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mafleur · 3 months ago
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𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 “𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.”, 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺.
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yu2ki · 11 months ago
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여름 💭 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
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idolsgeneration · 7 months ago
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mafiya · 4 months ago
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   EYES   STUDY   @phantomrot CAREFULLY,    SHARP   FEATURES   PULLED   TIGHT   IN   THE   FIRELIT   TRENCH.    mishka   knows   all   too   well   what   lies   under   flesh,   convincingly   human,   capable   of   doing   the   unexpected.   his   squadmates’   stares   nail   him   to   his   place   on   his   side   as   canines   bite   through   stale   borodino   bread   [   which   is   then   unceremoniously   washed   down   with   water    ━━━    greedily,   wetting   his   beard   &   the   dirt   beneath   his   elbows   ]. 
" if you control what people believe, you control the world. "
   〝    pure   democracy.    〞  the   flatness   of   mishka’s   voice   is   as   if   the   life   has   been   drained   out   of   him,   his   skin   crawling   akin   to   maggots   feasting   on   his   visceral   unease;   nearly   unfolding   like   a   nightmare,   though   the   mental   scene   is   interrupted   by   the   rather   unappealing   food   spilling   crumbs   from   his   mouth   with   each   breath.
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   〝    you   would   be   better   in   office   instead   of   playing   soldier.    〞
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smileygoth · 29 days ago
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7. Art Imitates Life (Inspired by a Book, Month of Darkness 2024)
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I had fun with this one. IWTV is my current hyperfocus (no surprise there), The Vampire Lestat has been one of my favourite books since I first read the trilogy at around 14 years old, and I got to write a bit of my OC's relationship with her ghoul, which is always fun. Poor guy puts up with so much of Christina's bullshit.
CW: Bad language, nudity (not explicit), very mild spoilers for Interview With the Vampire.
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‘Christina, what the fuck are you doing?’
Christina looked up from the book she was engrossed in to see her ghoul, Martyn, standing in the open bathroom doorway. She smiled and stretched out her legs so her feet lifted out of the bubbly bathwater. ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ She glanced around at the candles littered around the room, illuminating it in their soft light, the phone on the counter softly playing rock music, the glistening bubbles coating the surface of the water, the glass of red wine in her left hand and the book in her right. ‘I’m having some Me Time.’
‘Yeah, but….’ He trailed off and gestured to her hands. ‘What are you reading?’
‘A book? I know they fell out of fashion with you youngsters, but some of us still read them.’
Martyn – by appearances a man in his early forties, and in fact a man much older than that – snorted. ‘Ha ha. But … ‘Interview With the Vampire’?’
Christina glanced at the book, then back at him, and shrugged. ‘It’s a classic.’
‘Yeah, but why are you – an actual vampire – reading about fictional ones?’
‘Is there some rule against it that I’m not aware of?’ Christina asked archly. ‘I’ve told you before. Fictional vampires help the real vampires keep themselves hidden in plain sight. Keep the fiction popular and anyone who spots your fangs or your red eyes will assume you’re a cosplayer or an obsessed fan. It pays to keep up to date with this stuff.’ She waved the book. ‘I like this one. It’s a clever conceit, that the vampire is telling the story. Tell the world about us, but frame it like fiction. Even if this was true, and Louis really is out there somewhere, no one would ever believe it.’
‘Except all the vampires who try to kill him and Lestat in the next couple of books,’ Martyn replied. ‘Yes, I’ve read them. I do read.’
‘I’ve never seen you,’ Christina teased. ‘You’re too fond of your television set.’
Martyn winced. ‘No one calls them that any more, Chris…’
She giggled. ‘I know. But you look so mortified. It’s funny. Anyway, are you done peeking in at me while I’m bathing or would you like to look some more?’ She lifted one leg, arching it seductively. The water and bubbles slid down her skin, liquid fire in the candlelight.
Martyn immediately averted his gaze. ‘It’s hardly peeking if you leave the door wide open,’ he grumbled. ‘And why are you drinking wine? You know you’re going to have to puke it up later. Who are you performing for?’
Christina lowered her leg back into the water. ‘Myself,’ she replied, and took a big sip of the wine. It didn’t really taste of anything to her, but it smelled rich and tart.
Martyn sighed and shook his head. ‘Fair enough. I’m sure you’ve explained that one to me too.’
‘I have,’ Christina grumbled. ‘Your brain is like Swiss cheese. ‘If I weren’t feeding you my blood I’d think you were killing off your brain cells with all the beer you drink.’
‘At least I can still get drunk without having to drain the biggest lush in the bar,’ Martyn retorted, and ducked. Christina threw her book at him. It struck the doorframe and landed on the floor. Grinning, he picked it up and straightened out the pages that had bent.
‘Terrible way to treat a book,’ he scolded lightly, looking over the cover. ‘Have you seen the new tv show? I think you’d like it.’
‘Why? Is it scary?’
‘A little. But it’s really pretty, really captures the feel of the books, and it’s very sexy.’
Christina smiled. ‘Sexy vampires? My favourite. Throw me a towel and go cook up some popcorn.’
Martyn looked at her, surprised. ‘Really? You’re not out tonight?’
‘Nope,’ she said, putting her wine glass down on the side of the bath and stood up. As the bubbles slid down her naked body, Martyn’s face turned pink and he quickly averted his eyes again, bending over to grab a towel from the floor. ‘Tonight I’m all yours.’
Martyn cast her a dirty look and threw her the towel.
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postsofbabel · 5 months ago
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poetamour · 5 months ago
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄⠀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎⠀𝖾́𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗈⠀𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋.
