#so you spend the night in jail🚨

[doorknobinmyayuss]

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Hell yeah!

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Ramon, tight-jawed, had simply walked back to the truck, climbed into the driver’s seat, and driven away. Leaving Eddie and Sophia stunned and terrified. He came back half an hour or so later, but at the time, not knowing, it felt like an eternity. Sophia had cried until she puked. Eddie’s nose burnt so badly it blistered. 

If you’re going to act poorly, like little monsters, there are consequences. And you will deal with them alone, because no one will want to be around you. 

Their mother had been furious, of course. Not with Eddie and Sophia. Their parents fought badly after that. Eddie thinks if Shannon had done something like that to Chris he would have walked away right then and there. She never would have.

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It’s not the sort of call you expect. Though Buck supposes the 118 gets plenty of those. Still, Buck isn’t expecting this. Less because of what it is and more because of who it is. Though, the what is still crazy.

They’re called to a home in the Hills. Fancy celebrity type home. It’s a lovely house and Buck would like to spend time daydreaming about what it would be like to have enough money to own a place like this and spoil Eddie and Chris every day for forever, but the real action is happening in the backyard. By the infinity pool. 

Apparently, a night full of drunken debauchery led to some idiot passing out on a floating mattress and going over the edge of the pool. Right off the cliff face and into the trees below. To make matters worse, the man and the inflatable are now impaled to a branch.

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"I know things are hard right now. But I need you to stay with your brother, okay?” 

Nico sniffs, eyes welling with tears. 

“I won’t do it again,” he promises. “I just… I couldn’t keep still.”

He hears Dad sigh. 

“I know, my sweet boy.” He hasn’t called him that in a long time. Nico has been too big. Too embarrassed. “If you’re good for Chris, it’s water under the bridge okay? One dumbass teenage stunt ‘get out of jail free card.’”

[wraithsoutlaws]

🚨☎️✂️🎒? >:)

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

Well, it's not good kfdslajfkdsalj He's openly wanted in NC and several other cities and states though he tends to avoid most of those places anyway. He was arrested a few times when he was younger, but never did any prolonged jail time, although he had been in and out of a handful of different lockups for smaller things like vandalism, pissing in cop car gas tank, drunk/disorderly, fights, etc. He was successful smuggler for a few years and got very good at outrunning them or bribing them. He hates all cops and finds them to be weak, pathetic bootlickers without any spine and believes ""law enforcement"" to be a political joke. Sometime in the mid-late 80's he gets picked up by a bounty hunter and ends up taking a deal that leaves him in an in-patient facility in lieu of hardcore jail time (though not really jail time because they would have essentially just killed him had he not gotten that deal).

☎️ (telephone) - Does your character know anyone’s phone number by heart? Do they prefer calling or texting? Who’s their favorite person to call/text? Do they have any typing quirks?

He's pretty good with remembering numbers and that's because he spends as little time on the phone as possible. Hes much more old school in that regard, prefers a solid landline to anything else. He'd rather call than text. It's more straightforward and he's not very good with texting and he likes to hear the other person's voice because he can gain more information from that than the dissonance of text. If he's on the phone it's likely something important, some kind of biz, and he finds it easier to conduct that way. But he also hates when his phone is blown up with calls so either way he can't win. The only person he'll probably text or call just to talk is Dum Dum, especially if he's in the badlands. He'll have him on call all night if he can even if its just silence. If you do get texts from him, they'll probably be riddled with mistakes (he doesn't have the patience to fix them) and depending on how close he is with someone there might be a lot of emojis, most of which probably only make sense to him. And he won't explain them either :3

✂️ (scissors) - Has your character ever cut their own hair? What about someone else’s? How did it turn out?

Dagger has only ever cut his own hair, even when he was a kid. He's always just been self-reliant with that kind of stuff and he doesn't really care much how it looks. Sometimes at the Wraith camp he'll let Lilith (other wraith oc) give him a nicer trim, but usually he'll just hack away with a knife. Shaves with one too. He used to cut his brother's hair when they were younger, and his brother didn't mind when it looked bad either because he just liked to spend time with him.

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

Dagger keeps all sorts of random things with him. He's always pulling shit off bodies or picking up things he finds that he thinks will be useful (nomadcore hehe). Everything he MIGHT need he likes to keep on hand or close by. He almost never has an actual bag (his car is a nightmare mess), but keeps his pockets full (and he also sews a lot of customized interior pockets into his clothes for extra stuff). He will have probably at least 7-10 knives on him at any time, cigarettes, lighter, playing cards, small mirror, safety pins, sewing needle and thread, some cash, drugs, phone (cracked and dented), gum, the paint he uses for his eyemakeup, and probably either some kind of bandaging or duct tape as well as one of those utility pocket knives.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

OMG i’m so sorry i am so desensitized at this point.. um yes it’s totally an ed thing i just didn’t think about that omg um.. yeah i’m really sorry just focus on the feeder part 😳😳😳

that’s crazy cuz yes hanbin too🤭🤭 like.. i’m going crazy but i don’t want to be too insane.. soo

matthew makes me so feral in general and yes i agree with u he would love a taller gf (especially a chubby one<333) i see him as either being dom most of the time but with a subby side or kinda subby loser :( definitely a good boy, would spoil u and worship you because he’s obsessed with you but also loves making you flustered (it’s “confirmed” this man has like an oppa or daddy kink…) wants to be in control but also gets turned on if u take that away from him sometimes<333 if ur into it too… lots of thoughts of matthew x jiwoong x reader poly all 3 ways cuz matthew would so sub for jiwoong like help and so would i!!!!!

