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OC PRIDE MONTH CHALLENGE 2024 — Day Three: Bi
Make something for an oc that identifies as bisexual and/or biromantic!
↳ ANASTASIA UPLAND (THE HUNGER GAMES OC, BIROMANTIC + BISEXUAL)
General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic,
@artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand,
@ginnystilinski-reblogs, @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @oneirataxia-girl,
@arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs,
@eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @ocappreciationtag. (Also tagging @manyfandomocs.)
#opc2024#oc pride challenge 2024#my ocs#my edits#ch: anastasia upland#oc: anastasia upland#fic: there will be blood#queerocs#ocapp#ocappreciation#ochub#allaboutocs#fyeahthehungergamesocs#the hunger games oc#hunger games oc#thg oc
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There Will Be Blood - A Top Gun Maverick Mafia!AU
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC, Jake Seresin x OC
Summary: Ava Castello always knew she was going to end up marrying Bradley Bradshaw. She knew it from the moment she overheard her parents fighting in the kitchen at 3am when she was 10 years old. After that it had been set in stone and honestly, it wasn’t that bad.
Bradley was easy on the eyes and despite the ruthless name he’d made from himself as Nick’s heir, he was always kind and polite whenever he and Ava were in the same shared space. She could think of cruller men to be betrothed to.
She knew that their marriage would be a way for her family to get out of the debt the owed the Bradshaw family and she was fine with paying the price. She’d be safe and looked after as Bradley’s wife.
But after a whirlwind of a night, Ava ends up at the Seresin estate, the last place she should be at. The shared hatred between the Bradshaw’s and Serein’s is no secret and their constant fight for control over the city has taken many lives and years.
After Jake saves her life that night, Ava knows she owes him a debt. And that debt might come with too high a price.
The Girl in the Creek - A Top Gun Maverick AU
Pairing: Jake Seresin x ?
Summary: Sheriff Manfred Johnson gets the call at 7am on a Sunday morning. A jogger has found a body in the woods, out by the creek. So much for his quiet morning.
It's no secret that the creek is a popular hangout for the town's teenagers. After interviewing several witnesses, who aren't much help, the sheriff department rules the incident as accidental drowning. To placate the distraught family, the creek is closed to the public to avoid further accidents.
The newspapers name the case "The Girl in the Creek" and it sticks.
Everyone says that his sister drowned, that she was drunk and fell into the creek and the people around her were too drunk to help. Everyone says it was an accident.
But Jake knows something else happened that night. He just knows it.
25 years after his sister's death, Jake decides to find out what really happened that night. He's a detective now, he's got more solved cases on the force than anyone else.
With the help of friends and family, Jake is determined to find out the truth. There's so many unanswered questions. And the most intriguing one of all, what really happened to the girl in the creek?
In The Deep - A Top Gun Maverick Mermaid!AU
Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader
Summary: Everyone knew the stories. During the summers, it was all your town thrived on. The local legends brought a swarm of tourists each season, all of them searching for what you believed to be absolute bullshit.
Vessels overturned in the middle of a calm day, sailors abandoning post and jumping into the water for unexplainable reasons. A faint song in the evening breeze, heard by only those meant to. Beautiful yet terrifying creatures roaming the deepest parts of the ocean. Sharp fangs and enchanting eyes, shimmering tails and a deadly song.
Those were the stories your grandfather and father had fed you your entire life. But growing up in a coastal town with parents who all but worked on a boat all day long, you know better. You’ve never even seen anything remotely close to a resemblance of the creature, so you don’t understand how the legends fascinate anyone.
“Don’t stare at your reflection for too long, ma cherie. Or the creatures might lure you into the water, never to be seen again.” That was your grandfather’s warning each time you went out on the ocean. You’ve always scoffed and ignored it but this time it feels different. This time, his warning stays with you as you watch the clouds roll in and the waves grow bolder. What if there’s really something down there? And if there is, what is it?
