#Thank you for asking✨

[yikes-00]

For the smut prompts:

“Use your words, baby.”

Thank you!!!! So I’ll edit this better tomorrow when I’m not half asleep but here you go!!! I hope you enjoy!!

WC: 478

Rating: Explicit/E- minors DNI please✨

Tags: d/s themes, dom Bradley, sub Jake, implied brat Jake, boot worship, hand jobs, cuddling as aftercare, sex with clothes on, dirty talk.

AN: please be kind✨ good vibes to everyone💙

“Use your words baby.”

Jake forces his eyes open. The dull ache of the cement ground is nothing compared to the pulsing need that moves through him with every slamming beat of his heart. His cock hurts trapped in his pants. His boxers are too tight and he tries to subtly shift to relieve the pressure.

Bradley’s hand is rough against his face. His fingers slide over Jake’s sweaty skin before tracing the outline of Jake’s chapped lips. Jake’s mouth opens and Bradley’s fingers slide against his tongue.

“So pretty,” Bradley says roughly. As if they didn’t just have the biggest fight of their short time of knowing each other, “you’re so pretty, but you already know that.”

Jake’s throat flutters as Bradley slides his fingers deeper into Jake’s mouth. Jake lets his eyes close as he sinks into the feeling of Bradley filling him up.

“You just need something in your mouth, don’t you?” Bradley asks softly. His finger gently move, pushing deeper into Jake. “Something to keep that bratty mouth of yours shut.”

Jake moans softly and Bradley huffs out a laugh.

“I’ll take my fingers out and then I want you to tell me what you want.”

Jake grunts softly at the loss as Bradley’s fingers slide from between his lips, a string of spit thinning and then breaking.

“I wanna come,” Jake says roughly, “please.”

Bradley smirks. His lips turn up. Jake keens low in his throat. Bradley’s boot slides between Jake’s legs pressing against his cock.

“Go on baby,” Bradley says nodding down, “show me how much you want it.”

Jake rolls his hips forward. His rhythm is slow and tentative. The first pressure sends shivers down Jake’s spine making the heat in Jake’s gut pool. Jake lets out a broken noise as he jerks forward rutting against the hard friction chasing his release. It’s hard to stop once he starts. His body moving on its own accord.

Jake lets his eyes close. He can’t look up and see the disinterest or distain in Bradley’s face. Jake feels it before it happens. The rush of blood through his ears as his motions lose rhythm. His moans turn to please and Jake isn’t even sure what he’s begging for.

A wrecked noise is torn as Bradley pulls away the friction. For a fraction of a second, Jake knows that -

His orgasm slams through the second Bradley’s hand slides into his pants. Cum coats Bradley’s hand and the inside of Jake’s boxers. His weight falls forward as he leans into Bradley letting the numbing bliss of his orgasm rush through him. Bradley’s hand is tight enough to let Jake work himself through it.

“So pretty,” Bradley’s voice is barely an echo, “such a pretty boy for me, using your words to make a mess of yourself.”

Jake sigh softly as he lets Bradley hold him, gently hands rubbing over his body grounding him.

[bananadramaaa]

You draw them so amazingly. I LOVE your Mimzy!! And Alastor is perfection! I wonder how you would draw Lucifer in your style! (Biased cause he is my fave)

Here comes the booooooooy✨

[witchyvibes91]

hey pookie will u write a tom riddle x reader but he’s the professor 😏 with the way you write i know anything will be AMAZING

Professor Tom x Reader is always a fun idea. Thanks for trusting me with this one love. I hope you enjoy it 💙

Summary: Tom Riddle is your advanced defense against the dark arts professor. You have found yourself in quite the situation as his teachers pet.

TW: Chars 18+, MDNI, male receiving oral, rough sex, PinV, degradation, choking

Word Count: 1.4k

“I said on your knees…now.” Professor Riddle demanded you while you stood in the center of his darkened classroom. 

How on Earth had you ended up in this position? This moment, honestly, was many months coming. You had decided to take an advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class and that decision alone would forever change your life. 

The moment you walked into class, Tom had his eyes on you. There was something about you, something even he couldn’t put his finger on, but he was drawn to you. He wanted you. Desired you. He craved you in ways he was unaware he could crave another person. 

You didn’t even need to try to distract Tom from his lessons. He could hardly teach when you were in class. His eyes stayed glued to you the entire time. Of course, he couldn’t risk his job so he stayed back. 

