#tw blood mention (?)

[smiisevenwhyplus]

the fact that these are minutes apart is KILLING me

[2kiran]

something about logan howlett patching your shoulder up, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle as they stitch your wound close. he’s looming over you, eyes fixated entirely on your form. in a haze of pain, your hand reaches out to curl around his hip and roughly squeeze with a low groan, unintentionally tugging him closer to your seated position.

“you okay, bub?”

“yeah...”

there’s something about it that makes his cock throb; how your reflex is grabbing onto him, how your voice is hoarse, and fucking hell, the smell and sight of you bleeding like that... he’s never letting anyone else fix you up. and oh, he wants you to squeeze something else.

[whatswrong7]

Part 2 Part 3 Ghost didn't think much of you at first. You were just the incapable rookie to him. Constantly getting lost and needing backup on missions. He was actually annoyed at you and your incompetence, trying to stay as far out of your way as possible. But without fail, on almost every mission, your voice would pop into his ear calling for help as you inevitably fucked up, or bit off more than you could chew, or got yourself injured. He didn't even understand how you made it onto the task force, and he told Soap as much, which would usually just get a laugh and not much of a real response. He'd avoid your attempts at chit chat and small talk, barking orders at you to go do something else, unless you were at base, where he settled for just ignoring you until you furrowed your brow and went off.

And then you saved Johnny. His earpiece had gotten destroyed a few minutes earlier, the last thing he was able to say a vague description of his location. Price, Gaz, and Ghost were all preoccupied with their own fights. Ghosts mind seized up as his body continued the motions, aiming and shooting with deadly accuracy. He was gone. Soap was as good as gone, and just like his family, he wouldn't be able to save him. He couldn't breathe, all the gear too heavy on his body as his lungs threatened to collapse. Dead. Dead, dead, dead, all because of him, him, h-

"I got him"

Your voice rasped through the tiny machine, sounding out of breath and unsteady. You didn't respond to anything else, the rest of them hurrying to finish up and head to the chopper, Ghost silently hoping, praying. And there Johnny was, huffing and breathing heavily as a medic took care of him, quickly confirming to the newly arrived team he would be just fine. Ghost breathed a sigh of relief, just to turn to you and get the breath knocked out of him again. You were also getting quickly helped, blood coating you as the medic worked to remove the bullets from all areas of your body you had been hit in. Your usually bright eyes were heavy lidded, as you lazily looked around, barely glancing at Simon. Your shoulder had to get put back into place after popping it out of its socket- and by god, you were a proper mess, thick blood all over your skin and blending in with your uniform, your arm hanging limp by your side as it was held and shoved back into place, and barely able to keep your eyes open.

Ghost had never seen anything more beautiful.

[maccamania-fnaf-sideblog]

Silly guy

[thebluewritingbench]

you & me in the wreckage

a supercorp ficlet

written for @ekingston's flash fiction challenge! :)

this was fun!! the prompts i got were: thriller, only survivors of a zombie apocalypse, celebrity/just some guy (gender neutral), and blood. thematically consistent, at least. tw for (a fairly small amount of) blood and gore, unsurprisingly. enjoy!

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Someone is breathing on the other side of the vehicle.

No, Kara reminds herself yet again. Something.

It’s hard to say when the simple sound of another creature breathing became an instant trigger to send adrenaline coursing through her veins. Every tiny hair on her body rises. Her heart rate accelerates until she can feel it behind her teeth, a war drum. She moves with utmost caution; she cannot make a sound.

There’s a creak of metal. A low groan.

Kara recognizes the sound. The pleading moan of perverse hunger.

She can’t see it, as she creeps around the passenger side of the dark vehicle. The thing must be inside the car. The sound came from low down, though. Maybe it’s on the ground. Unsurprising—they always seem to end up there in the end. After having exhausted the limits of human muscle, with no prey left to chase down, they collapse like expended cargo.

The car is a solid black Rolls-Royce. A rare sight in the city, let alone out here. This one has seen better days, though. Shiny paint marred by dust, pock-marked with dents, half the bumper hanging off. How it ended up swerved into the ditch of this rural, two-lane road is a mystery.

Probably someone trying to escape.