but um yeah. jiwoong, hanbin, matthew love big girls<333 feeder thoughts with all of them, just want u to be their chubby gf who relies on them for everything<3 i think they’d just be obsessed with how docile n obedient you’d be for them :((( um..

i’m literally so insane but like.. i saw smth too im gonna type this and cross it out because i’m humiliated but….. vina pls tell me u see the vision agree with me i will cry but if u don’t it’s fine tooo i will shut up about it… but…. i’m screaming i really can’t even type it out. basically just.. being too big to touch urself on ur own so he has to help you and you can’t get off by urself anymore bye putting myself in jail. i’m sick 🤧 pls if this is too gross i will leave u alone and never bother u with my nasty thoughts again

- 🥟 anon

Honey, when I say that there are little to almost no things that I find hard to like I'm being real 😭

In my head, that sounds hot too 😭😭😭 (I dated a chubby girl too so I KNOW)

I imagine Hanbin a lot for that scenario 😭👌 (dubcon 🚨)

Coworker!Hanbin eyeing you for a long time because you, his chubby teammate, are always smiling around even when everyone is having a fucking hard time keeping up with the workload.

He respects you a lot because you're smart, kind and are always helping around when nobody else wants, reason why he can't understand why some people don't treat you nice simply because of how you look.

You, realizing it, stop wearing your pretty outfits at work, choosing a more "modest" wardrobe so you don't hear those comments again, shocking him because he never realized how much he liked to see your plump ass and thick legs with them.

Without being able to contain himself, he jerks off to the memory of you wearing a particular skirt that he really likes to see you on. It's simple, black, and you wear them with black stockings too. He's seen that outfit a thousand times, yet he can't stop thinking it's the hottest thing ever just because YOU were the one wearing it.

He starts to get impatient because he NEEDS to see you wearing that skirt again. Looking at your ass when you bend to lift things is not enough, he misses the way your stockings became transparent in the highest part of your thighs, and you look great with those pants, but there's nothing like your skirts.

Hanbin does his best to catch a glimpse of something new that excites him the same way, but don't get fooled, he gets hard with the mere sight of you, it's just that nothing makes him cum like your chubby legs and how they look enormous in skirts.

Not much later, thank God because he's having a harder time containing himself with each day that goes by, the office decides to make a two day one night trip to appease the people that have been complaining at work. He only decides to go after you've said that you'd too, praying deep inside that you go wearing a skirt again. You do, and, thanking the universe, he spends the whole day stuck to your side, helping you with kitchen duty and even acting bold enough to walk with a hand in the small of your back when you two get lost from the group.

At night, when everyone is drunk as fuck and most of them already on their rooms sleeping, you two stay in the open talking about work and drinking. You don't really notice how many shots he's pouring you, or how your drink has more alcohol than what a usual cocktail has. You keep drinking, laughing at the stories Hanbin tells you, and answering his questions. It's all innocent, until there's a particular moment in which you're too fucking drunk to stop yourself from blabbering, and you don't know how the topic changed to it, but you reveal that you haven't been able to cum in a long time because your tummy and your pussy lips are too much of an obstacle for your hand, which can never do much after arriving exhausted to your house because of the busy usual schedule at work.

The words that come out of your mouth make him the hardest he's ever been in weeks, thinking how he'd gladly give you a hand. Without noticing, one of his hands is already caressing your knee, murmuring a "poor girl" with those rosy cheeks and his usual smile nowhere to be found. You, not understanding much of what's happening, or the place you're at, only nod. "I know!", you cry, and open your legs when his hand trails up until it arrives to the border of your skirt.

"I could help you, you know" he offers. "Uhm?" It's the only thing that comes from your mouth, and he doesn't wait for an answer before his wrist is against the pouch of your tummy and his palm against your clothed pussy. "i'll help you" he groans, pressing his hand harder, stealing a surprised whimper from you because of how good it felt.

It doesn't take long until he has you over the table, plastic cups on the grass and some spilled drinks making a mess under you, but that's the least of the things that he could care for when he has your fat pussy in front of him. Your skirt is all up, your stockings are ripped and your panties to the side. With one hand he pushes the amplitude of your tummy, using his thumb and index to maintain your heavy lips open so they don't interrupt his job while his other hand is doing it's best fucking your gummy walls and then circling your puffy clit, taking turns with his attention, making you cry of how good he's touching you.

"Bin- fuck, please, please" you cry. You're delirious, only thinking about the pressure of your abdomen and his slender fingers being perfect for you.

"i'll make you cum baby, don't worry, leave it to me" he says, feeling your juices dripping to his wrist with how messy you are. You had no idea you could get that wet, never having been dripping to that point on your own. Your poor pussy has been so unattended it's practically begging for his cock, and he's dying to give it to you but the way you're breaking from only his fingers is making him dizzy, and with all the alcohol over his head, he doesn't stop until you're coming in front of his eyes, leaking down a heavy stream of your orgasm.

That alone is enough to make him shudder and spurt inside his underwear. He groans, feeling his cum smear against his skin, and kisses you, tasting the alcohol in your system and the salty rest of your tears. He only talks when you've regained some of your consciousness, "wear skirts at work again, and I'll help you every day."

