#Fang is a very good boy

[yuutsunaoi]

Pookies 😂😂😂

Boboiboy probably did all the introduction and talking later because Fang's obviously too cautious and allat to be civil enough to talk to others (Fang calms down after a while no worries he's a rational guy too 🙌🙌)

[delborovic]

09 scion tc vs 23 honda civic hatchback

I drew gijinkas of my carsssssssssss

[piedpiperart]

Do you just... make up a new name every time aizawa's cats are mentioned? I've read through most of your content (it's wonderful I love your work and your color palettes and the ideas are so good and-) but I don't think the cats repeat? How do you come up with so many cat names??

Yep! Some of them are puns, like Present Meow, some of them are based off of my own cats, Pants, Midnight, Toothless, etc. and some have been my friends names or names suggested to me 💖💖

[orcelito]

Tfw someone tries to steal from Fang & so Fang a: threatens him with daggers to the throat, b: casts Suggestion telling him to calm down when he started screaming (albeit largely bc of the wizard casting disguise self as the dude just to freak him out lol), and then c: literally tries to claw this guy's face after he finds out he tried to steal the memento from his adopted mom

Like. Fang fucking lost his Shit today, y'all. It was pretty great.

[venusdebotticelli]

@xoxoemynn

Kevin, you say? 👀

I want there to be an objectively hot pirate randomly appear on board the Revenge in S2 and he’s great at swordplay and loves a good fuckery and has a genius mind.

And his name is Steve.

And then Stede returns and sees Steve who is just the PERFECT male specimen and would be perfect for Ed and just LOOK at his hair and how he wields a sword and it’s not FAIR, and the ONLY advantage Stede has over him is that Steve is a fucking stupid name.

(Although the rest of the crew thinks pirates with great hair who can do a stabby stabby fuckery are a dubloon a dozen but they ARE impressed with his name because it is 1717 and how many Steves are there on pirate ships? So they find it very sexy and mysterious, which pisses Stede off because it is DUMB and STUPID.)

So then Ed and Stede are doing this awkward “ugh I still love you but there’s too much shit between us and it feels weird,” and Steve is getting quite comfortable on the ship and is blatantly flirting with Ed who is generally clueless but STEDE notices!! But he doesn’t notice that Ed doesn’t care because of course he doesn’t, he’s a bit of an idiot in that regard.

But anyway, Ed and Stede continue with this awkward sexy tango and Steve keeps trying to cut in and then finally Stede just throws caution to the wind and shoves Ed against a wall and smooches him silly and Ed kisses him back and it’s amazing and wonderful and everything they could have dreamed of.

And then when they part Stede goes “oh thank god, I’m so relieved, I was so afraid you were into Steve!” Ed is properly confused because he has ZERO interest in Steve, and his brain short circuits so much (I mean also some blood loss happening right now in a manner of speaking iykyk) that all he can bring himself to say is “Steve?! But he has such a fucking stupid name!”

And Stede goes “that’s what I was saying!!! It IS a fucking stupid name!!”

And then they just go off and make out for an entire episode and Steve just disappears and nobody ever mentions him again because he's served his purpose, which was to look pretty and cause chaos.

The End.

[torpublishinggroup]

"5 Tips for Dating a Werewolf" by TJ Klune

1. If a werewolf has locked onto your scent, it is best to let them get as much of it as they can. If they are in shifted form, it might mean a wet nose to your face or a tongue in your hair. Fear not! They are, in a way, like a large dog, if a large dog were capable of human wants and whims. If you find yourself in such a position, do not move! Let the werewolf finish its scent-marking. It could take anywhere from five minutes to six days, so get comfortable!

2. Should you find yourself in possession of a dead animal left upon your doorstep, don’t scream and/or vomit! Chances are, it is from the same werewolf who sniffed you, wanting to make sure you are provided for. This is how a lycanthrope expresses interest. Be careful not to offend the wolf, as they might be watching from behind a tree or a bush. If you are averse to blood and gore, pretend someone dropped a cherry pie filled with bones on your porch.

(On the off chance that the dead animal was left by a cult and not a werewolf, please be prepared in case you are marked for a ritual sacrifice.)

3. Going on a date with a werewolf can be a fun event! Given that you might be in public, it would be best not to ask your werewolf suitor to “shift in the middle of an Applebee’s just to see if it scares the server into giving free appetizers.” While many people enjoy mozzarella sticks (especially when given under threat of fangs), using your werewolf in such a way to get fried cheese is considered bad form. Your werewolf has feelings, and no one likes to be used.

(If your werewolf does shift to get you cheese, reward them by telling them you think they are the greatest creature in existence. Positive reinforcement goes a long way!)

4. Uh oh. Your werewolf has driven you home, arches a single, devastating eyebrow, and says, “Are you going to invite me inside?”

Remember, werewolves aren’t vampires, meaning they do not need permission to enter your residence. However, good wolves always wait for permission before entering a dwelling that is not their own.

In this case, given the arched eyebrow, the werewolf is hoping to be invited inside for “adult activities.” This might include rolling on the carpet or having sex in the kitchen and/or up against a wall. If you choose to do this, you might see the werewolf’s eyes flashing. Good news! This means the wolf is having a wonderful time.

