#blood lemon

[fantasydoctor]

TRUE BUGS MIGHT LAUGH IN YOUR FACE // DON’T FRET, YOU’RE LEADING THE RACE

[claypigeonpottery]

I’m love her 😍

I turned off the camera before I finished the vulture because I needed to look at the references on my phone 😅

I was a little nervous about making this piece too muddy with all the sponge texture and browns, but 😍

rambling about commissions under the cut

these kinds of commissions are the reason I don’t charge extra for original commissions (vs copies of my previous work), despite sketching and reference hunting taking hours at times. and why I love making variations on the copies too. I want to encourage people to ask me to make new things!

I always enjoy the commissions I take, I generally don’t take them if they don’t suit my art style or if I would find them tedious, but getting a commission that pulls from things I’ve already done and adds new elements, especially ones I wouldn’t have thought to add, is so satisfying!

[yanderemommabean]

Down Bad Alpha Best friend

tw-blood mention, general disgusting creepy actions, be warned

Something something Yandere Alpha best friend being just a general creep, stealing your used and dirty underwear to jerk off into and spill their load into, slipping you muscle relaxers so they can just slide between your legs and sniff your underwear as they jerk off by humping the bed/couch, getting off when they see a bit of blood on you and wanting to lick any small wound you have, getting rock solid when they feed you by hand and wanting to see if they can force feed you more-

Just a very creepy and perverted down bad BFF in the Omegaverse

-Mommabean

[stayatsam]

time to plan out the border...

[gaywarcriminals]

Happy Halloween, I think that if Shen Jiu was a vampire, Yue Qingyuan would have wet dreams about SJ draining him completely dry. He'd look like a puppy left in the rain whenever SJ pulled away after drinking a mere pint of blood. He'd ask, politely, subtly, if SJ was *sure* he was satisfied, or if he needed more. YQY's big and strong, if SJ needs more, he can take it. He can handle whatever SJ wants--

[hiraethminds]

[maxphilippa]

EVERYONE IS GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HOORAY!!!!

magma bucket tag: @andeisafag

spoon tag: @si74c

cobalt blue tag: @ebbpup

[tortelorrini]

Mfw I’m forever blowing bubbles

[bougiebutchbinch]

Wade and Logan fuck in two modes, bone breaking, all night long could kill someone bloody mess, and Logan eating him out for hours until he's a whimpering mess. You understand this .....

oh, 1000%. Often both.

They start like they do most nights - that is to say, with Logan between Wade's thighs.

He nuzzles at his cunt, scraping those plump lips with his stubble, then pulls back to watch the slick drip, the rosy beard-burn fade. Wade whimpers and wriggles. Shoving his hips up, chasing Logan's touch - little brat.

But, fun as it is to torment him, Logan can't handle this for long. He needs to be buried in him; needs his spit-slick to gloss over Wade's ass, gluing the backs of his thighs to the kitchen floor, until his taste and Wolverine's are combined. So, he indulges himself. Licking and sucking. Working Wade over with the indomitable patience of an immortal - eyes ravenous, but mouth soft.

And Wade? Oh, he's loving it. Writhing like a worm on a hook, clenching greedy around Logan's tongue. Chattering all the while: fuck yeah, kitty got the cream... no, wait; this is better than cream. This is Creme De La Creme De La Edgar... Ha! Eat your heart out, Walt Disney! I can make Aristocats references now without getting sued! ....Or, well, eat your pussy out, I suppose? Ooh - Peanut, do you think you could get to my heart if you keep licking like that for the next thousand years - like that parable with the sparrow who wipes its beak on the mountain, and wears it down to dust? Or is this more of a Tootsie Pop situation? A-one, and a -two, and a -

However, as the minutes tick by... Logan's control slips. His grip on Wade's legs turns bruising. The bites deepen, going from playful nips to drawing blood.

The next time Wade squirms, Logan snarls.

His claws snikt out, gouging through the soft of Wade's abdomen. Pinning him in place as Logan chomps down on his femoral artery, spraying them both with a hot gush of blood (and, uh, other fluids, because if that ain't gonna make Wade squirt, I don't know what is...)

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Then, during a different encounter, an argument turns into wrestling, turns into fighting, turns into all-out murder. Which, obviously, turns into sex.

Wade has Logan pinned, a cheeky corkscrewed judo hold. Somehow (he's not quite sure when) they started scissoring, slamming together so roughly that Wade popped out his hip - but like hell is he backing down. He grinds down as Logan grinds up, laughing as his dislocated hip twangs. Manic and free.