[elettralightwood]

200 pages ✨

Like, he’s pretty sure he’s straight. Sure babes 🫶 Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight. Lmao 💀 No cause Alex falling face first because he was having horny thoughts about Henry is top tier 🫡 "Prince Henry is a biscuit,” Nora says, “let him sop you up." NORA OH MY GOD ☠️ "He likes you. He’s freaking out." I wanna cry myself to sleep 🙂 Jealous Alex is so hot pls 😮‍💨 Amy my beloved 🫶 His suit is black, smooth, elegant. Perfect. Alex wants to rip it off. Honestly, same 😌 His footsteps stutter, as if he’s thinking of making a run for it. Alex is not above a flying tackle. I would pay real money to witness this 💀 Henry, the prince. Henry, the boy in the garden. Henry, the boy in his bed. Poetry ✍️ There’s something about the two of them, the way they ignite at different temperatures, Alex’s frenetic energy and Henry’s aching sureness. Idk why i love this sentence so much 👏 Alex is living for it, watching Henry come undone, letting him be whatever he needs to be while alone with Alex behind a locked door. No cause the "be whatever he needs to be" got me crying 😀 Henry rolls over onto his back. Alex’s body wants to follow and tuck into his side, but he stays where he is. DUMB BITCH 🤺 His eyes flicker down to Alex’s hip, where it’s bared above the sheet, and he says as much to himself as to Alex, “I am very, very gay.” HORNY JAIL 🚨 he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place. Y'all i feel tears coming 🙂 "people are writing fan fiction about y’all" so real 💯 I absolutely loved how panicked Alex was during and after the polo match 🤭 OH WE GOT BUTTERCREAM INVOLVED ALRIGHT 🧁 Alex’s heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute. Just like me reading this book 🤝 Henry my baby 🥺 All on board the Remus is gay train 🚂 Aw Alex being proud of his sexuality 🥹 binds Henry’s wrists to a hotel bedpost with his own necktie OH DAMN ALRIGHT 👔 "I did get both of the gay kings,” Henry points out. “There’s a prophecy for you.” Another iconic line 🙇‍♀️ BABY 😭 I'm literally gonna protect Henry and Bea for the rest of my life 🫂 also Alex and June 🫂 and Alex wants so badly to see the shadows of expressions moving across his face, to be able to touch them with his fingertips STFU 🤧 June really said "babes u really thought u were hiding it well?" 🫵 You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass. 🥹 it’s not my fault he’s a mysterious and retiring young royal and you’re the tempestuous ingénue that caught his eye Speaking nothing but the truth 🫡 Shaan sweetheart 🫶 "Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.” “Good morning, strumpet,” Henry says, glancing away from the road to wink at the camera. That's a powerful bottom right here 🫵 Alex feels calmer knowing somewhere in Wales, Henry got a decent night’s sleep. Crying and screaming 👹 I'm sorry what happened to Rafael 20 years ago??? 🤨 Hoe Dameron 💀 Cash 🥹 Come back to me when you’re done being flung through the firmament, you lost Pleiad. STFU??🤧 I’ve already been in the royal box ALEX PLS 💀 Philip is such a dickhead, i hate it sm 🤬 I'M SORRY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? RAFAEL???

THE RED ROOM SCENE AND THE ONE RIGHT AFTER Y'ALL OH MY GOD I'M HYPERVENTILATING

“I’m going to die,” Henry says helplessly. “I’m going to kill you,” Alex tells him. “Yes, you are,” Henry agrees. I just love them so much 🫡

Reading the emails giggling and kicking my feet and then remembering they get leaked and i find myself crying and sobbing 💃

Henry sinks to his knees on the white marble and looks up at Alex with big, blue, bottomless eyes, and Alex doesn’t know a word in any language to describe it. He forgets they don’t spend the night. So, they do. He discovers Henry sleeps curled up on his side, his spine poking out in little sharp points that are actually soft if you reach out and touch them, very carefully so as not to wake him because he’s actually sleeping for once. In the morning, room service brings up a copy of Le Monde that Alex makes Henry translate out loud. They're keeping it casual guys!! No feelings involved!!

But Perfect Stoic Prince Charming laughs when he comes, and texts Alex at weird hours of the night: You’re a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I’m going to kiss you until you forget how to talk. And Alex is kind of obsessed with it. Keeping it so casual!!!!

GUYS THE PHASE "NO FEELINGS INVOLVED" IS OVER, I REPEAT, THE FEELINGS ARE VERY MUCH INVOLVED 🗣️

Was the phone call where they talk about Bea and Henry's dad and Henry and Alex's childhoods written specifically to shatter my heart in millions of tiny little pieces or what?? No cause it worked.

He looks down at the magazine and feels the corner of his mouth tug upward. “He looks so different,” he says after a long minute, gazing down at the baby Henry on the page and his easy, unfledged sureness. “I mean, like, obviously. But the way he carries himself.” His fingertips brush the page in the same place they did when he was young, over the sun-gold hair, except now he knows its exact texture. It’s the first time he’s seen it since he learned where this version of Henry went. “It pisses me off sometimes, thinking about everything he’s been through. He’s a good person. He really cares, and he tries. He never deserved any of it.” I really don't have anymore tears you guys please :D

THE KARAOKE SCENE AND WHAT HAPPENS RIGHT AFTER??? AND THE SLEEPY CUDDLES??? AND THE MORNING AFTER???? Y'ALL 😭😭😭

The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him. HENRY OH MY GOD 💀

Reading Red White and Royal Blue and reacting every 100 pages ❤️💙

[pjisskullourful]

ρɛтιтɛ мσят

           giving in to the villain, so good that it’s bad...