He stayed careful and cautious, almost pretending as if you existed at all most days. But there was a moment, a time when you stopped at his classroom after hours to ask about an assignment. The two of you alone in the empty classroom at night sent a mix of messages into the air. 

You were an adult, as was he, this wasn’t wrong…was it? God, it didn’t matter at this point. After that first kiss, you knew you needed more. It started with one private after class lesson. Then another. And another. Eventually you were meeting three times a week, unable to keep your hands off of one another. 

Your school work was falling behind. Tom had all but consumed your thoughts. You knew you needed to cut back and that’s what you were doing–that’s what you were trying to do, at least. 

“Did you hear me?” Tom asked through a low and growling tone as you stared up at him. The height difference between the two of you always impressed you but somehow, tonight, he seemed even taller. 

“Tom…” You whispered, not even sure why you said his first name. It slipped out unintentionally but Tom didn’t care. He was going to punish you regardless.

His hand wrapped around your dainty little neck as your eyes widened a bit. He pulled you just a step closer and let his dark eyes flicker between yours. The glow of the candles softly illuminated his face but in the most ominous way. 

There was a hunger behind his eyes, a desire that needed to be filled. And you would be the one filling it, no questions asked. Tom lowered his face just a touch and barely grazed his lips across yours, teasing a kiss. 

“That’s Professor Riddle to you, miss.” Tom growled out. You could feel his warm breath brush against your soft lips as he spoke. 

“Y-yes, Professor Riddle.” You managed to squeak out. There was something about him, something so devilishly delicious about the way Tom handled you. You knew you didn’t want to end this, you were just trying to be responsible. But fuck responsible right now. The only thing you wanted was Tom. 

“Now, I’m not going to repeat myself…” Tom wrapped his hand a bit tighter around your neck as he started to slowly push you down, “...get on your knees.” 

You did exactly as he commanded. You dropped to your knees, feeling Tom’s hand slowly remove itself from your neck. He smirked as he started to undo his belt. You knew you wouldn’t get out of this easily. Fuck. If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want to get out of this at all. 

“Tell me again what you wanted to speak to me about.” Tom said slowly as he unzipped his pants. He let his pants fall, seeing the bulge in his boxers that made your heart race hard against your chest.

“I-I…um, I needed…” You could hardly talk. You were stumbling on your words as Tom let his underwear fall too. His length was long, hard. He let his hand stroke over it a few times as he glared down at you. 

“Use your words, doll.” He spoke out in such a calm manner that it made you wonder why you were so flustered. You stared up at him from under your lashes as you tried to form your words. 

“I need to stop coming here. I’m falling behind in classes and…and I think being here is the reason why.” You finally said through a shuddered breath. Tom smirked. And it wasn’t just any smirk, it was one that somehow made you feel like your words were silly, pointless. 

“Nice try.” Tom said simply as he took his tip and teased it at your lips. You felt it drag slowly across your lips from one side to the other as you continued to stare up at him.

“Open.” He demanded and you knew there was no fighting this. As much as you wanted to be good, Tom made you want to be bad even more. You opened your mouth and Tom slid his length in. He went slowly at first, letting your tongue drag over the skin at a smooth and soft rate. 

Tom kept you exactly where he wanted you, on your knees. Submissive. Wanting for him. It made him more than excited to see you in such a vulnerable position. Tom loved, more than anything, to have power over others. Power of you, though, was by far his favorite. 

You continued to feel him pushing in and out of your mouth before you finally pulled off of him. The look on his face was one of utter confusion. For a split second, you sent a shockwave through Tom Riddle’s body. 

“I can’t do this, Professor. I’m sorry.” You said as you stood up, brushing down your skirt. You were fully planning on walking out but then you heard it. The loud sound in your head. It was Tom’s voice, speaking to you through your mind without actually using his voice.

“Walk out that door and I’ll make sure your time here is nothing short of miserable.” The words were strong. They were coercive, but if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want to walk out. You wanted to stay. You wanted to please him, to be his little pet. 

You stood at the door, debating your next move. You could feel your heart racing as Tom started to walk up behind you. His hand wrapped around your waist as his front pushed to your back. The exhilaration you felt was nothing like you had ever experienced before.

“Stay.” Tom demanded and you closed your eyes for a moment. His other hand snaked up to your neck and wrapped around the front of you. You tilted your chin a bit as you felt him start to slightly choke you. The pressure was nothing at first but it grew. It grew and grew until you could feel yourself gasping for air. 

