#HnnnG

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

The Tingler (1959) -- dir. William Castle

[oldmama]

[piccoloswifers]

[riotcat103]

he's so babygirl I love him

[wehavekookies]

rip

[jentrevellan]

Ima need some non-solavellan Rook x Solas fics, STAT.

[graedari]

This was supposed to be me just making a reference for Corvo's scars... I am not immune to Corvo/Jess propaganda <3

[astral-mariner]

by @dnhuxn260482 on Twitter

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

《山河令》 WORD OF HONOR (2021) | Episode 20

Dear, the kiss that steals your breath Will steal your soul instead When night is all that's left So wait, keep your heart inside My hand won't keep it safe I'll just feed on dreams and smile as hope slowly dies –The Rigs, Run Baby Run

[sorcerous-caress]

Warlock human who pays their patron back with being free use whenever their patron wants.

An archfey that summons you to the fae realm whenever they want, finding the human smell too intoxicating to resist. The sound of soft bells and windchimes echo with each plunge they push into your core.

A fiend that marks your flesh, a collar to match as they keep reminding you of your place human, between their legs whenever they wish. Sometimes, you're kept tied to their bed on display for all visitors who may look but never touch.

A celestial that gets overbearing and condescending, constantly looking over your shoulder and making inappropriate remarks. Pulling you by holy strings up towards a featherly bed whenever they want to teach you manners.

A great old one that's indifferent to the way you squirm when overstimulated, whose emotions and expressions are too incomprehensible for your human mind. Who curiously pushes you past your limits each time.

A genie that comes from nobility and wealth that showers you in the most expensive equipment and clothes as long as you sit on their lap and thank them for each and every item as their fingers creep between your legs.

The fathomless that plunges you into pits of darkness, making you gasp for air as water shapes itself to plunge into your hole and wrap around your body. Each ocean, river, and lake send shivers up your skin and a feeling of uncontrollable lust.

The hexblade, where darkness means invisible hands, caressing your body, groping and proding against your sensitive areas. Even the simple shade of a tree means the feeling of lips against your neck. Each night brings promise of endless pleasure as the shadows manifest and spreads your legs

An undying who gets you to call them master. Strict and tough with their love as they bend you over their knees, a riding crop in the other hand. Who always makes sure you're on your best behaviour. Perfection is the bare minimum.

An undead who feasts on you each night, revealing in your life essence and the blood that pulses through you. Dead skin and souless eyes drinking up every reaction and moan they can get out of you, making you feed them what your human soul can offer.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

A young Vincent circa 1938

[q1ngqve]

drooling over the thought of reader (me 😋) straddling xavier, arms draped over his shoulder and legs bunched up / kneeling on either side of his thighs! his eyes hooded and dark as he hooks his own arm around your waist, locking you in place, right on his bulge!!!!! pushes you down, grinding your clothed cunt against him 😮‍💨 smirks when you squirm in his hold, hips wiggling, trying to get away from him. lifts your shirt up with one hand and fondles with your tits before dipping his head down to capture your nipple into his mouth 🤭 plays with the perky bud with his tongue as he continues grinding you against him, his eyes flitting between your face and the wet spot on his pants that you leaked. he just wants to hear and torture you, especially since you teased / challenged him, saying that he’s cute and innocent! he’s not gonna let you get away with that >:(

[juliaanoia]

Goodsir's change throughout the series is making me scream and cry and bite down hard on my desk like a rabid animal (metaphorically). His numbness and fury after Silna has left, the way he answers Croziers order to do an autopsy on Irving with a single word, the flat, determined, barely-containing-his-rage tone of his voice... I'm so not normal about his right now.

"Doctor Goodsir, I want you to cut upon Irving's stomach." "Good."

[faragonart]

“Do not fret, little one, I have you.”

[fbfh]

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+

thinking about being one of Logan's girls during his player era. he did all his usual bullshit to seduce you, and you admit, it worked. but Logan... sweet sweet Logan really doesn't know who he's dealing with. he's so into you because you seem like this sweet innocent soft little virgin who blushes and gets flustered when he just tries to kiss your neck. but if there's anything mean girls taught us it's that the sweetest girls can be the most skilled master manipulators. the second you saw logan, you had a goal. you knew exactly what you wanted - him. his loyalty. to alchemically transform him into someone desperate to be your boyfriend, your fiance, your husband. other girls have tried, sure. they think they can magically change him, throw one ultimatum at him and get him to drop everyone else. of course that never works, but you're not naive enough to approach things so simply.

you let logan get addicted to you. you let him teach you how to do all the stuff he likes, looking up at him with big doe eyes and asking "like this?" before you suck his soul out of his dick. you become his favorite girl. then, once he starts swapping around his booty calls to make sure he can see you, you know you're the favorite. by a huge margin. the next step in your plan is to start invisibly marking your territorry. the kind of things guys don't notice, but girls definitely do. it's late one night, and logan canceled on kristin because you asked him so sweetly "...are you sure you can't play a little longer?" you traced your pink nails down his chest, and he was a goner. you fuck logan until you wear HIM out. you must have been up all night. eventually, once you've completly drained him dry and overstimulated him until even HE'S close to tapping out, that's when the real fun begins. he's so fucked out and turned on at the same time by the fact that even after all that, you're still touching him. you're still fondling his half hard cock and empty balls, you're licking and kissing up his hips and thighs and happy trail. your touch is so soothing, so relaxing that he doesn't notice the way you start to suck tiny little heart shaped hickeys all over him. not too hard, not so hard he would notice, but enough so that they're soft and noticeable. and all around his most intimate parts. you scatter them on the skin right next to his cock, on his inner thighs as close as you can get to his manhood, on his hips, and you leave one peeking out through his pubes, right above the base of his cock. they're so hidden, such a soft pink that he can't even see them. but all his other girls can. this freaks them out more than anything. it's such a soft, intimate gesture, like you don't need to PROVE you're his, like they do. you don't need to do something big and obvious, you don't need to fight over him because you already have him. logan is... surprised. honestly, surprised is an understatement. ever girl he hooks up with for the next week starts freaking out on him, asking who is she, who's your new girlfriend? why did you pick her over me? is she prettier than me? better in bed? and poor, poor logan has NO FUCKING CLUE where this is coming from. by the end of the week, he finds himself with two choices. he can either go do damage control with dozens of angry, jealous girls throwing ultimatums at him, or... there's you, his favorite girl who's never been angry and competitive and jealous a day in your life. you, who would never hurt a fly, much less use psychological warfare to win a season of the bachelor logan doesn't even realize he's a part of. you, who's too sweet, too niave to ever be the master manipulator all his ex flings are claiming you are. so he does the obvious thing. he takes you to fiji for a week.

"like a honeymoon?" you ask so enthusiastically and cutely that he can't disagree.

"yeah, like a honeymoon." he laughs. you're so sweet. so adorably clingy. and as he tosses you onto the big fluffy white resort bed with sweet tropical air blowing in, as he tears off the cute little bikini he got you just to rip right off, phase one of your plan is complete.

[jasontoddspussy]

more shiki jay doodles cus i just think hes very neat