#tw:blood-drinking

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Let's take revenge on the bad dad and return to the unending slumber :>

[inkykeiji]

how would your iterations of dabi + tomura handle reader unexpectedly getting her period during sex? my birth control doesn’t stop my period entirely and it makes them erratic and impossible to track. like my ex used to get really mad at me and would just stop everything, send me home and refuse to talk to me. he’d insist i must’ve lied to him because he hated the idea of menstrual blood and didn’t wanna see it or much less touch it😭😭 (ik this is really toxic and shitty of him but i’m just curious to know how your dabi/tomuras would react because as much as they love their reader they’re also kinda scumbags and might also have a negative reaction)

hi hi!!! soooo i am very happy to tell u that literally all of my iterations fucking love period sex (because i love period sex) and, despite their extremely toxic tendencies in other areas of their lives n relationships, would never behave the way your ex behaved. most of them wouldn’t really care if you got your period during sex—that is to say, the majority of them would be indifferent to it in the sense that they would continue fucking you exactly how they were fucking you before, and they would look forward to fucking u again sometime before your period is over (some of them might even tease you a lil like ‘wow baby, i fucked you so hard i made your period come? that’s so hot’ etc). touya-nii & bmb tomura would get even more excited, because they love blood + messy sex. flawless tomura would get more excited as well, but not as excited as tnii and bmb tomu hehe <3

in sum: it really makes no difference to them if it happens during the act of sex itself, and they are more than willing to fuck on your period!

[meo-eiru]

Hello! I have something to ask if you don't mind.

Tw:blood, biting, nsfw implied

It is said that Silas loves giving his blood to his human. But what about the other way around. Does he like licking their blood?

Like from a wound or from biting.

Human blood doesn't have the same magical ability as elves'. Moreover, knowing our elf, he wouldn't do anything to hurt them. But he is said to be a human otaku, so wouldn't he be curious about their blood?

And how would he feel about its taste? Does he like it or hates it?

What if he becomes addicted to its taste after licking their wound for the first time?

P.S. Even if he doesn't like blood because it hurts his human, I am sure as hell he drinks up their all other body fluids 🫣

While being aware that human fluids doesn't work like elf ones, Silas is actually very into the idea of trying them. It's just so mysterious to him, who knows just what type of effect they might have on him?

He doesn't get sick often but I always imagine if he ever got sick, like bedridden from fever type of sick, he would probably beg you to let him drink some of your blood while sobbing. It's a very rare and vulnerable sight to see. He instinctively seeks blood to heal himself and in his mind his blood could just suddenly start helping him magically.

Same with your other fluids, he's just very curious about them, he'd want to taste your cum, tears, sweat and even pee if you don't make him snap out of it.

He wouldn't seek your blood as often as he makes you consume his, because he can't bring himself to hurt you, but it's like a rare treat you bestow upon him. Kind of like an emotional support snack

[happy-soap-eaterr]

👁Mona Lanius second moodboard and headcanons🚬

TW:blood, syringe, maybe disturbing images, mention of drinking ur!ne (eww), smoking/cigarettes, mention of corpses, hint of cannibalism, hint of alcohol

🩸A heavy smoker, always trying to find cigarettes in the homes of her victims. Packs are scattered throughout the factory so that Mona can smoke whenever she wants.

🩸When she sleeps, she presses her knees almost to her forehead, hugging herself with her arms. But in general, she rarely sleeps, and if she does, it’s not for long. Sometimes she sleeps hugging some corpse or Bill (more often with Bill because he’s warm and snores funny)

🩸Often suffers from back pain due to slouching and can’t straighten her back even for a few seconds. There was an attempt to make Bill walk on her back, but despite her rather broad shoulders, he still lost his balance and fell.

🩸Doesn’t recognize cinema and music, considering only drawing to be a “normal” activity.

🩸Despite the fact that she and Bill don't really eat, and if they do, it's raw meat (guess whose), Mona actually knows how to cook and can whip up something simple.

🩸She likes birds, she loves to admire them while she and Bill walk to the next house.

🩸Bill, when he hadn't yet completely begun to consider himself a dog, explained to Mona in words how to drive a car. She understood little.

