#A NEED

[slutty-asexual-bby]

The image of her on top of me, her fingers deep inside me, my hips rolling to meet them because it feels so good. My moans being swallowed by her while she kisses me senseless and I pull her closer and tug on her hair and I cum so hard I scream her name.

[valentineodium]

[mietillo]

whenever i see someone learning a language because of someone else (who speaks that language) i want to kiss them on the nose. thats so cute. dedicating hours of your life to reach the heart of someone you adore…

[poppy-metal]

vampire artashi ohhhhhh <3

thinking about Tashi teaching Art how to feed from you properly— how he can drink slow and take his time because you’re his little human pet and there’s no danger. She explains how it feels like heaven for you, how you’ll moan and how wet you’ll get for him, how if he does it right it can feel like one long orgasm for you. And isn’t that what he wants? Mutual satisfaction for him and his little blood bag?

And that’s easy for Tashi, feeding into the sensual nature of feeding. But Art’s young, he’s hungry and the first lap of your blood makes him lose control. He bites too hard, drinks too fast, leaves you all limp and pliant and unconscious in his arms. Tashi pulls him from you before he can drink too much, before he pushes you past your limits. His mouth is all slick with hot blood, he licks at it, rubs his hand over the mess and sucks his fingers into his mouth. Just ravenous and messy and needy.

Sighhhhh. The mental image of Art covered in blood bc he’s a messy eater :((( too cute

RAHHHH RAHHHH RAHHHHH

the thought of art w his chin covered in slick blood - just not clean about it at all - such a messy eater. it's dripping down his throat too. he's still alot of his human self, leaning on tashi to do most of the seduction - though he's plenty sensual himself. something about his cool blue eyes and how tall he is. he's soft spoken and kind and so polite. they both are but tashi is alot more forward, obviously the one driving the charge here - her hand sliding up your thigh on the way to their penthouse. you can't believe your luck, an insanely good looking rich couple who can't seem to keep their eyes or hands off you. arts shoulder is brushing against yours and you feel him lean in to inhale your scent at the top of your head when his wife kisses you. he breathes you in and seems to be taken by you immediately, moaning softly and trailing his nose along your hair, nuzzling.

his wife dominates the kiss - sliding her tongue against yours. she tastes rich and decadent and she tells you that you taste fucking good - and art seems to like that alot - his fingers that had been petting your waist tentatively suddenly dig in sharply.

you think you'd have more questions more reservations, you've never been this easy - but something about them sweeps you up. you feel underwater almost. everything is syrupy and almost dreamlike, like you've stepped into a romance novel - an erotic novel, more like - you blink and suddenly you're inside their home, and you don't remember even going up the steps or seeing any rooms, and you're on arts lap and his hands are big and splayed around your hips and he's looking up at you in awe, his lashes are like cornflower silk, his hair angelic and soft in your hands. you wonder where tashi went but then art is cupping your neck and he's saying, "you're so beautiful." before he drags you down for a kiss and your thoughts are gone again. no conscious thought is left, just sensations. all coming at you and blooming inside you like a kaleidoscope.

you feel another presence - feathersoft, tashi at your back, soft fingers sliding your zipper down. and arts fingers are at the straps, the simple brush of just the pads of his fingers on your shoulders makes you shiver as he helps tashi undress you, and suddenly your dress is a puddle around your waist.

your nipples pebble - hard at the cool air and then they aren't cold anymore and you realize art has ducked down wrap his lips around them, your breasts pushes together so he can fit both in his mouth. a tongue laps down the ridges of your spine and you arch, feeding more of yourself to art - he sucks and pulls your nipples into his mouth and you feel a sharp poke. just a little sting that makes you gasp. but then a feminine hand is caressing your cheek and cooing at you and telling you you're okay - and you realize you are okay. you're more than okay.

you blink and you're on your back and art is over you and his shirt is off and your legs are wrapped around his jean clad waist and tashi is cupping the sides of your head, gentle like an egg, tilting your head so your neck is exposed and arts tongue is there, tracing a vien -

"now, baby." you hear tashi murmur somewhere far far far away even though she's so close and touching you still. "she's ready for you. so soft and sweet under you - she's going to feed you so well."

you feel the vibration of arts moan against your throat, the scraping of something sharp and then that sting again - piercing and painful - for a second - and then bliss. you shudder as your body seems to slip into a pool of euphoria. you feel like you're floating. you feel everything so intensely like fissures of stimuli flowing through you on a torrent.