Sharpest Blade - A Top Gun Maverick Hunger Games!AU
Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader
Summary: After winning the 79th Hunger Games, your life changed completely. The Capitol loved you. The people loved you. You’re the first tribute in years from District 1 that didn’t volunteer to enter the games.
With the 80th games looming on the horizon, President Simpson decides that the tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district.
Thrown into a war with deadly consequences, you’re not sure who to trust. You’re paired up with victors deemed as the best of the best, forming an unlikely alliance.
While on the outside of the arena, an uprising is brewing, your mentor doing whatever he can to make sure you make it back home. To him.
Swords and Smoke - A Top Gun Maverick Royal AU
Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC
Summary: King Nicholas II and his wife Queen Carol were blessed with not one but two strong and healthy boys born within the year from each other.
Bradley came first, a true winter child, born to follow in his father's footsteps and ascend the throne when the time was right. A true heir to his father's kingdom.
Then there was Jacob, who was happy to be second in line. None of the heavy responsibilities on his shoulder, happy to be an advisor to his older brother. He knew he one day would have to shoulder being the right hand man during his brother's rule but it never bothered him.
When their parents arrange for Bradley to wed the Princess of one of their allied kingdoms, Bradley is devastated. While he knows his duty, he's deeply in love with one of his mother's handmaidens, Natasha.
Jacob decides to help his brother out, and offers himself to take Bradley's place. He's not the heir, but being the second born of the most powerful king in the South is quite the feat. Surely it would be enough.
Jake soon realises he’s thrown into more than just an arranged marriage, suddenly caught in a deadly spiral with an outcome no one is ready for.
#fe writes#upcoming projects#fic: there will be blood#fic: in the deep#fic: the girl in the creek#fic: sharpest blade gentle breeze#jake seresin x oc#bradley bradshaw x oc#jake seresin x reader#hangman x oc#rooster x oc#hangman x reader#fic: swords and smoke
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Gravity Falls was strange, and the townsfolk even stranger, it seemed.
The twins had been unceremoniously dropped off on the side of the dusty road, the roar of the bus engine fading away as the driver wordlessly drove off without fanfare. The poor man had almost seemed close to tears ever since they had entered the thresholds of this seemingly innocuous town, all too eager to speed off and away while leaving the two children coughing and wheezing in its dust.
It had not even been a full minute since their lackluster drop-off before they became well acquainted with the oddly sociable and irritatingly chatty inhabitants of Gravity Falls. A single conversation with a pair of boisterous policemen already told them all they needed to know about the history of the town, as well as the whereabouts of their Great Uncle Ford.
"The Mystery Shack," the townsfolk had called it. It seemed as though their distant uncle had earned himself somewhat of a reputation amongst the locals. He was the town cryptid; the ever elusive mad scientist that lived in the outskirts of town in this so called "Mystery Shack". No one really knew who he really was; but everyone knew exactly who he was.
So, when the twins found themselves stood hand in hand in front of the rickety old shack, they hadn't really known what to expect when door had swung open with a deafening slam.
He was a strange man, their Great Uncle Ford. He seemed nothing like the cackling looney lab-coated madman they had imagined from what meager hushed information the townsfolk had offered them. It seemed as though the tales of a scientist gone mad that experimented on stray children that wandered into his spooky "Mystery Shack" was but a cruel rumor.
He mostly just seemed unhealthy, to be honest. His sickly, pale frame utterly drowned in the thick red woolen sweater that practically seemed to hang off of his lanky body like a second flap of skin. It made him look almost child-like, like a kid trying on their parents clothes; which somewhat diluted the intimidating effects of his looming height.
Although, the townsfolk's apparent fear of their Great Uncle Ford seemed to have some merit.
For one, Grunkle Ford really didn't seem all too human. He wasn't inhumane, per se; just, not entirely himself, if that made any sense. Looking at him was like looking at an incomplete puzzle; or looking at someone who you remember all your life wearing a hat, suddenly coming to work one day without one, and it takes a little too long for you to remember what is missing.