5. Your wolf stayed the night! How lucky are you? If you wake up the next morning with the shifter lying on top of you, it is very important that you do not move until they have decided to move on their own. Waking up a sleeping wolf can sometimes be difficult work, but if you keep a squeaky ball next to your bed, now is the time to put it to good use. Squeeze it near the wolf’s ear and ask, “Who’s a good boy? Who wants to play with the ball? Is it you? Is it you?” Your wolf will most likely glower at you and threaten your life, but if you squeeze the ball three times, the wolf will be distracted. Throw it to the floor, and as the wolf chases after it, consider making waffles! Werewolves love waffles.

(God help you if you make pancakes. You have been warned.)

If you have survived these first five steps, you are to be commended! That means you most likely will have a werewolf for the rest of your life. A werewolf is a commitment. Adopt, don’t shop!

[monstersholygrail]

Your Vampire bf and your Elf bf love to be dominated by you. They have both lived very long lives and yet they swear they’ve only now found their true calling with you. To be your good boys.

They adore you playing with them. Sitting bare in front of the mirror while you, fully clothed, brush back their elegant hair before tying it in a long perfect braid. Knowing it’ll need to be out of the way as you make a mess of them.

Both boys are thankful for it later when your elf bf is pounding into you, whimpering from the force of trying to hold back his orgasm. Waiting for your word to allow him to cum inside you. His baby hairs stuck to his damp forehead as his braid sways with the power of his movements. Meanwhile, your vampire bf’s face is buried in the elfs’s ass, thankful his hair is out of the way for this.

Or when you position them to your own desire like the pretty dolls they are. As if you somehow know exactly what they need to make them cum like they’ve never experienced before.

Both boys go downright primitive as the tension and arousal builds within them, waiting for you to instruct their next move. Their predatory tendencies shining through as you make them wait. Yet their desire to be good for you has them resisting the urge to stand you up and fill your every hole.

Their waiting isn’t in vain as moments later your vampire bf finds himself balls and fangs deep inside you, whining like a mess, and that’s even before you direct him to arch his back all beautiful for you. With him in position you order elf bf to slowly work his cock inside his ass. Vampire bf is forced to remain still as his lovers use his body for all their pleasure. When he finally comes he fears it may never stop as he just keeps releasing spurt and spurt of his semen into your pussy, proving just how much he craves your dominance.

Over time they’ve come to listen to you without hesitation. Of course, you had to train them to be such good boys, but the outcome has proven to be more than worth it.

[aquasandyled]

Bruuuh my cat fucked me up and everything hurts wtffff

[deatheaterv]

ENDEARING

pairing : james potter x fem!reader

genre : fluff

summary : james potter teases you ALOT

it started small. james potter, hogwarts’ golden boy, had taken a liking to you, and the entire school seemed to know it. at first, it was easy to ignore—the odd smirk across the great hall, a wave during transfiguration, and the occasional “you’re looking radiant today, y/n!” whenever he passed you in the corridors.

but then he ramped it up.

one morning, you were walking to charms when you heard it.

“oi, y/n! i’ve decided i’m gonna marry you!”

you froze mid-step, the bustling corridor falling silent as every single person turned to look at you. your eyes widened in horror, and you whipped around to see james standing at the other end, his hands cupped around his mouth as he grinned like a lunatic.

“what do you say? sound like a good plan?” he called out, his voice echoing down the corridor.

“i say you’re insufferable, potter!” you shouted back, your face burning.

he clutched his chest dramatically, pretending to stagger backward. “ah, rejection. but don’t worry, love, i’ll win you over eventually!”

you stormed off, ignoring the muffled laughter and whispers from the other students.

it didn’t stop there.

a week later, you were in herbology, carefully trimming a particularly aggressive fanged geranium when james sauntered up to your station.

“looking good, y/n,” he said, leaning against the table with a cocky grin. “but you’d look even better if you let me take you out.”

you didn’t even look up. “potter, if you don’t leave me alone, i’ll feed you to this plant.”

“you’re feisty. i like that,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows.

“and you’re annoying,” you shot back, finally meeting his gaze.

he clutched his heart as if you’d stabbed him. “you wound me again, darling. one of these days, you’ll see how charming i am.”

“don’t hold your breath,” you muttered, focusing back on the plant.

the next day, he upped the ante.

you were sitting in the library, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when james appeared, plopping down in the seat across from you.

“potter,” you groaned, not even looking up.

“just thought i’d keep you company,” he said, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at you.

“don’t you have quidditch practice or something?”

“i canceled it. you’re more important.”

you rolled your eyes. “please stay away.”

“sure, but a kiss first?”

“you’re unbelievably irritating,” you finally looking up to glare him.

he just laughed, completely unfazed. “come on, y/n, admit it. you’d regret it if you don’t want to.”

“not likely,” you muttered, though the faint smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

the teasing didn’t stop, but over time, you found yourself less annoyed by it. there was something about james’ relentless determination that was almost endearing.

one afternoon, you were sitting by the lake, enjoying the quiet, when james appeared out of nowhere, flopping down beside you.

“don’t you ever get tired of bothering me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“never,” he said, grinning. “so, what do you say? want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

“is this your way of asking me out?” you asked, giving him a skeptical look.