🩸She collects dolls (mostly porcelain) that she finds in the houses of her victims. She thinks that they look like her and that they are her children, she gives them names and sometimes plays mother-daughters (Bill is in shock about this). They are hidden in the most secluded place of the textile factory.

🩸She also collects combs.

🩸In addition to drawing and cooking, she sews well. She was the one who sewed the twins. She sewed the skin on the mannequin found at the factory for herself, she wanted to "update her wardrobe".

🩸Unlike Bill, she allowed herself to take a shower a couple of times during the break-in.

🩸She smells like a mixture of sweat, paint, some kind of chemicals and cigarettes.

🩸She doesn't mind drinking something alcoholic, but not beer. She HATES beer. Once Bill gave her a try, after which she made him drink ur!ne. Well, what, it's just as nasty and yellow!

🩸She can stare at one point and think about something of her own for hours, and she can start doing this at any moment. Mona doesn't control this, and in order to bring her to her senses, Bill has to give her a painful slap in the face.

🩸When she concentrates or gets nervous, she starts to knead her b00bs.

🩸She is very worried about her flimsy hair and when she notices even one hair falling out, she starts to panic. And the older she gets, the more often her hair falls out.

🩸Sadomaso, she walks barefoot because she likes how her feet prick (+ it's silent).

🩸According to the timeline in FACES, she is 31 years old, and in HELL, she is 36 years old.

[wildberryjunky]

Murdo Dako NSFW headcanons

TW:Blood Minors DNI

Afab Reader

Dom Murdo:

Murdo is a switch

When he's domming he can either be a hard or soft dom

If he's a soft dom he takes it slow taking time to kiss you nibbling on your neck

Spending so much time between your legs prepping you for what feels like hours of pleasure

When he enters you its slow, he'll press his forhead against yours

If he was still human you would feel his hot breath against your neck

His thrusts are slow and loving hitting every single spot

Murdo will always cum with you when he's domming no buts. Always.

Hard Dom Murdo:

Oh hunny you're in for something

Touring is stressing no matter how much he loves it

He'll throw you onto the bed or when you are fucking on the Tour Bus Murdo will push you onto the bunk roughly (You may or may not broke a few) he's a vampire so he strong

Rips the clothes of you

if you are already a vampire he will bite you and drink

If you are still a human he will cover your neck in hickeys (doesen't want to turn you without your consent)

Aggresive kissing and maybe even chocking

He holds your hands above your head by pinning them down

Hard and rough thruts and giving you dirty talk

And degration

"You love this don't you? A cute little whore who loves being destroyed by me, who loves serving as my cocksleeve"

When he comes with you he yells at you to take it while he cums inside

His Kinks:

Marking he wants people to know that you are together

Blood when you're already a vampire its not a problem but if you're human he needs to find diffrent ways

Speaking of diffrent ways he loves period sex

Especially oral

He looks you straight in the eyes while

In general he has an oral fixation

pleasuring you in that way

Breeding

He loves filling you up

Maybe a little bondage

And light choking

Praising

Degration and dirty talk

Positions:

He's pretty basic

His go to is missionary

Its his favourite because he has easy acces to your neck and he can kiss you with no problem

His second favourite is spooning he can hold you close, has easy acces to your neck but sadly can't look you into your eyes

His third favourite is doggy (especially when he gets pegged)

Sub Murdo:

In the name of Dracula here we go

Sub Murdo is loud really loud

He just loves how warm you are from the inside

Or how you fill him up with your strap

Murdo can't help himself why shouldnt he whine and moan so loud that there are people knocking on your door

He even screamed ones

The combination of you praising him and the penetration just feels to good

Him calling you Mommy/Daddy

Begs you to sit on his face

Batsy needs it

When you peg him in missionary you can see such a cute facial expression

Teary eyes that make his red irises even prettier

looking at you pouting

He will wrap his legs around your waist

He begs you to let him come inside

Definently owns one of those straps that can be filled up

His Sex drive:

His sex drive isn't that high

Its pretty moderate

Maybe 6,3/10

But on full moons or when a full moon is nearing he gets a little more desperate

And don't get me started when you are on your period

Boy throws you onto the bed in seconds

He needs to control himself so he doesen't rip your clothes off

He also really loves the taste of his cum mixed with your period blood

Aftercare:

You pamper eachother

Massages (with oil ofc)

Long and warm bubble baths

Small kisses and snuggles

And of course sleeping

Especially soft after rough sesions

Cheek smoochies

More maybe added later

[thsc-rockau]

The Henry Stickmin Collection Rock Au MASTERPOST

This au where everyone lives Normal? Live? Henry is tired to do stealing so he decides to do achieve one of his dreams when he was a kid(?) so he starts a band called The Tripple Hazard with Henry as main vocal and main guitar, Ellie as a Keytar and Bass, and Charles as drummer How the 3 met and create a band? You can ask them to discover their story!. The story will be in MV, Animation Meme, short comic and of course by QnA by you guys!

The Protaganist will be the trio explain about their life situation and especially their background, side character will get their story too

Warning: Most of the scene will invole by some heavy Glitch, Violance, Blood , Bad languange, Suicide and some dark more please be aware for those who cant handle it

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Referance Character: ▪︎ Henry, Ellie , and Charles (Rock Outfit) ▪︎ Henry, Ellie, and Charles (Old Rock Outfit Design) ▪︎ Henry Casual + Power Explain ▪︎ Worker! Henry || Henry Origin

Background Character: ▪︎ Chp 1 part 1 ▪︎ Chp 1 part 2

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QnA (Status : OPEN) ▪︎ Chapter 1: Introduction || Drink || Run? ▪︎ Chapter 2: Where to? || Animal Concert

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Mini Comic It will tell some out of scene from the QnA, like some of deleted scene? Or something more? ▪︎ Hikikomori (TW: SUICIDE) ▪︎ "I Tried" ▪︎ A warm Winter ▪︎ Dead End ▪︎ New Outcome ▪︎ Writting

Note: The color is represent of the character story, Henry for blue, Charles for green, Ellie for red, All for yellow or orange Goodluck

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[spymeister]

@justificatusductus

Continued from here.

 The main part of the Basilica has recently been renovated- with the visages and art of the false Primes having already been removed. His kith and kin have been steadily at work- making sure that the renovations have gone according to the Lord Prime’s wonderous visions. Imagery of Unicron bound and bleeding in on the bare metal of Cybetron- Primus’ sword buried in his neck as the energon runs freely from the wound.

And in their midsts, mecha being born from the river of agony and defeat- a testament to Primus’ divine power and dominion over all.

He finds the frescos comforting, rather than frightening- sunlight streaming in from newly rebuilt stained plasti-glass windows. The prismatic colors reflect off of their armor- bouncing back a scattering of bright rainbows here and there.

The small bells around the swaths of steelsilk hardly move with the Dacoit's glide, one servo having placed itself over the swell of white armor that covers Prowl’s fore-greave. Light claws curl ever so slightly, not quite possessive- but something close to it.

“Priime has been talking about expanding his works outside of Iacon,” he hums as they stride through the main antechamber. Their words barely reverberate- as hushed and quiet as they are in this holy place.

“You’re the finest tactical processor that Primus has ever brought to us,” looking at him askance from that behind that visor, lips pulled into a knowing smile. “It is both the Will of Prime and Primus that we bring you before the communion altar and baptize you fully into the Sacred Ones.” A thoughtful pause, gently guiding Prowl to pause with him. The shorter mech turns to face him- faceplates considering- even as his other clawed servo gently rests it’s palm against the sort duraflesh of Prowl’s faceplate. “Is there someone you would like to bring for the rite? Someone whose energon you wish to share?”

It is a perfunctory question, as the rawest agony always brings forth the sweetest energon. 

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Kinky thought: CNC/Primal with Alcina. In which you're tasked to hide in the castle, and try to escape from her as long as you can.

If you manage to evade her for 2 hours, you get a wish.

If she catches you... You're hers.

I have FINALLY finished this predator/prey Alcina prompt that I've been working on since OCTOBER 🤣 .. I originally just planned on it being a little snippet.. but welp.. 3,000 words later and here we are 😅 I do hope some of you enjoy it! ❤️

Trigger warnings for: degradation, spanking and blood drinking.