It was like Grunkle Ford had lost pieces of himself. Somewhere, to someone. His eyes seemed... almost empty. They were a little too dull and a little too opaque, lacking the lively shine of life everyone else seemed to have.
Another thing was that Grunkle Ford wasn't entirely alone. There was... someone else. The twins couldn't exactly pinpoint where, but they could feel its stare, whatever or whoever it was. They could almost feel its stare, a non-existent eye trailing a weird prickling sensation across their skin. The twins recalled the words of one of the townsfolk, a tall bestacled man with haunted blind eyes; although unseeing they could have sworn his gaze never seemed to leave them, as all he said was:
"Don't catch IT staring at you"
The twins had an odd feeling that IT was looking at them right now.
They didn't even notice when the pale bony hand of Grunkle Ford suddenly reached into their personal space, barely registering his words at all, much less the extra fingers that adorned each of his rough, worn palms.
They didn't take the hand.
If the twins had thought the outside of the shack looked decrepit, the inside seemed somehow even worse.
Every inch of exposed wall, ceiling or floor were utterly covered by sprawling symbols, summoning circles, and indecipherable words that seemed to be in an entirely different language than any the twins knew. They overlapped and tangled into one another into big, messy, red splotches of clustered nothings.
There were notes, diagrams on ripped pieces of aged looking paper scattered everywhere, with hardly any room for post-it notes squeezed wherever there was room. Lit and unlit candles were placed absolutely everywhere; either hidden in the dark corners or openly stood in the middle of the floor; sometimes in a circle, sometimes not. The melted fallen wax had coagulated into a hard white mess onto the floor; the smell of cheap vanilla scented candles intermingling with the smell of halloween fake blood (and Dipper was convince there had to be some real blood there, too) to create a sour concoction that stung their noses unpleasantly.
The shack was sparsely furnished with rarely any furniture at all. Not even a couch, the tables and chairs simply pushed to the walls to make more space for the endlessly swirling symbols and pentagrams. The twins were hesitant of stepping on any of the summoning circles, carefully sidestepping the candles and walking over the line of the pentagrams.
The attic, where they would be residing, was not much better.
Maybe they did end up in a mad scientist's house, after all.
#my art#my writing#my fic#i suppose?#oneshot#gravity falls#gravity falls au#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#bill cipher#stanford pines#ford pines#grunkle ford#dipper pines#mabel pines#gravity falls fanfiction#tw scopophobia#tw staring#tw eerie#tw fake blood#tw cult#<- not really but just in case!!#tw demons#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford jumpscare!! :)
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Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.
He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.
It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!
So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.
#vampire#vampire smut#vampire boyfriend#vampire imagine#vampire x reader#vampire x human#x reader#chubby reader#x reader smut#fem reader#female reader#reader insert#requests open#monster fudger#monster imagine#monster fic#monster smut#monster fucker#monster boyfriend#monster lover#chubby!reader#fem!reader#imagines#cw blood#cw breeding#smut fic
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Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
#writing#fic writing#like this is stuff i'm doing for fun with my perfectionism meter turned down as far as i can get it#and i am still thinking about it A LOT#talk to me about how in red string fic jgy perceives the memory block both as syrup and as mud but nmj thinks it feels like blood#it's just a thing in their heads that mentally feels kind of thick and sticky but they both made something different of it#it's about issues with cleanliness / lies as a way to craft an illusion of a better lopking world vs the constant violence nmj lives in
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Simon’s home.
Which means he’s glued to your side.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
The two of you are in a local bookstore, the shop having caught your eye while out on a stroll together, each of you going to your respective shelves to find your preferred genres.
Simon grabs the first novel he thinks sounds interesting, quickly snatching the book by its spine so that he can cross the few steps back to your side.
His eyebrows furrow when he notices how closely you’re holding a book up to your face, your own eyes squinting at the back cover.
“Havin’ trouble there, love?” He asks as he approaches.