“obviously. i’m very subtle,” he said, smirking.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “you’re ridiculous, potter.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he shot back, his grin widening.

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed at his words.

then there was the moment that truly caught you off guard.

it was a late afternoon in the courtyard, and you were sitting with lily evans, enjoying the crisp autumn air. james, as usual, appeared out of nowhere, his hair even messier than usual.

“y/n,” he said loudly, dropping to one knee in front of you.

“what are you doing?” you asked, your eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“making a declaration,” he said, pulling a small flower out of his pocket. it was slightly squished, but the gesture was oddly sweet.

“oh, merlin,” lily muttered.

“y/n, will you do me the honor of..”

“potter, i swear to god—“

“-letting me carry your books for the rest of the week?” he finished, grinning as he held out the flower.

you couldn’t help it, you laughed. james potter, for all his arrogance and teasing, was nothing if not persistent.

“fine,” you said, taking the flower. “but just for this week.”

“that’s all i need,” he said, standing up and flashing you a triumphant grin.

as much as you hated to admit it, james potter was growing on you. and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being the center of his attention.

[anonymous-existences]

DCxDP Prompt 17 :

Danny was very displeased, displeased at the fact that he had to be a quarter vampire.

Let him explain, Danny had been visiting Vlad for his annual Therapy session, Dan had told the boy that Vlad has been acting strange and isolating himself in his bedroom.

Danny speculated that maybe the man is... Doing evil things again to mess with Danny and so just as any other sane person would, He visited the man. He stepped into a dark and cold room, "Frootloop...?", he called out as he kept the door open Infront of him.

Without even giving the boy a second to process the darkness, Plasmius pounced on him and had dug his sharp teeth and fangs on his arm, Danny took only a few moments and threw Plasmius to the side, his eyes were glowing red.

Danny was cursing as Plasmius's Hair 'Horns' were actual horns now and he looked... Hungry.

Danny would not like to delve more into those new trauma memories but short to say but Plasmius had a more animalistic side to him due to his vampire shtick and it turns out he knows when it happens but simply forgot to tell Danny or Anyone about this situation.

Danny went home after having been bandaged by Dani, He felt weird ever since that day and for the past few days the sun had felt more hotter for him that he ended up using sunscreen often, he found Ectoplasm more... Delicious as well and when he happened to get injured and licked the blood off his arm due to something urging him, he slowly pieced everything together.

Danny started showcasing more vampiric features, his eyes had a red tint, his ears were pointier and his fangs sharper, slowly he's had more of an attraction to blood and Ectoplasm, being able to find or smell blood from afar.

Danny at some point tells jazz and she ofcourse accepts him wholeheartedly and protects him as much as she could, even going as far as intimidating the A-Listers enough that they'd leave Danny alone.

It... It didn't prove good for him though, The Sensors clocked him more as a ghost. It made Maddie and Jack extremely suspicious.

One morning Tucker and Sam had called him something about Maddie and Jack finding out, Danny was then caught especially at a time where Jazz was out of town.

We all know what happens in Bad Parents Maddie and Jack, They have him strapped to a table.

Jazz went home 3 days later and after finding out about what happened to Danny, she ran to the closest person she could get help from. Vlad.

The DC part ;

Danny had ran away with Jazz, Dan and Dani to Gotham, Apparently Vlad had bought them a Manor and Since Dan was the oldest he was the one who managed all the money and he was good at it.

Danny still had difficulty controlling the hunger, the Half Ghost Thing now along with having vampire stuff on him and still somehow being half human was the only thing keeping him sane and feel like he's in control of his body.

These instincts from 3 different species in one body fused to one causing him to get more confused and erratic with his behaviors, Dan resorts to taking Danny out at night and letting him ravage and feed on Criminals which Dan had specifically picked.

Meanwhilst the bats have been notified of Child and Human traffickers or anything of the same level crime that they don't feel bad about have been found dead with bite marks on their necks and their bodies drained of blood, It confused them ofcourse but no innocent bystanders or civilians was ever turned into a victim of this unknown assailant.

The public had nicknamed the supposed "Vampire Meta" As Apparition (Because Dracula was too cliché), One faithful night, a witness happens to see this strange person feed on a criminal.

A black haired teenage boy had their teeth sunken in the big man's neck, their eyes a red tint but it's obvious they were blue, said civilian immediately told the police which gave the bats a lead.

Witnesses starts to see more of him, Red Robin happens to encounter the younger boy on coincidence, his clothes were bloodied but he stared at the horizon of the city. The boy looked out of thought, his eyes hazed as Red Robin approached him, Danny turned his head at Red Robin almost immediately upon hearing his footsteps.

"Hello." He greets with a fanged but soft and innocent smile that made Red Robin's heart skip a beat. Just who is this boy? And why is Tim starting to have a crush for him.

You guys can take it from here, all my thoughts were, Halfa!Vamp!Danny and Dead Tired.

[ddejavvu]

remus x animagus!reader where he doesn’t know it’s her yet, and there’s just always this random cat (or other animal) following him around the castle, and cuddling up to him in the hospital wing after full moons

<333

"You shouldn't be in here."