🎃part 1/? [series masterpost]- happy halloween ⚰️ let me be your HalloQween

Damiano X reader

🔥NSFW🔥 possibly the least safe for work thing on this entire hellsite. the most depraved pornographic shit ever         [🚨TRIGGERWARNING:mild theme of suicide ideation]

° Damiano David & female reader insert

° You lived your days waiting for when it was time to be ravished by him again. - you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid-heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

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° dedicated to/suggested by the best enabler cellmate in this horny jail @superchrystaldrug i would be lost without you babes 💋 encouraged by @bethanysnow thankyou for being such an endless source of support

CONTENT WARNING- NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED ××× •PERIOD BLOOD •UNPROTECTED SEX •CUNNILINGUS •SWEARING •SPANKING •ORGASM CONTROL •STRICT DOM

This bizarre and entirely unheard of setup had come about completely by accident - you hadn’t even known that Damiano David was a vampire when you had taken the job for three days of makeup work on Måneskin’s latest music video. 

You had primarily worked on him, unable to refrain from flirting with him. On the last day of filming you had been asked to stay back, longer than most of the crew were scheduled to remain on set. At first you had guessed you were about to be yelled at - someone from management had caught wind of the lack of professionalism between you and Damiano. You were about to be told that you were blacklisted from ever working with this production company again.

But it was him that had asked for more of your time, wanting to talk to you in the privacy of his trailer. Here he had propositioned you and you had agreed. 

It was supposed to just be one night and you had told yourself that was enough. It had been a spectacular way to spend a night, all of that flirting taking you to the correct conclusion. He had shown you moves that you’d never seen before and you had left marks down his back from your nails.

When you awoke the next morning to find that your period had arrived (leaving splotches on the white hotel sheets) you had begun to plan how you could leave before he found the stain. It was a mortifying ending to an otherwise perfect encounter.

He had been asleep when you had slid out of the bed, headed for the bathroom. By the time you returned, he was sitting up, wearing the strangest expression. The red patches on the bed were exposed and you immediately apologised. He had just stared at the dried blood, eyes wide. He didn’t look disgusted, but he had been stunned speechless.

You hadn’t bothered to give him your number - just collecting your things together as quickly as possible. You had your shoes in hand, going to the door and thanking him for a fun working experience, when he had stopped you. He had jogged over to place himself between you and the door before you could get it open.

That strange look on his face had been intimidating closeup. But there was something off about his appearance, a change that had taken a moment for you to recognise.

“Can I taste you?” He had asked, smiling.

And it was then that you had noticed how very prominent his canines had become. These teeth had gotten ever-so-slightly longer, coming down to supernaturally sharp points.

Someone else may have run, someone with a greater interest in self-preservation. You were faced with something not of this world, and fear was how any sane person would react.

A sane person wouldn’t have entered into an arrangement of monthly visits with a paranormal killer - but you had never been known for having the most appropriate reactions in moments of stress.

Seven months later, you had welcomed him into your apartment yet again. Letting him kiss and strip you of your baggy clothes.

The truth was that you hadn’t been able to determine who enjoyed this arrangement more. He loved to tell you that you were his most delicious meal of the month, every single month. And you looked forward to these visits. The threat of death (which admittedly lessened with each encounter) was able to give you such a rush of emotions, making you feel at your most alive -when he was around, you were never sleepwalking, you weren’t just another cog in a machine. You lived your days waiting for when it was time to be ravished by him again.

You were laid out upon your bed, your entire body pulsing with desire as you watched him remove only his shirt. There had been some heavy petting in the other room, leading to clear arousal on his part - but you weren’t about to sexually relieve him. Because all of this was about you and what you could give. 

He had explained to you, early in your conversations, that blood tasted far better, far richer, far more satisfying if it was drawn from an aroused person. He would have to warm you up before drinking from you.

And you loved every step in his twisted process. You were obsessed with every touch and any sensation he wanted to give you. There were times when the foreplay went on for so long that it started to feel like torture, enough to kill you. But you never complained - you couldn’t think of a more exquisite way to die.

He placed himself at the end of the bed, leaning into the space between your already-parted thighs. He licked his lips, his eyes (with those dilated pupils, which always meant danger) moving away from your face to your pussy. He didn’t instantly bow down to kiss these lips - anytime that you thought he was done teasing you, there was always more playing he had in store for you.

He gathered something of a sample, by swiping a finger over your slit. He held it up to consider and you could see how it glistened red. He put the tainted finger into his mouth, closing his lips around it and noisily sucked it clean. You saw his eyes roll back momentarily and you were pleased to note that he was satisfied by your taste.

“Deliziosa.” He whispered, making you shiver.

He smiled at you and started to lay down, into your pussy. You put your hands up to the pillow, grabbing it and clenching as you wondered how long you would be able to last - you had never been able to make it to his finish, you always had to tap out.

You felt his tongue begin at your entrance, then quickly flick up to hit your clit. Your legs fell completely limp, the left one beginning to shake as it always did. You smiled, so happy to lie back and let him take you to an unreal realm of pleasure.