“Can’t believe I let myself run out of contact lenses.” You reply, trying your best to decipher the blur of black ink on the pages.
“Could’ve worn your glasses.” He retorts, something he’d already suggested more than once since you ran out of your contacts and had to order new ones.
“You know I only like wearing them at home.”
“But you’re so cute in ‘em.”
“Yeah well, you’re the only one who thinks so.” You mumble under your breath, though Simon hears it of course, the crease in his brow deepening.
“Wha’s that supposed to mean?” He gruffs out.
“I just got teased a bit in school was all Si, typical kid stuff. Just stuck with me I guess, but it’s fine, I have my contact lenses.” You explain to him.
Simon considers your words for a moment, the gears evidently turning in his head, muscular arms crossed over his large chest.
“And do we know where these fuckin’ tossers are at now?”
“Oh my god Simon, don’t-”
“Have we got any names to work with?”
“That is not-”
“Any addresses?”
“You are not about to-”
“Pictures?”
“I was like ten years old-”
“S’alright lovie, we’ll dig up your yearbooks when we get home.” He simply says, plucking your book from your hands and heading towards the register to pay.
#this guy doesn’t tolerate disrespect towards you#even if it was decades ago#won’t let that that kind of slander towards you be tolerated#you literally just got called four eyes#but your man is out for blood now#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost fanfic#call of duty ghost#ghost cod#ghost#cod simon riley#simon fluff#simon ghost riley x you
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Girl Help, I can't stop thinking about Stan's drifter years
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#mullet stan#tw blood#a ridiculous amount but still#also uuhhh tw nip nop ig#certain angsty fan fics sure aren't helping my case#and yet I crave more#MOOOOOOOOOOORE#send recs if you have any BLS
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The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara
didnt have time to clean this like i wanted but i needed to get this scene out of my head desperately. im good now
#rubulart#trod au#cotl#cult of the lamb#narilamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#comic#im done making cotl art now i promise im going back to work#i took a hard detour bc its been like years since a fic has interested me this much#or a game#but i beat the main story on my new save so im good on that for a while#long post#cw blood#cw violence
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FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.
Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.
AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!
And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.
COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#blood blossom au#my fic#danny fenton#danny phantom#if i REALLY want to get into it i'll have to look at the show's episode synopsis and pick and choose which episodes happen when in the year#maybe pull a scarlet lady and have some of the season 1 episodes happen further down the line instead. but i can do that later. for now#come laugh with me at the mental image of teeny 11 year old danny curbstomping ghosts twice is size and thrice his weight.#bruce is watching old footage from the phantom fights in amity and going 'HNN' in increasing concern. he's got his hands folded and his#chin in his hands and he's going (ಠ_ಠ) with his face and he has SO many questions and concerns. for many. many different reasons#first of all he's incredibly upset that danny had to go through this at all in the first place. like no kid should've gone thru this alone#but he. is also. very very softly. going *'what the fuck...'*
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Small itty bitty req 😽😽😽 Vampire! Gojo who cums just from drinking her blood..? 🤕🤕🤕😸
vamp gojo getting a taste for the first time ★
◜ ❦◞ — warnings. fem! reader, vampire au / gojo, mentions of blōod, touch starved gojo, spıt, cowgirl, praise, premature ejaculatıon, biting, mdni.
you were one of his many weaknesses—disregarding the plethora of other vampire known things such as sunlight, garlic, or even stakes. you and your taste alone was enough to bring him to his knees. gojo’s entire body feels scorchingly hot the moment you cream down his cock. he’s still twitching from the inside, gentle honed claws piercing into your skin. “p- please,” he’d pant, pointed tips of his ears burning more and more tepid. a lukewarm breeze sets against his skin before he conceals his face into your neck. “m- my precious little . . human,” and you moan the moment his long, forked tongue licks a stripe near your neck. “i want more of you. please.”