Remus's stern words hardly deter you, especially because by now he's got the strength to push you off of the bed, but he doesn't. Instead he watches warily, neck craned and rolled into miniscule lines of chub that you'd kiss if you were in your human form, as your paws trace a path up towards his head.

"You're some sort of creature," Remus decides, speaking aloud in the deserted hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey only has one other patient now, but they've been quarantined in a separate room due to the infectious nature of their illness. It means that Remus can speak at will, and you're happy to plant yourself over his chest to feel it vibrate at the sound. You're more accustomed to doing so with your human ears, but it's nicer to hear your boyfriend's voice with cat senses.

"You're too smart to be a regular cat," He lifts a shaky hand up to your head, offering you a chance to inspect him as though you haven't already splayed yourself over his chest, "But the castle doesn't allow many magical pets. Which means you're not supposed to be in here at all. Definitely not in the Hospital Wing."

You offer him a soft, plaintive meow, purring when he strokes his knuckles over the space between your ears.

"Maybe you're an omen," He muses suddenly, eyes narrowing, "No one else ever sees you. Are you warning me of some cruel fate?"

You blink at him, slowly, and he decides, "You're not very threatening for an omen."

Remus has professed the exact same observation about your attempts to be threatening in human form as well. Somehow, the tightening of your brows and the downturn of your lips aren't enough to petrify Remus, though it works rather nicely on errant second-years who find themselves confident enough in the castle to misbehave, but too terrified to face the consequences.

You draw back your shoulders and let your fangs glint in the low lights of the hospital wing, mouth open to hiss warningly at Remus.

Your cruel fate is a good night's sleep, you grouse at him, lamenting the fact that he'll never hear the words, you'd rest more if you weren't always dishing out inexhaustible wit.

"Oh, very scary," He chuckles, poking teasingly at your left pointed fang, "I'm not afraid of you, cat, you couldn't hurt me more than I've already hurt myself."

And it's true.

His limbs, long and lanky, bear the scratch marks of his own claws, gnarled nails that lie in wait under the surface to be beckoned by the moon's silvery siren song. There's a tear on his cheek, skin split and blood carefully wiped clean, where he'd fought with himself, with the will of the universe, and tried clinging to his human skin. He's nursing a rolled ankle from thrashing about during his transformation, and a patch of his hair is still reddened with copper no matter how many times Madame Pomfrey had washed it with a wet washcloth. He's barely a boy anymore, more like a string of injuries hanging together with sutures and dittany.

In hopes that companionship works just as well as Pomfrey's healing remedies, you wriggle closer still to his face, draping yourself over his neck and laying your face against his own. It's an awkward position for him, probably more pressure than he's used to on his windpipe, but you keep your weight off of him as much as possible, and purr like the motor of Sirius's bike against his ear.

He's hesitant to accept it at first, which you knew he would be. He needs to be sought out, he needs someone to hold out their hand for five seconds before he decides to take it or not. You wait, one, two, three, four, five, and he exhales, the air hitting your fur.

"Don't be here when they check on me," He murmurs, hand back at his side as your tail curls around his opposite ear, "Thanks, cat."

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 taking good care of the duke and the scribe . . . ♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ WRIOTHESLEY & ALHAITHAM X GN! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — afab!reader, threesome, dual handjobs, lots of cum, double pussyjobs, “just the tip” wriothelsey, edging(?), masterbation, not proofread!

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ : this was made for a request that was accidentally deleted so im sorry for that ;-; im not the best with alhaitham as a charecter so sorry if he’s a bit ooc! either way, i hope you enjoy :3

you couldn’t think straight, not with two dicks in your fists as you desperately pumped away at your two lovers.

the great duke himself, mansplaining against his desk while the scholar simply stood next to you as he bit back a moan. you knew a man like alhaitham wouldn’t want to make too much noise, unlike wriothesley, who was groaning his little heart out.

“fuckkk…knew i couldn’t wait ‘till we got home..” he chuckled, his signature grin flashed a fang or two at your helpless position. jerking your lovers off as cum already sat splattered all over your fucked out face and flushed chest. your mouth smeared with their seed from an earlier double blowjob that somehow didn’t break your jaw. yet they still wanted more, insatiable as always.

alhaitham reached down to grab a piece of your hair, tearing your gaze away from the duke and into his piercings jade eyes, his expression softer then his usual sharp glare. “you’re doing..so well for us love, shit..”

“not well enough.” wriothesley interjects, shooing your hand off and getting up on his feet. his dick still hard and dripping with precum. “couch. now.”

he snarled, prompting you to stumble onto the soft seating before he pushed you onto your back and forced your legs wide open. you’re neglected pussy now in view for your boyfriends to see, giving them an idea they somehow managed to think of at once.

“say, how ‘bout we make it up to our pretty little thing..? hm? what do you think?” his grace asked.

alhaithem stared down at you like a lion in front of meat, he raised an eyebrow as he gave wrio a more then approving look.

“very well then, as long as you share this time.” he spoke sharply, referring to the times wrio would hog your attention and your cunt.

