#draculas-cigarette

[stuck-in-limbo]

[molloytheboy]

I adore re: dracula Quincey so so much like yes of course he has his own acoustic guitar theme that plays every time he speaks and it changes based on the tone of the scene as he SHOULD

[batxcastlesociety]

tried drawing him from memory

[thecoldestrevenge]

[gentleman-aster]

Version of that meme of two people who just had sex where one is smugly smoking a cigarette and the other is all blushing except this time it's the blushing one who's smoking a cigarette do you see my vision

[son-of-dracula-flow]

I am the leading cause of child mortality. Rolling cigs in the maternity ward and handing them out. This is a cry for help.

[jackcrowv]

COUN-TWO-THREE

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

Dapper Dracula is LOOKING.

[leadendeath]

Are our drinks really that much more caffeinated than other countries'?

Wild

yeh mate. a lot more's allowed where u r, because u like to have fun :]

[minaharkerdailymirror]

The Changing of the Guard

Mina Harker knew what he was as soon as she saw him.

It wasn't a jerk in her gut, or a creep in her spine like some would think. She had dormant vampire blood in her veins but it did not give her any special gift beside longevity. she did not heal quickly, she did not have extra strength or speed. Dracula's gift after they killed him was that she was living a very long time. Eternity was a bloody long time to think about

It wasn't even her monster hunter hunting experience that told her what he was. It was his eyes. Those odd eyes that vampires had; she noticed it appearing more and more over the decades. She wondered why it was different with her experience. Dracula had no such features, he would pass as a normal man. And his age made him very powerful but he also had many weaknesses. The new breed also had far less weaknesses than Dracula did. Garlic and holy places did nothing to them and they were getting far more hard to kill.

This one would be hard to kill.

But best see if she could burrow in, he probably had a nest somewhere. Best see where it led her

She lit a cigarette and went to meet his gaze boldy, to see if what he might do.

[thevapegiant]

The E-Cigarette Revolution: A Smoke-Free Future

In the ever-evolving world of tobacco alternatives, electronic cigarettes, or e-cigarettes, have emerged as a groundbreaking and contentious innovation. These devices, designed to mimic the experience of smoking traditional cigarettes without the harmful effects of tobacco, have garnered a significant following and sparked intense debate among health experts, policymakers, and consumers. In this blog post, we'll delve into the world of e-cigarettes, exploring their history, benefits, concerns, and their potential role in shaping a smoke-free future.

A Brief History of E-Cigarettes

E-cigarettes, often referred to as vapes or electronic nicotine delivery systems (ENDS), made their debut in the early 2000s. They were initially created as a smoking cessation aid, offering smokers an alternative to traditional cigarettes. These devices work by heating a liquid, commonly known as e-liquid or vape juice, which contains nicotine, flavorings, and other chemicals. The heat transforms the liquid into an aerosol, which users inhale.

The Benefits of E-Cigarettes

Reduced Harm: E-cigarettes are generally considered less harmful than traditional cigarettes because they don't involve burning tobacco, which produces a multitude of toxic chemicals. Users inhale vapor rather than smoke.

Smoking Cessation: Many individuals have successfully used e-cigarettes as a smoking cessation tool. They provide the sensation of smoking without exposing users to tar and many of the harmful byproducts of combustion.

Flavor Variety: E-cigarettes offer a wide range of flavors, from traditional tobacco to fruit, dessert, and beverage-inspired options, catering to diverse preferences.

Concerns and Controversies

Despite their potential benefits, e-cigarettes have not been without controversy:

Youth Usage: E-cigarettes have gained popularity among youth, raising concerns about nicotine addiction and potential long-term health effects.

Safety and Regulation: The safety of e-cigarettes and the long-term health consequences of vaping are subjects of ongoing research. The regulatory landscape for these devices continues to evolve.

Marketing and Flavoring: Critics argue that marketing strategies and enticing flavors may target younger audiences, leading to increased youth vaping.

The Role of E-Cigarettes in a Smoke-Free Future

The debate over e-cigarettes underscores the need for comprehensive research, regulation, and education. While they offer potential harm reduction benefits for adult smokers, especially those trying to quit, it is crucial to strike a balance that prevents youth initiation and protects public health.

In conclusion, e-cigarette represent a complex and evolving facet of the tobacco landscape. Their role in reducing harm, aiding in smoking cessation, and potentially shaping a smoke-free future depends on how society navigates the ongoing discussions, research, and regulations surrounding these devices.

Stay informed about the latest developments in the world of vaping and tobacco alternatives by following The Vape Giant. Together, we can explore healthier choices and the future of smoking.

[nakedcleric]

incognithot (aizawa x student! reader)

♥ pairing: aizawa x fem!reader

♥ wc: 1,448

♥ synopsis: You're Aizawa's problem student. During Halloween, you dress up in a costume that hides your identity and get fucked by him.

tw: teacher-student relationship, age gap, reader is 18, daddy kink, choking, unsafe sex, alcohol, dubious consent (alcohol involved), fingering

Just the thought of going out with your girls to celebrate Halloween and getting fucked by your teacher, Aizawa, in the restroom of some bar while you're wearing a costume and he's too drunk to notice it's you.

It's Halloween, and you use the occasion as a chance to dress up as a slut, of course, opting for a tight, black tube dress and high heels that are definitely brought together by the cheap cat ears you stole from your bestie and the shitty nose and whiskers your friend drew on you while half-drunk. You slap on a venetian-styled mask, hoping to maybe elevate your trashy couture a little bit. It doesn't, but it at least hides your identity pretty efficiently when aided by the mirage of night time.

He is the last person you expect to see in the bar, dressed up as Dracula too, and you're glad that your girlfriends aren't part of the hero course, because it would be pretty embarrassing to confess how horny you are for your teacher, and have been for a long time. Usually, you wouldn't even bother saying hi to him in public, already knowing that he would probably just choose to ignore you or just sigh at you for daring to bother him outside of class.

But tonight, you're brave, sexy and most of all, drunk as hell, so you don't think twice of approaching him and hitting him with some random joke about vampires, probably an awful one considering how unimpressed he looks, but it's enough to distract him from the group of people he was hanging out with. You are glad you don't recognize any of them, so you can embarrass yourself with a little bit more freedom. You expect him to sigh when he realizes who you are, maybe entertain your bullshit a little bit and then tell you to go do your homework, but he doesn't. You quickly realize why: He doesn't recognize you. Holy shit.

You don't quite remember what the hell you blab about, and he probably doesn't either, because he spends most of the conversation just looking you up and down, which makes you nervous, as it could either mean that, option A, he is starting to realize who you are, or option B, he is checking you out. You don't know which one makes you dizzier.