there was a bit of a tremor in his voice - shaky. the more stripes he licked up your neck, the more he became addicted. the vampire’s cock was embed into you, feeling the sheer snug and warmth near the inside before his eyes roll back. with irregular breaths yanking from his lungs, he looks at you, a gentle nail scraping near your neck before he pouts. “can .. can i?”
he wants a taste,
as you’re taking your seat on his lap, it didn’t take you long to realize what he meant. gojo wanted to feed off of you. two broad hands of his grab onto your waist, pulling you close. body against body, skin against skin—your warmth was the only thing that made him pulse.
funnily enough, it’s known vampires don’t even have a pulsing heart, and yet you made him feel alive. it’s ironic.
his dick was still plugged into your gripping, gluey walls before you give him a sweet reply. “go ‘head toru, baby. get a taste.”
your voice,
it was such a treat to listen to, almost harmonic.
the way you spoke in such a pretty tune was enough to have him dump another load into you. and then another, then another.
the vampire lets off a needy moan at your answer, not hesitating to incise his chiseled, sharp fangs into the crook of your neck.
“mhm,” he whines, and you feel a bit of slippery saliva trickle its way near the edge of your neck. you were so tasty that it was enough to make him drool. as gojo licks it up, you hear a long sluuuurp and he’s making sure to savor your metallic taste. to him, you taste like candy.
and already,
he’s addicted. his tongue whisks itself against the growing bite marks and he whines again. pretty frosted lashes of his flutter as he’s relishing in your flavor. needless to say, you were simply drool worthy. “my s- sweet girl, hah, taste even better than i imagined.”
you stay still, remaining to sit on his lap. the base of his cock squishes down a bit the more your ass grinds against the weight. he groans, and the body heat that’s sticking against the two of you grows more heated. as he’s feeding, you can hear a little growl escape from his lips once you playfully try to move away. “mine, s- stay,” he grumbles, making sure to not suck away too much blood. the vampire was well aware of the precautions and didn’t wanna leave you too weak or lightheaded, regardless of how sweet you tasted. “hngh, ‘s good. ‘m gonna c- cum i think.”
“s- satoruuu,” you breathe, taking a moment to swallow and the only thing you ended of gulping down was your sweet, sweet pity.
you felt your cunt start to spasm sporadically, one hand gently wrapping around his throat as he’s collecting more of a taste. “thaaaat’s it, ‘s good. good boy, suck harder baby.”
a snowy wisp of a strand runs down his forehead before he pouts — pointed ears twitching at your praise.
good boy . .
a whine rips from his throat again, and already he can feel himself starting to thrust against you. sloppy thrusts but you still felt every inch rut its way into you. he was so eager, so feral. he couldn’t help it, if you kept teasing him this much he was going to stuff you full.
again, and again, and again.
“oh, you like when i call you that?” you peer up at the vampire, watching as he momentarily breaks away his lips from your neck. a cute fang of his pokes out underneath his bottom lip and there’s metaphoric heart eyes shimmering in his blown irises.
“y- yes,” he nods, a slight crack in his tone as you’re still happily straddling him. gojo’s face flushes deeply and a sharp gasp shortly follows. “ngh, say it again, please.”
leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose, his eyes ultimately widen into the size of saucers. “good boy, ‘toru.”
“f- fuck, woman,” he snarls under his breath, your touch alone able enough to harm him more than pungent garlic ever could.
gojo can’t help but crane your neck slightly to the right again with one hand. he moves it back to it’s original position before sinking his fangs into your neck again. once more, he feels the prodigious tang of saltiness coat against his forbidden buds that run against his tongue. you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure before feeling him starting to sniff you.
as if your taste wasn’t enough - your scent was just brutal.
you giggle at bit at the sensation of him getting off to your naturally sweet aroma. his dick was growing more aroused. its twitching multiplies and you feel every movement from the inside of your stingy walls. gojo’s whining gets louder, and before he knew it, the crown of his cock starts to vigorously thrash and thrash against your cunt. your walls were being greedy, you were barely even moving and yet, your gummy walls continue to hug him tight, never letting go.
because in the end, you didn’t wanna let go,
not now, not ever.
