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I'd like to request a snippet for a justice-driven homicidal Vampire Hunter getting bitten by his long-time femdommy Vampire rival and enjoying it far more than he expected. Can be as suggestive as you wish <3
He didnât talk for a long, long time. He just watched her curiously, not really sure what he would do, now that he was alone in a room with her again.
Last time turned out horribly wrong with her destroying all his weapons and pushing him against the wall. He wasnât one to lose his composure easily but that one wasâŚchallenging.
âUgh. You again?â she asked. Her pupils were dilated, two massive black holes in a dimly lit room that sucked him in. âCome back later.â
His eyes fell on the shards on the floor, the deep scratches in the wooden desk. A drawer was destroyed, torn into pieces. Usually, order was important to her. Wherever she was, there was a certain grace that followed her.
âIâm here to finally end this,â the vampire hunter said. âAnd Iâm not leaving this room until I do.â
Usually, she wouldâve laughed at that. She liked to tease him. Make fun of him.
But she didnât say a thing, she just rolled her eyes and groaned. One hand sank into her smooth hair, grabbing her skull as she was squeezing her eyes together.
Heâd never seen her like this before. Tortured like that.
Oh god.
She seemed to be in pain, fingers grabbing the desk hard enough to make the wood crack. Was she sick? Injured?
âIâll make this quick. Some hunters capture vampires and force them to walk in the sun until they die.â This was mercy, wasnât it? Itâs what he had to do, what he was trained to do.
âArenât you a sunshine?â she asked. Her eyes found him again and hunger and insanity seemed to mix in them. He was more enticed than he shouldâve been.
Heâd been after her for months now, had spent years trying to end her. So many times, heâd been this close.
And he kept hesitating every single time. Sometimes he cursed himself for that. She seemed to be so much better at being his enemy.
âLook, pretty boy.â She looked at him and he noticed that her eyes were bloodshot. âI will decapitate you with my hands and let your head rot on my desk if you donât leave now.â
âYouâre sick.â
âSo Iâve been told,â she said.
âNo. Youâre sick. Youâre ill. Somethingâs wrong.â He took a step towards the desk, watching her hands, her body to detect any signs of danger but she didnât seem to be capable of fighting right now. Her muscles tensed and relax almost rhythmically. âI canât kill you when youâre ill.â
Technically, not true.
He took another step towards her, trying to reach her with his hand.
âIâm good with medicine and I have enough knowledge about vampires to help you, just let meââ
He didnât know exactly why he was acting like an absolute idiot. When it came to her, his brain shut off and showed no signs of going back up.
She snatched his wrist and slammed it into the wall, panting as she pressed him against it once again. Her fangs hovered over his bare skin. He felt her breath on his neck, heavy and fast, and god, he realised how lonely he was.
âYou have to go,â she said.
âIâve never seen you act like this,â he said, his heart hammering in his chest. He concentrated on her body, trying to think of any sickness she could have. Nothing came to mind. âIâve never seen a vampire act like this.â
âIâŚâ She let her head drop, still panting, still clawing at his wrist. Their chests were touching and he was sure he was going insane when her forehead rested on his shoulder. âIâm trying to starve myself.â
âWhat?â he whispered, angry at the thought and confused why she would want to do that.
âMy niece died three months ago of old age. She was the last of my family. Theyâre all dead now. I havenât tasted blood since.â
âAre you insane?! Three months?â Her breath was slowing, her grip loosening. He knew she was probably at the end of her tether, with his heart beating hard enough for the two of them to hear. It probably took all her composure not to make a meal out of him.
âI didnât know what to do,â she said. âI wouldâve asked you butâŚI donât think you can kill me.â
âExcuse me?â
She raised her head to look up at him.
âNo offence,â she said, studying his face. He was probably drenched in red, even though he wanted to play it cool. âFuck, youâre so adorableâŚâ
He knew how unfair life could be. A long time ago she had mentioned that she never wanted to be a vampire in the first place.
To watch everyone around her die, to be alone for goodâŚhe swallowed, touched by how much he could relate to that.
It wasnât easy, this profession. Most people didnât make it to their 30s.
âBite me,â he whispered gently.
âWhat?â
âBite me,â he said again. âPlease. Iâll beg for it if I have to. Please, help yourself.â
She was tired, he could tell. Maybe that was why she didnât argue. Her nails dug into his shoulders and if that wasnât enough to ruin him already, she licked his neck generously, sucking on the spot she wanted. He cursed quietly, trying to hold onto her hips but she was faster and pressed his wrists above his head with one hand.
The other found his jawline and followed it. When she was done with her preparations, she pressed a kiss to the wet spot on his neck and moved on to brush her lips against his.
âIs this really what you want?â
âMight as well have some fun before I kill you, huh?â He chuckled nervously. God, he was rusty. He couldnât remember the last time heâd been touched like this.