You get your answer when he wraps his arm around your waist at some point, pulling you closer, his intoxicating cologne now invading all your senses, as he pretends to laugh at some dumb joke you spouted. He is pretending to laugh. He is pretending, so he can get on your good side. So he can fuck you. It makes electricity go right into your clit, your pussy throbbing around nothing. You look up at him, starry-eyed, absolutely enamored with your handsome teacher, too drunk to realize what you're getting yourself into.

He whispers something in your ear, about wanting to get some privacy with you, talk more quietly. You agree enthusiastically, but are surprised when instead of leading you outside, he drags you into the restroom.

It happens.

Him pinning you against the wall and kissing you desperately, probably thinking you're just some hot slut he picked up at a bar rather than one of his students. You roll your eyes back at feeling of his tongue in your mouth, the taste of whiskey and nicotine quickly flooding your senses as you remember the fact that this is the same man who scolded you for smoking during breaks, who scrunched his nose and told you this was a disappointment coming from you. The same man who grabbed your wrist and made you drop the cigarette when you refused to do so.

The same strong hands now groping you desperately, slapping your ass and making it jiggle. You hug his neck with your arms, standing in your tippy toes as he has fun squeezing you, pinching you, abusing you as much as he wants, because in his mind, you're some whore who is going to let him do whatever he wants.

Him sliding a finger into you and loving the way you arch your back and moan at the intrusion, both in pain and pleasure, a smug smirk trailing on his lips as he sees you struggle to even take a mere finger. Making a nasty comment about how you feel like a virgin, about how he's going to wreck you and stretch you out real good, about how pretty sluts like you are begging for it. It makes your stomach flip, both from shock and arousal, as your mind struggles to process this side of him. You almost feel attacked at the rough treatment, wondering what you did to turn the barely interested man back in the bar into this mean, obscene version of himself, but then you realize it's because you look so fucking hot he can't stop himself. In his eyes, you're some dumb, young bitch he's going to use tonight.

He kisses your neck while he fingers your pussy, struggling to even get halfway in there, having to use the full strength of his arm to bury knuckle deep into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as your lips part open, breathless. He plants wet, sloppy kisses on your neck, and the prickling of his beard against his neck reminds you that you're being fingered by your goddamn teacher, who always refuses to give you the 10% in your final grade because of your "rebellious" behavior. You bite your lip, heart beating wildly, tangling your fingers in his long hair as he sucks a hickey into your throat, and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you.

You know he is very much drunk when he doesn't bother with protection, instead choosing to turn you around, pin you against the wall and bully his raw cock into your tight pussy. You want to object at this, but he slaps a hand on your mouth, and for the first time in the night, you feel a twinge of fear run down your spine. Would it be a bad time to make a joke about how you're disappointed in him? Before you can make the decision, you squeal at the sensation of his fat cock head stretching you painfully, bigger than anything you ever had before. He grunts, frustrated at the tight fit, as he forces the entirety of his thick cock inside you, inch by excruciating inch as you do your best to accommodate your dear teacher. You always imagined him to be big when he would star in your wet dreams, but you never imagined him to be this...overwhelming.

He fucks you slowly at first, enjoying the way your plump ass jiggles when he thrusts into you. You moan sweetly, hypnotized by the way the pain slowly becomes sticky pleasure, as you push your hips back, meeting his thrusts rhythmically, and you realize this is probably the first time you two have ever agreed on anything. He is always too busy scolding you for shit, acting like a disapproving dad. You giggle dumbly, as the words escape your lips before you can calculate them, "Nngh, harder, daddy."

Everything suddenly stops.

You blink, slightly sobered now, wondering if you freaked him out, or even worse, made him realize who you really are. What an unfortunate epiphany to have while being balls deep inside you. You slightly turn around, concerned, but a hand on your head forcefully pins you against the wall again.

Out of nowhere, he picks up the pace, it's brutal enough to make the cubicle shake. His hand viciously wraps around your throat, pressing down on your windpipe hard enough to take away any oxygen going into your lungs. Your eyes widen as he starts fucking you at a brutal pace, shifting your body so he can put your leg on his shoulder and fuck you even deeper. Your other leg dangles on the air, as he now effortlessly uses you as a little sex doll, and the mere thought of you is enough to push you into the hot, white edge. You moan a loud, obscene "Oh fuck, dadddyyyyyy~" as you cum, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a truck.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock, pushing him into his own orgasm, as he finishes with a brutal thrust, and a broken grunt. You feel yourself being filled up your teacher's hot, warm cum, shot inside you one, two, three times, painting your insides white. You almost cum again at the exquisite feeling and the thought of being accidentally knocked up by Aizawa.

Drunk in the post-orgasm haze, and still as stupid as ever, you wonder if this will finally force him to give you that extra 10%.

[berzeliusart]

dracula went for cigarettes

[hoernypie]

Marking Territory

tags: creamp!e, public, sex (p+v), au, pet names, costumes, party

wc: ~3k

"You look cute", you giggled fixing Sukuna's wolf ears from the costume, "Don't worry, nobody will laugh seeing you in that," you reassured him while caressing his chest. He only huffs rolling his eyes, regretting agreeing to your idea of putting ears on him. "Tho maybe I should get changed, just because someone had to "mark me"...", you sigh loudly looking at your reflection in the mirror, the wet patch between your legs decorating your costume was too big to be ignored by others. All of that because Sukuna quietly hated your costume, it was too revealing and he just knew some drunk idiot would try to hit on you so he just had to be sure you'd remember who you belonged to.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed another tissue to pat down the wet spot, trying to minimize the damage. "Come on, let's go," he said with a smirk, walking out of the bathroom. The party was in full swing now, the music's bass thumping through the house, laughter and chatter filling the air. You scanned the room for a familiar face to avoid any questions they'd ask about the stain on the costume. As you both made your way through the dancing people, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety.  You tightened your grip on Sukuna's hand, still thinking how a while ago he fucked you in the bathroom. Despite his earlier grumbling, he wore the wolf ears without further complaint.