“c- cum, ‘m gonna cum,” he huffs, soft warm lips ghosting against the new bite marks that tattoo against your skin. he stares at his gift to you with the most lewd expression, eyes half lidded and all. feeling himself get more sheepish as each second passed, he whimpers. “i- oh, really gonna make me—”
and it’s a long pause.
it’s almost too long, radio silence and yet it was deadly. right before you could utter out a word, you feel a spurt of hotness ooze its way into your pussy. it’s slow and it’s slimy, coming out in thin velvety ropes. so much to where you feel it shoot into the very depths of your womb. gojo’s a mess, his whimpers reaching higher pitched volumes before he buries his face into your neck again.
shame overtook him—sharp nails of his gently graze against your hips as he’s holding you close, a milky ring around his base shortly painting around his fat base.
whenever he came, it was a lot. piles and piles of it, you weren’t even moving a muscle and you had him this weak. the finish came to him like a truck at full force, it was a constant ringing in his ears.
your hips buck and he grows quiet— his favorite part, listening to the final finishes. ripples of rapture overtake his body as he’s pouring his all into you, and he takes a moment to suck against your neck once more. your cunt squelched and his seed made sounds similar of its own. you mewl out a sweet sob, feeling his tongue flick against the few remnants of blood that were left near your neck before he sighs deeply.
not only was he pussy drunk but he was perhaps he was in love.
“i- i—” he murmurs, still having his face buried deep into your collarbone. gojo didn’t want you to move, he wanted you to stay. “more.”
“more what, ‘toru?” you whisper, still feeling him dump such a heavy amount of cum into you as if it was nothing. it was sticky, gluing against the entrance of your pussy as if it was some kind of adhesive. it was a mess— you were filled, a few strings of cum gluing against your opening, you feel the warmth coat against the outside and the inside. you gingerly pull his head up to look at you and the vampire leans into your gentle, familiar touch. “mm?”
“more of you,” he grumbles, and you let off a gasp once he makes you lie back, spreading your legs.
the vampire strums a soft padded thumb against your pulsating clit that had wads of cum spilling out in nice clumps before he leans down. gojo groans, lapping his own flavor up with his tongue before flickering his pretty cerulean eyes back up at you. giving your pussy a kiss, crooked sly smile forming on his reddened glossed lips. “not done, wanna bite her next.”
and you gulp, chest heaving in and out— you leer down at gojo and realize he was staring straight at your sopping wet cunt.
#★vegasbaby.#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader smut#gojo satoru smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#anime smut#female reader#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#jjk fic#cw blood
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scene from a haunting just for company by valkyrisms
#my art#fishfingersandscarves#iwtv#iwtv amc#amc iwtv#interview with the vampire#devil's minion#armandaniel#the vampire armand#daniel molloy#blood cw#comic#fic rec#scene so good i had to draw it
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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃
❝ For as long as she could remember, Anastasia had known she was going to win the Hunger Games. The oldest daughter and only child of a pair of politicians from Panem’s wealthy District Two, it had only been a matter of time before she had joined the long line of so-called “career tributes” that had come before her, volunteering for the Games because, as someone from a rich district who had had the advantage of actually being trained for this, she could afford to volunteer with very little fear of dying in the arena. And so, after years of training under the critical eyes of former District Two victors, of honing her skills with weapons of all kinds and developing her hand-to-hand combat skills until she could snap an opponent’s neck in only three moves, sixteen-year-old Anastasia had raised her voice at the Reaping and volunteered for the 72nd Hunger Games, determined and ready to enter the arena and add her name to the long list of victors from her district.
And so she had. After spending nine weeks, one of the longest periods of time a Games had ever lasted, in frozen and desolate terrain that had only toward the end become a blistering desert, after killing her way through twelve of her fellow tributes to become the deadliest tribute in Hunger Games history, Anastasia had been named victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, removed from the arena with both frostbite and a vicious sunburn and the blood of her last remaining competitor still on her hands, and taken back to District Two, where she was greeted with parades and parties and parents who proclaimed they’d never been prouder of her.
