#Of course he bites

[cicero-the-assassin]

Biting (asking for a friend)

Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

“Answering for a friend~ Anything that can combine pain and pleasure and satisfy my oral fixation? I’m always completely game for.”

[kingzombear]

Pov: you owe the House money or something

Fanart for @sywene-06 ! Go check out the Casino AU @cna-enterprise it's Rly Rly Cool >:3

[ourobororos]

Training My Dog (His Dog)

[egberts]

biting and chomping you so much

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Old habits die hard

1998 (age 27) and 2024 (age 53)

[artsymephy]

Hey so like I'm hyperfixating hard on the guide au with teen! Phillip so if you take requests can you please draw more of them?

Sorry it’s an old ask but on the bright side I made these today and had a lot of fun drawing them!!

Not very canon to the AU, but I still wanted to draw Teenlip being delusional and interacting with Hunter.

While I’m at it here are some other Guide AU drawings by Sopa that I think ya’ll will like.

[the-artist-grimm]

COTLTOBER DAY 23- "The Tent"

Ok it's actually just Narinder's bed at his house as opposed to the tent but ehhhhhhh same concept. They do have one on the grounds, but a certain squid and his spouse polycule tend to uh...monopolize the sign-up for it. Nari's got a comfy bed anyway-canopy curtains, lots of soft pillows, little star lights, very cozy.

This is likely their wedding night anyways so the make-shift love hotel placed in a nowhere part of the cult isn't the most romantic place for that lol XD

(I shall now go hide in the corner in my shame cause while they're not doing anything here it's kinda obvious what they did do lol. Crownie's enjoying some sweet sweet sin)

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(I may or may not have more doodles like this I'm debating on posting XD)

Prompt List!

[owlghuleh]

He can bite me, I’ll willingly let him

He don't bite.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

dogs unleashed;

—in continuation of this collaborative meta on the nature of Batman's relationship with pain.

// mitski - cop car // Emily Skaja, Brute // Batman: Europa // Sally Wen Mao, Mad Honey Symposium // Lingua Ignota, Pennsylvania Furnace //

[velbs]

they’re very normal

[the-crooked-library]

I liked how in Nosferatu it’s shown that Ellen not only leaves Thomas behind, lets him go, but she effectively remarries, by dressing up in wedding gown and pledging herself to Orlok and then consumating their sort of marriage. Orlok came before Thomas as Ellen’s dark suitor and Ellen ended up in the end with Orlok, not Thomas. Lilacs as running theme also support it because they are associated with Orlok so even when Ellen was marrying Thomas with lilacs on her head she was involving Orlok into her marriage.

Yes, the lilacs!.. God, the lilacs. She wore them throughout the film, on her dresses, in her hair, as a scent - they're such a prominent motif, and it's very clear that she was never able to let go of her occult nature entirely, despite her very best efforts to conform. The way Orlok reacts to the scent of them in the locket is so telling, too!.. It must've felt like a secret note, passed in code - my first love, I've never forgotten you. Come to me. The hesitation, the slight trembling in his hands as he holds it. The way he keeps it without question, the way he can't resist opening it just to catch the scent - again, again, again. There is something so vulnerable about their connection, on either side.

I think that's why their consummation is so tender sdksjgdjh

[solar093-art]

some adventures can get too dangerous... so it's time to summon friends :)

[shadowisles-writes]

Home ☀️ - Lucien Week Day 5

Do you guys know that moment after a shower when you just have to sit on the bed naked in your towel for a while? @velidewrites was wonderful drawing this scene of Lucien at home for me! Please go show her some love <3

ps: if you look closely he's got a bunch of slutty freckles 🤭

[ace-and-ranty]

Spinning Silver is also one of my favorite enemies-to-lovers stories, not least of all because it is ACTUAL enemies-to-lovers. None of this watery rivals-to-lovers nonsense. They are trying to kill each other for most of the book and it is DELIGHTFUL.

Second best part is that they are literally just reliving the plot of Pride and Prejudice, this time with fire demons.