As you entered the crowded living room, you felt a sense of relief when you spotted your friends' table, but before you could walk to them, Sukuna grabbed your shoulder - making you stop. "I'm gonna grab a drink," he said leaning down, "Behave like a good little bunny". You nodded and made your way to the table, and leaned over it, immediately trying to joke with stoned Shoko. As soon as he was out of earshot, a tall, lanky guy dressed as a Dracula sidled up to you, checking you out in your costume. "You look like you could use a bite," he quipped with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. You looked at him with disgust in response, but before you could come up with a comeback, he leaned closer, his breath reeking of booze and cheap cigarettes. "Come on baby, loosen up. Let's have some fun," he slurred, reaching for your right breast. Disgust and anger bubbled up in your chest, your mind racing as you took a step back and felt the wetness spread further on your costume. Just as your hand was rising to smack him, a big hand gripped his wrist, pulling him away. "I believe she's not interested in charity work," Sukuna said with a calmness that hid the anger in his voice. The drunk Dracula's smirk faltered, his gaze flicking from your face to Sukuna's and then down to the hand resting on his wrist. He stumbled back a step, a mix of fear and embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "S-sorry, man," he mumbled, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip remained firm. "Get the fuck away from her," Sukuna said, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

Sukuna disappeared into the sea of people, dragging the guy out, leaving you at the table with Shoko and the others, who were too engrossed in their own conversations and smoking to care about that situation. You took a moment trying to shake off the situation with the drunk Dracula. Just as you began to relax and reached for the blunt, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around expecting it to be Sukuna, but instead, you found yourself face to face with a smirking college boy dressed as a pirate, his pants unzipped. "Hey there, little bunny," he slurred, his eyes ogling your costume. "You looked like you could use some better company," he leered, his hand sliding down to your waist. You stiffened, ready to push him away, when you heard a scoff from behind you. Sukuna reappeared, a drink in one hand and a fiery look in his eyes. He stepped between you and the pirate, his other hand gripping the back of the chair to keep himself from lunging at the guy, considering smacking him with the chair now. "Fuck off," he said through gritted teeth. The pirate's smug expression faltered, and he took a step closer, his hand tightly gripping your waist. 

The pirate smirked as he ignored Sukuna's warning look. "What's your problem, dude?" he slurred, his grip on your waist not loosening. Sukuna's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thinner than the fabric of your costume. "I said fuck off," he repeated, his voice full of anger. The pirate's friends, noticing the tension, began to gather around, egging him on with drunken cheers. One of them snickered, "Looks like the wolf's got some territorial issues." Shoko and the rest of your friends looked up from their smokes, sensing the impending confrontation. You felt a knot form in your stomach as the pirate leaned closer, his breath hot and foul against your ear. "Don't worry, darling, I'll show you a treasure you won't forget," he whispered, his hand inching downwards while the other one moved dangerously close to your breast. Sukuna's restraint snapped like a thin twig. He slammed his drink onto the table, the liquid spilling everywhere, and grabbed the pirate by the collar. "You're going to regret this," he growled, pulling the drunk college boy away from you. The pirate stumbled, but as he tried to regain his footing, he slipped on the spilled drink, crashing into the coffee table with a resounding thud. The room fell silent for a split second before bursting into laughter seeing this goofy moron, the tension dissipating as his friends helped him up, half-dragging him away to nurse his drunk bruised pride. You let out a shaky sigh of relief, your fingers moving to brush against the stain on your costume, a reminder. Sukuna turned back to you, his eyes softening. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the noisy room. You nodded, a weak smile forming on your lips. "Fuck," he said, "Can't even leave you for a moment. Maybe I should put you on the leash next time." He squeezed your cheek before walking with you to get another drink, leaving your friends, who had returned to their huddled conversation about how cheesy is the cheesiest cheese. The party buzzed on around you, but your mind was racing with thoughts of the possessive side of Sukuna, and the wetness between your legs grew, mixing his cum with your slick.

Sukuna led you through the dancing people to an empty couch in the corner of the room. As he sat down, he pulled you onto his lap, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him while in the other he had a bottle of beer. You couldn't help but feel safe in his embrace, despite the sticky mess in your costume. His lips brushed over your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin. "You're so cute," he murmured in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. "Only mine." You blushed, tilting your head a little, allowing his lips to further explore your neck. The room spun around you as he continued to leave kisses and hickeys on your neck, your breath hitching in anticipation. You nodded, your heart racing as his touch made your body burn. He gripped your cheeks with one hand, allowing his lips to claim yours in a fiery sloppy kiss that left you gasping for air. As he broke the kiss, you looked into his eyes. "Will you be a quiet bunny?" he whispered, his hips slowly grinding against you. "Wait, not here! Everyone will see and-" he immediately cuts you off, "Well, maybe then those fucking losers will get into their heads that you're only mine."

Ignoring the protest on your lips, Sukuna's hand slid on your breast, his fingers brushing the nipple. His eyes never left yours as he took a swig of his beer, watching the emotions play across your face with smug satisfaction. You squirmed in his lap, the fabric sticking to your crotch, your cheeks flushing as you tried to keep your voice low. "Sukuna, not here," you whispered again, glancing around at the people who were all too engrossed in their own conversations and dance moves to notice your plight. He just chuckled, his grip tightening on your breast as he ground his hips against you, his erection growing more insistent with every beat of the music. "You're so fucking mine," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. You gasped, feeling his hardness press against your core, your own arousal spiking in response. The thrill of being claimed so blatantly in public sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to admit, you loved the idea of marking you as his. 

Despite your initial protests, the desire to be claimed by Sukuna grew stronger with each passing second, your hips matching his rhythm. His hand traveled down to the wet spot on your costume, his fingers sliding against the sticky mess and pressing your clit, making you moan softly before you covered your mouth. Sukuna's smirk grew wider as he felt your body respond to his touch. "I want everyone to know," he breathed into your ear, his voice low and husky, "that this tight little cunt is only for me to play with." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you nodded. 

Sukuna's grinding grew quicker, the heat from his body searing through the costume and into your skin, as his breath grew more ragged in your ear. "Hold it, until I say otherwise," he said before biting down gently on your lobe. The pressure on your clit grew more insistent, his fingers moving in a rhythm that had your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your body tensed, the room spinning around you as the orgasm built, a delicious wave of pleasure nearly washing over your body. You could feel the eyes of a few nearby people flickering over, noticing what the two of you were doing. "Be a nice bunny and hold it," he whispered as teeth sunk into your bottom lip when he quickly pulled his fingers away and stopped his grinding just before you could come. "You are such a good girl." And with that, you panted looking at him with teary eyes. "S-Sukuna... meanie... bad dog..." you said poking the wolf's ear on his head.