And she found that, contrary to what she’d always imagined would happen when she came back home a victor, she fucking hated all of it.
Over the next two years, with the exception of her Victory Tour, Anastasia gradually disappeared from the public eye, refusing all offers of a home in the Capital and training the next round of hopeful career tributes, until she became nothing more than a recluse, a self-imposed captive within the walls of her beautiful District Two penthouse, waking up screaming and thrashing from nightmares almost every night and never quite being able to believe that the blood she’d shed was gone from her hands. With every day that passed, she grew more bitter and full of rage towards the Capital and everyone who supported the Games, how they could watch and even cheer as children slaughtered one another for their entertainment and willingly send these children to die simply as penance for something that had happened so long ago, and with every day she lost a bit more hope that anything was ever going to change, convinced that the terrible cycle of violence was going to keep going and going and going long after she was dead, buried and allowed the privilege of a funeral where so many of the tributes she had killed were not.
But then, two years after the Games that had made Anastasia into a murderer, the two tributes from District Twelve had won the 74th Hunger Games together, choosing to die at the same time rather than let the Capital have its way, and Anastasia’s faith in the world restored itself by just a bit. As Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark began their Victory Tour and all of Panem dealt with the minor chink in the armor of their worldview that had come with their victory, Anastasia made sure to keep an eye on the two of them, becoming more and more intrigued with these two defiant young people from the poorest district and how they continued to defy the Capital’s will even as those in power work to keep them on a leash, and whispers of rebellion travel even into the tall and elegant buildings of Anastasia’s district.
And when the third Quarter Quell comes along, forcing former victors from all districts to once again become tributes and revisit possibly the worst experience of any of their lives, Anastasia finds she is actually looking forward to finally meeting these two and seeing them up close - even if she fully intends to die in the Quarter Quell arena, refusing to let the Capital make any more of a monster out of her. But as the 75th Hunger Games commences and Anastasia finds herself becoming closer and closer to Katniss and Peeta, she wonders if, perhaps, allowing herself to die would be letting the Capital win after all. If it would not be better to survive - hopefully, potentially, with these two people she finds herself beginning to care for - and become a different type of soldier as the rebellion against the Capital kicks off in earnest.
If, after almost three years of horrific nightmares and nails bitten bloody and seeing the faces of the children she murdered everywhere she goes, Anastasia can finally show the glittering pigs in the Capital exactly what happens when they make children into killers and tell them to find peace. ❞
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#my ocs#introducing my ocs#ch: anastasia upland#oc: anastasia upland#fic: there will be blood#queerocs#ocapp#ocappreciation#ochub#allaboutocs#fyeahhungergamesocs#fyeahthgocs#the hunger games oc#hunger games oc#behold my violent and traumatized angel#i do know that the 72nd games has a canon victor but the point of fanfic is supposed to be to change canon isn’t it?#sorry pliny
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There Will Be Blood 👀?
this has me incredibly intrigued…
Elle ♥️
There Will Be Blood is a TGM Mafia!AU that's been sitting in my drafts forever.
Ava Castello always knew she'd end up marrying Bradley Bradshaw. It was all their parents had talked about when they were growing up. How she and Bradley we're 'finally' going to unit their families, thus securing all of their futures. It was set in stone and honestly, it wasn't that bad.
Bradley was easy on the eyes and despite the ruthless name he'd made for himself as Nick's heir, he was always kind and polite whenever he and Ava were in the same shared space. She could think of crueler men to betrothed to.
She knew their marriage was a way for her family to get out of the debt they owed the Bradshaw's and she was fine with paying the price. She'd be safe and looked after as Bradley's wife.
But after a whirlwind of a night, Ava ends up at the Seresin estate, the last place she should be at. It's no secret the two families hate each other and their constant fight for control over the city has taken many lives and years.