“good, and as for you..” wrio begins, leaning closer towards your ear. “don’t even think about closing those fucking legs of yours, got it?” he rasped in a menacing tone that made your body freeze up and your pussy clench around nothing.

you sat there confused beyond belief, until something hot and hard slides itself between your lips. a second one came immediately, this time, slapping against your clit crudely.

a nice, fair pussyjob for both of your boys to enjoy. the lewd noises from their cocks rubbing against your wet cunt was enough to arouse you more then before. dripping in desire as both men teased your hole all the way to your swollen clit, with one of them even teasing the tip into your pussy only for them to pull it out.

agonizing, but in the best way possible. you moans harmonizing with wrio’s groans and alhaithem’s sighs of pleasure seemingly fueled your incoming orgasm. “fuck, m’gonna cum..gonna cum..!” you whined, running your fingers against their leaking and swelling tips.

“yeah? want us to make a mess of you love..? just say the word..” the scholar sighed, spurts of white already ruining your clit. with wrio on the other hand practically fucking you with his tip as he came closer to his own orgasm.

“yes..yes..that’s fucking it..!” the duke groaned through clenched teeth as he came all over your cunt, only with alhaithem cumming all over your clit and stomach shortly after. however, despite all that, your own orgasm never came.

“i..i didn’t get to cum yet..” you whined, watching your lovers lean down in front of your ruined pussy with a gentle look in their eyes. alhaithem bringing his fingers to your cum-stained hole while wriothesley pressed a kiss against your needy clit.

“d’wa, don’t fret pretty thing..you’ll be taken care of, just let us do allll the work..”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[coryosbaby]

—Envy

synopsis: your jealousy gets the best of you.

♡ content warning . Mentions of murder, possessiveness, oral, cum play, plinth! reader

“I want to know why you did it.”

Your boyfriend’s voice rings out through your shared room in the capital, an octave lower and in a teasing lilt— maybe not a tone that a normal person who’s discussing murder should have, but nothing about your or Coriolanus’ relationship can be defined as normal.

You know the answer to Coriolanus’ question, though you don’t want to say it. A pout glazes your plump glossed lips as you think back to the scene that has started this conversation.

—

You remember Clemensia’s stupid ponytail, her stupid face, and the way her stupid sharp nails dug into Coriolanus’ shoulder the day before. She was asking to be in that room with you the next day— literally.

It was a class project. One that was for advanced students only, a one-by-one sort of assignment. You were Dr. Gaul’s personal assistant, the youngest ever— although, partner seemed to describe your dynamic with her better. You and Dr. Gaul went way back, and she trusted you.

You and Clemensia were in that brightly lit room you were oh so familiar with. Papers and folders were strewn around a desk nearby— and you and her were both alone. The body of snakes swimming throughout the small pool in the middle of the room had been enticing to stick your hand into. You remember Clemensia’s surprised look of awe as she watched you take one of the snakes trustfully into your grasp. It dripped water but it was beautiful. Its fangs scraped against you, almost teasing. It wanted to stick its teeth into your skin— you knew it did. But you trusted the snakes, and they trusted you. They would not be eating their handler anytime soon.

But maybe they would be eating something else.

Clemensia crouched in your same position; you were on your knees, gently rubbing your cheek against the snake’s rainbow scales. It whispered to you, lulling with soft hisses.

“Would you like to hold it?” You had asked her. “They enjoy a good petting every now and again.”

Clemensia had chuckled nervously, and you could tell by her body language that she was on edge.

“Don’t be silly, [y/n] plinth,” she had answered bleakly. “That snake would surely kill me.”

You remember turning to her. You could remember her brows furrowing, the softness of her skin. Coriolanus liked nice skin.

“I know.” You had said, and the rest was a blur.

A restling of limbs, your hands gripping tightly in her hair. There was splashing, gurgling, snakes crowding the surface. Her whole body had become submerged in that pool, and then you remembered that you had forgot to feed the snakes that day.

—

Thinking about it now, maybe you were a bit dramatic. Coriolanus has made his love for you very clear. There was no reason for such atrocities because of a girl he wasn’t even dating. But they had grown too close, and it had scared you.

Not to mention her excessive gossip about your fashion choices, which really pissed you off. Coriolanus shouldn’t have become friends with her, anyway.

“I told you,” You groan, watching him take a seat across from you. His shirt buttons are undone, just how you like them. “ I didn’t do it. She slipped.”

He doesn’t reply, and you groan.

“Why are you acting as if you didn’t do the same exact thing to that boy from economics class a few months ago, Coryo?”

“He was a complete dick, [y/n]. And a pervert. That was different.”

“I’m sure it was.”

Although Coriolanus should be disturbed, or quite possibly angered with you, he isn’t. You two tell too many secrets to judge. He doesn’t exactly have room to tell you who you should and shouldn’t kill with his past history.

And even so, the boy doesn’t have any room to care for Clemensia’s passing. She isn’t you, so it doesn’t matter.

After a moment of silence, Coriolanus sighs heavily. His thighs spread, and he leans back in his chair.

“But why…” he starts quietly, contemplating, as if this is funny guessing game. “Aren’t you going to tell me why?”

He knows the reason. He’s not stupid, and never has been. But he loves to tease.

“No.”