Kara’s mind constructs the story even as she rounds the front of the car, reaching for her weapons. It must have contained someone wealthy or important, someone with the resources to get this far. But they must have been infected before they could escape. Though shaken, they would have attempted to brush it off. Nothing but a scrape. The teeth had barely punctured their skin. They would have sped away, gotten off the interstate at the first chance, taken turn after turn until they found a safe, isolated road. This is how far they got before the alien pathogens hijacked their brain.

But that would mean—Kara’s pulse spikes again—that would mean the creature on the other side of this vehicle is the most dangerous kind. Starved for the taste of human flesh. Not spent, but with the full power of the human body. When used without regard for muscles tearing, flesh rending, bones breaking, it could do remarkable things.

Kara knows. She has witnessed it.

The way Alex moved, when the disease took hold…

She shudders. Pushes the image from her mind. That thing hadn’t been Alex anymore.

Kara considers her weapons. A large kitchen knife. A small handgun—the better bet. Not much ammunition left, though. She’ll have to move quickly. She’ll have to make it count.

She lifts the gun, then lunges around the front of the car and fires.

The shot echoes across the scrubby hills. A shriek rings out, black hair flying as the creature shields itself. It begins to turn to her. She missed. Kara’s finger is pushing down on the trigger again when a voice cries, “Wait! Wait!”

She wrenches the gun aside. Her shot flies wide.

There is nothing but heaving breathing in the wake. Human breathing.

The woman crouched on the ground, staring up at Kara in terrified shock, is alive. Truly alive. What’s more, Kara knows her.

 “How are you here?” Kara says. The cognitive dissonance of seeing that face here, now, is so intense that she wonders if she’s hallucinating.

“What?” says Lena Luthor. “Why are you trying to kill me? Do I know you?”

We’ve met before.

“No.” Kara feels herself flush. How absurd that she’s even capable of such a reaction anymore. “I’m nobody.”

Lena Luthor stands on unsteady legs. “No, you’re that reporter. From… BuzzFeed, was it? You came to my office with Clark Kent.”

“CatCo Magazine,” Kara corrects automatically. It feels like a lifetime since she was Cat Grant’s assistant, barely daring to aspire to journalism. Struck nearly speechless by the presence of this woman—her inarguable celebrity crush.

Embarrassing.

Lena looks uneasily at the gun. Kara realizes it’s still pointing in her direction. She drops her arm. “Shoot. Sorry.”

“Don’t shoot, preferably,” Lena says dryly. It takes a second for Kara to realize it’s a joke.

“I wasn’t trying to— I thought you were… one of them. You’re not infected, are you?”

“None of them have touched me. This thing is bullet-proof. I did plow through a few of them…” Lena looks queasy. Kara follows her gaze to the front of the car. There’s blood congealed on the grill.

A flash of memory. She sees the creature that was once Winn charging at her. Her panicked swipe of the kitchen knife across its throat. The spray of his blood, copious, vibrant, across her shirt, across the pavement. For hours, she was terrified the blood had found its way into some scrape, some opening. Infecting her.

She grimaces, presses her thumb hard into the space between her eyes. Stop.

“Where did you even come from?” Lena says. “There’s nothing around here.”

“I walked from the city. I’ve been trying to find anywhere with supplies. There was a group of us. I’m the only one left.” That awful, leaden truth. Kara pushes past it. “How did you get out? I haven’t seen anyone else in weeks.”

“I hid in my office. I had it outfitted as a kind of bunker years ago. I thought I was being insane at the time, and yet…” She trails off, ashamed. “I did nothing to help. Nothing. I stayed there until it quieted down. Then I took the car, and I ran.”

“You couldn’t have done much. No one could have.”

“And now my stupid tire blew, and I am somehow incapable of changing it, so I’m pretty much fucked.” Lena kicks the deflated tire. “Fuck!”

“Your tire?” Belatedly, Kara notices the spare lying on the ground, alongside a toolbox and a badly misplaced jack. She feels a wild urge to laugh. That’s it? “I can fix your tire.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She swallows. Remembers that somehow, Lena Luthor is standing in front of her. A woman who Kara has followed extensively in tabloids for years. A world leader for tech. Generous. Brilliant. Beautiful. “On one condition.”  

“What’s that?”

“Take me with you.”

Lena Luthor leans against her car and, miraculously, grins. She gives Kara a lingering once-over. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere. Away from here. I need to find out what happened to my cousin. And my mom.”

“Well, I could use the company,” Lena says. “It’s a deal.”