After Jake saves her life that night, Ava knows she owes him a debt. And that debt might come with too high a price.
#fe answers#fe loves elle#fic: there will be blood#oc: ava castello#bradley bradshaw x oc#jake seresin x oc#top gun maverick au#mafia!au
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Jason: I can't make sibling game night.
Dick: Give me ONE good reason why you can't! We've been planning this for months Jay!
Jason: I know, and I'm sorry, but Danny caught the flu.
Tim: Who's Danny?
Jason: My son-
Damian: I am a UNCLE!? You have sire a child and have yet to introduce me to my nephew!?
Jason: I-
Damian: How old is the child!? Have I missed his first steps? Words? *Gasp* HAVE I MISSED HIS FIRST LAUGH!?
Jason: Danny isn't a infant he's five-
Damian: Five!? I have missed five birth celebrations and holidays, and who knows what else!? All because of you!
Jason: I just adopted Danny! I found him beaten black and blue in the dump. I think some asshole was trying to kill him. My men are searching the city.
Tim: I think it would be a good idea to replace Sibling Game Night with Sibling Man Hunt instead. I think we owe it to Danny for meeting him so late to Hunt down the asshole who attacked him. All in favor?
Damian/Duke/Cass/Steph: Yes!
Tim: Dick, are you opposed to-wait where is Dick?
Jason: He ran out the window as soon as he heard what happened to Danny. My guess is that he wants to find the asshole before you so he can put him into the ground. Don't look at me like that, Dick's always been bloodthirsty and violent. He just hides it better.
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#from a fic i never wrote#Protective fam#Dick is out for blood#Danny is sick#his uncle and aunts are going to murder someone#Jason would join the blood bath but hes a dad now
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NSFW
You certainly love your poor himbo!vampire lover, but he’s definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Like all vampires, his saliva has healing properties so his victims don’t bleed out during his feedings. Because of this, he’s taken to freaking out when you get injured and immediately licking the wound, planting a soft kiss on it after.
He smells your blood, and he gets nervous. The man adores you, he’d be lost if you died!
So when you woke up to the soft ache in your cunt being combated by the pleasure of your boyfriend sucking on your clit, you were quite confused.
As you rubbed your sleepy eyes, you heard your boyfriend choking on his sobs, tears rolling down his pale cheeks as his hands held onto your thighs.
“Y-you’re gonna be okay, angel. Going to… going to make it better…” he blubbered, your blood dripping down his chin before he moved back to your aching cunt.
“Love…”
He sniffled as you reached out a hand to cup his cheek, gently swiping your blood from his lip. “I’m not injured, I’m just on my period.”
Your lover blinked, his eyes going wide, and you could tell if he could blush his cheeks would be a bright red with embarrassment.
“O-oh…”
As he pulled away, you grabbed him by the hair and guided his lips back to your pussy. “But you’re still helping, sweet thing.”
His eyes softened and he settled back down between your thighs, his cheek resting against your belly as he softly nuzzled against it. “Then I’ll take care of you… I’ll always take care of you, my angel…”
So you sat back and relaxed as he fed, making sure to gently push you over the edge and ease your pain.
#vampire boyfriend#monster boyfriend#monster boy oc#vampire x reader#vampire#vampire x human#monster imagine#monster fic#monster fudger#monster smut#monster fucker#fanfiction#monster lover#chubby reader#x reader smut#fem reader#x reader#female reader#reader insert#fem!reader#chubby!reader#anime x chubby reader#imagines#period smut#cw periods#cw blood
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I know 0 things about Rugby but I had to put Price in situations after reading this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide , the man was made for tiny shorts, come on
#cod#john price#captain price#captain john price#call of duty#I can't be stopped#the blood THE BLOOOOOOD#all I want is to see big hairy men fight with blood on their faces what can I say#I hope the shorts are slutty enough#there are more scenes from this fic I want to illustrate but I'm a slow artist AAAAAA#anyway enjoy this lads and go read the fic it's brillant#my art#tw blood
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