevok’s brother (therefore Orin’s uncle/great-uncle), I wanted to make them as different from one another as possible, and give them a Cain and Abel dynamic. Sarevok was a fighter and human. Llydanddail is a mage, and an elf.

🩸 He’s incredibly easy to piss off and has a quick and nasty temper, unless you’re his favourite vampire spawn. Or his favourite niece (but Orin’s pushing her fucking luck, and it’s going to run out).

🩸 If any actor was going to play him, I’d say either Ben Daniels or a younger Charles Dance. He has the vibe. As far as fictional characters look, I’d say he looks sort of like a cross between Emperor Emhyr and Eredin Bréacc-Glas from the Witcher.

🩸 Oh, he also has a Gremishka familiar who is fondly - but horrendously simply - named ‘The Cat’. The Cat appears when Llydanddail finds its tail in his possessions, and attempts to use magic to figure out where the fuck the rest of it is / what the fuck the tail belongs to - the Gremishka tail reacts to the magic by duplicating itself and transfiguring into a full Gremishka… which sees him and lets out a wounded wail before curling around his feet. A beloved pet.

🩸Llydanddail’s had enough of being woken up. He is angry whenever the urge wakes him. Angry when Shart and Lae’zel wake him up because they’ve decided to hash it out. Angry when Astarion wakes him up the first time he tries to bite him (“You could have asked me in the evening, when I was still awake.” 😡). Beyond mad when the Githyanki wake him up (more than once), and supremely pissed whenever Sceleritas Fel decides to show up to ruin his night. Every time someone or something prevents him from resting, an angel loses its limbs. Or something to that effect.

🩸The Cat sits on guard beside his bed and hisses menacingly at anybody who makes too much noise or gets too close… which is precisely what it used to do to Sceleritas Fel back in the not-so-good old days. Sceleritas knows better than anybody not to trifle with The Cat - he tried to shoo it away once and Llydanddail woke up, soaked him in his own blood and booted him into the fireplace. The Cat smugly jumped up onto the Bhaalspawn prince’s bed and went to sleep afterwards. These days, however, the worst Llydanddail will do is tell you off. A slap on the wrist.

🩸 Sceleritas knows better than to interrupt / cut short Llydanddail’s dinner, too. The Lord’s foul temper resulted in a sizeable carving knife being hurled across the room, heading directly for the spot between Sceleritas’ eyes. Just as with the above, though, the most that happens these days is Llydanddail muttering under his breath as he shoves his food back into his pack.

[sugarsong78]

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“ something is roaming the forests of pandora at night, something formidable, something rather powerful. The long powerful sharp legs of the large being created vibrations in the forests and caused many animals to scurry away. The growls and hissed it emits is enough to leave one paralyzed in fear. The forest that was once a beautiful and peaceful place is now decorated with large silky spider webs, blood, organs of both animal and Navi parts, and even bloody bones. He no longer needed a mask due to his new ability to breathe the air of the planet. The beast was feasting on its latest meal and it’s not enough to satisfy him at all, he then realizes that his fulfillment is not hunger but another urge to satisfy his needs.