He was building to the crescendo (you had before made the joke of him playing with his food, which suggested a lack of manners), concentrating on your clit as opposed to shoving his tongue straight in. In these moments you could be fooled into thinking of him as loving, lulled by how tender his lips were, by how thorough his tongue was. You got lost in his movements, completely detached from reality.

You stared up at the ceiling, feeling your breaths growing shallower. His lips were massaging your clitoris, working it over to truly awaken your most sensitive of nerves. He let it slip out of his mouth before immediately drawing it back in, moving his tongue across it in a completely unpredictable rhythm. The building pleasure had you fighting against the urge to buck into his face.

Willing yourself to keep quiet wasn’t as easy and you were humming happily when he began to suck on the tight bundle of nerves. He kept you so snuggly in his mouth, the pressure from his suction had you arching your back as you strengthened your hold on the pillow.

He opened his mouth - upper lip remaining against your clit, he could probably feel every desperate throb. Then his tongue darted out, testing at your entrance again. With more of your blood on his tongue, he brought it up to your clitoris, swirling the taste of your tainted-stimulation around the hood.

“Uhh… fuck.” You moaned, knowing how hot it got him whenever you swore.

He relaxed his tongue down again, lapping up more of your moisture. He dragged this up to where his lips continued to favour only your clitoris.

You couldn’t help but squirm and lift yourself up, ready to grind against his face. He wasn’t thrown off by this movement, or any of those that followed. He held steady, carrying on this lazy rhythm as if there were no rush. His thirst was still under his control, but you knew that dam was destined to burst. You just had to figure out how you were going to hold on when he discarded that civilized side of himself.

He withdrew, sitting up to the point where you could see the blood building on his chin - a disgusting yet erotic beard around his mouth. When his gaze met your face, you smiled for him, knowing he would be worried of you already being wiped out. You weren’t a snack, you were a sustained meal for him and the more that you allowed him to eat, the happier he would be.

He drew in some deep breaths before lowering himself down again, his skilled hands massaging your legs. His hands worked their way up, grasping your ass. He pushed it up, eliminating any of the space that had remained between his mouth and your cunt. This time you felt his mouth was fully opened, his upper lip just brushing against your clit.

His tongue was teasing at your entrance again. He moaned happily as he greeted the moisture awaiting him, and you felt this vibration travel through your whole body.

He unfurled the entire length of his tongue into you, letting your soaking walls spasm around him. You vocalised your appreciation. His hands held onto your ass even tighter as he dove in deeper. He scraped his tongue up, then flattened it one at a time against the sides of your tight hole. There wasn’t a single part of your pussy that he didn’t taste.

The rapture was getting to such an unbelievable height that you couldn’t keep yourself contained for much longer. Both of your hands darted out, fingers burying into his dark hair. You tilted your hips up, rocking into his mouth like never before. Your breath failed you for a moment when he flicked his tongue up, dangerously close to your g-spot.

You opened your eyes when the divine heat from his mouth disappeared. You looked down to where he was watching you, wearing the most devilish smile known to man. He removed one hand from your ass, using it instead to steady himself on the mattress. You could tell that he was tasting it - tasting the involuntary change that came with your orgasm. He never needed you to tell him how close you were.

Holding your eye, he presented his tongue again and you had to fight to not simply shout out, demanding all of it at once. He pressed it to your clit before drawing a determined, unbroken line up. He proceeded over your pubic mound and up onto your stomach.

Just beneath your belly button was where he found a satisfying stopping point. He removed his tongue and sunk back down to his knees.

Your stomach now displayed a stripe of blood, watered down by your cum and his saliva. It was like an arrow, pointing down to the scene of the crime.

You threw your head back, crying out when you felt his tongue powering into you again. The slap of his hand against your ass became the most important sound in the bedroom. You held onto his head tighter.

He had given you the signal - something you had agreed on during your second encounter. You weren’t allowed to come without his permission. And his permission came in the form of a spank.

You writhed. “Fuck yes, thank you, thank you…”

You could feel that he had filled his mouth with you, lips completely open as his tongue danced within you. He went in as deep as he could reach and you felt your body opening up to him, ready to give him everything.

This time when he curled his tongue up to tap your g-spot, he stayed there. He let your cries and your taste guide him, knowing he had found the pot of gold. He massaged you here, rolling and pushing every sensation out of you. He was relentless, exploiting this spot for everything he could.

You were vibrating violently against him, grinding into that glorious mouth. “Ah, ah fuck. Shit, oh, oh, ah. Oh, God.”

His hand collided with your butt in two quick spanks. Your thighs shook around his head as you felt yourself melting. He curled his tongue back to pull your wetness into his mouth, retracting with a gulp. Then he went back in, to tease you more. He pumped his tongue in-and-out, making you sweat and moan.

You began to shatter, loudly and shaking wildly. You moved your hands to your knees, grasping them and bringing your legs to your chest. You had transcended, no longer feeling his tongue, just the shocks that it was sending through you. Your excitement flooded out and your orgasm took everything from you.

You collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air for your aching lungs. He allowed you a breather, sitting up and making an effort to clean his face.

“Amazing.”

You placed your trembling hands over your face, trying to comprehend what had just occurred - your thoughts always moved a bit slower after one of his all-consuming orgasms. “Yeah, me too.”