“Yes Professor.” You finally managed to mutter when Tom suddenly pushed you towards the closest desk. He bent you over and smirked as he let his hand on your waist lift up your skirt. He went straight for his pants, pulling them back down and teasing the already soaked tip at the wetness of your panties.

“Such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Tom asked and you could feel your body shaking already. You weren’t prepared for what he was going to do, how he was going to destroy you. 

“For you? Yes, Professor.” You said and Tom felt a sense of pride wash over him. For him and only him. That’s exactly how he wanted you. He pushed your panties to the side, sliding his length in without warning. “Show me that you’re my little pet. Mine and only mine.” He growled as he started to slam into you while you stayed sprawled across the desk. You gripped the sides, feeling your ass jiggle with each thrust into you. 

Tom let his hands grip into your hips and his nails dug into your skin. There was something about seeing you so vulnerable on this desk that drove him insane. He would see you in the desk tomorrow, knowing that, just the night before, he had fucked you senseless. 

“You better come for me and good, little slut.” Tom growled, the degradation strong as ever. You deserved it. For trying to get away from Professor Riddle? You more than deserved it. 

It wasn’t long before you were finishing all over him and being left to clean the mess up yourself. As you walked towards the door, you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time. There was no world where you weren’t a submissive little teacher’s pet for Professor Tom Riddle. The power he had over you was too strong, too indulging. And Tom knew that. He more than knew that.

This was so fun, I might have to make a full fic of it one day. I hope you like it cutie! 💙

[mschismosa]

your yuri tgaa art is life changing

hi anon idk who you are but thank you from the bottom of my heart, ily, you've inspired me to draw today 🩷

[2aceofspades]

[vladdyissues]

He had it in him 💀

[ifindus]

I want chaos - can we have a picture of them during Kalmar?

I did promise something historical today and @/nordickies' recent Kalmar Union posts have inspired me 🙏✨

This ask was in relation to this post back in April, with Norway and Sweden posing for a photo during their union. Ofc Denmark needs to join them for the posing during Kalmar 🙏

[signanothername]

OOOOHHHHH OH MY GOOODDDD /POS POS POS

I DID NOT EXPECT THIS AT ALL I HAVE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE RN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS EEEEEEEE!!!!

I literally don’t even know what to say this looks so good ugh your artstyle is so beautiful im HDHSHSHHSHS <333333333

Thank you sm for taking the time to draw this <3333

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Context for those who are wondering what the hell is going on dhhdhdhdh

[umbrellajam]

very interested to hear more about your "robin must die!" WIP 👀👀👀 it reminds me of a classic comic headline!!!!

(tbh I want to know more about ALL of them, but--)

ehehehe, it's definitely meant to evoke the old comics headlines! c:

okay so, Robin Must Die! involves a 16-year-old Dick Grayson being attacked by an unknown Rogue with unknown motives who suddenly appears in Gotham hunting Robin.

this is super alarming, obviously, because Dick IS in his civilian persona at the time--holy blown secret identity, Batman!--and also in public, with a bunch of bystanders around getting caught in the cross-fire while the Rogue wreaks havoc and Dick tries to either neutralize him or lead him away without confirming all the shouting this guy is doing about Robin--

--and then the attacker blows right past him to snatch up this dark-haired saucer-eyed civilian kid who's been underfoot the whole time like "AHA, got you, you little bastard!"

And promptly tries to kill him.

which. what. the kid's like EIGHT or something, how old does this guy think Robin IS--but no time for that, Dick has to prevent a mistaken-identity murder before he can figure out what the heck's going on.

shenanigans ensue as the two boys go on the run under hot pursuit. who is this asshole that won't go down, why is he so convinced that this Tim Drake kid is Robin, and why does he want The Boy Wonder dead??

[whitejays-galaxy]

Sy is being romantic with Dooku and Quiggs and Rael on the side is making disgusted faces as all kids do

This is me and my little sister in a nutshell when our mom is watching romance movies

Especially during kissing scenes👁👄👁

Alright, Rael(Brambletuft), is a young adult when he was exiled, but his mentally is like a teen's. So basically, he hasn't matured at all in the inside.

Also, you can't blame him, he and his little brother(who isn't even a padawan yet) just witnessed their adoptive parents getting FLIRTY with each other

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

[flicklikesstuff]

How about rambling about your top favorite Epithet characters?