“Mmm…”

He turns his head to the side. His blonde curls have grown back, and for that you are incredibly grateful because they’re messy and make him look even more attractive. His eyes catch sight of a framed picture beside your bed— you and him, sitting at a shared desk in class. You were smiling at the camera, your favorite outfit on, and Coriolanus was only looking at you.

Smirking, Coriolanus lifts himself up from his chair. Your brows furrow in confusion as he approaches you, his tall form almost intimidating. His smell invades your senses as he leans over your shoulder to whisper into your ear.

“Was it jealousy?”

His tone is dark, flirtatious, and his breath is hot on the shell of your ear. Heat creeps up your neck— no matter how many times he speaks to you in this low tone of voice, it never fails to make your shiver.

You chuckle, your thighs squeezing together when his fingers grip tightly onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply. Your head turns to him, and he’s so close that you can feel his steady breathing. “Besides, I didn’t do it. Like I said— she slipped.”

“Liar.” He says punctually. His fingers grip your chin suddenly, and his grip is harsh. “You didn’t like me with her, did you?”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip, and Coriolanus’ fingers stroke your shoulder softly.

“Did you think she was pretty?” You ask. The boy chuckles, slowly pressing a wet kiss to your jugular that makes something electric zigzag its way through your body.

“No. The only woman who’s pretty to me is you.”

That makes you let out a small sound, and Coriolanus’ body moves to the front of your chair. He falls to his knees, then, the candlelight near the both of you making him look ever so beautiful. His fingers ghost over your skirt, and you whine, squirming in your seat. He pinches the hem, and lifts up the cotton fabric over your thighs. Cute pink panties are shown to him, and he lets out a groan.

“You’re so perfect.” He mutters. He leans in, his breath fanning over you, but he doesn’t get as close as you want. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Coryo,” you whine, bucking up your hips. “Please. Please eat my pussy.”

He looks up at you, his gaze dark and glazed over with lust.

“Kiss me.” He demands, and you have no choice but to obey. Your hands settle into his golden locks, pulling him up further on his knees so he can gain access to your plump, hot mouth. Your lips slot against his, and it isn’t long before his tongue is grazing the soft flesh. His teeth bite down, nibbling on your lips with ferocious hunger as his fingers dig crescent moons into your thighs. Pulling away, your hands rest on his shoulders. Coriolanus grabs one of them, pulling you so far down that your forehead touches his as he presses your palm against the bulge tight in his pants.

“Do you think Clemensia could make me feel this way, angel? Could make my cock so hard?” He says, and his breath is hot against your open mouth as he utters his next words. “I’m yours.”

You yank your hand away, pulling him into another hot and heated kiss. But not before he’s pulling himself away and sliding your panties down your legs, mouthing at your inner thighs again as your pussy is exposed to him. Coriolanus practically drools, spreading your thighs and shoving his tongue inside your tight, aching hole. His big hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. He drinks up your slick with vigor, moaning against your clit as he devours you. Your mouth drops open, whimpers spilling out of you.

“Coryo,” you cry. His tongue moves from your hole to your clit, and he wraps his lips around the swollen bud as your hips buck up into his face.

He hums, savoring the taste of your nectar and grinding his hardened cock into the open air. He slurps into your cunt with everything he has and when you cum around him he drinks up your spend, too. His cock is still aching when he’s done and when he pulls away and wipes his pretty mouth on the back of his sleeve your gesture for him to stand up.

He smiles, watching as you grab his hips and pull them towards your face. You undo his belt, watching the straining fabric as your mouth waters. You pull out his hardened cock, the tip flushed red and dripping precum, and press a light kiss to the tip. Coriolanus shutters, letting out a tiny breath of air as he watches you press kiss upon lipstick stained kiss to his thick length. After a moment he grabs your hair and gently pulls you back from his cock.

“No,” he murmurs, when you try to put your mouth back on it again. “This is about me now, not you. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Brows furrowing while you try not to pout, you lean back and do as the man says. Your lashes flutter as you watch him tower over you, putting his legs on either side of the chair and holding himself up with one strong, muscle-ey arm. You let out a tiny whine in your throat as he holds his cock over your face and begins to stroke himself. You watch how swollen he is, how desperate he is to cum, the way his balls sit against his skin and look desperate to be emptied. He lets out small breathy moans as he rubs himself up and down, his head thrown back and his lip caught in between his teeth. What a beautiful sight.

He grunts when he looks down and sees drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“Hungry for it, aren’t you?” He chastises. “I know. Poor little girl loves drinking up my cum. Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna get some soon.”

Your head becomes fuzzy, your tongue reaching out to graze just a sliver of his cock. But he’s quick to use his length to slap your cheek, a warning growl sounding from his lips.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He asks you. “Keep fucking still, and don’t touch me.”

You pout, your mouth closing in the process, and Coryo fumes. He grabs your chin, forcing your mouth back open grabbing your tongue with his fingers. He presses it down onto your teeth, and begins to furiously jack his cock.

“You never fucking listen.”

You want to smile but you know you can’t. When Coriolanus’ hips thrust particularly hard into the open air, you know he’s about to be close. You push out your tongue even more, watching his tip begin to spew white creamy cum onto your flushed face. He grunts, the sight of your fucked out body covered in the sticky substance making his cock kick one last time before he goes soft. You look up at him with heavy breaths, your mouth open as you lick your lips and taste him on you. His thumb brushes against a puddle of his spend, and he brings it up to your mouth.