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You weren’t even sure how many minutes had passed - of how many beats your heart had inadvertently taken to count the seconds. Your body, flushed - frozen behind a bookcase at the far corner of the library as you tried to catch your breath. The Countess had almost caught up to you in the Gardens - letting out a scream of frustration when you gave her the slip - but the vast room filled with more books than you could ever dare to read had remained supremely silent since you entered it.

A little too quiet.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as your Mistress' words rolled over you.. "Manage to evade me for two hours, pet, and you’ll earn your reward. Any you like. But, if I catch you…" She paused knowingly, a dark smirk across crimson lips and a daring glow to her eyes, ".. you’re mine."

You remembered how you shuddered and the look of satisfaction it gave her. And even though you were just as happy to be on the losing end of the deal, the thought of a reward of your choosing was something you had spent thinking about extensively since the game had begun.

The only question was, what?

Deeming it better to keep moving, you were just about to move from your spot when you heard a creak. The type of creak that only a very large woman in a very old castle could make.

“There’s no use in hiding, pet. I could smell you as soon as I opened the door."

Welp.

You cursed under your breath, trying to make yourself as flat against the bookcase as possible. Though, you weren’t sure if you were ready to give in to her just yet. Technically, she hadn’t caught you until you were defenseless and panting in her hands with no other options. A thought, needless to say, that brought an immediate pulse to your core.

You took a deep breath before scanning the dark library, smirking as your eyes fell upon the small door directly to your left that would lead you straight through her atelier. Granted, this wasn't a room you were normally allowed to enter, but if you were likely going to be punished either way, might as well make the best of it.

A wholly satisfying growl, one that skipped through the air when she found the bookcase empty, brought an impish little chuckle to your lips. Your focus intent as you made your way through the unfamiliar room, filled with unfinished paintings and the smell of drying paint.

"IWILLfind you, pet. Mark my words!"

You gulped subconsciously, your heart and feet both picking up their pace as you hurried through the dark - only a few wisps of moonlight to light your way. Had she figured out which way you went? Could she hear the profound beating in your chest? The sound of heavy footsteps growing louder only confirmed your fears, forcing you to choose one of the three doors in front of you and hope it didn't lead you to a dead end.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself, finding the first door to be nothing more than a closet. You had to wonder if the Lady had built this castle like a maze on purpose - a catacomb of sorts designed to confuse your senses. A loud creak from behind made you jump, cutting your thoughts short as the Countess' large frame entered the room.

"Mh.. foolish enough to enter my inner sanctum without my permission, are we? Or maybe just desperate? Hm?"

The dark smirk that coated her slightly degrading words only fueled the tightness in your chest and the pulsing heat between your legs. You cursed again, quickly exiting the closet and immediately taking the door to the right of it. An exhale of relief escaping your lips as soon as it opened up into a large hallway.

Which hallway, though, and where it led to was the question.

The faint smell of fresh pastries and evening tea meant that the kitchens, though located on the floor below you, weren't too far off. But in which direction they were - that, you had no idea. Making a rash decision you swiftly turned to the left and ran, the velvet rug beneath your feet not doing nearly enough to mask the sounds of your footsteps. You knew she could hear every sound you made. That your Mistress was reveling in each accelerated beat of your heart and the blood that flowed quickly through your veins.

The loud thud of the door that led to the atelier the only warning you got before her voice spoke out again into the dark - the muffled sound of a clock striking midnight in the distance.

Wait … did that mean... had you actually-?

"Seems we meet again, little mouse."

This time you cursed loud enough to make her chuckle, swallowing hard when the hallway brought to you nothing more than a dead end and a marble statue of a much younger Countess. The scent of your Lady encasing you with each step that she took - slow and steady, like a predator rounding it's prey.

Before you even had a chance to respond, to point out the time or try to run, the Countess slung you over her shoulder with ease and made her way back down the hallway.

The castle was quieter than usual - eerie. Basked in a pallid moonlight and the type of chill that only came with cold Romanian nights. The inviting sound of firewood crackling and a warm glow peeking out from within your Lady's chambers greeted you as soon as you reached her door.

A door that sat directly at the end of the very hallway you had fled onto.

“Mh.. if only you had chosen to go right, pet.”