Uh oh, I’m afraid you’ve unleashed a great beast my poor, poor Anon….. But if you insist :)

Introducing My Top 5 Favs:

AND full doodle page ;)

(⚠️HUGE EE Spoilers below⚠️)

1. Rick Shades

UGHHHHHHHHH. LOVE this man 💖💖 A pathetic and pitiful wizard dude with one of the coolest epithets! My favourite bit of him is that he’s introduced as some creepy weirdo who sounds like he’d backstab you BUT turns out to be a really fcked up guy with no social skills and genuinely really does want friends. I LOVE it when stories twist expectations for a character and Epithet Erased just keeps doing it a lot.

While Rick is mostly silly and used as comedy relief through POP really, his tragic backstory adds in so much depth and the narration treats the horrors he went through with respect. Chapter 8 has repeatedly dug my grave each time I listen to it. I’m going insane with any Rick/Toidei thoughts. There’s so much I could say about how his traumatic childhood affected him so much and how it shows through his mannerisms and behaviour that we’d be here all day. (Oh wait- I’ve already indulged into his character in like 4 posts.)

Anyways, in general, I would offer my soul to the scary magic man and treat him to a nice day at the beach.

2. Dr. Sylvester Ashling

Sylvie was the reason I got into Epithet Erased in the first place 😂. My favourite thing about him is his DESIGN and POWERS. The swirls and cloud/sheep motif looks sick and his epithet showcase in the museum arc is beyond awesome. Like omfg, it’s just so genuinely amazing to look at.

He seems fun to bully, especially with that pretentious grown-up attitude he puts up. But underneath that, Sylvie’s character is just depressing to the point where it’s intriguing for me. The choice they made to quickly grow up and skip childhood? I wonder what made them decide to do that. Despite what he says, Sylvie really just wants someone to talk to and he really does care for people. He’s just scared to loosen up and become vulnerable in front of anyone.

Sylvie wanting friends but having trust issues and not knowing how to make some? Honestly, what a mood-

I got too insanely happy hearing his short little cameo in POP, even though they weren’t around for too long. He was in there waiting and looking for his only friend awwwwww.

3. Molly Blyndeff

Molly my CHILD 🥺🥺!! Her bear motif is adorable and her character arc within the museum is so wholesome and satisfying to watch. Reading POP just cemented her as my top 3rd fav because her inner dialogue and way of thinking hit way too close to home for me. I was so close to tears many times throughout and I just LOVE her.

Molly just overall learning to stand up for herself and making it very clear she’s no longer taking any sh*t? She’s the character I wished my younger self got to know earlier because it’s what she would’ve needed at the time.

4. Giovanni Potage

Is it much of a surprise he’s in my top 5? Why wouldn’t I like this total sweetheart who would lift the earth for his minions? I adore how he has like one of the lamest-sounding epithets but his insane level of creativity makes up for it completely. I also really found his unique view on bad guys really interesting. The stark contrast between being evil but also absolutely wholesome makes for a great character I love seeing interact with everyone!

Hoping he gets some sort of character arc though. So far, he’s still the same Gio we know from the beginning and it would be very interesting to see him go through a struggle or make tough decisions.

5. Ramsey Murdoch

Haha funny ratman. As I’ve mentioned before, my expectations for him were twisted and I LOVED it. My fav character in the Redwood Run Arc because poor dude isn’t allowed to catch a break. Even outside the show within the streams, he gets absolutely bullied by the plot. This is entirely what he gets for being 1 of 2 people (the other is Molly) that have the braincell to question the bizarreness of….well, everything.

Ramsey is an impressively intelligent character who just has the hilarious misfortune of having things almost never go his way. He’s entirely the reason he and Percy manage to survive Zora and he STILL gets screwed over by getting arrested. Anyways, yes. I love his dynamic with Percy being a subversion of the typical buddy cop trope. Looking forward to having more of him in the next book: Sweet Escape :33

…………..

If you haven’t noticed already, this ask led me to go through multiple trials of tests to see which brushes and colouring process I prefer digitally.

Rick’s was my first attempt and it’s just… terribly basic really. I wasn’t used to Procreate at that point 😅.

Sylvie’s was next and after watching basic tutorial videos, I turn to really like the colouring style I did for them. Wasn’t fond of the rough outline though.

Gio’s was the exact opposite of what I’ve done with Sylvie. While I liked how it popped out in a comic-style kind of way, I wasn’t a fan of the solid shading.

For Ramsey’s, I was a lot closer to finding out my preferences. I pretty much just combined what I liked from Sylvie and Gio’s drawings. Softer shading and a smoother, thicker outline.

