#sorry guys.

[gojisaurus]

one of them blew up their base

[junipum]

[mfshipbracket]

[clownmovieyaoi]

ummmm. been into parkour civilization lately....

[sammygender]

sam & dean winchester | two children in a motel (on youtube)

[isatartdump]

ALSO LIKE A THING I NOTICED NOW BECAUSE I NEVER LOOK AT THESE I ONLY LOOK AT THE COMMENTS/TAGS BECAUSE I LIKE SEEING WHAT YOU GUYS SAY.

Why are there so many of you. I don't fit you all in my house. I don't even know how to thank you kMDLWQKNE

UHM?? You guys are cool thanks for giving me a place to ramble? And post my little sketches. That you seem to like

It means a lot to me

UHM UHM HERE !! HAVE- HAVE MORE OF MY SIFLOOP SKETCHES BECAUSE I TEND TO DO THEM ON MY FREE TIME

There's also a sifzaloop hidden in there

Haha.

[amrv-5]

Alan Alda in The Mephisto Waltz (1971)

[noodle-bin]

Bleed Me An Ocean

Vamp!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Leon visits his lover at night and ensues in a night of passion, but not without a little extra lube.

CW: Bloodplay, blood used as lube, masochism, smut, f receiving oral, mildly dubious consent

Word Count: 2.2k

Ao3 crosspost

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You sat at your vanity, looking at your reflection in the dimly lit room as you brushed your hair. Candles littered the room, making shadows dance all around your bedroom walls. There was a feint playing of music in the corner of the room, your phonograph playing sweet notes. You hummed along, preoccupied with applying your night cream, adoring the sensation as the cream melted into your skin. You were so busy with your task at hand, that you barely noticed the sound of your window lock opening until you felt the cool breeze of the night coming in. You got excited immediately, knowing Leon had come to visit you. You heard his footsteps behind you, but you couldn't see him through the reflection of your mirror.

"Princess," Leon purred, making his way to you. He let his hands trail down your shoulders to the sides of your arms, kissing the crown of your head. You turned your head to look up at him, noticing the black veins adorning his face, slightly covered by his bangs. His eyes were red, piercing into you, taking in the sight of your satin dress barely covering your thighs, your nipples noticeable against the thin fabric. While you let him adore you, you took in his scent. He smelled divine, like bergamot mixed with citrus.

"Leon, I'm glad you came." You got out of your chair and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a hug. This caused Leon to immediately burrow his face into the crook of your neck. He groaned in excitement, kissing your soft skin. Kiss by kiss, lick by lick, his mouth traveled to that sweet junction in your neck. The sound of your artery pumping blood was music to his ears. You exposed your neck further, enticing him to give in and taste you. Leon hesitated, holding you by the curve of your waist. He didn't really like to inflict pain on you, but he loved to hear your soft pants as you arched your back against him every time he fed from you.

“Please, Leon. Feed from me,” your fingers curled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You waited with anticipation, feeling Leon's breath against your warm skin. Finally, you felt the piercing pain. It was hot, and sharp, leaving you dizzy, but you adored it. It was the best pain imaginable, dancing on the fine line of pleasure and pain. It shouldn’t feel so good to have your lover feed on you, your hot blood dripping down your neck onto your satin pajamas, but you loved it. The stinging pain quickly melted into pleasure as he drew blood from you, holding your frail frame against him. He indulged in the taste of you, feeling your small frame give into him.

Leon pulled away quickly, lapping at the mess he had made on you. It was hell stopping himself from sucking you dry, but he forced himself to stop. He kissed up your neck, and your jaw, traveling up your lips. You turned to face him and kissed him deeply, dizzy from the pain and loss of blood. You tasted the metallic taste on Leon’s lips, his fangs bumping into your teeth from the desperation of your kiss. He finally pulled away, letting you rest your head against his chest, your legs feeling wobbly from beneath you. The both of you stayed like this for a small while, your body aflame from being fed on only moments ago. The erotic pain was pooling heat between your thighs, and your dizziness only intensified Leon's presence against you. There was nowhere in the world where you didn't feel safer than in Leon's arms.