You snorted. “And what? You’d be the one over my shoulder instead right now?”

At this she laughed, loud and deep. The stagnant smell of cigarettes and wine wafting over you.

“Touché’.”

The velocity in which the mood shifted as soon as the two of you entered the room could have rivaled the speed in which she had you on your back. Your body hitting the bed with such force that it sent your surroundings spinning. A sleek blur of candlelight and crimson.

Though she gave you a moment to get your bearings, when the Countess spoke she left no room for any debates.

“Undress.”

You shivered at her tone, allowing the reaction to roll over you like tepid water. Alcina’s large frame pausing to loom over you before she started to undress, herself. The bottom of her dress tented in such a way that your eyes could do nothing but watch how the fabric flowed around her - a bulging promise of everything you wanted. Your breath catching when the full length of her womanhood finally became exposed, twitching slightly in the firelight.

You had barely even begun on your own clothing before her hand was around your throat, lifting you from the bed while blackened claws sharply grew from the other.

“I said, ‘undress” Words spoken through clenched teeth as her claws sliced through the front of your uniform, swiftly discarding the simple cloth from your body.

You swallowed against the palm of her hand, struggling to speak against the pressure of it.

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

The Lady only hummed before tossing you back onto the bed, your hand quickly coming to rub the now tender flesh of your neck. And while the Countess knew she always had your consent - that she could use you however she wanted and you’d enjoy every second of it - the dangerous gleam that currently resided in her eyes had a much sharper edge to it than usual.

The chase of the hunt clearly having an effect on her.

“Chasing your exquisite scent throughout the castle like that, pet.." Alcina paused, growling before taking a deep breath and shuddering. ".. you couldn’t possibly understand what that does to me.”

She leaned down, tracing a single claw down the front of your sternum - the cold tip of it just barely making an indent in your skin. And even with her touch feather light - completely controlled - her body caged you in like the predator you knew she was. Her eyes dilating effortlessly at the sight of you under her.

You swallowed, locking your gaze onto hers.

"Y-you.. you could always show me." You replied, extending your neck. A fierce blush across your cheeks.

"Mh.. could I now? Is that what my needy pet wishes?"

You blushed even harder, averting your eyes for a second until her words brought you back.

"Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress."

The only response she gave you was an arousing, deep growl and the strength of her body pinning you down. A dark chuckle across her lips as you squirmed when her tongue licked over your pulse point, as if to ready it.

"I can already taste how much you want this. Little slut."

You let out an embarrassingly loud whimper but you didn't care. Your hands coming to her shoulders as you prepared yourself, your body all too eager for the euphoria that was about to sweep over it.

"Please, Mistress."

Another growl across your skin, this one rolling over you like thunder and pulling a fevered heat to your core. Clawed fingers holding the side of your head down as the Countess exposed even more of your neck and shoulders to herself. A soft moan escaping from her lips as she breathed in your scent, pausing for only a moment before her teeth were sinking in. The cool, sharp tips of her fangs an arousing contrast to the overly flushed skin that they pierced.

"F-fuck." You gasped, your hold on her tightening.

"Mmmh."

Alcina drank from you fervently - frenzied - as if yours was the most divine taste in the world and she had been denied of it for far too long. Each pull from your neck forcing waves of euphoria to wash over you - a delicious ebb and flow of desire.

You could feel your surroundings begin to shift as she fed. Hazing over in a delirious splendor. Your small whimpers becoming slightly fainter until Alcina's grasp finally loosened. Drops of crimson coating her lips and trickling down her chin.

"Delicious." The Lady purred, the length of her tongue licking the slowly drying blood from her mouth.

You swore her voice had never sounded quite so arousing, aged like a fine wine and even huskier than usual. And though the Countess had had more than her fill of you, the look in her eyes glowed in nothing but her insatiable hunger for more - in her utter need to flip you on all fours and have her way with you.

Which is exactly what she did…

Spinning the world on it's axis and leaving your body to feel nothing but absolute weightlessness until your hands and knees hit the soft satin sheets of her bed. The measure of your arousal already coating your inner thighs as she spread them wide open for her, breathing in your musk.