There's blood everywhere. Internal organs stink and steam, strewn across the kitchen laminate. They really should've put down a tarp; Al's gonna bitch if she finds another spleen that got kicked under the cabinets and left to rot...

Logan growls, shattering that thought. Claws punch through Wade's pelvis, giving Logan more leverage, letting him reclaim control of their grind.

"Cheater," Wade bitches, but he supposes he can let Wolvie have this match. Out of the kindness of his heart.

The pressure is fucking volcanic. It builds with each slide of their sweaty bodies, each scrape of their cocks between their puffy labia. Wade can't tell if the slick between them is slick or just blood from where Logan worked his fist inside him earlier, rough and mean and fucking perfect, then extended his claws; or when he bit off Logan's plump, twitching t-dick off in retaliation and spat it out in his grinning face. But either way, their sex is molten-hot and gross and perfect.

Then... then Wolvie grabs the back of his neck.

Wade tenses - is he going for his medulla? Kinky; he knows how much Wade loves it when he kills him, so he'll swim back to life while being worked open on the fattest of Logan's straps. But Logan just snarls. He looks fierce and furious and all kinds of feral - but strangely desperate too.

Wade can't quite work out what for. But when Logan yanks him down, he doesn't resist.

Their mouths collide.

Not in a bite. Wolvie doesn't even take the opportunity to snap Wade's neck. Just... kisses him. Right there, in the puddle of blood and viscera that fell out of Wade after Logan withdrew his fist. Their bodies gridlocked, their tongues entwined.

...Now this is a truly devious tactic.

It's also working.

Wade melts over Logan, the claws sunk knuckle-deep in his pelvis pulling him back and forwards, grinding in counterpoint to the body beneath him. Shuddering, at the drag of Logan's regrowing cock through his dripping folds.

"Cheater," he accuses again, pulling away to gasp - but Logan only grunts a laugh.

[mafialex]

[marinamar4]

It's not exactly canon, but it makes sense to me. When did you find out that the most likely reason Annabeth's "signature" smell is lemon because spiders hate citrus?

[metalomagnetic]

Hello Metalo

I love the Disgraced Witches's Den, they are just chilling and having fun.

Has Walden and Mr McNair gotten back in contact with Evy since under Sirius support she is back in society ? Also, is Sirius giving Bella access to black gold or is her father? I remember how Bella helped Sirius out when he ran away...

Walden has always kept in touch with Evy, though before Sirius, it was very hush-hush. Now that she's been accepted back by most of the younger crowd, Walden publicly acknowledges her (also, it's helpful that she supports him with money, even paid for his wedding and a home for him). Her parents do not acknowledge her at all. If you ask them, she is dead as far as they're concerned.

Bella is not allowed to step foot inside Gringotts, or any public institution (unless it's St Mungo and she personally needs treatment there- otherwise she's not allowed into the Hospital as a visitor. Special requests were granted for her to attend her father's funeral, since it was so public and on a semi-public magical place). So she hardly needs gold, since she has nowhere to spend it anyway, in theory. However, she did take some trips to some shops in Knockturn, where she trusts no one would call the Aurors.

She also goes to Muggle London, since no one knows her there; Sirius and Andromeda sometimes convince her to join them there to eat at a restaurant or just get her to see something other than a rotation of manors.

She has access to gold or pounds. (Sometimes she orders via mail from magical stores all around the world, mostly gifts for her loved ones or dresses for herself, and her favourite perfumes haha). When she lived with her dad, she was too drugged up to want anything, but then she moved in with Narcissa and you can imagine, Narcissa paid for everything Bella wanted, or handed her gold/pounds if Bella asked.

Now she lives with Evy, but both Cygnus and Sirius go and leave a bag of money for Bella every month in case she needs it for whatever, without being asked. And since Andromeda moved there, too, Cygnus and Sirius also gave gold to her. Now, it's just Sirius.

Cygnus left the majority of his assets to Bella, Andromeda and Narcissa, but he set a little something apart for Dora and Draco, in the interest of being fair to his grandchildren, too, even if Draco hardly needs more gold. (Same for Pollux, he left A LOT, like outrageous amounts of gold for Draco, Marvolo and Orion even if neither kids could possibly ever need it, but he wanted to be fair to all his great-grandsons. However he was an old-fashioned bigot, so he left nothing for Elara, since she's a girl, and nothing for Dora, since he and Irma never accepted her because of her blood.)