Sukuna chuckled at your playful protest, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, my needy baby," he said, placing the bottle of beer aside, "Let's go and satisfy your tiny rabbit brain." He stood, lifting you effortlessly with him, and started navigating through the party. The sticky mess between your legs was a constant reminder of his earlier claim, and you couldn't help but squirm against him, feeling your arousal build once more. As you passed by a group of people, one of them, a blond-haired college boy dressed as a cowboy, whistled at you. "Nice costume, darlin'!" he shouted over the music. Sukuna's fingers dug into your skin before he sent a glare to that guy. You giggled despite the situation, feeling an excitement at his idea.

With an annoyed huff, Sukuna tightened his grip on you walking out into the cool night air, straight to the garden. As he walked further into the garden, the space was filled with the mix of rustling leaves and fainter sounds of the party and laughs. He found a spot where the bushes grew thick, a secluded area that offered a little bit of privacy. He pushed you gently against a large tree, his hands roaming over your body. "Let's continue our fun," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders. You could feel his hard dick pressing against your thigh through his jeans.

With an annoyed huff, Sukuna tightened his grip on you walking out into the cool night air, straight to the garden. As he walked further into the garden, the space was filled with the mix of rustling leaves and fainter sounds of the party and laughs. He found a spot where the bushes grew thick, a secluded area that offered a little bit of privacy. He pushed you gently against a large tree, his hands roaming over your body. "Let's continue our fun," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders. You could feel his hard dick pressing against your thigh through his jeans. You nodded, biting your bottom lip, and he smirked, knowing you were ready to let him do whatever he wanted. His hand reached cup your breasts, the cool air making your nipples hard. "Ready, bunny?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Mr. Wolf~", your heart racing, and he bit your shoulder, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.

Sukuna's thumbs circled around your nipples, teasing and pinching them gently through the fabric of your costume, sending waves of pleasure straight to your soaked core. You arched your back, pushing your breasts into his hands as a soft moan escaped your lips. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of you, panting and needy under his touch. "Sensitive little bunny," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your neck, leaving another bite mark. "You want me to make it feel good?" He didn't wait for your response, instead, his hands moved to pull down top of your costume, letting your breasts free. His palms cupped your bare breasts, his thumbs now flicking over the sensitive peaks. "Someone's been a very naughty bunny," he said, his voice thick with desire. He pinched your nipples a little harder, making you whine. "Look at me," he demanded, and you met his gaze, his eyes filled with possessiveness and jealousy. "Say it," he whispered, "Say you're mine.". "I-I'm yours, Mr. Big Bad Wolf," you moaned, your voice trembling from the cold and anticipation. "Good girl," he murmured before squeezing your cheeks with one hand, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue pressing against yours as his hand continued to explore your body, making you even more desperate for his touch when he slid your costume aside, your hand massaging his bulge.  Sukuna groaned into your mouth, not breaking the kiss as his hands moved to unzip his pants. In one swift motion, he pulled them down to his ankles, letting his aching erection free, beads of precum dripping down. The cold air kissed your exposed skin, making your nipples pebble even more. His eyes never left yours as he moved his fingers against your glistening pussy. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking wet, maybe you like it public?" His tongue licking your neck. 

Sukuna's fingers slipped into your wetness, curling slightly to rub your g-spot, making you whine against his mouth. His thumb found your clit and began to circle it, teasing and taunting you, keeping you right on the edge of your climax yet again. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with a smug smile, watching as your pupils dilated with pleasure. "If you want my dick, make sure everyone hears just how much you belong to me," he murmured. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck as his fingers worked their magic. You bit down on your bottom lip, desperately holding him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, your body begging for release. "I wanna hear it," he demanded. "I'm yours, Mr. Wolf," you moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb pressed harder on your clit. With a smirk of satisfaction, he leaned back, his grip on your hips tightening as he held your leg up and filled you in one swift, smooth stroke that had you crying out as his balls slapped against your butt.

As you felt the fullness of Sukuna's cock inside you, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan, your back pressing against the tree and your eyes widely open. His hand moved from your neck to push two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue before moving them in and out, his eyes gleaming with dominance. "Shh," he whispered, the grin painting his face, "We wouldn't want to interest some morons with your sweet cries, would we?" His hips began to rock into you, setting a steady rhythm that had your legs trembling and your arms wrapped around his neck. Your eyes searched the shadows, half expecting someone to stumble upon you in this vulnerable, intimate moment, but the party remained a safe distance away, leaving you two alone. The thrill of the possibility of being busted, made your walls tighten around him and your body ached for more. The hand that had been playing with your breast moved to your neck, squeezing him, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Sukuna's pace grew more desperate, his breath hot and ragged in your ear as his hips slammed into yours like a feral animal. You tried to keep your moans quiet, his big hand over your mouth muffling the sounds. Each stroke brought you closer to the edge, and just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, his hand slipped away, allowing you to moan out his name. Your voice echoed softly through the garden. His grip on your neck tightened, as he watched you unravel. Sukuna's thrusts became deeper and faster, pushing you towards your climax. His cock plunged into you with every thrust, his own panting growing louder as he approached his peak.  You could feel the pressure in your belly growing tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending ecstasy into your brain as moans of his name echoed through the night. Sukuna's eyes blazed with triumph as he watched you come on his dick, his cum filling you as he panted against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin in a mark of ownership. You both stood there, panting and trembling, the cool air of the garden contrasting sharply with the heat between you two as he kissed you softly. "Mine," he murmured again, his arms holding you up as your legs gave out from under you, the sticky mess of your climax joining the stains of his earlier claim. With a smug smile, he pulled out, tucking himself away before helping you fix your costume, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the marks he had left on your costume. “Let’s go back, baby.”

[ripadolin]

you would be stunned how many times i wasted a pallet and got downed anyway bc i forgot about the pyramid head attack -_-

i have 4 days off for labor day so im finally downloading the backwards dracula update

[lustnhim]

“goo goo muck.” — vamp! elvis x reader

note: happy halloween y'all!  / warning: elvis is a…vampire! religious themes, mentions of the occult, death, violence, blood and biting (obvi), dub-con, p in v sex, no protection, fingering, mirror sex (you can see elvis though!). / summary: his bloodlust is getting harder to control, especially when he sees you late one night. 

October 31st, 1970.

“Well when the sun goes down and the moon comes up.”

Vampires. Such a childish thing to believe in Dracula and Nosferatu, even that Vampira gal, foolish and inaccurate depictions. Hellish, bloodthirsty creatures, kings and queens of the night, seductive and sinful. How perfect that Elvis Presley was a vampire.