Molly’s was my last attempt and one I’m heavily satisfied with! :D It’s the same as Ramsey’s, but I added a lot more detail to the eyes, coloured in some outlines and even added an overlay!

The whole trial and error process was so much fun and very much worth it too! X3 💖💖

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

The continuation for that Alcina fic was fucking deliciousssssss skdjfskldfj

It got me thinking, I'm not sure if you've written a fic like this before or if you would even write one like this, but I was wondering what that situation (or one similar to it) would look like from Alcina's POV?

Hello, dears ♥️ In preparation for reaching ✨1,750 followers✨, I've been working on a little fic that was inspired by both this ask 🔺🔺🔺 (thank you 👀 I'm so glad you liked it jdhddjkd) , as well as this incredible piece of fanart!

But first and foremost:

Thank you all for following! 💋

And as for the request, here you go! Written from Alcina's POV and just under 3k words 👀 I hope some of you will enjoy it! 😁♥️

The Lady found herself in a foul mood as she made her way back into the castle. Met with nothing but absolute silence as she opened the large doors and walked into the even larger foyer. Of course, she expected no one else to be awake at this hour, save for her daughters who were still out on the hunt. Though, as she made her way slowly up the staircase, a faint sound could be heard traveling its way softly through the corridors. A quiet, subtle melody hummed just barely loud enough to be heard. But, of course, she heard it. She heard everything that happened within those castle walls - even when she cared not to.

“The audacity.. sneaking out at this hour.” She grumbled to herself, following the haunting sound. Her foul mood turning even more sour when she realized that her hopes of getting directly into a hot, soothing bath had been swiftly thwarted. Instead making it so she'd likely have to discipline someone instead. She sighed as the voice grew louder, leading her directly into the library.

A Countess' work is never done, Alcina, she thought to herself tiredly. Of course it wasn't. Why should she be able to enjoy the solitude of a hot bath and a glass of her favorite wine after running through the woods chasing after man-things all night? She huffed at the air, frustrated - irritation riddling her weary bones as she opened the doors to the large room - the soft humming immediately halting as she did.

“There's no use in hiding, dear. I may be tired, but I can still smell you from here.”

A murmured curse in response from a voice she knew all too well. She sighed again.

“Draga.. of all the nights to be breaking curfew..”

The Countess was in no mood and she could feel her patience wearing thinner by the minute. Of all people.

“Come out, pet, now.” She ordered through gritted teeth.

Slowly, the figure of her current paramour came hesitantly out from behind the bookstacks and into view. Skin pale and a look of sheer panic on their face.

“Alcina-”

“I don't believe now is the time for such informalities.” She responded sternly, cutting them short.

They swallowed nervously. “Right, of course. S-sorry, my lady. I.. I thought you were out for the night?”

Alcina scoffed. “As if that gives you the right to be disobeying my direct orders? Hm? Traipsing around the castle at all hours of the night.”

“N-no… it's just.. I-”

“Save it, pet. I am in no mood for excuses and you're the last person I wanted to have to discipline tonight.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and moved further into the room. A profound wave of exhaustion washing over her that forced a slight stumble to her stride.

When was the last time she had even fed? She wondered.

“My lady? Are.. are you alright?”

“It's nothing.” She snarled.

“Countess.. I am.. very sorry for disappointing you. And I know you're angry with me.” The human’s voice softened a little as they moved closer to her, fidgeting anxiously with their fingers. “But, if there is anything I can do? You know, to help.”

“There is.” She growled, “You can start by not being so incompetent!”

This time the words that came out were raw, primal - dipped in venom - the dragon within her inching closer and closer to the surface as her need to feed grew stronger. Albeit, the moment she saw her handservant flinch - coiling back at her words - she couldn't help but soften. Sighing, she turned to face them.

“I am sorry, draga. I seemed to have lost myself. While, yes, I am disappointed that you disobeyed the rules of this castle - you did not.. deserve that.” Alcina sat down in the chair closest to the fireplace and took a deep breath, her body overcome with exhaustion. “I fear it has been too long since I last fed. Which makes being around me at the moment rather.. dangerous. It would be for the best that you return to your quarters for now, pet. I'll deal with your punishment in the morning.”

“Oh. Of course, my lady.”

They bowed and then turned to leave before pausing.

“Uh.. Alcina?” They asked tentatively.

The Countess looked up, eyes heavy. “Hm?”

“Ah, if I may - you could.. use me.. if you wanted?”