She holds out her hand. Kara shakes it. At the feel of Lena’s hand in hers, warm, chapped, alive, Kara feels a spark of something she hasn’t felt for ages, since before her life turned into a nightmare.

Hope.

[selineram3421]

*is tired*

Courting Pursuit

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mule deer reader, gender neutral (gn) reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, cussing, blood, Valentino's dialogue is pink italics in quotation marks, mentions of aphrodisiac(drug), italics= thoughts ⚠

"Where's Gentle Giant?", Angel asked looking around for the tall deer.

"They have a name you know.", Vaggie sighed.

You were not seen at all today by the others and caused some slight worry among some of the group. Of course, Alastor could care less.

"I know but really, where are they? I didn't see 'em this morning."

Husk turned to look at the spider demon with a raised brow.

"They wake up at five in the morning to start breakfast early. You've been wakin' up early?", the cat demon asked.

Angel raised his arms up. "How could I not!? Have you seen them make breakfast? That's a whole meal on its own! Shaking their ass around to the music they put on, half buttoned up shirt, and those leggings.", he crosses his arms. "I didn't get to see shit today! Kitchen was empty!"

"I didn't get my bugs today!", Niffty piped in. "They usually give me bugs that they find in the kitchen after cooking."

The group continued to wonder where you had gone until Charlie came into the lobby with Sir Pentious.

"Oh, I gave them an errand.", the Princess said.

"WHY!?", the arachnid cried out.

"Shut up Angel.", the white haired woman sighed.

"They said they wanted to do something outside, so I offered them to pick up something from a shop. It's not that far.", Charlie reassured.

"Charlie.", the porn star dead panned.

"Yes?", the Princess smiled.

"How long have they been in Hell? I mean out there, not in the hotel."

"Less than a day..."

Everyone is quiet before rushing out of the hotel.

"Damn it Charlie! They might die!", Angel shouts.

"I didn't think it'd be that bad! Oh no no no no no-!", she apologizes as they all run down the road into the city.

Alastor just sighs and follows calmly behind the group.

What a way to start the day..

.

You were getting groceries for the Princess.

She said that most of the food was gone and with the help of Vaggie, you got a list of the things you needed to get.

At the store, you were a bit confused but you met a nice older woman that helped you learn what the aisle signs said.

"Muchas gracias." (Thank you very much.)

"De nada!", the woman waved her hand. (You're welcome!) "Qué demonio tan atractivo eres." (What an attractive demon you are.)

After paying and carrying all the bags, you made your way through the city and tried to go back to the hotel quickly.

But a tall bug stands in your way once you make it to the entertainment district.

"Ah~ The deer that appeared on the screens.", the tall moth demon smiled wide and approached you. "Valentino is my name and I want you to work for me. A face like yours is well liked among the sinners.", he said and reached out to hold your face.

"No quiero lo que me ofreces.", you quickly moved your head away. (I don't want what you are offering.)

"Ah, pero imagina todo el dinero que ganarás~" (Ah, but imagine all the money you'd be making~), he continued. "Todas las delicias pecaminosas que podrás darte.", his eyes glowed as he circled you like a snake, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. (All the sinful delights you'll get to indulge in.)

You grabbed the moth's face roughly and brought him down to eye level with you.

"I said. I don't want it.", you glared, shoving him away after feeling the groceries shift in your hold. "Adiós. Espero no volver a verte." (Farewell. I hope to never see you again.)

"¿¡Quién te crees que eres!? ¡No puedes darme la espalda!", Valentino hissed out and pulled you back by your arm, making you drop the bag. (Who do you think you are!? You don't get to turn away from me!)

Some of the groceries spilled out onto the street, now no longer edible as blood and grime soiled it.

The moth continued to yell and shout vulgar words, but you just frowned at the loss of food.

"Are you even listening!?", the tall demon shouted in your ear as he tightened his grip on your arm.

"No.", you said and looked at him with a dead stare.

It was the tipping point for him, his anger boiled over and he went to strike you with his hand.

Quickly, you lowered and tilted your head down just a bit before lunging forward. Your antlers stabbed into his chest and blood sprayed onto the top of your head and shoulders.

"¡Pedazo de mierda!", he shouted and grabbed your antlers, slamming you back into a brick wall. (You piece of shit!)

You felt your back sting with pain as he held you in place to remove your antlers from his chest. He managed to kick your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You tried to hit back but he moved out the way.