Halloween was a day that went by with little recognition, Elvis had never celebrated it when he was a kid course’ if any kids decided to make their way to Graceland he’d give em’ candy and had taken Lisa trick or treating a few times before the divorce- but other than that nothing. It was a particularly lonely day, nothing going on, no plans, but he had hoped for that. Certain days were better than others, he could contain his thirst for long periods of time- raw meat did him wonders, but every now and then he’d get that feeling that he couldn’t quite push away- that urge to just pull someone off the street and drink them dry.  He hated it with every ounce of his being, he knew that if he were to die, a fate worse than eternal damnation would follow him- still, he prayed to God every night for forgiveness, begging for any kind of comfort from his savior. 

As the hours ticked by and the night grew darker, Elvis found himself restless. The hunger gnawed at him, a constant reminder of his cursed existence. He paced the halls of Graceland, his footsteps echoing through the empty rooms when a loud ringing filled his ears, the phone. Picking it up he cleared his throat, “Hello?”-- “EP! It’s Red, you oughta come out tonight with us, you can’t stay cooped up in there forever!” Red complained, before Elvis could even say anything more. “I ain’t feelin’ too well tonight-” Elvis started before being interrupted, “C’mon! Look, we’ll be down at the bar on Elm- me and the rest of the boys. It ain’t as fun without you.” Red said, the sound of loud drunken laughter coming from the background as Elvis let out a groan, his arm clutching his stomach gently as he looked outside, the sky deep shades of blue and purple, “Fine. I’ll be down in a few.” Elvis hung up the phone with a sigh, his stomach churning with the familiar pangs of hunger. He knew he should stay home, lock himself away until the cravings passed. But Red's insistence wore him down, and the prospect of a night out with his old friends was too tempting to resist.

He threw on a long black and red jacket and headed out into the cool October night. The streets were alive with Halloween revelers, their costumes a riot of colors and creativity. Elvis walked briskly, trying to hurry and get down there- which took a bit longer than usual since the amount of people on the street stopping and getting what they could from him. He regretted this immensely. He could smell it, hear the sound of their hearts beating in his ears- his stomach growling widely. Eventually he made it to the bar and was immediately engulfed in a cloud of cigarette smoke and the clamor of raucous laughter. Red and the boys were already several drinks deep, their faces flushed and eyes glossy. They greeted Elvis with hoots and hollers, slapping him on the back and pressing bottles of beer into his hands to which he only took one, he didn’t like drinking too much. Elvis forced a smile and took a seat at the table, his eyes scanning the room. That's when he saw you, sitting alone at the bar, nursing a whiskey sour. He could smell you. So strong. A deep floral scent, your heartbeat steady, he could even hear the blood coursing through your veins.  Elvis' mouth watered, and he felt his fangs elongate in his mouth, pricking his tongue gently. Shit.  He usually could control when and where they came out, but not right now, he couldn’t- “Whatcha’ lookin at EP?” Red asked, and Elvis jerked his head forward but he knew Red had seen him staring. “Ohh, I see. Go talk to her man, get some.” He nudged and Elvis’ jaw clenched, his gaze lingered on you, his eyes darkening with hunger and desire. He could see the way your pulse raced beneath your delicate skin, the way your breath quickened as he stared. He felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your flesh beneath his fingers. But he hesitated, knowing the danger he posed to you. Instead, he downed his beer in one long gulp, hoping the alcohol might dull his senses and quiet his thirst. "Think I'll take a walk, clear my head," he muttered, rising from his seat. Red and the boys nodded, too caught up in their own drunken revelry to pay him much mind. Elvis made his way towards the exit, his steps purposeful and determined. He knew he should leave, put as much distance between himself and temptation as possible. But his feet carried him past the bar and straight to you instead. You could feel eyes on you and when you heard footsteps coming towards you you turned around to see him behind you. “Nice Elvis costume.” You smiled, studying the man that had approached you. Elvis laughed nervously, careful to try not to reveal too much of his mouth. “Ain’t a costume darlin’...” He shook his head, trying to ignore the way your hair fell, your pretty neck on full display. Letting out a choked sound you looked over him a few more times, “Holy shit.” You muttered under your breath but of course, Elvis heard it. “Mind if I sit with ya, honey?” He asks, knowing that he shouldn’t, knowing that the feeling in his stomach is only growing more noticeable and how horridly his fangs were pressing into his tongue. “Yeah, of course– Sorry, I just..” You stammered, wholeheartedly shocked that he would talk to you- or the fact that he was even out of the house, you hadn’t seen much of him in the papers since his divorce but he seemed to be doing fine despite looking a bit…tired? His eyes twinkled behind his sunglasses as they raked over you, drinking every bit of you in.

He sat down, moving gracefully. A smile plastered on his face as he motioned for the waiter to bring him a drink. “Lone on halloween?” He asks, making you snap back into what’s happening. “Huh? Oh, yeah- unfortunately.” You respond, moving your glass around in your hand, the ice clinking gently. Elvis' eyes gleamed in the dim light of the bar, his gaze intense and unwavering as he studied your face. "Well, that's a shame. A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all alone on a night like this." He leaned in closer, his warmth radiating through the cool air between you. His voice was low and honeyed, sending a shiver down your spine despite the chill of the October night. You swallowed hard, suddenly acutely aware of how close he was, of the way his fingers tapped against the table. "I-I'm not usually alone, just this year it worked out that way..." You stuttered, trying to ignore the way your pulse raced at his proximity, at the way his eyes seemed to bore into your very soul, and he- he was hungry. It was getting much worse, your heartbeat was loud enough for him to hear it, and your smell. God. He couldn't get enough of it. Elvis breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of your blood singing in his veins. ‘Holy hell, what am I doing?’ he thought, desperately trying to control his raging thirst. His eyes flicked to your neck, transfixed by the pulsing rush of blood just beneath the surface. “Well that’s no good…I’m be more than happy ta’ give you some company. “ He smiles and you really can’t believe your ears. “I-I’d really like that ...thank you Mr.Presley.” You respond, dumbfounded. Elvis struggles not to smirk too wide, his fangs pressing into his tongue. His stomach growls unreasonably loud and he clears his throat, finding it impossible to ignore any longer. Maybe if he can just find someone real quick...”Scuse’ me honey…I’ll be right back.” Elvis got up abruptly, looking around the bar before making his way to the bathroom, leaving you at the table to babysit the drinks.