you moan helplessly and your body is pinned in place - arts body above yours like marble holding you down under him, hard against all your softness, hard between your legs where it's just the small slip of your panties and the denim of his jeans separating you. and you're wet everywhere, wet in your cunt and soaking your inner thighs as you move your hips desperately against the rigid stiff cock above you for relief. wet on your throat, wet somehow, wet sliding down your neck and pooling in your clavicle and there's a pulling sensation like you're being pulled into arts mouth -

tashis fingers massage your scalp tenderly as you start to fade more and more - foggy and blissful. you stop being aware entirely right after you cum so intensely you think you see god.

the reality of the situation is alot less glamorous than your drunken mind led you to believe. art has nearly ripped an artery in his eagerness to feed. he's rutting between your splayed open thighs like an animal, feverish and desperate. his swallows are loud and he moans through every sip, his nails have sharpened, and they pierce the flesh of your soft ass as he anchors you against him, fucking himself against your body- and he wants to be inside inside inside he wants to feel the warmth of your body - the silk soft wrap of your pussy welcoming him in - but he's too wild with his own hunger to stop for even a moment to drag his jeans down and bury himself where he wants -

he's manic and near delirious with pleasure by the time tashi drags him off you. rivulets of blood pour from your neck wound and tashi quickly nicks her own finger and presses it against the marred flesh - sealing the wound and saving your life.

she'd have let art drain you entirely if she knew he could withstand the guilt. still so fragile, her art. still so compassionate and warm towards humans.

you lay limp and passed out on the couch. art pants above you like he just ran a marathon, looking down at your body with both longing to devour you still and fear of the carnage he'd wrecked upon you.

"she looks dead." he says pitifully. small and childlike in it's sadness. he's shaking.

tashi cups his cheeks, flushed pink with your blood - his face is a mess, slick with your blood - ruby and staining his lips and chin and throat. she leans in and kisses him. tastes you off his lips and thinks of how you taste like chocolate and berries. decadent and rich. art had a sweet tooth.

"she just needs some rest, my love." she kisses his nose. "you did good. messy, though." she rubs her thumb over his bottom lip, smearing your blood across his cheek. "you like her." she notes.

art shudders. his fingers twitch at his sides as he sits up over you and looks down at you - traces a hand down your bare stomach.

"she's so soft." he says, almost to himself. "and warm."

tashi hums. sees the fascination in his eyes and recognizes it as what she'd felt for him all those years ago. dangerous, maybe. but maybe not. there's alot of women who are warm and soft in the world, so she wonders what it is particularly about you that entrances him so. she's curious, despite herself.

"lay her up in one of the guest rooms." she tells art. "she'll be hungry when she wakes. you'll need to feed her."

as closely as art still relates to humans, she knows he's already forgotten how meek you lot really are. how in need of sustenance and how often. if he wants you as a pet he'll need to take care of you.

[starrynightsxo]

"I hold it steady, so that the knife cuts in to his skin. He swears and puts a bleeding finger in his mouth.

'What was that for?'

'For fun'"

- Jude Duarte, The Cruel Prince

AND THEY SAY ROMANCE IS DEAD??

[jonathanbyersphd]

Oh you're coming home with me

[alwayslewis]

[housecow]

girls w huge fupas. how did you do that 😳

[secret-sageent]

kinda crazy how badly i need a sheriff's secret police bomber jacket

[odeliba]

it's not even funny any more

[ticklishpupmo]

The most gentle back tickles starting from scritches on the top of your head and ending with super light scribbles on your toes. Really soft fingertips/nails lazily being dragged down your back, stopping when they notice a particular reaction to play with that spot for a moment before continuing.

[infinite-orangepeel]

put ur thinking cap on & imagine eddie munson in this outfit…you’re welcome <3 xoxo

[rustycopper4use]

I beg of you

I’ve haven’t gotten the new episode out of my head I NEED PEOLE TO REQUWST THESE TWO IDOTS OR ANYONE FEOM HELLUVA BOSSS PLEASE 🙏 I DO POLY x readers POLEASE I JUST NEED RO SMJSHSJSSIJSKSSS

[bryqe]

a24’s “the puritan II” maXXXine’s merch

[starryeyesmasc]

court-mandated cuddle time