Alcina raised an eyebrow. “Use you? How?”

“Ah.. heh.. that is, to feed? From me?”

The Countess stared blankly, shocked for a moment before shaking her head. “That's not necessary, draga. I have everything I need in my room.”

“I'm aware.. but.. you know. You're obviously quite exhausted and I'm.. well, I'm right here.”

They gave her a crooked little smile that she couldn't help but chuckle at.

“If you're trying to get out of your punishment, pet-”

“N-no! I'll fully accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate. I just.. want to help, is all.”

“Mmh..” The lady hummed in thought, mulling their very tempting offer. She was exhausted, this was true. And it'd been longer than she could recall since she’d had the taste of fresh blood in her mouth. Warm and pulsing and straight from the tap.

Still..

With the dragon in her so close to the surface, the worries of her losing control were imminent. And the thought of losing yet another partner - one as sweet and caring as they were, again - was almost too much of a thought to handle. Alcina physically shuddered at the thought, the warmth from the fire doing very little to calm her worries. Worries that her handservant must have quickly picked up on. Small fingers sliding into her own and a kind face looking up at her as they kneeled on the castle floor in front of her.

“Hey, I trust you.”

Alcina snorted. “Famous last words, pet.”

They chuckled softly. “How about this then.. is there maybe another part of my body that would be safer to drink from? Than say, my neck?”

The Lady smirked. “Mh, perhaps... your inner thigh would probably work.”

Alcina watched as a soft pink hue began to crawl across the human's cheeks. It was strikingly gorgeous basked in the firelight.

“O-oh.. well, ah.. that seems.. doable.”

A flash of crimson as her smirk widened. Her lover’s heartbeat quickening by the minute, thumping loudly over the soft crackle of the fire.

“Mhm.. are you certain? It may… hurt, quite a bit.”

Oh, how that blush grew even deeper at the Countess’ words. How exquisite it was. Alcina could feel the smugness seeping into the corners of her lips as she watched them fluster.

“I.. oh.. that's okay. I don't mind, my lady. R-really.” They replied, rubbing the back of their neck.

Not that they would've been the first of Alcina's suitors to be into pain. Far from it, in fact - it seemed to be a commonality in many of the lovers she had taken over the years. Whether it was just something that came with the territory - or more the fact that whenever they looked at her they found themselves thinking “big lady, break me” - either way, it was a noticeably recurring occurrence in the Countess’ love life.

“Very well.” Alcina replied, rising from the chair to her full height. “Pull up your skirt, pet, and take a seat.”

As dutiful as ever, her servant quickly obeyed and took their Lady's place on the large chair. A coy smile on their face as they pulled the simple fabric of their uniform past their upper thighs, exposing their supple flesh along with their dampened undergarments.

“Like this?” They asked with a smirk.

“Bold time for you to be acting bratty, pet. Don't you think?”

“Ah.. m-maybe?” They answered sheepishly.

“Mhm.”

And even though the Countess’ tone remained firm, she could only shake her head and chuckle as she lowered herself down to the fresh, warm meal that waited for her. A deep flush decorating the human’s cheeks as the Lady knelt in front of them, hands spreading their legs a little further apart for her.

“O-oh.. uh.”

The Countess looked at them curiously before leaning back. “If you're having second thoughts, pet-”

“N-no! I just.. ah.. this view is just.. really nice.”

An even smugger smirk grew across the Lady's lips. “Mhm.. is it now?”

“I mean.. yes?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts then, draga.. very rarely does one ever get me on my knees.”

The flushed servant almost choked in response as they quickly nodded, face as red as their employer’s lips.

“I.. mhm.. enjoying it. Yes.”

“Mh.. probably wet at just the sight, aren't you?” Alcina asked teasingly, forcing them to whine.

“A-alcinaa.. that's unfair.”

“And that's not an answer.”

The Countess' words grew a little darker, punctuating them with a firm scratch across the human's inner thigh, immediately pulling droplets of warm crimson to the surface.

They cursed. “Fine.. yes.. I am.”

“Mh.. good.”

A single sweep of her tongue over the fresh gash forced another whine from her lover, a fierce shiver rolling over their body. Alcina knew she was going to enjoy all of this maybe a little too much - but the needy sounds she could will from their lips was something she would never grow tired of. And as she leaned in a little further, with their metallic essence still warm in her mouth, she could smell just how aroused they already were.

Very good.

"Deep breaths now, pet. This is going to sting.”