Elvis swung open the bathroom door, lunging himself at the sink and splashing a bit of water on his face before opening his mouth. His fangs had caused his mouth to bleed, the taste of iron filling his mouth, only aiding to his hunger. “Goddammit.” he whispered under his breath as the door flung open, a young man in a cheap werewolf costume stumbling in, his body swaying as he maneuvered his way to the sink beside Elvis.  Elvis' fingers dug into the porcelain sink, his nails scraping against the smooth surface. He could see the way the man's blood vessels pulsed just beneath the surface of his skin. The man stumbled, his hand coming up to grip the edge of the sink as he swayed on his feet, his werewolf mask slipping slightly to reveal a pair of bloodshot eyes. Elvis' fangs ached, his gums throbbing with the need to sink them into warm, pulsing flesh. The man laughed, a slurred, drunken sound that sent shivers down Elvis' spine. "Man... you're freakin' the hell outta me!" The man stammered, his voice muffled by his mask. He reached up, tugging the mask off to reveal a face flushed with alcohol and sweat, his eyes wild and slightly crazed. Elvis swallowed hard, his throat clicking as he tried to force down the rising tide of thirst that threatened to consume him. “S-sorry my boy.” Elvis said, and the man almost fell down- Elvis caught him and helped him stand a little better but the man was obviously too drunk to even know where he was. “Here man, lets…lets sit ya’ down for a moment.” Elvis said, sitting down the man on the floor, he looked over to the bathroom door and thanked God there was a lock on it. Turning it he looked back at the man who was still giggling idiotically. “Man- You look stupid with those fuckin’ teeth in!” The man exclaimed and Elvis let out a low growl. God, this guy was insufferable. “Yeah, well I can get em’ to go away soon.” He said and the man shook his head letting out small hics before Elvis took a deep breath. Fuck, this guy didn’t smell half as good as you had, a pitiful drink this guy was gonna be. Elvis's nostrils flared as he leaned closer to the drunk man, inhaling deeply. The scent of cheap beer and cigarettes assaulted his senses, far less enticing than the sweet, floral aroma of the woman waiting for him back at the bar. But desperation was setting in, his hunger becoming more insistent with each passing second. "Shhh, it's alright son..." Elvis murmured, his hand coming to rest on the man's shoulder, feeling the prominent pulse point beneath his fingers. "Just relax now." The man's eyes were glazed and unfocused, too inebriated to comprehend the danger he was in. "Wh-what are you... ohh fuck..." He slurred, his words trailing off as Elvis's fingers dug into his shoulders, pinning him against the wall. Elvis's breathing became shallower, his chest constricting as the thirst raged within him.

With a low growl, he buried his face in the crook of the man's neck, his sharp teeth grazing the smooth skin. The drunk man let out a strangled gasp, his eyes widening in fear and confusion. "Wait... what... stop..." He choked out, struggling weakly against Elvis's iron grip. But it was no use. Elvis was far too strong, driven by a primal instinct that superseded all reason. With a swift, violent motion, he sank his fangs deep into the man's throat, piercing the delicate skin and plunging into the warm, pulsing blood beneath. The man screamed, a high-pitched, agonized sound that was cut short by the rush of blood filling his mouth. Elvis drank greedily, the coppery taste of the man's essence flooding his senses and momentarily quenching the fires of his thirst. The drunk man's struggles grew weaker, his body going limp in Elvis’ arms slowly draining him. Elvis had gotten good at this, drinking enough to keep him satisfied but not enough to kill them– do doubt the guy would be sick n’ sore but not dead. Elvis drank until there was nothing left, until the man's heartbeat faded to a distant, barely audible rhythm. Then, with a shudder, he pulled away, licking the crimson stain from his lips. The bathroom was eerily silent, the only sound the slow, rasping breathing of the dying man at his feet. Elvis stood up on shaky legs, his vision swimming as he stumbled towards the sink. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear the haze of bloodlust that clouded his mind. "Dear God..." He whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of horror and satisfaction. "Forgive me..." But even as he uttered the prayer, Elvis knew that there was no true repentance, no absolution for the monster he had become. He looked at the man, at the bruises forming around his neck, the eyes staring accusingly at him and he walked over to the man, placing a hand on his head and prayed that he would make a quick recovery. 

The blood had left, but that pestilent feeling was still there- it always would be. With a shake of his head, he threw away the remnants of his impromptu bathroom sink cleanup and stepped back into the bar, his eyes immediately finding you still sitting at the table. God,  you’re so beautiful he thought as he felt his eyes widen at the sight. His lips spread into a grin and he shook his head slightly, making his way back over to you- you had waited for him. “Sorry bout’ that, honey.” He says, sitting back down, noticing that you had already drunk your drink. “You wantin’ another?” He asks, pointing at your empty glass. “Ah, no I’m all good now– Actually, I think you should finish your drink and you give me that company you so kindly offered earlier.” Bold. He could tell that you were nervous, your heart was beating so fast…like a scared little lamb. “Well, I spose’ we can- I'll take ya to Graceland, how's that sound honey?” Elvis cood, taking his whiskey and drinking it in one quick gulp before sitting the glass down with a soft clink. “Sounds perfect.” You responded, standing up- Elvis hesitated for a moment studying you, how small. He towered over you. Smiling down at you Elvis motioned for you to follow him, the two of you starting out of the bar when Red drunkenly, “You be careful with that one, EP!” Which made the other boys laugh, Elvis promptly flipped them off and the two of you stepped outside. Elvis had not realized how late it had gotten, the streets were practically empty apart from the few teenagers who still roamed the streets. “You drive or walk, honey?” He asked, looking over at you. The wind had blown your hair, exposing your neck and he swallowed hard. His stomach wasn’t growling, his fangs not stabbing his lips, why did he feel so…hungry? “I walked– I don’t live far from here.” You said, looking over at him, he still looked so tired– his eyes masked behind those sunglasses. Why was he wearing them at night…just a quirk of his, you guessed. ”Alright honey, Graceland ain’t far either…let’s get goin.” Elvis guided you through the quiet streets of Memphis, the moon casting an eerie glow on the sidewalks. Despite the late hour, the air was still thick with the lingering humidity of a Southern October night. Your shoes clicked softly against the pavement as you walked beside him, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of late-night revelry in the distance. As you walked, Elvis's hand brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your body. You jumped slightly, startled by the contact, but his touch lingered, warm and reassuring. He gave you a sideways glance, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but his smile evident even in the darkness."Cold?" he asked, his drawl more pronounced in the quiet of the night. “Just a bit…” You responded, holding your arms together, your cheap ass ‘costume’ which really was just a flimsy sparkly dress did very little to keep you warm. “Here honey.” He said, stopping and pulling off his coat, handing it to you. Hesitating you looked up at him, he looked…really good. His arms looked nice and strong, and that white undershirt fit him perfectly. “You gonna take it?” He drawled, shaking the coat in front of your face before you took it, marveling at how heavy it was. “Thanks…” You replied and Elvis nodded. He seemed a bit distant, like something was bothering him, did he not want to take you back to his place anymore? Had he already lost interest?