"Leon," you started, looking up at him. His red eyes met yours, his thumb rubbing across your lips.

"What is it, princess? Did I hurt you?" Leon was immediately concerned.

"No, no. I.." Your face felt hot with shame, too embarrassed to ask something so simple from Leon. It wasn't like the both of you hadn't slept together all the time. It was simply torture asking for it.

“Leon I need you,” you whimpered against him.

“Yeah? How do you want me?” Leon purred, his calm demeanor returning.

“You know,” your head nudged towards the bed.

Leon chuckled at your vague answer. “You’ve gotta be more specific.”

You pouted, knowing he knew damn well what you wanted. You squeezed your thighs together, the ache continuing to develop from all of the pain and kissing. Leon noticed this, pushing his hips against yours so you could feel his bulge.

“How am I supposed to please my princess if she can’t tell me what she wants?” Leon licked his lips, his tongue trailing against his fangs. You looked at him with your signature puppy eyes, looking deep into his red eyes.

“Please Leon, you know what I want,” you protested. You refused to say any more than what you had already told him.

Leon could only look down at you and adore you. Your heavenly body, the taste of your blood, the simple way your moans left your mouth as you arched your back in pain and pleasure when he fed from you. It took everything in him to stop himself from sucking you dry. And here you were, begging to be fucked by him moments after he fed from you. He really hit the jackpot.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Leon grinned and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He slapped your ass, making you squeal, as he carried you over to the bed. You fell with an oomph, your short pajama dress doing nothing to conceal you at this point. Your nipples were hard against the fabric, stained from your blood. Leon crept closer, his large frame overwhelming, before he dipped his head down between your thighs. He pushed them apart, showing him your slick-covered panties.

“Wet already? You’re going to taste divine,” Leon praised before kissing your clothed cunt. The heat from his mouth was erotic as he pressed his tongue against your sensitive clit before trailing his tongue downwards. The pressure of his tongue against you made you frustrated at the panties separating you from him.

“More, Leon,” you whined.

“More? Hmph, I’ll give you more.” Leon pulled away and pulled your panties off before he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re going to make a fine meal,” Leon purred, kissing your wrist before his fangs pierced your flesh.

You squealed at the sudden pain, closing your thighs from the pleasure. As quick as he had bitten you, he pulled away, pushing your thighs apart. Your hot blood dripped out of your arm, and with the way Leon had it positioned, it fell straight onto your cunt. You stared in shock as you felt hot drops of your own blood fall onto your sensitive clit, dripping down your wet folds, mixing with your slick.

“W-wait, Leon,” you were scared, but you hated how hot it looked. Leon, content with the amount of blood covering your cunt, licked your wounds clean before dipping his head back down between you. He basically moaned at the taste of you, the taste of your sweet blood mixed with your delicious slick. Lick by lick, he lapped away at the mess he had made of you. Sucking on your clit, sucking on your sweetness, before his tongue pushed into your needy cunt, your own blood following right along. You felt him push his tongue father into you, his nose bumping into your clit. You arched your back from the pleasure, forgetting about the blood entirely, hands gripping Leon’s hair. Leon pushed your thighs up against your chest, opening you wider to the torture from his mouth.

“So fuckin’ good,” Leon moaned, eating you like you were his final meal. The way he knew exactly where to push his tongue, building the heat in your abdomen, made you go crazy. You cried out as you listened to the lewd noises of Leon's tongue fucking your wet folds, his lips becoming shiny with blood. Your thighs trembled against him, melting into the pleasure he was bringing you. He finally slipped a finger inside, curling toward that sensitive bundle of nerves he knew so well. You threw your head back, feeling him press against that sensitive spot all while sucking on your clit. You begged for more, the heat in your belly becoming unbearable as Leon pushed you further to the edge. He finally slipped another finger inside, his lips covered in your blood as he continued to bully your sensitive bud.