âDonât get cocky now,â she warned, lifting her knee to press it between his thighs. âDonât get cockyâŚâ
He groaned, nearly whimpered and leaned his head back, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He wondered if this was how everyone who got bitten by her felt like and that thought alone made him jealous.
He was a starved man, he realised. Starved like her, for other reasons and maybe for the same reason. He had expected her to be ice cold and though her skin was a lot cooler than his, she was comforting.
Being close to her made him feel at peace. It was as if heâd known her in his previous lives, as if this was meant to be. He couldnât allow himself to think thoughts like thatâŚ
âPleaseâŚâ
âShhh, my love.â She sucked a hickey into his neck and it slowly dawned on him that she was edging herself. Sucking that blood to the surface, taking her timeâŚor maybe she just wanted to edge him.
Maybe she was just as nervous as he was, maybe she was just as rusty. He couldnât tell. And he didnât care. He cursed himself for all the wasted years.
One last time, her tongue went over his skin and then, he felt a sharp pain, followed by sweet release and an overwhelming amount of pleasure.
He wanted to hunt her for eternity, he wanted to hate her, he wanted to call her his undying nemesis so bad but above all, he wanted to fall asleep on her chest with her long fingers buried in his hair.
#THIS TURNED OUT SO ANGSTY NAUR#and so horny??#I had so much fun with this!#also that I post this on the first of July is a coincidence istg I did not wait for pride month to be over to post this#writing snippet#suggestive#vampire x vampire hunter#vampire hunter x vampire#vampire#vampire hunter#f/m
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I love how unsanitized The Terror feels. Like thereâs grime everywhere. You can tell those men smell bad. When they do surgery you can hear the bone being cut, when they get sick they look genuinely ill. The main characterâs actor even has pockmarks, he LOOKS like he could be from the 1800s! And idk, I think itâs cool that weâre so aware of the charactersâ carnal desires. Theyâre hungry, thirsty, freezing, etc, and it is so obvious that they have a body with needs!!
I think this also accounts for how horny the show feels, even though everyone is bundled up 90% of the time and there are no real romantic subplots. Besides the fact that itâs a very carnal show, it just has the intimacy and grime of true horniness. Is this thing on
#rambling#virtually none of my mutuals/followers like The Terror⌠yâall please give it a shotâŚ..#itâs SO MUCH like jsamn. like surprisingly similar#speaking of fantasy novels#I should write a little essay about how many Great Stories have a sense of physical realism to them!#like think about Lord of the Rings#in those books it takes them ages to get anywhere. they spend a lot of time talking about their water bottles and food supplies#and Iâm thinking of that one bit where they spend the whole chapter trying to figure out how to get down a small cliff#you FEEL like youâre hiking with them#same sorta deal with the terror#the terror#the terror amc#Iâm talking about horniness very confidently for someone who is ace lol
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Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly thingsâpost its that say âhi Edwin :)â. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.
Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And itâs ridiculous, because Edwinâs right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he canât sort out what the hell heâs feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.
So. He writes down some of the shit he canât say right, and because heâs a coward, hides them so he doesnât have to see Edwinâs face when he reads them.
then Edwin starts writing back.
Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like theyâre just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.
Sometimes he canât. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwinâs not mad, heâs maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.
Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.
Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).
Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knowsâknows Charles doesnât mean to make him fall more in love with him.
#payneland#dbda#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#mini fic#charles x edwin#chedwin#fic#anyone is welcome to write this!#maybe I will eventually once I crawl victorious from the mountain of my 10+ wips#either way Iâm a strong believer in the 2 or more cakes principle#would love different peoples takes on this#UGH BUT JUST IMAGINE⌠Edwin being scared to date & try new things#reading over and over how Charles is scared too how heâs faking being brave most of the time.#keeping the letter over his heart for courage#(I do think Edwin should date people for a while because like. heâs hot! he never got to be a teenager!#let him kiss cute boys for a bit! realize thereâs nothing wrong with him! become more confident! more centered!#maybe it makes Charles a little crazy! proud and possessive and confused horny!)#they have time! :) & sometimes you need to go on your solo journey so u can then become more freakishly codependent with your#work bestie husband ride or die twin flame in the future. yk
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no thoughts just simon roughly undoing your corset at the end of the night. idk how he'd be there without it being seen as improper or whatever or maybe hes your husband but i feel like it'd send me into subspace so quick.. kinda similar to shibari? idk.
The times when he's rough with your stays are few and far between, mostly he unlaces the (newly) double stranded thing with blunt nails that slip against the laces. His own knots so carefully tied keeping you held tight in what may as well be his embrace. His signature is already neatly embroidered on your modesty panel, his words neatly penned in bleeding ink professing all the places his lips would touch. Scandalous delivered before he ever made it to your marriage bed, you might add.