You flinched at the feeling of one of his fingers caressing your inner thigh. “There’s still so much, it’s gonna get caked on these gorgeous thighs.” You bit your lip, listening to him speak, already guessing at his next move. “And I’m still so hungry.”

“I know, I know.” You nodded, keeping to yourself the observation that his hunger was quite literally everlasting.

He had moved up closer to you, smoothing your hair. “You haven’t had any of your drink yet…” He handed you the sports drink. “Why don’t you have some of that and I’ll clean you up?”

You sipped the bright liquid, not raising your voice to refuse - even though you knew it wouldn’t be just cleaning, not for very long. But you were still floating in the bliss of your afterglow - helped along by how mesmerized you were by how he watched you.

He lapped at the moisture on your legs, working slowly and thoroughly. You sighed, his tender rhythm assisting your heart rate in returning to a more comfortable and normal rhythm. Giddy tingles ran through your body - not enough to destroy you all over again, but enough to keep you smiling.

Every now and then he would complete a long lick by placing a kiss to your skin, so wonderfully gentle. He was keeping up the eye contact, making you feel an even stronger connection to him. He didn’t miss anything - seeing every flutter of your eyelids, seeing every time you licked your lips.

It would be easy to get the roles confused and to think that you were the one being worshipped - instead of the one making a sacrifice. Your thoughts got scrambled, as if you were getting drunk off of his attentiveness.

He smiled at you as he paused in his task. You saw warmth in those dark eyes, the way he looked at you and licked his lips, made you feel so incredibly appreciated. You wanted to fall in love with him in these moments. You wanted to spend the rest of your life sharing in this mutual satisfaction.

He had never promised you love, it was just fucking. Most of the time you could comfortably hold this knowledge, even feel content with it. But there were other times, filled with thoughts you would never share with him, when you wondered what it might be like to have more.

He moved to your other thigh, running his tongue over a particularly dirtied spot. Looking up at you, he hesitated, mouth so close to your skin without actually touching.

Then he gave the flesh a playful half-bite, letting you feel his dangerous teeth without actually breaking the skin. He had bitten you before (you had bought many turtlenecks over the past seven months), but this wasn’t about drinking. He was teasing, which he was so masterful at and you giggled. Then he returned his lips to your skin and you breathed a relieved sigh.

You leisurely sipped the drink that he had bought for you and you started to relax. You stopped caring about how much was left to be cleaned, instead just enjoying this intimate massage. You could hear him sighing against your skin, the caresses from his hands gaining more power.

You almost choked on the liquid travelling down your throat when you felt his lips at your cunt. He had sucked one of your flaps into his mouth, softly rubbing his lips against this area. You made an effort to swallow and relax your throat, screwing the lid back onto the bottle. He was feigning innocence as he looked up at you, still sucking at your skin, like you were his personal lollipop.

“May I?”

You couldn’t keep the grin from your face, having someone so obsessed with your body never got old. You scooted down a little to recline into a more relaxed position. “Just do it, just take it.” You pushed his hair back from his brow. “It’s yours.”

He resumed his earlier position, putting his hands onto your hips. The excited tingles engulfed your clitoris before you actually felt his touch. It was enough to just have his hot breath on this sensitive area. You drew in a shaky breath as you watched his head lower.

“Still so wet.” He said.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your words got lost when that tongue was on you again. You threw your head back, crying out louder than before. “Ah, fuck.”

It took you more than a minute to identify what moves he was making. At first all that you could feel were your tensed nerves reacting to him and the power of his lust.

When you recovered enough to return into your body, you realised that he wasn’t doing anything that matched his grandiose efforts from before - not yet, at least.

Now he was more of a curious taster - his tongue just playing at your entrance. He slowly collected what was already dripping out of your cunt.

You lifted your head from the pillow, looking down to immediately become stuck in his deep gaze. The creases around his eyes telling you that he was smiling.

He confirmed this with a moan into your pussy. Then you felt his tongue sneak into you, less than an inch. He shook his head frantically, building a friction both internally and externally - thanks to how close his nose was to your swelling clitoral hood. You gasped for air as the sensation grew larger in your stomach.

But he stopped before it could drive you entirely crazy. He pressed a long kiss to each thigh, then looked up at you again. “How many times are you gonna come for me?” You sat up slightly. “How much are you gonna let me eat?”

You huffed, draping a leg across his tattooed back. “I- uh, fuck.” You burst out as he snaked his tongue into you. “God, can’t you just let me f-f-fu… fuckin’ answer the question?”

“So answer it.” He said, blinking at you.

“All of it.” You whimpered and, with one broad stroke, he was inside of you again. “I want you to have all of it.”

He held your thigh with a fierce grip, his voice so much darker. “Give it all to me, then.”

“Yes.” You whispered, your throat clenching as he moved towards a consistent rhythm. “Take all of me.”

He was slow, refamiliarising himself with your taste.

But his speed didn’t matter, not when you were still so charged with nothing but sensitivities.

Your last orgasm was still so fresh in your mind and you were helplessly being wrecked by this new one, which he could probably already taste. You jerked onto your side, bringing your pillow down so that you could hug it to your chest. His head and neck kept your legs separated as he desired. His tongue continued to dart around within you, growing closer to your deepest spot.

He didn’t pay any attention to how weak you had become, riddled by strong tremors - forgetting to check in as he enjoyed his meal. Your eyes rolled back and the effort of trying to hold on was getting to be too much.