"Come for me, princess," Leon groaned as he continued to taste your sweet cunt, the taste of your blood bringing him to his own high. Sucking ever so gently on your clit, pushing his tongue further against your sensitive bud to taste the remnants of the blood he has licked away from you.

“L-Leon I-“You could barely get it out before you finally came, trembling around his tongue as he continued to draw out your orgasm, sucking on your clit.

He finally withdrew, letting you collect yourself while he took his pants and underwear off, crawling back to you. You looked at him in a daze, seeing the blood coating his lips. “Do it again, Leon. Use my blood,” you said as you offered your other wrist. Either you went crazy from the blood loss or the orgasm, maybe both, but you desperately wanted Leon to smear your blood on your cunt again.

Leon’s red eyes filled with excitement, biting into your wrist with no hesitation. This time, he fed on you for a little longer before pulling away, letting your blood drip back onto your cunt. He was in a daze, watching your puffy clit get covered in your own blood, dripping down onto your wet folds. Content with the amount, he licked your wound clean before using his cock to rub the blood around your folds. The both of you moaned at the wet sounds as Leon slapped his cock against you, adoring the sight.

“What a naughty girl, asking her lover to fuck her with her own blood,” Leon taunted as he continued to play with your entrance. You waited patiently, holding your thighs to your chest, staring at the bright red on your cunt. Leon rubbed his thick cock against your blood-covered entrance before finally pushing in. You whimpered at the stretch, panting at Leon’s sheer size as he bottomed out in you. He began to thrust slowly into your tight cunt, feeling you squeeze around him.

“Relax, baby, you’d think the blood would’ve helped,” Leon laughed a little as he stilled, sitting inside of you while rubbing small circles on your thighs. The both of you sat like this for a small while, your cunt hot with your own blood and Leon's cock. You panted at the sheer size of him, feeling his tip nudge against your cervix. Once he felt your body relax, he continued his thrusts. The slowness turned into desperation from the both of you, leaving you crying out for more. You were on a cock drunk high, the dizziness from the blood loss finally catching up to you. You could only lay there and take Leon's cock, feeling him push deep into you, the lewd noises of him fucking into your wet cunt filling the room. He immediately found your sweet spot, fucking deeply into it with need. You babbled, holding onto Leon's arms as he pounded into you. Your eyes pricked with tears at the sheer amount of pleasure of getting stretched open by Leon's thick cock.

“Fuck, fuck, princess,” Leon groaned as he pushed your thighs down onto your chest, his face burying into your neck. You heard his own needy moans as he fucked deep into you, your own orgasm building up again.

“I’m so close, ugh,” Leon groaned, fucking you deeply. You were so close, so so close, the lewd sounds pushing you closer to the edge. Leon’s own hips became messy, pushing roughly against your sweet spot over and over, bringing you closer to the edge. You barely noticed his hot breath against your neck before he bit into you. You screamed, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. The pleasure mixed with the sharp pain of Leon’s teeth shook your body to the core. You barely noticed Leon’s own orgasm as he came deep inside of you, crying from the overstimulation of your orgasm alongside the pain of being fed on again. Leon's slow thrusts filled your senses as he sipped from you again and again, his body caging you in. The edges of your vision turned black before Leon pulled away.

You looked up at Leon with hazy eyes, your senses fading out slowly.

“Fuck, wait, stay with me,” Leon held your face in his hands, his breath ragged. You whined as you felt Leon’s body retreat from you before you felt a glass of water at your lips. You drank, tasting water immediately. You hummed in pleasure, resting back against the pillows of your bed. Leon pulled you close against him, rubbing small circles into your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Minutes passed by before you finally came back, feeling weak from everything that had just happened.

"We need to do that again," you giggled.