Oh no, Simon is very... deliberate with your stays. Possessive, even. His knot is one you can't undo, one that even he sometimes resorts to pulling between his teeth. It's a security you can't go against, a lock whose only key is held by Simon. He won't even let your maid touch your laces. You sit for him and arch into his touch as he threads one line, then another, and another. His fingers skim your chemise, his breath just barely even. You hang your head to feel his teeth graze the top knob of your spine as he pulls you tight, and takes the first swell of your breath between his fingers.
It's a beautiful thing. A second spine borrowed from your husband's hand. How each crossed thread holds its own knot at the center, how each lace ladders itself to climb up the looping of Simon's signature, his name just barely visible under the knots and laces. No, he doesn't tear at your stays. Swear at them maybe. Tell you he won't tie them so tight next time, a lie. But never tear.
Cut? Well, now that's another thing entirely. And you'd be lying if you said the press of his blade along your spine, slowly carving out your trapped breath, didn't make you squeeze your legs around the hand he'd already buried between them.
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#x oc#cod x oc#ghost mw2#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#mw2 ghost#ghost cod#oc: goose#im gonna slot this into my edwardian au#EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THE STAYS WERE SHORTER#fashion nerds please dont come for me i know the sins im committing#have we not all sinned for our horniness? am i truly so different from you?#also i just came back from some truly wonderful community theater#which told Edgar Allan Poe's life story#and all the costumes were 1870s victorian style#which is crazy because he dies in 1849
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"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasnât new, but Eddie doesnât think heâs actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
âI was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?â
âYou are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.â
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since.Â
Jesus Christ.
âEddie?â
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says âFuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?â
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge đđđ
âMaybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.â
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
âJeff, I gotta go,â he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
âEddie, what-
âHarrington messaged me. I'll call you back.â
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious.Â
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; heâd gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammyâs here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesnât expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie-Â
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath.Â
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
âIâm open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?â
He doesnât expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
âIâm partial to Daddy, myself.â
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isnât just âPlease, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I havenât been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?â
Steve saves him by sending another message.
âBut maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though Iâd be happy to see where things go after that.â
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because thereâs no way Eddieâs long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
Thereâs no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
âDinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.â
#like everyone else those new pics of joe keery left me kind of#feral. horny. slutty.#so i channeled my feeling a bit#i miiiight do more of this but no promises#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#rockstar eddie munson#actor steve harrington#joey writes#ficlet#fun fact: eddie's tweet was my actual real life message to my friends about those pics
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jus thinking of tf141 :( (smutâŚ.. very slutty imagines)
simon âghostâ riley who fucks you till youâre both stupid, whimpering messes. drool is spilling onto your back as he pulls your hair and listens to your whines.
johnny âsoapâ mactavish who bullies his thick cock into your seeping pussy, his soft kisses on your neck making up for it as he pushes in deeper and deeper.
captain john price who groans once you sink to your knees, mumbling on about making him feel so so so good, and he just tangles his hand in your hair.
kyle âgazâ garrick who greedily licks up ever little bit of cum that is all over your thighs and cunt, not caring if it was his or yours.
alternatively
simon âghostâ riley who cums all over his phone the first day of deployment because youâve sent him a video of yourself two fingers deep in your pussy, groaning and moaning about how much you already miss him.
johnny âsoapâ mactavish who finds himself locked in a telephone booth, hand down his pants as his fists his cock to your voice as you ramble on and on about your day, and just as he cums, the money runs out and the call ends. :(
captain john price who keeps a gorgeous picture of you in a locket, which seems so sweet at first. he starts to take polaroid on top of polaroid every time heâs not deployed and when his cock is aching so very late at night, he just pulls out a polaroid and relives the moment again.
kyle âgazâ garrick who is so tempted to cum come home that he buys a burner phone and dials your number. when he hears your soft voice he almost cums instantly (poor boy) and he listens to you go on about the sweet girl at the flower shop as he tugs at his lengthy cock, desperate for release.
#your honor i love them so much#hornyâŚâŚ.. very hornyâŚâŚ#cod#ghost cod#gaz cod#price cod#soap cod#cod x reader#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#captain price#kyle gaz garrick#john price#captain john price#tf 141#tf141 smut#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#gaz x reader#kyle garrick#john mactavish#kyle garrick x reader#i need them all#physically and mentally
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SO WON'T YOU COME WITH ME, AND TASTE IMMORTALITY?
#ice nine kills#spencer charnas#ice nine kills fanart#spencer charnas fanart#metal#metalcore#illustration#i love this stupid fucking song. the title. why is it that horny. why is it the way it is while also being about Dracula. why does it suck#i loveit so m uch#gonna do more of these btw#milosartstuff
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Needles is so funny, they try to scare an emergency service operator, someone who I'm sure is completely used to getting strange threats from people on the phone.
And when that doesn't work Needles goes "ok fuck you I'm coming over"
Dude was trying so hard
#tmagp#the magnus protocol#episode 6#i do like Mx. Needles#Jonny âwhy are you all so hornyâ Sims making yet another hot monster
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