Elvis watched as you slipped on his coat, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The fabric enveloped you like a warm embrace, the collar engulfing your delicate neck. You looked so small and fragile wrapped up in his coat, the sleeves drowning your tiny hands. Like a little doll he could just pick up and carry away. In a way, he was. Taking you to his home, knowing that the gnaw in his stomach was starting to come back, knowing that your smell was enough to drive him insane. How irresponsible he was. As Graceland came into view Elvis watched you longneck to see more of it– he chuckled to himself as the gates opened allowing the two of you in. The grand gates of Graceland creaked open as Elvis led you onto the sprawling estate grounds. Elvis placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you up the long, winding driveway. The warm glow of the mansion's exterior lights cast eerie shadows across the lawn. As you reached the front door, Elvis turned to face you, his shades reflecting your wide-eyed expression. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Welcome to my little slice of paradise, darlin'," he murmured. "Something tells me you're gonna fit right in here." His hand left your back and grabbed the doorknob, the heavy wooden door swinging open to reveal the lavish interior. Plush carpets and ornate furnishings greeted you. Elvis gestured for you to enter before following behind. The door slammed shut, making you jump and the air seemed to press down on you from all sides. Elvis watched you intently, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. “Now, I’d say it’s warm enough for me ta’ take that coat back from ya honey.” Elvis coos, sliding his coat off of you and placing it on the rack, looking around the house you feel a bit tense, it's quiet but comfortable– but being alone with Elvis still makes you a bit uneasy. “How about…you an’ I head upstairs huh?” He asks, taking off his sunglasses and placing them on a small table beside the stairs, his baby blues hiding something dark. "Upstairs?" you ask hesitantly, sudden butterflies swarming in your belly. Upstairs meant privacy, intimacy. Away from prying eyes and judging ears. Away from any chance of rescue or interruption.

Elvis took your hand, leading you up the stairs. He began to feel a bit dizzy, the scent coming off of you much stronger now, clearing his throat he stopped at the top of the stairs and motioned for you to go on. “You go on ta’ my room, honey. I’ll be there in a second.” Elvis' heart races as he watches you disappear down the opulent hallway, the sway of your hips hypnotic. He leans heavily against the banister, fingers curling into the polished wood. This is madness. He knows it. But the hunger, the craving, it consumes him. The scent trailing from your skin is like a siren's song, luring him ever closer to the rocks. "Dammit." He curses under his breath, voice strangled. He runs a hand through his slicked back hair, black locks falling over his forehead. Sweat trickles down his neck despite the cool air. He straightens up, square shoulders back, determination set in his jaw. Elvis strides down the hallway, the click of his shoes echoing off the hardwood floors.At his bedroom door, he pauses, hand hovering over the golden doorknob. He takes a deep breath, centering himself. He couldn’t help it. Not anymore. As he opened the door he saw you facing away, your gaze fixated on what was on the vanity in his room. He had entered quietly, whether he meant too or not. He walked slowly towards you, his heart pounding, his stomach growling and his fangs drawing blood from his own lips. Moving with gentle swiftness he was right behind you and you didn’t even know. You didn't even know. Elvis took a moment to appreciate the view before him. Your delicate frame, small in comparison to his own imposing figure. The way your dark hair tumbled down your back, framing your pale neck. The way your dress hugged your curves perfectly.. His mouth watered at the sight, his fangs elongating, staining his bottom lip with crimson drops of blood. He reached out a trembling hand, running his fingers along your shoulder. Your skin was so soft, so warm. Like silk caressing his worn, calloused flesh. Slowly, almost reverently, he trailed his fingers down your arm, feeling you shiver beneath his touch. “E-Elvis…you scared me.” You breathed, something was wrong, you felt…scared. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, seeping into his own cold, dead flesh. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he wanted more. Oh, how he wanted more. Elvis' head dipped, his nose brushing along the shell of your ear. "Ya smell so good, darlin'. So sweet." he whispered hoarsely, his breath ghosting over your skin. His fangs grazed your earlobe, nipping gently and drawing a gasp from you. “Elvis…?” You whimpered, and he let out a moan. What was he doing? Elvis didn’t even know. You could feel his heart beating against your back, his mouth slowly opening then shutting against your flesh, small pricks of something sharp threatening to break through your skin. Elvis’ mouth moved along your neck and you shivered, his grip on you was strong enough to leave bruises you were sure. “Gonna be okay honey..” Elvis groaned, finding the sweet spot on your neck making your knees buckle but he kept holding you up. His hands moved from your hips roughly to cup your breasts, that flimsy dress doing very little to conceive them. He could hear you breathing much heavier now, your heart beating so fast, your smell getting stronger. Just…a …little…more…

Your body involuntarily thrashed against him, but your arms stayed pushed against the side of vanity, unable to let go, unable to move– it was like you were frozen. Elvis moved quickly, his face still nuzzled into your neck, his lips trailing feverous kisses along your skin. You felt yourself melting into his touch, his hands groping you and rolling your nipples between his fingers. The mirror in front of you showing it all. His hand moved to the top, taking a hold of the straps in his hand he tore them, the dress falling down with ease. You were shaking, shaking so badly. Elvis loved it, as you began to speak he moved his hands to grip your hair, jerking your head back real hard so that your neck was on full display. Looking at him from the mirror your chest heaved as you caught sight of his face, eyes blown and wide, muscles strained and mouth hanging opening, pearly white fangs protruding from his mouth and just inches from your skin. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the mirror, how foolish you felt– stripped naked only in your panties from one motion, hair jerked back and body frozen in place. “Only gonna hurt for a second honey…” Elvis groans before kissing your neck softly, his mouth opening as his teeth slowly pricked through your skin, small drops of blood already forming. Elvis shuddered violently as the first coppery taste of your blood flooded his mouth. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, sharp fangs slicing deeper into your tender flesh. The pain made you cry out, struggling weakly against his iron hold. "Shhh, it's alright darlin'," Elvis purred thickly around a mouthful of your essence, "Just relax 'n let it happen. Let me in." One hand released your hair to stroke soothingly down your side, trying to placate your panicked thrashing. The other remained wrapped around you, keeping that perfect bite aligned. He swallowed deeply, savoring your unique flavor before finally pulling back. Crimson drops welled from the punctures, spilling down the graceful column of your throat to dampen your heaving breasts. It was the most delicious sight Elvis had ever beheld. His body vibrated with pure primal lust. With a growl, he spun you around to face him. You felt weak, your head was dizzy and you struggled to breath– but something felt…odd. Your heart was beating alarmingly fast and you could feel something flowing through your veins. Suddenly, almost in an instant your body collected itself, the dizziness fading and you felt more alive than you ever had been, your neck stung as you placed a hand on it, feeling a sizzling pain as the wound faded away. Elvis grabbed you by your shoulder with a growl, forcing you forward, bending you over the vanity. “F-fuck…” He whimpered as he pulled down your painties to your ankles, your puffy cunt on full display. “So…perfect…” He whispered as two fingers plunged their way inside of you before you could begin to protest.