They nodded softly in response, cheeks a brilliant hue and eyes widening the moment the Countess’ incisors began to lengthen, readying themselves to feed. Another swirl of her tongue over the spot she'd already marked. A rush of blood right below the surface, drawing the vampire directly to the proper vein. And as she gave her meal a final smirk, she took their thigh between two large hands and brought it to her mouth.

“Mmmph-!”

Whimpered breaths from her prey’s lips as sharp fangs seeped eagerly into their flesh.

“Mmmh.”

A subtle moan from within her own as she slowly drew their essence into her mouth, savoring the exquisite flavor of them. They tasted even better than she’d imagined - sweeter, more refined - with metallic undertones fueled by a life force that only made her all the more hungry.

“You taste divine, draga.” Alcina murmured, her words reverberating deep into their skin before her fangs were sunk back in again.

“Ah-!”

The subtle flinch to the muscle that laid just beneath her teeth, the soft moan that fell from their whispered lips - the Countess knew if she didn't keep her control that she could very easily become ravenous for their taste. The pulse of it flowing warmly over her tongue as she swallowed it down, indulging herself in the life that danced throughout it.

They would surely make an excellent wine.

And even though the thought was morbid to most - to Alcina, it was merely a compliment. One of the highest in fact. Though, she found all the best tasting humans tended to be the ones she had no desire of actually killing. Ones that inherently touched her heart and moved her soul. But hell if she didn't appreciate any chance she got at a taste.

Her lover's growing moans were the only thing to bring her back from her thoughts - from giving into the primal force that always sat just under the skin - ready to take over. But gods, could she smell how wet they were for her. How their body squirmed every time she drew a long pull of blood from them. Their flesh heated against her lips, their strong musk enveloping the tiny space between them. And out of the corner of her eye, Alcina could even see that the chair beneath the human was readily growing damper.

”Good”. She thought smugly, a smirk beneath her blood coated lips when she finally pulled away to look up at them.

"Am I to believe you're actually enjoying this, draga? Are you really so needy?”

They whined at her ridicule, squirming even more - her teasing tone and slightly taunting words having the exact effect on them that she wanted.

“You will answer me if you expect something done about it.” She demanded.

Another whine.

“F-fuck.. yes, okay? It's.. it feels good.”

“Mh. Better.”

The Lady placed a gentle kiss to their inner thigh and then brought two fingers to the hem of their underwear, swiftly ripping the fabric from their body. Her patented smirk growing even wider the moment the measure of their arousal was reflected in the firelight - they were absolutely dripping for her.

“Well, well.. all this for me?”

“All for you. A-always.”

“Charming, are we?”

Alcina went to move a little closer but felt them tense, immediately making her stop. A single eyebrow raised at them inquisitively.

“Draga?”

“It's just.. you're exhausted, Alcina.. you don't have to-”

“Hush. When have you ever known me to do something I haven't wanted?”

They chuckled, blushing sheepishly. “You have a point.”

“Plus,” she smirked, “I'm not quite finished with my meal yet.”

An even deeper blush. “O-oh. Alright, then.”

The Countess hummed in content when her lover finally relaxed, their head falling softly back. Their sweet scent immediately pulling her back in, lips quickly finding their pulse point while her fingers teased their entrance. With soft folds so wet that she found barely any resistance as she slid two fingers into them, generously stretching their core.

“Mmph-!”

A single curl as the Countess closed her eyes, allowing her fangs to sink deep into the human’s flesh once again.

“F-fuck-”

She couldn't help but to draw her gaze upward, to enjoy the view for just a moment. Her stunning love - flushed, legs spread - eyes closed softly in a mix of want and preparation. It truly were a shame, she thought, how mortal humans could be. To lose such a gorgeous sight was an offense to Alcina’s very being. That the world could ever lose such beauty? It was a thought that made her all the more eager - almost ravenous - to possessively stake her claim upon them.

To which she did..

With the Lady's fangs seeped deep within their flesh and her fingers buried in their core. Thrusting, curling. Matching the controlled pulls from their thigh as she feasted upon them. With each movement willing the most arousing sounds from her lover. Some breathy, some loud - moaning each and every time Alcina drove her fingers in a little harder. But it wasn't enough, not for her. The Countess wanted more. She wanted her name screamed out into the night in ecstasy. She wanted her claim imprinted into the stars themselves.