"Little slut.. just look at how wet you are. I take it you've enjoyed this little game of ours, hm?"

You shuddered at her words, at her warm breath that trickled down your neck like water. A hard slap coming to your backside at your pause.

"Answer me, whore."

"Mmph-! Yes, Mistress."

"Mh."

You yelped when her claws lengthened a little more, seeping into the supple flesh of your hips. The large woman settling on her knees behind you, her firm cock already teasing your entrance as she adjusted her stance.

"And such a naughty pet for trying to hide from me."

Another hard slap to your backside, forcing you to cry out.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress."

"One would think you like to be punished. To be treated like the whore that you are."

Another slap, one that made your whole body fill with heat.

Her words were like sweet venom. Coated in a bitter tongue and fueling the want between your legs. Your only response was to lengthen your hips back, to force her womanhood down the slit of you in a desperate attempt for more. An act that earned a displeased click from your Lady's tongue and another lash to your backside.

"Needy slut."

"Yes, Mistress.Yourneedy slut."

The Countess growled at your admittal, at her claim over you. A dark smirk coating her lips as she leaned down, allowing her teeth to tease over your neck once before her breath found your ear.

"That's right, pet..all mine.."

Alcina grasped your hips in such a manner that it made you gasp outright. It was rough - with intent. The firm tip of her cock completely still against your entrance, taunting you until her steady movements started a slow stretch.

So slow it made you curse.. almost slow enough to drive you mad. An unbridled heat spilling over you the further she stretched you.. the deeper it slid in.

Though not deep enough.. not with how needy you were.

Your body seemed to act on it's own, your hips bucking back without a second thought, pulling a deep moan when she filled you.

And another with her hand came down hard on your back side.

"Too needy to behave, are we?"

You weren't even sure when her fingers grasped onto your hair, but the firm manner in which she pulled you back only made you wetter.

"Mh-! Y-yes, Mistress."

You expected another spank, readying yourself for an impact that never came. The Lady, instead, stood completely still. A dangerous glint to her eyes as she slowly straightened her posture. The sheer size of her casting you in a dark shadow.

"Mh.. seems a lesson in patience may be in order then."

Patience.. lessons in patience were never a good thing. They almost always meant denial.. in some way shape or form. Denial.. teasing.. waiting. Being brought to the brink of madness with nothing but absolute want. You cursed under your breath making the Lady chuckle. Her body still as water and just as calm.

"Glad we understand each other. It's been too long, I think, since you last warmed my cock. Impatient little slut."

Gods, it had only been minutes and how you already ached, your core clenching around the width of her as if trying to coax it. Of course it didn't, though.. your Lady was a lot of things, but weak willed wasn't one of them. Even with all the pent up ferality that flowed through her veins - the Countess held her reserve much like the noble that she was. And every second that passed was filled with the nagging throb of desperation.

"Fuck! Please, Mistress. Please."

"Mmh.. so quick to beg."

It was immediately clear to you by the icy tone in her voice that the Lady could go either way. Either letting herself go and wholly wrecking you, or keeping you right where you were until you were driven completely mad with need.

The seconds that passed between the words she spoke and the first thrust she gifted you felt like an eternity. Your body falling forward at the pleasure immediately surging through you. Simultaneously grateful and greedy for more. Only this time, you didn't dare step out of line - no matter how badly your hips wanted to jerk, to slap back firmly and force as much of her cock into your aching core as possible.

Another hard slap across your ass before Alcina did the job for you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you back with such force that stars swiftly clouded your eyes.

"You like that, whore, don't you?"

"F-fuck.. yes.. yes, Mistress."

The way the Countess growled in response sent a shiver down your spine. Her claws digging into your sides as the length of her drove in and out of you, stretching you exquisitely with each thrust. She was relentless in her movements - calculated even with the primal energy that seemed to flow through her. Every muscle in her body flexing as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

And when her teeth found the tender flesh of your shoulder it was all you could do to cry out, to dig your fingers into her sheets and bite down onto your bottom lip in any attempt to muffle yourself.

This, of course, only made Alcina bite down harder.

"None of that, now. It'd do you well to let your Mistress hear you." She growled.

Words as sharp as the fangs that sunk into you, the warm feeling of crimson trickling down your shoulder and neck.