Your breath caught in your throat as Elvis' moved inside of you. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you, making your knees buckle and vision swim. It was almost too much to handle at once. Elvis seemed to sense your overwhelmed state. "Easy darling, breathe through it," he coaxed roughly, fingers still pumping steadily. "Gonna get this tight little cunt ready for my cock." Each press and curl made the fire building in your core flash higher. Your eyes squeezed shut, lower lip caught between your teeth as you fought to stay upright against the vanity. The scent of arousal mixed with your blood hung heavy in the air, making Elvis' nostrils flare. He knew you were close already. "Look at yourself, honey," Elvis demanded darkly, head nodding to the mirror. "Watch me finger fuck this sweet pussy 'til it's drippin' for me." Wide eyes fluttered open, locking with your reflection. Bright red cheeks, hazy eyes, and a dazed expression - you'd never looked so debauched before. Seeing yourself in such a compromising position sent another bolt of pleasure through you, only worse that he was still fully clothed. "That's it baby," Elvis purred, relentlessly working you through it. Your legs shook like crazy, barely supporting you. The newfound intensity of your body's reaction left you sprawled bonelessly against the vanity. Elvis withdrew his coated fingers, bringing them to his lips for a leisurely lick. "Gonne be mine forever." he promised as you stayed bent over the vanity, breathing heavily, you raised your head to see him holding his shirt up as he fumbled with his belt before quickly pulling it off, his pants soon to follow. His erection sprang free, slapping lewdly against his stomach with a shiny sheen of pre-cum dripping from the tip. He stroked it lazily, smearing the clear fluid up and down his length. "Gonna fucking wreck this pussy," Elvis growled possessively, fisting his cock in clear anticipation. You could only whimper, gaze transfixed on his hardness. It was so large, easily more than seven inches long and thicker than your wrist, uncut and pooling. Watching him touch himself with such obvious enjoyment only served to stoke your own growing need. Elvis gripped your hips again, thumbs digging into your already bruised flesh. The vanity creaked ominously under the added weight as he pressed against you, his substantial girth a searing line against your sensitive folds. You gasped sharply at the promise of what was to come. "Mmmm, look how wet you are," Elvis rumbled appreciatively. "Soaked and swollen for me already. Such an eager yittle thing." The tip of his cock kissed your entrance, spreading your juices as it went. Your whole body trembled with pent up tension, every nerve on fire and begging for relief. Common sense screamed at you to struggle, to get away before this went too far...but your body craved more. Burned for something only he could give you. "Please," you heard yourself whisper brokenly, sounding distant even to your own ears. "I need..." "Shhh, I know darlin'," Elvis soothed, his voice a sinful caress. "Gonna give this greedy cunt exactly what it wants. Gonna fuck you 'til you scream." Then he was pushing in, hilting himself inside you with one brutal thrust. The sensation of being so completely stretched and filled snapped you out of your daze, a scream tearing from your throat. It was too much all at once, the pleasure and pain blending together until you couldn't tell them apart. Muscles clamped down hard, fluttering wildly as your body fought to adjust. "Fuuuuck yes," Elvis snarled, not giving you a moment to recover before he started moving. Each snap of his hips drove him impossibly deeper, thrusts short and powerful as he claimed your mouth in a brutal, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue dominated yours, mimicking the actions below. Nipping and sucking at your lips until they were puffy and swollen.

 Your cries were muffled against his mouth, breath ragged as he kissed you through your first orgasm. It crashed over you with devastating force, back arching and toes curling as your inner walls spasmed rhythmically. Elvis groaned gutturally, hips stuttering as your muscles rippled around him. "Fuck, you're milkin’ my cock so good," he gasped, dragging his lips along your jaw. "Wanna fill this cunt up… wanna have you be all mine forever, no one else's.” He was delirious with lust, all primal need and animalistic intent. Your blood bonding had triggered something deep within him, pounding into you mercilessly as his balls drew up tight to his body. It was too much stimulation, the excessive pleasure edged with pain pushing you quickly towards a second peak. Pressure coiled in your lower belly, egged on by the obscene squelch of his cock plunging in and out of your cunt. Building, building...you teetered right on the cusp. "Elvis!" you sobbed wildly, knowing he was close too. He redoubled his efforts, angling just right to peg your g-spot dead on. "Come for me baby, come on my fuckin’ cock." And with those words, you shattered. Pleasure detonated behind your eyes, every nerve ending singing in blissful release as Elvis followed right after. His final thrusts grew erratic as his orgasm overtook him. Thick ropes of seed painted your inner walls, you could feel everything. The sensation of Elvis' hot cum flooding your insides sent you spiraling into another mind-blowing orgasm. Your pussy clenched greedily around his spurting cock, milking him for every last drop as he grunted and cursed, emptying the last of his release deep in your womb. "Holy shit," Elvis panted, hips twitching with the aftershocks. "Never came harder in my life." He collapsed against you. Slick flesh still joined intimately together, you both struggled to catch your breath. Your thighs trembled with exhaustion. Elvis' softening length slipped free from your well-used hole with a wet squelch. Cum began seeping out to trickle down the insides of your quivering thighs.Slowly, unsteadily, you straightened on weak knees. Every muscle protested and screamed in protest. It felt like you'd been fucked for hours instead of minutes. Arousal still buzzed along your nerve endings, your clit throbbing between your legs. Elvis' seed coated your inner walls, cock sliding out slick and shiny.Elvis grasped your hips, turning you around briskly. He pushed you down into a sitting position on the vanity bench, “What…what did you do to me..?” You whispered to him, looking at him was heavenly– you felt so close to him.

“Made sure you wouldn’t be lone’ on Halloween again.”

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!! this is 9 pages long on my google doc making it my longest fic to date 😓 i rlly hope y’all like this i’m sorry if some doesn’t make sense or if there’s grammar or spelling issues i tried sooo hard 😭🖤 also i had it scheduled for midnight n’ it didn’t post m’ so so sorry 😢

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