And she paid no mind to how many orgasms ripped across her lover's body. She cared not for how soaked both her fingers and the fabric below her became. Having now fed to her content, her mouth began moving onto marking the rest of their thighs. Nibbling and sucking over every inch of eager flesh that she could reach. Their essence dripping from the corners of her mouth and painting their skin in a dark crimson. Their body trembling, vibrating with desire until another orgasm ripped through them violently, finally forcing the Countess’ name from their tongue like a pious prayer. Their voice quickly falling to nothing more than a whisper - raw from unhindered pleasure.

“F-fuck, Alcina..”

“Mh, language.”

“Pretty sure.. it's warranted.”

Alcina chuckled before licking the excess blood from her lover's wounds, their thighs sufficiently covered in her claim.

“These should heal in a few days. I'll bring you some balm for them tomorrow.”

“Hm.. I like them, though.” The human pouted.

The Countess snorted. “Of course you do. My sweet little masochist.”

Feeling fully refreshed from her meal, Alcina had no intention of sleeping anytime soon, but she knew her handservant would certainly need rest after all of that. The loss of blood mixed with the intense dopamine boost would be enough to wipe anyone out. Without muttering a word, Alcina rose to her full height and picked up her lover's discarded underwear before lifting them up into her arms and into a full bridal carry.

“My lady-!”

“Hush, draga. You've lost a fair amount of blood, as well as other bodily fluids. You need to rest.” Even with the short walk from the library to the servants quarters, the body in her arms quickly grew heavy with sleep - the human’s breath nearly in a slumbered rhythm by the time they’d arrived.

“I’ll be back with some tea and something sweet for you, pet.” She said as she laid them gently onto their bed. “Please, try to drink and eat at least a little something before falling asleep.”

Her lover nodded tiredly, eyes heavy and cheeks flush with sleep.

“Mhm.. yes.. mistress…”

Alcina smiled and placed a tiny kiss to their cheek before walking towards the door. She was more than certain they'd be fast asleep by the time she returned, but she’d still do her best to make sure they woke up knowing just how much she treasured them.

Warm tea, their favorite pastry, some balm for their wounds and a note reading "Thank you for the exquisite meal, draga. Next time is on me. - xx, Alcina." would be there to greet them as soon as they woke up.

A/N: If I ever make it to 2k, I might just finally do some bottom!Alcina for you all 👀♥️

[galentir]

Hello you make really good art and I do love the Reggie design (hes my favorite) so yeah good job 👌🌟

[witchyvibes91]

blaise zabini smuttt 🙏🙏

Hehehe I love some good Blaise smut! Let me just...drop this...right here....🫳

TW: 18+, MDNI, chars 18+, gambling, slight oral, PinV

Strip poker. That’s how it started. Blaise loved hosting poker games but, tonight, this one was just for you. And it was going well, until you had no more clothes to remove. You were sitting completely nude when Blaise dealt the next round. 

“Since you have no more clothes, if I win, you have to do a little something for me, Ma.” Blaise spoke out, his low voice hinting in a teasing growl at something more. For the first time in your life, you were thankful you sucked at poker. 

“Oh? And what’s that?” You asked as you picked up your cards. Blaise shrugged his shoulders, shuffling through his cards. He laid them down and clearly won. You didn’t even bother showing yours. You tossed them aside and stalked towards him. He was shirtless, pantless, only wearing his boxers. 

His bulge was pressed hard against his boxers and fuck, he was huge. His size always impressed you. His hands went to your hips as he took in your fully naked body. He took one hand to slowly tease his boxers down and let his tip point out right at you.

“You’re going to ride me until I fill you up. Understood?” He asked, more demanded. You nodded your head but you didn’t sit on his lap. Not right away. You dropped to your knees and let your tongue tease over his length. You dragged it up to the tip, getting it nice and wet for you. 

“Understood.” You said before straddling him. You pushed your tits in his face as you started to thrust up and down on his length. Blaise’s hands dug into your ass, that perfect bubble ass that he loved so much. 

“I’m going to fuck you all night long, Ma.” Blaise groaned as you continued thrusting. And he would. Through endless games of poker, Blaise would spend the rest of the night destroying and worshipping that perfect body of yours. And he would love it. He would love every second of it.

Just a little snippet for now but I hope you liked it anon! Thank-you for the request 💙

[personasintro]

good lord, some of yall need to hop off mimi’s back. ✨

And my nonexistent dick 😢

[2aceofspades]

So aside from Peepaw, who’s your favorite turtle? Inquiring minds want to know.

Raphie ❤️

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