The moth demon sprayed some pink liquid on you before escaping.

It got in your eyes, making you close them as it felt like burning. The smell was sweet but strong, like a syrup that was too sweet. To the point that it made you feel sick.

After cleaning off the liquid, you salvaged what you could and continued your way back to the hotel.

.

"Where are they!?", Angel cried out.

The hazbin group returned from their search and met up in the lobby. Sir Pentious was still out with his egg minions.

"I didn't see them anywhere! I went to the grocery stores, checked alleys, and bars! Do you know how many bars there are in Hell!?"

"At least we didn't find a body, so we know they are still alive somewhere.", Vaggie muttered.

"Perhaps they've been eaten!", Alastor smiled cheerfully.

The group looked at him in horror.

Niffty not so much, but she was still upset about not getting bugs.

"That's not-", Charlie started.

"WHAT IF THEY WERE EATEN!?", the spider screeched.

"DAMN IT ANGEL, THEY WEREN'T EATEN!", the white haired woman yelled back.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE!?", Niftty jumped into the conversation, smiling.

"You ain't helping Nift.", Husk grumbled.

"I swear to Satan-!"

"Calm down!"

The others stopped screeching at each other when hearing the entrance door open, all turning their heads to find the mule deer dragging their feet as they walked into the hotel.

Covered in blood, holding a bag of groceries.

"Hola..", they waved with a tired smile.

The spider called their name in relief and rushed over, checking them for injuries.

"Holy shit! What happened to you!?", Angel grabbed their head and brought it down to see their blood soaked antlers. "You've got blood all on top of your head!"

"Estoy bien, estoy bien.", the deer mumbled. (I'm ok, I'm ok.)

"¿Qué mierda paso?", Husk spoke up. (What the fuck happened?)

"Nada demasiado importante.", they gave a small reassuring smile. (Nothing too important.)

"Where are my bugs!", Niftty ran over and tugged on their pants.

"Glad you're ok.", the Princess sighed.

"Yes, yes. We're all glad that they aren't dead.", Alastor says as he walks over. "Now, lets have them cleaned up and well-"

Before the Radio Demon could touch them, the mule deer flinched back.

"Lo siento. No me encuentro bien.", they said and handed the grocery bag over to the spider. (I'm sorry. I don't feel well.) "Voy a descansar en mi habitación. Perdonadme.", they managed to get out before heading upstairs. (I'm going to rest in my room. Pardon me.)

Curious.. He thought as the others dispersed, but then noticed that the arachnid stayed put, staring where the mule deer was last seen.

"What is it now? Aren't you satisfied that they are safe and sound?", he asked.

"Somethin's not right.", Angel said. "They smelled like aphrodisiac was poured all over them."

"A what?", the deer demon replied, a bit confused. "That is a drug, correct?"

"Yeah.. And right now, it ain't a good one.", the fluffy demon stuffed the grocery bag in the fridge before running upstairs, shouting out the mule deer's name.

Curious indeed...

As I was writing this during break, coworker walked up and asked what I was writing and I immediately hid my phone.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

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ML II Alastor🎙 | CP ChL🦌

[shieldofiron]

Steve’s starting to think he’s crazy. Billy finally feels safe around him, safe coming over when he has a split lip and a black eye, and he’ll curl up next to Steve on the couch.

And it’s crazy to think, even to imagine.

Billy’s sniffling, stifling sobs and scooting closer. And Steve is a monster because he would love to taste that split lip. Can’t unthink the thought now that he’s started, that he knows what it would taste like, Billy’s blood. Knows what the kiss would taste like, and once he knows he can’t stop craving a taste.

And the knowing is rending him to pieces because you don’t kiss your friends, you’re not supposed to do that when they’re hurt, when they’re crying.

But Steve knows. He knows what Billy’s kiss would be like. Could draw the moment as if from memory, right up until the moment when Billy would shove him away, hurt and scared again.

And so Steve just huddles a little closer on the couch. And tries to be a good friend.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Read Carmilla today and was describing to my best friend the scene where they open the coffin and find Carmilla lying in 7 inches of blood, both of us very confused how an entire 7 inches of blood was lying in this coffin

Now we’re British so we did some quick maths and determined that 7 inches is ~17.5cm and that sounds insane so I went to find my tape measure; I couldn’t find it but I found a 4 inch/10 cm ruler

My friend lay on their back on the floor of our living room whilst I measure them with this ruler and we have determined, especially since Carmilla is described as “slender”, that if she was lying in an entire 7 inches of blood that the only thing that would be visible would be the top of her nose

This was a scientific experiment

[aka-indulgence]

Thoughts? Thoughts you said? Dealer thoughts? 👀 pls?

YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING HHH

(CW: portrayal of gun and violence + random character’s death)

He seems like a guy with a twisted taste for entertainment. Obviously he doesn’t care for human life, regularly dealing with people who gamble their lives for money (or not), you wouldn’t think he’d care about… anyone.

But he cares about you.

He would’ve just finished his last game for the night. The player died on the last round, no defibrillators or blood transfusions left, transported to the dealer’s version of the afterlife. He had 2 defibrillator charges left. He’s been shot about 7 times, but he’s not dead, just on the brink of death- another weekend night for him. He’s not in the mood to die tonight, is all, and he makes his way down to the club where the music blares, the lights are flashing neon colors and the air smells like booze and smoke.

He’s delighted to see you- he’s favorite server in the club. People quickly move away from him- even club regulars who’ve seen his face- are still unnerved by the large man(?) with the crooked teeth and hollow eyes. And even if his face didn’t scare them the shotgun slung over his back certainly would. His delight soon sours when he sees you’re not alone at the bar. Why are you sitting there in the first place? Looks like one of the club-goers caught you, having pulled you to the seat beside him. He’s uncomfortable close, leaning into your space. That alone is enough for him to reach for his shotgun. But even worse…

While you’re distracted, the guy putting his hand on your lap (something the dealer already wants to shoot him for,) the guy reaches over to your drink… and slips some powder into it.

He’s going to have his face blown off.

He crosses the floor, disregarding the club goers and knocking them down like bowling pins.

As you’re being pressured to have a drink (“hey c’mon babe, I went and bought it for you…”), a large arm slams heavily next to you on the bar, calloused hand gripping the glass so hard it’s shaking. The guy jumps back, having seen the face of horror just above your head.

“Hey angel, mind if I have this?” He says, voice strained. He doesn’t wait for an answer. He proceeds to pick up the glass as if to drink, but shatters it against the bar instead.

People stop dancing. The music is still going.

“Hey w-what the hell man?!” the guy stares at the Dealer, as if he didn’t know what he was just doing.

The Dealer shuts him up real quick when he cocks his shotgun. He’s holding the shotgun in front of you, with his arms boxing you in.

“You look familiar. Never seen you upstairs though. Too bad, you didn’t even get to play one round.”

“You should look away, angel.”

Those were the only warnings before a BLAM suddenly rang out, red splattered all over the bar and the floor- and the guy no longer has a face.

Everyone’s screaming, scrambling out of the club. You’re also screaming, but the Dealer can’t help but smile. You were shaking and pushed back into his chest, trying physically distancing yourself from the body.

Just as satisfying as killing the player after a round of double or nothing.

[2kiran]

18+ DOM DEADPOOL X M!READER

Thinking about WADE WILSON trapping you in his grasp, his masked chin perched on your shoulder and his blood-tinted leather glove shoved in-between your thighs. He reeks of impending doom, the scent combining with his natural aroma.

“Oh, no, no, don’t run from it, pretty boy.” WADE clicks his tongue, shaking his head as you squirm. His arm snaking around your waist tightened its grip, clutching you firmly against his front.

He sneaks his hand beneath your pants, wrapping it around the base of your hard cock before freeing it from your boxers. But he doesn’t allow the cool air to hit your sensitive hardness, choosing to toy with you by keeping it hidden under your shirt. You grunt, reaching to hold onto his knees. “W—wade.” You croak, trying not to buck your hips up.

WADE hums curiously, indicating that he was listening. With one finger, he maps out the silhouette of your length through the soft material. He’s enjoying this, and that fact is one he isn’t afraid to admit. “Hmm? D’ya want somethin’, baby?”

Despite his question, he doesn’t quite let you answer. Suddenly, his thumb presses down against the side of your tip, staring in great awe at how pre-cum begins to dampen the fabric. Your dick twitches from the stimulation, and you can’t prevent the plea from leaving you. “Stop teasin’ me, please.”

