#how can u tell

[starsofang]

Vampire!Johnny x Reader <3

tw: blood

You were Johnny’s favorite little volunteer. You were so willing for him when he worked up the courage to ask if he could take a bite, one measly little prick of your neck so be could get a quick fix with the sharp tips of his fangs.

You never minded when he’d call, even in the late hours of the night, always a hint of a plea on the edge of his tone as he practically salivated at the thought of getting a taste of you once more. You always said yes, something he became rather greedy of, seeing as his visits became more and more frequent.

He couldn’t help himself. He was addicted.

Your taste was the sweetest he’d ever come across, like warm honey down his throat. The metallic sweetness burst along his tastebuds and had his body begging for more. He never went too far, but he knew you’d let him if he asked.

Instead of draining you like he very easily could, he let his other senses take over. Humping your leg like a bitch in heat with his mouth still latched to your neck, your delectable blood heightening how truly sensitive he was.

He was a desperate, whining mess, a complete shift of the man you knew. Where on normal days, he was a charming, cocky shit, your blood had him falling into putty in your hands, submissive and under your spell.

You’d never refuse him, of course. You felt pity for him every time you felt the stiffness of his cock poking you through his pants, begging to be released, to be worshipped.

You always gave him what he wanted. You were happy to help, to give yourself up for him so he could feel relief. You couldn’t imagine the turmoil lack of blood had on a poor vampire like Johnny, and it hurt your heart to see him become a pathetic mess.

Johnny adored you when you’d use one hand to pull his cock out while the other remained on the back of his head, fingers curling into his mop of hair to keep him against your neck. Encouraging, begging him to take all that you can give, to lose himself in his feast.

He wouldn’t last long. The moment your hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it to a soft rhythm with praises leaving your lips, it was over. He’d let out a loud whine into your neck, burying himself in you while his hips jerked into your closed fist to match your pace, ropes of cum painting the fabric of your pants.

Johnny was a greedy vampire with an unhealthy addiction to you, but he wasn’t a mean one like most.

He always made sure you got your fix as well with his tongue devouring the lovely flesh between your legs, the tips of his fangs grazing just slightly to have you a crying mess, your thighs framing his head and holding him hostage until you came down from your high.

Johnny has had many partners in his extended lifetime, but you were definitely his favorite one he wouldn’t let go of. Even if it meant slipping a bit of poison in your veins on his next visit to ensure you stuck with him forever.

[irl]

also th othr thing that the double slit experiment (expanded upon w the quantum eraser experiment) tells us is that nature is a cheeky lil bastard n loves 2 fuck w us n will always find ways 2 do so n i think thats v charming of her

[emil1863]

the guys!!!

[sushiisiu]

reposting all my JV doodles here Cus Im So sad my twt is shadowbanned

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[kangals]

friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

[zillychu]

hmmm. I think the mask should also get to be. freaky

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[zeldareference]

hes cooked 😭😭

scene is from ch. 24 of the fanfic "sans tumbles through the multiverse headfirst" on ao3 by @papiliovolens, go check it out yall, its great :3

nightmare belongs to jokublog

classic belongs to toby fox

[ziggystqrdust]

confused because

It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want ya

To do me no good

And you look like you could

[waddiwasu-sonic]

AUTUMN DATEEEE~ 🍁🍂🥐 Awh man I feel like I'm so back! To those who don't know I had a medical situation that made me unable to draw, etc. yada yada... buuut I've been taking it slow and I can already feel I'm gettin better enough that I can draw insted of just sketch~ Soooo MORE GAYZ TO COME <3

[drawerbread]

who let harrowhark “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” nonagesimus out of her enclosure?!🗣️

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[i-love-you-just-the-same]

this is entirely @tame-the-lion-writes fault for giving me brain worms lol

it really does start with kyle-- he's the bird, he can scope out the area the 141 are staying for the time being. what he doesn't expect is you, the pretty thing fixing up one of the cabins near them. he starts to hang around, becomes noticed by you (especially when he leaves you trinkets on the porch). johnny is next, he follows kyle to see where he goes when he disappears for hours. johnny plunges in faster than kyle. he's rumbling through drawers and sleeping in your blankets not too far along while kyle perches on your desk chair. you're receptive but hesitant. should wild animals be this friendly?

it gets more concerning when there's a bear rolling around in your front yard. he pushes your mailbox down--then back up once he realizes it's down. he sticks his head through your kitchen window and demands toast. price wants in, the best way for that is being as harmless as possible. so letting gaz perch on him and soap sleep on him (grumpily). eventually he's rewarded with head pats and cuddles in the living room (thankful for the wide door).

simon is much more reluctant. you can see him lurking, following you from afar, but he only ever gets close if you're in need of help. one time another big dog snarled at you and he attacked it. another time he led you away from a burrow of snakes. you see him with the fox, who plays with his tail and nimbles his haunches, but that's about it. he'll sleep on the porch when the other three are inside. you leave him scraps and let him be distant for awhile. it's a trust exercise to get him to be near you, so when he eventually comes to lay at the door to your room and allows soft touches to his ears, you take the win.

they're surprisingly helpful. ghost will bring you your shoes and gaz retrieves earrings. soap picks out blouses while price decides how cohesive the outfit is. they're good at online shopping and johnny will hide in your bag when you go to pick it up. they like to "find" money for you so you don't feel as bad dressing up more. gaz learns to braid with his beak while simon lays his head on your thigh.

they've managed to explain their nicknames of "gaz" (fridge letters), soap (lots of soap bars with teeth marks), "ghost" (a bed sheet and the way he acts), and "price" (money, lots of it, with help from the fridge letters).

they're not sure how to broach the "shifter" topic, so they don't for the time being. they take care of you in the ways they can, you bandage their paws and offer forehead kisses.

[anna-scribbles]

adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !

[mulderscully]

MR. BRIGHTSIDE released September 29th, 2003

[userarmand]

Assad Zaman: Just on a very technical level it took me some time to sort of hone everything down into a space where the camera can pick you up because I am naturally quite sort of gangly and a little bit chaotic and on stage when you embody a character, when you work out the blocking it helps and you can really sort of let go. But here I had to learn to bring that energy inside and do something that I hadn't really done before which was emulate that energy through stillness.