So Andromeda has her own gold now, though it's not a fortune or anything; I think Cygnus was wealthy enough, but nothing ridiculously so (like say Sirius or Lucius or other first born sons; Cygnus was more like Alphard. Rich, but not filthy rich), so after his wealth got divided in five, it's not a huge amount for Andromeda, but enough that she would be able to sustain herself independently if need arouse. (Both Bella and Cissa offered for Andromeda to have their share of the inheritance, since they hardly need it, but Andromeda firmly refused.)

However, Bella cannot have access to her gold, either inherited from Cygnus or the enormous wealth in Lestrange vault. So, for now, it's Sirius that takes care of Bella's needs, and also for Andromeda (even if she tries to refuse, but he won't hear of it), and he insists he's the one to pay for whatever Dora needs, and advised Dora to leave whatever she got for Cygnus untouched for now, even if she is seventeen. But Dora already has plans to get a job as soon as she's done with Hogwarts and earn her own gold, because she's very driven and independent, and Bella encourages her thoroughly and also trains Dora whenever Dora is on holiday, in both duelling skills and Potion Making.

Druella has her own gold, as inheritance combo from her own father, grandparents and an assortment of odd uncle and aunts, but since both Bella and Andromeda are living with Evy, Druella moved in with Narcissa after Cygnus died, because Narcissa (even if not close to her mum, is dutiful, and in her view it's necessary and a social obligation to take care of a mother and not abandon her to live alone. Lucius is *delighted*, I tell you. Poor man. But at least he has many opportunities to suck up to Druella, trying to make sure Druella will leave her gold to Draco, because hey, Lucius is of the opinion that more is always better, even if not remotely needed).

To Walburga's horror, after Cygnus died, now she has to take care of her own mother, since she's the only child of Irma's left, so now Irma is living in Grimmauld, and it is a very big house, but it somehow feels tiny for Walburga lol (she's using Sirius' old hiding spots to hide from her mother when she needs space). Thankfully, Irma adores her grandsons and great grandchildren, so she's mostly preoccupied with them, and when she doesn't do that, she likes to find ways to be a bitch to Astrid and Isadora, so she doesn't have much time to pester Walburga. Irma was always a terror, a veritable force of nature, and now she is the OLDEST living Black, the matriarch of the entire horrible family. Plus, she has a way with Sirius, whom she always spoiled since he could crawl, and Sirius isn't inclined to go against her. Irma is living her best life, even if she misses her husband dearly. To be fair, Irma aways lived her best life, but now her social status is basically God like lol 😂

That was probably more information than you asked for lol, but I like to think about this fic all too often and ramble about it, so sorry!

[bondibee]

Redraw of this old piece ✨

Making adjustments

[bbeiex]

cw dave + tiny bit of blood & bruises >:3

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[sultrycomets]

Femoral vein goodness.🩸

A bit of spice for the vampformers AU!

(🎨 by @lykostherium)

[libby-for-life]

Prompt: Lucifer and Adam goes on a date for the first time, but the waiter or waitress start flirting with Adam. Lucifer takes Adam back home after the date and...

Rough/Possessive sex and Daddy kink

I love this idea! Let's begin.

Lucifer watched as his little lamb shifted in his soft leather seat. He looked so cute in the outfit he picked out. A black tux with a gold and red tie. His colors to mark his pet. He had at one point brought up the idea of a collar but when Adam had timidly explained it was what she liked to do with him, Lucifer quickly reassured him that he would never do something his little lamb wasn't comfortable with.

The smile he got and the tearful thank you he got was enough to make him want to hunt Lilith down and���

"Sir? Are you okay?" Lucifer blinked when he felt a hand on his knee and he smiled into warm brown eyes.

"Yes, little lamb I'm okay. Do you know where we're going?" Adam shook his head, his lamb ears flopping just a bit. It made Lucifer want to bite them.

"We're going to a little Italian restaurant I know of called Il Piccolo Carro. It's good quality food." Lucifer said as Adam hung off his every word. He smirked as he brought his lamb closer. "I'm sure you're hungry~."

His little lamb shivered but nodded.

They got to the restaurant in record time for their reservations. This was their first date in public. He needed it to be perfect. The host greeted them and they were guided toward their seats. A nice booth with plenty of privacy so Lucifer and his partner weren't swarmed by sinners.

Soon, a waitress came to their table. She had long blue hair styled in ringlets, little flippers where her ears were, and light blue skin. Her small fangs were exposed when she smiled and her gold eyes flashed in the light. Dark blue freckles lined her nose, the same shade as her hair. Her perky tits were practically hanging out from her uniform. She smiled at them both as she said, "Hi! I'll be your waitress, Flare. What kind of drinks can I get you started with?"