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urfavoritewriter · 11 months ago
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Going In, Whether You Want It or Not
Content: Oral Vore, Burping, Male Pred, Reader Prey.
William lounged on his couch, completely naked, his slightly muscular physique adorned with a subtle layer of belly chub. A sly grin played on his lips as he casually ran his hand over his stomach. His fingers trailed sensually, emphasizing the softness of the flesh, and he reveled in the weight of it under his touch.
"So, you see, this is where it all happens," he chuckled, his eyes locking onto the viewer. "You might think you have a say in the matter, but in the end, you end up right here, whether you like it or not."
William's gaze intensified, his fingers now tracing a teasing path over the slight contours of his belly. "You ready?" he emphasized, "Because this belly," he emphasized, giving it another affectionate pat, "has a way of hugging real tight. Every curve, claiming you completely. You might just find yourself getting cozy in here."
As he spoke, his hand pressed a little harder against his belly, fingers sinking into the plushness. "No escape, my guy. Once you're in here, it's a one-way ticket, and trust me, you won't be complaining. In fact, you might even enjoy it."
William stood up, his slightly muscular frame towering over you. He flexed just a bit, the contours of his physique accentuating the teasing power dynamic. "Now, don't be shy. I know you can't resist," he taunted, his voice taking on a deeper, more authoritative tone.
He leaned in, and as he did, he let out a burp in such close proximity you could smell it. His belly emitted a low, guttural groan, almost as if it was an eager participant in the impending game. "You hear that?" William asked, leaning closer. "That means it's time."
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naughtyservant · 9 months ago
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CW: Bones / S/kull
Philip is a voracious predator that won't doubt shove a cute boy down his throat and crunch him to feed his powerful muscles >:3
Maybe you already realized it, but this low angle is a HUGE turn on and I love to draw it sdkljgjklgsd
Philip belongs to @izznts. Thanks you sooooooooo very much for your support with this pic my friend! <3
*There is also an extra belly rub hands version on Twitter in the case you want to take a look ;3
Don't forget like, reblog and follow me for more sexy preds OwO)~
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hs-artist · 11 months ago
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He's almost done
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muutosarchive · 2 years ago
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sevenbulletsavior​:
“We are probably out of his sights now but I want to be safe.” Better safe than sorry, and Karen wasn’t sure if he had someone spotting him or not. Ducking and weaving through crowds offered them a chance to blend in and shift around people, and the alley had only been a momentary way to get among more people. Karen was looking ahead, mapping out the path they were taking when the walk light turned green and people surged forward to cross the street. She easily tugged Raegan along with her, noting a deli sign ahead where she knew the owners.
Good. They could duck in there and take a little breather while Karen called Mahoney. She never once slowed her movements down, keeping a firm grip on Raegan as she walked. “We’re going to go into that deli up ahead. I know the owners, and they won’t mind letting us use their office space to deal with this situation, okay?”
it takes a moment for the words to truly sink in. though as much as the young woman wants them to make her feel better, they don’t have the ability to make much of an impact. she’s too nervous - & it’s understandable. though she’s never felt like her mother could be right, before. that the world really is too scary of a place to let her out. maybe raegan thought that if it happened once, she wouldn’t have to worry about it happening again. though those are the kind of naive thoughts that are keeping her stagnant. that are proving her mother right. & that’s the last thing she wants. feeling a bit wounded, yet that won’t truly kick in until later. freckled nose sniffles, while she looks down at their arms upon crossing the street. dirty cuffs of her jeans slipping under old shoes, raven hair flickers about in the stale breeze of hell’s kitchen. nodding her head finally, in acknowledgement. on the surface it’s such a normal day.. they could be a mother daughter duo, on their way to a disappointing lunch at the deli. somehow she wishes her life could be that simple. still allowing the elder woman to take the lead. trusting that she wouldn’t allow them to fall into a manhole. brows knitted a little, she goes through the motions. squinting, when her swollen features meet the direct sunlight. “they won’t follow us?” she asks, lips rearing back while she looks behind them again. stumbling slightly.
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preyconsumer · 2 years ago
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Commission i did for someone on aryion.com. if you're interested on commissioning me message me thru there, my username is Preyconsumer just like on here.
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juno-infernal · 3 months ago
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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”
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mafiya · 4 months ago
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" one wrong move, and i'll put a hole through you. ”
  〝    TEMPER,   TEMPER.    〞    mishka,   such   a   splendid   &   expensive   -   looking   beast,   peers   down   the   barrel   of   @finalslay's pulse   rifle.   sleek   black   wear   bends   along   the   length   of   protruding   spine   as   he   redirects   the   gun’s   muzzle   aside   with   his   hand,   [   already   having   suffered   its   shoulderstock   to   his   nose,   an   incarnadine   smear   upon   his   cupid’s   bow,   ]    unemotional   &   composed   as   an   abandoned   chrysalis   despite   the   brewing   danger.    after   being   trapped   inside   his   dirty   cage   of   skin   his   sternum   finally   manages   to   sink   beneath   the   weight   of   a   heavy   breath.   serpent   -   like,   mishka   slips   from   reach   of   touch   by   hands,   and   seats   himself   on   the   sharp   edge   of   his   desk,   aged   features   remaining   quietly   pensive.   shoved   into   one   of   the   drawers   long   ago   still   lies   a   heavy   hunting   knife   the   crimelord   used   on   musk   deer,   up   in   the   siberian   mountains   a   prior   twenty   years   when   he   was   far   past   tasting   the   war   &   survival.
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  〝    you   must   start   crushing   the   heads   of   bigger   snakes,   morrison    …       〞
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soracities · 9 months ago
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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."
Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]
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