[hehearse]

I'm so obsessed with (your) Yoohyun. I want nothing bas to happen to him ever. I want to see him in the depths of despair. He consumes my every waking hour.

oh you and me both.... he is so. i love him so much. (<- not yoojin talking)

i am just. i love the contrast. love him going full puppy mode with yoojin vs empty eyes, not registering people around him as worthy of attention. him trying to fit the little dog house young yoojin built for him in his childhood naivety. when yoojin would love for him to unfold into whatever he is supposed to be. uwah!!

although. i don't want him to be in despair. i think he did that to himself enough already. tearing himself from the only source of anything, everything? living while your hope for the future runs out, surviving on blocked calls and your brother still chasing after you despite the pain? agh yoohyunnnn....

don't remember if it was moon hyuna or sung hyunje who mused about him managing to pretend to hate yoojin for so long post regression. but he was doing it for even longer!!! aghhh aghhhhhh suffocating till he turned poisonous..... head in hands forever........ han brothers han brothers.......... uwah.... something there about him being shaped by the love that was freely given to him even before he could. you know. respond in a way one would expect. for him to then. make yoojin the perfect caregiver whose kid sacrificed their life for him. the worst title he could get :") (something something yoohyun is trying so hard to love his hyung back, but s class' love was told to be violent and painful wasn't it. is there anything less cruel than him dying in his brother's arms out of love. )

[nandermoenthusiast]

The coffin lands with a crash, Nandor already out of it gracefully as his vampiric nature grants him.

“Have you survived the fall Guillermo, are you allright?” he asks haughtily and with a barely concealed predatory grin at the yelping heap of limbs and clothes that is Guillermo right now. Of course he was never truly worried for his well being, Guillermo might be human, but he is no regular human, if his van Helsing blood has anything to say about that. Nandor just likes to tease.

“Yes master, im fine, i just wasnt prepa-“

Nandor offers him a hand out of the coffin, the way Guillermo has done so many times before for him. Nandor looks at him curiously, Guillermo looks all flustered right now, hes cute. Hes always cute of course, but damn. He hasn’t even realised the obvious parallel yet, just took his hand absent-mindedly as he was rambling about something. His hair is all mussed up too. Cute.

Probably the moment registers into Guillermo’s mind as Nandor hears his muttering protests suddenly cut short. He’s looking at their gingerly intertwined hands and kinda looks like hes about to swallow a frog, or maybe like he’s about to start crying again. This fucking guy. Always a theatrics with him. But Nandor has learned to lean into his little guy’s moods. He leaves him to his maybe horny maybe emotional thoughts and finishes helping him out of the coffin.

The air is thick between them now. He can sort of hear Guillermo’s heartbeat from this distance, the little guy probably has a concert thumping in his ears right now. Nandor enjoys playing with his food, always has, and today is no different. He takes a step closer. Guillermo takes an infinitesimal step back. There is a wall very close to his back. Right where Nandor wanted him.

“You know as i was saying about the cameras, Guillermo…” he starts feign-casual as he very not casually hovers over him, black eyes boring into him with the fire that only very rarely comes out in front of the crew. Guillermo looks like he’s a mixture between disbelieving and like he’s gonna pass out from hyperventilation at a moments notice. It’s an endearing mix.

“Y-yes, you -were saying something about your hair…” Guillermo couldn’t physically look away from Nandor if his life depended on it right now.

“And other reasons”, very seriously.

“- Yeah”, an exhale.

Just look at his eager little eyes. Should he put the guy out of his misery? Well come to think of it, should he put himself out of his own misery? He’s been in love with the guy for the better part of a decade now. Of course he’s not about to say that now. Let him play the part of suave vampire for his Guillermo, let him fullfill any fantasy he’s ever had, at the very least this very first time they do this dance. There will be time for the mushy stuff later. Come to think of it, what is Nandor doing?? Acting on years of pent up sexual and romantic tension, of course, but what is he setting himself up to? Heartbreak.

Violent, earth shattering heartbreak. Maybe not today, maybe not in 10 years, but soon. Soon to a vampire anyway. No- you don’t know that. If Guillermo loves me, he might find a way to not leave me like he always does. He always does leave. But then he also always comes back. Doesn’t he? Nandor loses himself in these thoughts for a moment, and Guillermo seems to notice his mind is suddenly somewhere else.

Oh, to be known so completely. Oh, to have a worthy partner, a partner who knows everything about you, a Lazlo to your Nadja, a Charmaine to your Sean, a Sire to your Baron. And to have to lose it in a matter of years. Just his luck. But also like Colin Robinson said, dont be sad cause its over, smile cause it happened.

Nandor’s eyes keep searching Guillermo’s as he draws closer and closer, eyes intensely registering every microexpression on his beloved’s face, the little crinkle between his brows and the small nervous smile that’s forming around his lips. His hands land seamlessly and delicately on either side of Guillermo’s face, and he feels his breath hitch. He really doesn’t give a flying fuck if he’s gonna suffer for a thousand years, Guillermo is here right now and he looks like he’s gonna break under his touch. One hand goes to cradle his head, thumb delicately swiping over Guillermo’s ear and pulse point, as Nandor brings their noses together and they breathe the same air for a moment. The other hand is held gently across his cheek, just there, a reassuring weight. “I’m going to kiss you now”.

And Nandor kisses him.