“Please.” You struggled to get out - your body fighting against your desire to obey him. “Please, I- ah, oh. I can’t, I can’t. Please let me come, please.”

This single spank felt like a merciful gesture. Onto his tongue, you came undone again. It was louder and you shook so much, like someone in contact with an electric fence.

Everything got dark and quiet after that. Your body slowly became your own again as you held fast to that pillow, the only thing touching you at present.

When you had enough energy to open your eyes, it was to find him lying in front of you. He alerted at this first sign of life, rolling closer.

“Sweet, exhausted baby.” He said in a soothing tone.

You heard a swift snap and a square of dark chocolate came into your field of vision. You accepted the bitter treat, nibbling at it.

“Are you alright?” He asked, stroking your hair.

You held the chocolate in your mouth, letting it slowly melt. “Yeah, I just need a breather… and then I’ll… just give me a cigarette break and I’ll…”

He put a finger to your lips, halting you before you could begin to truly babble. “It’s fine, you don’t have to give anymore. You’ve already given me so much, we’ll stop-”

You sat up, ignoring the wave of dizziness that overcame you as you did so. “I have more, I just need to rest, and then- I did more than two last month.”

He grabbed your shoulder and forced you back onto the mattress. “Shut up, it isn't about stats of what you could or couldn’t do before. And if you mention again that bullshit about your record of five - I’ll make you regret it. I’ll tape your mouth shut, I swear.” You unhappily chewed on the next chunk of chocolate that he handed you.

There was really no option for you to disagree or argue with him.

“You are a human being, not a vending machine with a set amount of stock for me to buy to eat my way through. And not only do I know that, but I’m happy with it this way. You can think that two is a small number, but I got a fuckin’ great feed out of those two. Now, don’t kill my buzz with a goddamn temper tantrum.”

You wanted to cower, just as much as you wanted to draw out more of his mean side. “Yessir.”

“You’re gonna sleep now and when you wake up… that’s when we’ll talk about what happens next.” He said. “Right now, I’m done feeding. All I want to do is clean off what I left on your tummy and that’s all, you have my word.”

Your entire body felt tender as he eased you onto your back - there wasn’t a single muscle that his passion hadn't touched. As he readjusted himself, you placed one hand over your pubic mound. Your cunt couldn’t possibly take any more attention at this point.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked, spotting your protective move straight away. “I said I was done feeding, don’t you trust me?” He slapped your wrist and you retracted your hand. “Do you know how many times I could’ve killed you?”

“I wish you would…” You spoke aloud before you could even take a millisecond to filter yourself.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not having this conversation again.”

He was silent as he set to work cleaning off the stripe that he had earlier smeared on your stomach. You kept your mouth shut, knowing that there was no use in pushing the topic - his word was final, every time. The roles had become clear again and you acknowledged that you weren’t the one being worshipped after all.

He was the ruler and you weren’t allowed to decide on the conversation, or much else.

He cleaned your stomach slowly, one long lick after another. You couldn’t look away, absolutely enthralled by every sensual swipe.

He savoured this process and you could feel yourself becoming lulled. You didn’t feel or see his teeth, but you thought of their threat. Your guard was completely down (you would soon be falling asleep), you would be defenseless against a murderous change in mood from him.

You didn’t feel fear from this thought, it didn’t make the sight of him licking up your blood any less enticing. You didn’t want any form of protection, instead you were marvelling, at how perfect a final moment this had the potential to be.

How glorious it would be to see nothing after this, to have this close out the chapters of your life. It was so appealing, so superior to any death you had tried to claim for yourself in the past.

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“Why won’t you turn me?”

Things were a little different for this, the ninth cycle of Damiano feasting on you. You were in his home for the first time, a sprawling penthouse fitting the exaggerated lifestyle of a rockstar. He had summoned you with a text and you had rushed to the provided address.

The setting had changed, but some things refused to be different and he reacted to this question exactly as he had before - unhappily.

You heard him sigh from behind you and you worried that you had killed the mood of this romantic bath. It had been so perfect, stretched out in this tub filled with vanilla-scented milky-white water. After a couple of hours of drinking from you, he had brought you in here to clean you off. He had joined you and there had been some kissing, with him allowing your hands to go for a leisurely wander.

But all that had led to was a cuddle, a moment so serene that it was peculiar and out of place for the two of you. His arms were wrapped around you as you relaxed, your back pressed to his front. Your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck with him running his fingers over your forehead.

You were glad when he didn’t immediately eject himself from the bathtub - this setting was only so luxurious because it included him.

“You’re too sad.” He said, a new answer to a request you had brought to him many times before. “If I turned you, that sadness would turn to aggression and you wouldn’t know how to control your new powers and then I would have a lot to answer to.”

You knew that you should listen to him, that you should let his word be the last on this topic. But your hands ached to hold onto this fantasy, especially while you had no alternate daydream to fixate on.

“Besides, I’d miss my monthly feast far too much.” He kissed you on the forehead, prompting a half-smile from you as you were reminded of how trapped in this small existence you were.

He touched his fingers to your lips. “I don't think that I much like the idea of completely losing my option to breed you.”

You sat up, quickly turning around to face him. “You think about breeding me?”

“Yeah, now and then.” He said it so casually, as if he didn’t know anything of the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions this would set off inside of you.

“I didn’t realise that kind of thing was possible.”