"Ah-! Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

Each thrust marched perfectly with another mark across your skin, each one pulling a deeper and more desperate moan from your lips. Her cock harder than you'd ever felt it, burying deeper inside of you than it'd ever been. Thick desire running down your inner thighs and coating the Lady's stomach and thighs - her pace proving merciless.

The moment her finger found your clit, you knew you were done for. One tight circle followed by another. Her breath warm against your ear, a single shudder as her tongue traced over it.

"Go ahead and come for me, slut."

"F-fuck-!"

A prickling heat crawling across you with such intensity that your whole body shuddered. Each movement over your clit, each thrust of her cock compelling wave after wave of pleasure to crash over you. The length of her starting to twitch inside of you as your core clenched, pulling a deep and husky moan from Acina's lips as her own arousal spilled out into you - filling you completely and dripping down onto her red satin sheets.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur, with the all too empty feeling of you Lady slipping out of you and the soft mattress that your body fell breathless onto. The Countess' large frame behind your own, pulling you close before she placed a soft kiss to your temple.

"You did so well, pet."

"Mmh.. thank you, my lady."

She wrapped her arms around you, kissing your cheek this time.

"Now.. about that reward."

Your eyes opened abruptly. "R-reward?"

Alcina chuckled, smirking as she caressed your cheek.

"Oh, pet.. I was well aware of how much time had passed when I caught you."

You stared at her for a moment before chucking yourself.

"Cheater."

"Mh.. you liked it."

"I admit nothing, and that's besides the point."

The Lady chuckled again, pulling you a little closer.

"Sleep now, pet. I'll be expecting your request by the morning."

"Mh.. yes, Mistress."

You felt the soft curl of a smirk against the skin of your neck, the steady beat of her heart on your back. Sensations that only pulled you off into a warm slumber as your body's exhaustion finally took over.

[wzrdn]

WIP

Started as a sketch but sort of blossomed into self indulgent blood drinking fanart lol

[underwoodinc]

Worse thing about blood clots, aside from, all the health threats, is last two years I've had to cut back from drinking so much that my tolerance has significantly decreased

Like I wasn't a hard drinker or anything but I use to be able to drink like a whole bottle of wine, or three beers, or five shots even, and still b a r e l y get tipsy

Now, a tall can of miller lite can make me sluggish

The crap

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Hey look, I'm drawing edgy shit again, very original

[inkykeiji]

That’s it Alastor who squeezes Clari like a ketchup bottle to slather his cheesesteak in. Clari is a little clotty so yk he’s got to bang it out (pun intended) seriously periods r the worse and I hope you feel better dearest ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

LMAOOOO ANON PLEASE oh my good god this made me snort at the dinner table hahahaha >.< yes they rly suck!!! thank u bb <3

[andromedus-files]

A date with Neb

[the-flowercrown-prince]

Whumptober Day 21: Laced Drink

Mysterious indeed. Tw for blood.

Marvin puts a bag of dirt on the ground and huffs. It's very sunny today and he's been working in the garden for a few hours now.

He steps inside to clean himself up and stops for a moment, enjoying the chill. He heads to the bathroom and splashes his face with water. A lot better.

Only now he notices how thirsty he is. He grabs a water bottle from the refrigerator and takes a sip, but spits it out immediately.

It tastes like dirt and salt mixed together with a hint of vinegar. It's also somehow extremely hot. He checks - the refrigerator is working.

He empties it to the sink and throws the bottle away. Something's not right.

He notices a plastic cup on the table, halfway filled with crystal clear water. He swears it wasn't there before.

He sniffs it and takes a cautious sip. It feels good. It feels right.

But then he leans over the table and coughs. He gets goosebumps on his whole body, he can't feel his heartbeat anymore. The cup slips out of his hand and spills all over the floor.

He moves to the right, reaching for his phone, but loses his balance and falls. His head hits the floor hard, blood starting to block his vision. He crawls forward and grabs the phone that fell with him.

His body is becoming numb. He won't be able to hold on longer.

He can't see anymore. He dials the emergency number and he hears someone pick up.

"Hello?", Chase asks, concern all over his voice.