“Now clean it up, brat.”

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi welcome back, hope you're feeling better! Always good to get that self care in. Anywho, if it's okay I'm going to throw an idea at you that has been floating around in my head. I've been on a smidge of a naga hyperfixation lately, plus I love your Fern series, so it got me thinking: how cute would a mini naga be? Like part of the appeal of nagas is them being big boys, but on the other hand, what if smol corn snake dude?

OMG little snake guy…

I have two ideas with this in mind!

First, let’s say he’s not absolutely tiny, but about the size of a golden retriever. Little naga!bf that’s super protective of his mate, and very strong despite his small stature. He’ll sit in your lap, nuzzling you with his lower body wrapped around your legs.

All he wants is for you to rely on him… even if he’s constantly clinging to you and wanting to be pampered. Maybe he’s got a mommy kink who knows… but he’ll still rattle his tail and act all intimidating to protect you!

And my other idea, absolutely tiny naga bf that’s the size of your palm! So cute, but also very deadly! His bite can take down an elephant, so he’s feared by all the other creatures of the forest… except you.

You love him, and god how he wants to be big so he can show you just how much he wants to breed that fat cunt of yours. He’s so damn protective, hissing and showing off his fangs to whoever gets close!

Anyways… yeah, what concept do y’all like better? Or should I make a separate post for both?

[girliism]

sweet virginal art catching the eye of vampire reader.

coming across virgins was so hard now a days, so when you stepped through the doors of this random frat party you were immediately hit with the sweet scent of pure untainted innocence. you had to find him.

locating art was very easy, the tall blonde was standing alone in the corner sipping a mix of vodka and fruit punch. “hi.” you can tell you startled him by how he jumped, nearly spilling his drink on himself. “h-hello.” he stuttered. cute. “what’s your name?” you smiled at him, eye contact never faltering on your part. art looked around before clearing his throat. “um, it’s art.” he said into his cup. “art.” you whispered to yourself, getting a feel for how his name felt. “that’s a really pretty name.” your long burgundy nails pushed some loose curls out of art’s eyes. “pretty name for a pretty boy.” his face blushed a bright red, all the blood rushing to his cheeks. it was making you hungry.

“can we go upstairs?” you said, kinda getting tired of art’s rambling about the possibility of at least 5 people at this party getting alcohol poisoning. “upstairs?” he questioned. you could hear his heartbeat pick up. you nodded looking at him. “yeah, it’s so much quieter up there. please, i don’t bite.” you pouted. art gulped. “o-ok.”

art followed behind you like a lost puppy and you pulled him through the crowd of people and up the stairs.

the second you were in the room you closed and locked the door walking towards art and pushing him onto the bed with an unhuman amount of force. “wow, you’re really strong.” you didn’t answer him, just moved to straddle him, placing your lips on his in a feverish kiss. “you’re so hot. smell so good, could just eat you up.” you said in between kisses. you practically eating art’s face, your experience lips and tongue working against his hesitant ones. you could feel art’s cock growing harder underneath you.

your trailed down his neck stopping at the silver cross that hung around his neck. “let’s take this off.” you whispered, yanking the necklace clean of his neck wincing a little as the silver burned your hand. “wait, that’s my-” art started to speak but got cut off by his own moan when the palm of your hand pushed on his boner. “shhh, don’t worry about that. let me take care of you, ok.” you whispered in his ear before placing a kiss behind it. art felt hypnotized by your words, immediately relaxing into your touch as you undid his jeans. “ok.” he sighed.

you continue to kiss at his neck, feeling his pulse against your lips before you pulled his cock out of his pants. art’s cock was an angry red and was already dripping precum. not wanting to tease him, you brought your hand up to your mouth spitting on it before wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off slowly.

art let out the whiniest of moans, his eyes closing and his head falling back. “does that feel good baby?” you asked. art nodded, opening his eyes to look at you. “y-yes.” you cooed at him, stroking your hand faster pressing your thumb into his slit. “oh my gosh.” art’s hands were gripping tight at your waist, moans and whimpers and the squelching sound coming from your hand moving filled the room. he was close, you could tell by how his hips kept bucking up and how loud he was getting. “you’re gonna cum aren’t you.” you said into his neck. “mhm, please can i? please.” he pleaded.

you pulled back to look at his flushed face. “of course you can.” you voice was sweet, and just before he came you opened your mouth. large fangs growing as you sank them into art’s neck, moaning at the the sweet taste the hit your tongue. art came hard the second your fangs bit into him, thick long ropes shooting out and painting his stomach and your hand as he let out a choked scream.

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Someone brought it up on Twitter and now it's been rattling around in my head.

But thinking back to early Obey Me days and the vampire event where the boys became vampires and wanted to bite MC... Someone proposed what if it was MC that became a vampire instead, and got to bite the boys.