You can nearly feel his lips stretch upwards into a cocky grin. His palm rests flat on your length, gently rubbing up and down. Every time WADE’S finger went to messily massage your frenulum, your shirt would press into your skin and increase your responsiveness, making you uncontrollably throb. “Awww, we both know you don’t mean that. Our buddy over here likes it.” He teases, shifting to properly but lazily jerk you off.

His hand clenches when it curls ‘round your shaft, balancing you on the point of experiencing a high but never enough for you to actually reach it. WADE WILSON knows you can handle a tad of edging. “Be a good boy, c’mon that’s it, just a liiiiiiil’ bit more.”

[tboyluvtgirls]

cw blood mention

thinking about vampire sex again

the intimacy of knowing they’re so much stronger than you and they can break you so easily but they don’t. you bear your neck to them and they bite you and it only hurts for a second until it feels so good, eyes rolling back as they drain you and you’re all fuzzy headed. they bury themselves in you as they take and they take and they take and you give everything to them, the very thing that makes your heart beat.

but they only take just enough. so you’re all slow and syrupy as they fuck you deep and breed you, your blood running down their chin, and they clean you up and hold you until you fall asleep and they’re warm with your blood…..

idk just vampire sex

[wolf-tail]

Call me insane for this, but was the scene...kind of hot?

Reddit post of excerpt:

It's just, something about it sent my little whump-loving heart aflutter❤️

It has the same kind of undertones as that one scene from Dr Strange, y'know, the one where Steven gets stabbed and has to guide Christine through the surgery?

Call me a freak but I got turned on

[autumnmobile12]

Ambush Sim: Don't Ask

Scenario where everybody has a bad day all around.

Fuyumi: *returns home covered in paint*

Touya: *covered in something that might be blood but no one's sure and he's not talking*

Endeavor: *shows up covered in manure and chicken feathers for some reason*

Shouto: *gets home from school with an aggressive amount of Mineta's grapes stuck to him*

Touya: ...okay, I vote either we call Natsuo to cook or we just order take-out.

...

Bonus: All of these incidents are somehow related and none of them are aware of that.

[bananafire11]

Hello!! Love the mosquito Jax design :D

Just wanted to know how the blood sucking work? Does he like inject others with his tongue or is it more like a vampire biting style situation lol?

Ty Eli!! :DD

He uses his tongue to suck the blood up thru a tiny hole like a straw. Like how a real mosquito does so, he injects his tongue and venom as well to get the blood flowing (this unfortunately leaves the spot very itchy) and drinks it from there. He most often does so from Ragatha or Pomni, but really anyone except Gangle (and any AIs) is at his expense.

Its not the most comfortable situation but thankfully the prick itself feels like a big needle at most

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Period, pt 2 - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: I DID IT!!! I WROTE THE SECOND PART!!! Here’s the more hot and heavy smut to go with the first part. It starts up immediately right after so read Period, pt 1 first for backstory. Lemme know if I missed any warnings, please!

Dedicated to the amazing @sweetheart4you, my bestie and the supporter who nudged me back into Marvel writing 💙

CW: smut, explicit sexual content, kissing, groping, Reader is a puppy!hybrid, oral sex (Reader recieving), oral sex while on a period, bloody oral sex, enthusiastic oral sex, Reader is called handsome and good boy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, Reader tastes his own slick and blood (this might ick you out, sorry), dirty talk, ‘I love you’s, possibly ooc Logan

593 words

You don’t even make it to the bed before Logan grabs you. Pulling you into a rough kiss, slipping his hands under your towel to knead at your ass.

You melt into him, tail wagging fiercely behind you. He chuckles softly, nuzzling into your neck. “That’s it. Just relax and be a good pup for me.”

You squirm when he nips at your skin, his little bites sending heat between your thighs. “Logan…!”

He nips harder once, then pushes you back towards the bed. You sit on the edge, eyes widening as he grabs a pillow and drops to his knees in front of you.

He nudges your thighs and you part your legs, cheeks heating at the satisfied rumble he lets out. “So fucking handsome.”

You know your blood already coats your skin, but Logan isn’t deterred. If anything, his gaze is hungrier, his breathing harder.

He leans in, pressing his nose right to your dick, taking the deepest breath you’ve ever heard from him. He groans, low and deep in his throat. “Fuck, pup, you smell so good.”

You bite back a whine, your breath shaky. You’re so wet, you can feel it drip down your thighs. The bitter scent of blood mingling with the tang of your slick in the air. But you know what he’s waiting for. “Please, Logan.”