"Chas-", Marvin mumbles out and then the world goes black.

[deadghosy]

☞What if you accidentally hurt yourself☜

(Tw:blood, cuts, things said about  violence or fighting)

*Could be seen in a romantic way or platonic way*

Robin Arellano

If he saw you hurt, he would probably think some kid is after you.

You calm him down after he starts going feral about who hurt you.

You told him that you was running and tripped on a stupid rock. Making you have a small scar on your cheek, face, and forehead.

Robin starts lecturing you about how you should watch you are going

“Watch where you walk dipshit. You almost had me worried someone was after your ass hermosa/hermoso.”

Cleans up your small wounds and gives you a few snacks knowing you might be hungry after running for a bit.

Finney Blake

Mans would probably over react if you had a small cut on your finger.

“Oh god! What happened?! Did a cat scratch you or something? Is gonna get infected! Why are you looking at me like I’m crazy!!?”

You told him to calm down, and wash off the blood.

Apparently you did get scratched by a mean little pussy cat.

Finn holds your left/right arm trying to see if the cat did bad damage to you

He helps you bandage the scratches, mans even kiss the bandage to make them feel better for you like he use to do to Gwen when she was little

Vance Hopper

All Vance did was walk in the grab n go to play his pinball game when he saw you putting ice on your lip

Immediately he walked towards you huffing and puffing

Eyes red (I mean-)

Ahem his eyes wide in anger and confusion and mostly concerning

“HEY! Dipshit, who did that to you?!” “I swear when I get my hands on them ima kill them with my bear hands!” “I will fight who ever touched you! You hear me!”

He just kept yelling as you looked at him confused but scared kinda.

Doesn’t even let you talk as he keeps going on about killing the person who put there hands on you.

Finally, you shut him up and tell him you accidentally hit your lip against your door.

After you explained yourself, Vance is red from embarrassment as that he completely yelled to god knows who for you getting a busted lip from some wack ass door.

“Whatever..” he puffs and pouts a little as he faces away from you. “Aw is little Vancey blushing-“ “SHUT THE HELL UP!”

Bruce Yamada

You probably were not looking at how fast the ball was going

Bruce was showing you his favorite baseball hits on how to win a strike when the ball accidentally flew and hit you in the head

Bruce was apologizing 2 times to you (more like 100 actually) but he was glad you were okay at most

He ran around and found a vending machine and got a cold coke for you to put that on your eye.

You kept telling him that it’s okay after he apologized the tenth trillion time

He then swore that he would make sure to not swing hard around you.

*Hermosa/Hermoso=Beautiful/Handsome

┆Hey! Ghosy here. I hope you like these imagines, anyways have a good day/night and drink a lot of water!! PEACE Ghosy out!

[spymeister]

Ricochet does not slink. 

Slinking is for his brother, the poison in the energon. The glide of steelsilk across claws, covering the dagger you don’t see. He does not slink. Ricochet is the other, the claws in the dark that grab and hold- leaving you silent and still so that delicate claws can rake across your throat. He is the shadow behind the shadows, clad in red and gold- terrible and wonderful all at once. He is Maestro’s twin, split-sparked and resonate. 

They move as one, think as one, and kill as one. The favored assassins for the Lord Prime, it is their claws that draw the energon that he writes his victories in. It is their dentae that tears out the throats of the heretics and the unbelievers of the One True Prime. It is Maestro’s poisoned garrote, his untanium steel dagger, that turns the tank and sheers it- precious energon collected for a communion later. 

They are grateful. They are loyal. They are needed. 

His claws come to rest on the back of his brother’s chair. One leaving to touch the back of Maestro’s neck, toying with the platelets there. Their sparks sync as he turns to watch the screens as well, oscillations twisting in unity- thoughts blending as one. Apart, they are adrift and scattered— but together, they are whole.

Maestro sways a little, humming to himself- a tune that Ricochet picks up effortlessly. A hymn, a ballad, and a dirge- all in one. They don’t know how they know the tune, only that it has been so since they were sparked- emerging into a world of confusion and noise.

Together, they will do what their Prime says. Together, they will clear the path for him- and carpet it in the energon of the unbelievers. Together, they will help bring His vision forward.

Together.

Together.