(🔞 minors dni. Just the brothers, warnings for obvious vamp biting with blood mentions, getting horny from said bites, dry humping/grinding, cumming from being bitten, etc)

Just imagining being the first to bite the prideful Lucifer. He's trying to keep up the façade that he's in charge, infallible and stoic. But the second your fangs are in him, he can barely keep his head straight from the rush of endorphins. Can't stop his eyes from rolling back, the way his body heats up beneath you, and everything is extra sensitive to your touch. Face is flushed, breathy little pants coming from his mouth, and his eyes are hot and heavy like sweet lava flow. It even takes him a moment to realize that the sweet low moan filling the air isn't yours, but his. You know he's enjoying himself when his arms tightly wrap around your waist, holding you close as you lap at the bite marks, the lack of space making his erection glaringly obvious (plus the little rolls of his hips that he simply can't control~). Everything in his body language is screaming how he wants you. And don't mistake it, that thirst was present well before your fangs ever touched his skin. But all it took was opening the gate and it all comes flooding out.

Or being the first to bite Mammon, the excitable and slightly jumpy greedy tsundere. It may take a lot of convincing, but if you make him a pretty good deal, he might be willing to let you get a taste. And oh is he happy that he accepted your offer, because where he was once greedy for money, now he's only greedy for you. It's almost too easy for him to get lost in the pleasure of your bite. He's loud, whiny, but he's simply overwhelmed by how good it all feels. He'd likely be embarrassed if he knew how loud he was being. He gets that same rush of heat and fervor and the second you disconnect from him, he's stripping his clothes as fast as possible— both to cool himself down, and because he doesn't want any obstacles should things go any further. And oh the lack of clothes tells you exactly how much he's enjoying the bite, and that he's very willing to return the pleasure if you're interested.

Biting Leviathan for the first time is loud, intense, and full of nerves, but you truthfully don't expect anything different from the third-born. He's a ball of nerves before the bite, sweating bullets, talking a mile a minute, and looking like he'll run out of the room at any second. But once you bite him, he's practically limp under you, eyes hazy and filled with pleasure. It's only if you try to pull away that he can finally grasp you, beg you not to stop just yet. He's hooked on the euphoria and having you so close to him. He can't stop the way his fingers hold onto your thighs or hips, the rhythmic grinding of his pelvis against yours. And there's no mistaking what happened when a beautiful, overwhelming shudder takes over him, accompanied by his low keen and sudden wetness between the legs. Just don't mention it, otherwise all his remaining blood will be focused on making him blush in embarrassment.

You're a brave soul to try to bite Satan for the first time. But if you label it in the interest of research and studies, he folds surprisingly quick at the offer. Of course, he has everything he needs beforehand, towelettes, a comfy pillow, as well as fluids and some snacks to deal with post-blood-loss issues. It's almost funny how seriously he's taking everything, sitting upright in a seat and having you sit in his lap. Embarrassing, but effective for getting up close. He starts you with a bite on his wrist, and when that goes well, he's fine with graduating you further up his arm until you reach his neck. His face is flushed but otherwise schooled well; if it wasn't for the persistent boner pressing up against you, you'd say he was unaffected. But really, he's just thinking about how to prolong your presence here, and perhaps how to turn the tables and return the pleasure.

Who could forget giving Asmodeus his first bite? Biting him is everything a vampire bite is expected to be; it's passionate, it's sensual, hot, intimate, and dramatic. No one has ever accused Asmo of being quiet, and that's no different once you bite him. He's loud, but it's genuine, lips trembling as he does his best to hold onto his mind. He's no stranger to pleasurable things, but even this is a different experience for him, doing his best to keep a steady mind, even if his hips start to move on their own and his sensitive erection is driving him nuts rubbing up against you. After all, it's rude for him to get lost in the sauce before he can return the favor, especially when all he wants to do is pounce on you now thanks to the adrenaline. But wow if you're not making it difficult on him...

It's quite an experience for both you and Beel when you first bite him. To the untrained eye, Beel often appears unaffected by things with little emotional reaction. However, there's no hiding the flush in his cheeks as he let's you bite him, or the way his strong arms hold you close to him. Biting him is quite an experience for you too, as the varied diet rich in different meats means a lot of nutrients. He's not sure if he'd like you to bite him again, at least like that. He's unsure about how hot and needy he felt during and after the bite, more than a little embarrassed by his pressing need tenting his shorts. Honestly, he never expected to feel that way being bitten. But it was still a new experience and as long as you let him give some bites of his own, he's still happy to have tried it with you. And once it's over, he can spend his time with you on replenishing lost nutrients with some snacks and relaxing with you.

Biting Belphegor is not quite a chill as you expect, but it's not the worst it could be. Of the seven brothers, he may be the most hesitant about it, surprisingly, but he likes the idea of one on one time with you, especially doing something so seemingly intimate. Once there's a protective cover down (so his favorite pillow doesn't get stained, of course), he prefers for you to bite him while in bed, holding you close like a body pillow. You may need to start slow, nibbles and half bites on his wrist, but eventually he may let you bite his neck. Once you're there, he's a lost cause. It's a wonderful mix of heat and sleepiness, his always-tired brain wanting to drift off into the bliss your bite provides— though another, much more insistent part of him wants to chase after the lust pumping through his veins. He gets a little whiny afterwards, blaming you for this feeling (and is he wrong?), but the advantage of him holding you close to begin with means it's easy to get carried away in making up for the mess you've made.