“Please what?”

“Please eat me out,” you whimper.

He smirks, you can just feel it. “Good boy.”

You shiver and then yelp as he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your dick. He moans, hands gripping your legs as he dives in.

He eats you out like he’s starving. Moans and soft growls spilling from his lips as he laps and sucks and mercilessly tongue-fucks you.

You’re a whimpering mess, fingers tangled in his hair. Gripping on for dear life as he rips your orgasm from your body. Making you howl and arch, writhing against his mouth. “Logan!”

He snarls when you try and pull away, yanking you back. He sucks harshly on your dick, giving it the gentlest scrape of his teeth and sending you hurtling into a brutal second orgasm that has your vision whiting out.

You collapse back against the bed, weakly pushing at his face. “Too much! Too much!”

He growls but pulls back, pressing a kiss to your thigh. He gets up, looming over you. You pant softly, gazing at him with unrestrained awe.

The lower half of his face is smeared with bloody slick, his eyes wild and dark. With his hair all messed up and the hungry grin on his lips, he looks absolutely feral.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, forcing yourself up to pull him into a kiss. You lap at his chin, reveling in the taste of your own blood and slick. It could be nectar from the gods and you wouldn’t care, as long as you got to lick it from his skin.

He chuckles softly and rests his arms around you, gently petting and fondling your ears. “Easy there, pup. Gotta give you time to recover before I fuck that handsome little hole of yours.”

You shiver, but settle down. You nuzzle against his neck, breathing in his scent. “I love you.”

He gives you a gentle scratch behind the ear, voice low and full of affection. “I love you too, pup. Now, let’s get you all settled before your cramps come back. I wanna be able to fuck you properly.”

You grin against his skin. As much as you hate your periods, you love Logan even more.

Logan Howlett taglist (sorry for forgetting for the first part): @vaqueroyvampiro @alekkkkssss

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Warning: This may be disturbing to some! Mention of Gore and Blood (and hunger(?)) — No imagery, it's just text.

Sanguine. Velrose. Velorine. Carnaelle. Scarlethea. Scarlet. Hemoveil. Carnivelle. Devoure. Charne. Charnisse. Raven. Sanguira. Scarvine. Carcass. Carcasse. Morbelle. Fleshara. Voracine. Cannibette. Canibelle. Meatse. Velvourie. Guts. Carnage. Hungre. Hunny. Hans. Grotesque. Carnesque. Rawmine. Thirste. Revelryse. Carverin. Gorevish. Scar. Starflesh. Sinistone. Shiver. Mourvein. Eerie. Victor. Thorne. Alaric. Damian. Vance. Esme. Carmine. Claret. Rowan. Raven. Arden. Graves. Reed. Ash. Vale. Starven. Devourn. Carnivor. Desirith. Mallory.

mea/meat. carc/carcass. blo/blood. shre/shred. gu/guts. go/gore. han/hangry. hu/hun/hungry. mor/morbid. pi/pig. li/liver. cho/chop. raw/raws. sli/slice. sca/scar. ble/bleed. ve/vein. ve/ver. vi/vir. vie/vier. cra/crave. glu/glutton. bi/bite. sha/sharp. fan/fang. tor/tore. fou/foul. hu/hunt. mai/maim. de/dev. de/dem. ri/rib. bo/bone.

gutsnblood. blocdymess. ccrnage. hungryie. hvngry. grotesquely. gwrotesquely. blvvdbf. blocdybf. blocdygf. hungryness. vilemess. unfvlfilled. chopchops. chopcchp. rawmeat. sliccdmeat. meatgalore. canniboy. fangrin. morebites. morbites. morbibf. morbigf. hungrache. f-mished. hungryish. devourwr. mysterymeat. mystrymeat. devouredone. hollowbeing. bloodisms.

The Hungered One. Prn* who pigs out. The Famished [noun]. Prn* who's ready to Feast. The [noun]'s Banquet. Prn* who was served with Mystery Meat. Prn* devouring Silence. Prn* Ravenous Desire. Prn* with a taste for Flesh. The Feast of the Hollows. This Raging Hunger. Prn* wrapped in Flesh and Blood. The [noun] lurking in Hunger. Prn* Chalice filled with Blood. Prn* who yearns to Feast. Prn* whose Hunger gnaws.