"How about a bottle of Giacomo Conterno Monfortino?" She nodded before Lucifer watched as her eyes fell on his little lamb. He watched the moment her eyes filled with lust and she leaned forward with a pur. "And what can I get for you, sugar?"

Lucifer saw red. How fucking dare she flirt when he was literally right in front of her! Did she not know who he was?!

Adam, the poor little lamb, looked severely uncomfortable with her attention. "Uh, just some water."

"Oh, water? I love water! You can just glide right in." Lucifer felt his claws dig into the surface of the booth, expensive leather splitting like butter.

Adam tilted his head confused for a minute at her wording before his cheeks filled with a bright yellow blush. "Oh....sure." He mumbled. He looked even more uncomfortable now. Lucifer, not wanting to ruin their date, said in a cool tone, "Our drinks?"

Flare gave him a once-over before sighing. "Yea, yea." Then she wandered off. Lucifer felt his eyes burn red. How dare she...this whore wasn't going to live much longer if he had anything to say by it.

Adam didn't like making scenes. He liked to tough it out and wait for it to be all done. Essentially, as much as Lucifer hated to see it this way, a door mate. His timid nature and soft-spoken words drew in all the wrong crowd. Which is why Lucifer needed to be here. Who knew what kind of degenerate would scoop him up?

The entire night, Flare would not let up on her flirting. She seemed Hell bent on making Adam hers for the night. His little lamb looked so uncomfortable but the look he gave Lucifer was enough to stop him from ripping her throat out in public. Finally, she crossed a line that the King of Hell wouldn't let pass.

When Adam stood up to go to the bathroom, Flare slapped his ass. Hard. The yelp and the mortified and fearful look he gave her coupled with how smug she looked made Lucifer snap. He materialized his little lamb to the car before turning to Flare. She had the gal to look unimpressed. She really must be new. He let out his full demonic form and watched as she cowered away from him.

"What gives you the right to touch what is mine?!" He bellowed, fire leaving his mouth. He ripped her arms off her sockets, black blood splattering the booths. Now she couldn't touch anything with her grubby fingers. She wailed, tears flowing along with her please but Lucifer had given her enough chances.

"Someone get me a manager!" Almost immediately, a fat walrus-looking demon hurried his way over. He bowed before him giving Lucifer the proper respect.

"Fire this bitch and then give a call to Rosie of Cannibal Colony. Tell her she has fresh meat." Flare's wails increased as she begged for forgiveness. Lucifer had none to give.

He'll make sure Flare never touched anything ever again.

He reverted to his original form. Giving one last hateful glare to the blubbering fish demon, he disappeared into the limousine holding his little lamb.

Adam sat curled on the seat, his fingers nervously fiddling with his tie. He looked at Lucifer with a shaky smile. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine little lamb." Lucifer crawled over to his pet before saying, "Are you though?"

Adam nodded, his smile brightening.

"Good. Come here then, my pet. I'll show you just who you belong to."

Adam blushed before nodding. "Come to, Daddy." Adam slipped onto the floor of the limousine and kneeled before Lucifer. The sight alone made the King of Hell hard. He gripped his horns and brought him for a kiss. There was no battle of tongues, for his little lamb knew to submit.

Adam was only allowed to breathe when Lucifer allowed him to. A string of saliva connected them as they parted and Lucifer smirked at the vacant expression he wore. With a snap of his fingers, they were both naked. He had Adam on all fours as he brutally pounded into him. Moans and grunts filled the car along with his pet's sobs of ecstasy. He leaned over and bit one of his juicy ears.

"Don't climax until Daddy says you can." He growled out before pinching his nipples hard. Adam squealed in pleasure, his tail vibrating with stimulation. Keeping up the pace, he kept talking to his little lamb.

"I don't like it when other people look at you, touch you, or flirt with you." Lucifer began. He let go of his chosen nipple and grabbed his pet's hair, yanking it back. "I don't like it when others see your beauty." He slammed one last time as he climaxed. "You are mine. Only I can do that!" He roared. Adam wailed out his own words as he held back from climaxing. "I'm yours, Daddy! Only yours!"

"Then come for me, little lamb. Make a mess of yourself."

His pet let go and moaned high as he was allowed relief. Lucifer caught him before he could collapse. "That's my good lamb. So very good. I love you so much, you know that?" He said as Adam looked at him with glazed eyes. When he was finally able to look at him clearly, he gave a sweet smile that could make anyone's heart melt.

"Felt good, Daddy. So good." And then he passed out. Lucifer let out a chuckle. At least they salvaged the date.

Hope y'all enjoyed it!