"I'm afraid not, princess. I lost control there for a bit," Leon’s slow heart squeezed in his chest seeing you look up at him with round eyes.

"You're no fun," you smiled hazily at him.

[meowicule]

so that new chapter

[hotpriestsinurarea]

Need a three-way with john ward, john Pruitt and Damian karras right now..

[joeyclaire]

dream smp <<<<< hermitcraft < stampy’s lovely world. just saying.

[scarbadtimes]

rendoc “you’re cringe!” meme but it’s canonical

[t4tozier]

Alright I got another thought what if Jace is a virgin

(Disclaimer I personally don’t think valuing others virginity should be natural but we’re talking about kink here and also Porter is Sketch anyways so.)

Jace talks a lot of big game but he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing actually and it’s so easy to set him off bc he doesn’t have experience. Like he is Ultra sensitive bc he’s never done anything but yank it. Porter just pushes the head inside and Jace is coming (again). Porter takes a personal thrill in being Jace’s first (and if he has his way, last).

Is this making any sense

no exactly i Get You. porter’s a creep and would place value on things like virginity and would definitely obsess over being the person to take jace’s so.

jace brags about being with all these men before porter but the first time porter gives him a handjob in his pickup he knows he’s lying with how fast he’s coming over his hand.

when they fuck for the first time jace gasps out, “i’ve never—never been with anyone before,” and porter pretends like it’s a shock even though he’s known forever. but it still makes him buck into jace at the reminder.

[boowomp]

…….

[anitalianfrie]

Enea can I sit on your face PLEASE

[gatergirl79]

Though Lovers Be Lost - Part 3

He'd been sitting at the desk listening to his colleagues drone on for almost an hour now, barely taking it in. He should never have agreed to come to Paris while James was off god only knew where, doing god only knew what.

Since he'd woken in the middle of the night to find his partner getting dressed, he'd had this sinking feeling that no amount of reassurance from James could dispel.

When he'd arrived at the shop a few hours late he'd hoped, prayed, James had taken his concerns to heart and instead of fucking off to try and prove himself, he'd have simply gone to Arthur and given him all the information he'd obtained. But even as he'd stepped over that threshold, he'd known James' ridiculous obsession with outshining Harry would win through.

Of course, Alistair knew it wasn't about Harry, not really. It had always been about James' own insecurities. Deep down, he believed he wasn't good enough. That he was only there because Lee Unwin died. But more than that, there was guilt and shame.

I should have done it. I should have thrown myself on that grenade. James had said one dark night after a rough mission he'd barely survived. As he sat in Alistair's living room, half a bottle of tequila open in front of him. But I didn't react quick enough. Lee did. Lee saw it and he would have seen the trip wire too.

They'd started that night. Drink had led to comfort, which had led to almost a decade long relationship. And while James had generally become more confident in himself, there was always a part of him that couldn't quite let go of the fact that he was there instead of Lee.

Alistair had often wondered if Lee's death haunted James because he'd felt more than friendship for the man. He'd never asked, hadn't wanted to know, in all honesty, but he couldn't think of another explanation for why he was still so angry, or why he blamed Harry.

With a sigh, Alistair reached for his phone, glancing at the screen. Still no reply. He'd messaged James when he'd left Chester's office to tell him he was being sent to France. Then again when he'd arrived. He messaged when he got to his flat and then to the tailors shop in Paris. It had been almost an hour and he still hadn't heard anything.

And with each passing hour, his anxiety grew worse, gnawing away at his insides and leaving him unable to focus on anything but the increasing fear.

A knock on the office door drew his attention from his phone and a young woman smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Percival, but Arthur is insisting on speaking to you."

Ice spread through him, its tendrils closing around his heart and squeezing tight.

"E-excuse me, ladies and gentleman." He stammered and waited in frozen hell for them to leave before slipping on his glasses.

"Percival." The old man said softly, "I'm afraid I have some news about Lancelot."

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