“Yeah, but it’s really rare because it is quite frowned upon. Even amongst other vamps, it’s seen as too much of a perversion of nature. As if my whole existence isn’t the biggest perversion in the entire history of nature.” He sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “But, whatever…”

“Tell me more.” You said. “Why is it so frowned upon?”

“The general consensus is that it’s unnecessarily cruel because being a blood-sucking monster is the only thing the kid will ever know. As opposed to turning a mortal, because at least they get a shot at a normal life.

“But it’s definitely not that bad, I’ve met plenty of hybrids who were very happy. The vamp side grows with the human side, this perfect marriage within them. They get to age normally and grow up with these skills, it’s really quite ideal. Once puberty is over, the vamp DNA gets into the driver's seat and keeps them from aging any further.”

“Do you have any hybrid kids?” You asked.

“No, I don’t have an heir.” 

“We could - you could breed me.” Your hands glided through the water until they found his legs. You leant in closer, running your hands up as you went. “Please breed me.”

He put his hand to the back of your head and brought you in closer, nose against yours. “I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Your bottom lip trembled as you waited for him to kiss you. “I really would.”

“I could fuck you ‘til you’re pregnant.”

“Please.”

He captured your lips roughly, water splashing as you moved to press your hips against his. This was so much closer than before and you felt your skin heating up, as the desire swelled within you again. Your thoughts went to your earlier orgasms and you wanted to recreate that glory.

The need could not be ignored and you grasped at his shoulders. You moaned when his tongue met yours, so warm, so confident as it swiped across the roof of your mouth. He pulled you in closer, the strength of his body in direct opposition to your own, which was ready to submit and become completely overwhelmed.

You gasped for air when his mouth left yours so that he could relocate his lips to your neck, working over the skin there. “Please sir. Please breed me.”

“Go get your ass back on my bed.”

You quickly relocated to the bedroom, sitting on the red sheets. You were sipping your sports drink when he came to join you - the gurgle of the tub draining from the bathroom behind him. Then the home was silent.

He placed his head on the pillow, not grabbing at you or trying to get your attention in any way. You screwed the cap back onto your drink, placing it aside so that you could make your move.

You began at his feet, your hands on either side of him as you crawled up his body. “Please breed me, please.”

He watched you as you made your way over his knees. His eyes fluttered shut when you opened your mouth for his dick. You raked your tongue along the underside of his hardening length. When you reached his tip, you flicked your tongue over the bud and you saw the muscles in his stomach tense.

“Don’t you want to?” You asked, lips against his dick. “Don’t you think it’d be nice for you to fuck me until I’m pregnant?” You kissed his skin as he started to play with your hair. “I think it’d be so nice to have you fill me up with your cum. I can take it and I want it, please.” Your lips parted to bring him back into your mouth, greedily sucking in more of his taste.

He stopped being gentle, curling some of your hair into his fist and you felt a tug. You lifted your eyes, seeing the cords of his neck had become more prominent from the effort of holding himself back.

“You’re not gonna get pregnant like that.” He said, smiling when you resumed crawling up his body. “But you’d already know that, wouldn’t you, filthy girl?”

“Yes.” You said, licking your lips.

When you reached his eye level you kissed him, locking into this deep embrace. You settled on top of him, straddling his hips. You rocked your hips back, feeling his shaft against your pussylips. Your wetness was ready to engulf him and the way that he grasped your back made you think he was ready as well.

“Please.” You moaned.

“If you think that you can handle it.”

You lifted yourself up, repositioning until you could sink down onto his cock, your greedy pussy claiming all of it, your arousal coating him right down to the base. You savoured this feeling of having him inside of you, completing you.

Between your legs, he writhed, encouraging you to move. Your breathing hitched when you tilted your hips forward and you felt his tip come in deeper, nudging at the spot where your orgasm was waiting to be unlocked.

The rhythm that you set was seemingly not enough for him and he sped into a disorienting pace. There wasn’t any time to catch your breath. Every second was filled with the building friction that your bodies were creating together.

You rode out all of these enthusiastic bucks, keeping yourself balanced because you refused to miss any of his movements. You wanted all of it.

“God, yes.” You whined, entirely breathless as you endeavoured to meet each jerk he made in his merciless rhythm. “Breed me, breed me, oh please, breed me.”

His hand locked around your throat, something to keep you steady amongst all of this frenzied desire. He was there to catch you any time that you faltered, a stuttering of your hips ruining your timing. He guided you into the impassioned speed he required.

“I want it so bad.” You said, “I want you to fill me up with your demon seed.”

“Yes.” He rasped, his teeth clenched.

“I don’t care how long it takes, I want you to fuck me- oh God, ah… fuck me ‘til I’m pregnant, oh yes.”

The desperation was clear with both of you rutting into one another with reckless abandon. It was all so intense, your entire body poised for release thanks to the masterful strokes of his dick. Your walls spasmed around his length, always stretching wider when he pushed in deeper.

“Yes, breed me, breed me.” You had begun to chant quietly, drunk on all of this stimulation.

There was no distinguishing who came first. But your body was overtaken by this climax - a joyful flood of him spilling all that he had into you.

The brutal momentum had you greeting your aftershocks with some uncoordinated bucks, until you were certain that you had nothing else to give.

You collapsed onto the bed next to him. Your thighs were marked by your own blood, the same as his. You fell asleep to the sound of him panting.

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