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I apologize for being cheesy

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know a window hate to see my ass coming

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Bela Lugosi as Count Dracula DRACULA (1931) dir. Tod Browning

Ben Daniels as Santiago INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 2.02

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You're so fucking annoying.

oh no! so sad!

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I have to be honest with you guys I am with lestat that pretending to eat a baby in Marie Antoinette drag was in fact funny

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71 year old man twirls his hair and giggles incident, dozens dead hundreds more injured

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I hope someone finds me so pretty thag jt makes them fucking insssannneeeeeeeee

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 1.01 "In Throes of Increasing Wonder..."

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my brother!!!!! he tossed himself off a roof! my sister!!!!!!! she buried me alive! my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldn’t look at me kindly!!!!!! lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat LESTAT-

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DES says. . . love sampo the slut. sampo, sampo, sampo. househusband sampo, stripper sampo, free use sampo, sugar baby sampo. sampo my beloved. sampo, sampo, sampo. + for @vampfav .

SUM. — sugar baby sampo knows what he needs to do to get a brand new car from his daddy! and if you, his daddy, wants to breed him full of kids to get it, who’s he to say no? he loves your cock sssoooo much!

CON. warning — sugar baddy / sugar daddy relationship, sir kink + daddy kink, bareback, ftm sampo (no bottom surgery), cock-drunk + cum-drunk sampo, lingerie / panty tearing, mentions of having kids, p-i-v , blatant feminization.

NOTE. — sampo calls reader: sir & daddy. reader calls sampo: daddy’s girl, naughty girl, pretty girl, my girl, pretty wife, princess, good girl. sampo is a slut. reader is a rich guy w a huge dick. emotional sex. NOT PROOFREAD.

sampo sat down on his knees in front of the couch, snug in between your legs, with his head rubbing your thick thigh and his hands clasped together in his lap.

“i’m sorry your day was bad, sir. .” he mumbled, a frown on his face at you paying more attention to the files you had from work that him, before his slender hands started to move up from your leather oxford shoes, up for ankle, and settling on a bit above your knees, looking at you for permission before he began to move even farther until he finally stopped at the crotch of your pants. “i’m sure i can make it better, can’t i? daddy’s girl always knows the best ways to please you. .” sampo trailed off, not finishing his sentence as he begun to kiss your pants-and-boxers covered dick, making his glossy pink lipgloss leave sticky, glittery marks on the bulge of your pants before he began to unzip your zipper with his teeth, teasingly slow before he decided to quicken his pace and press soft, feathering kisses against your boxers.

sampo looked up at you, almost unbothered and nonchalant by his actions, pouting as he kissed your covered, growing cock, “am i not being good enough for you? i’ll do better, i promise, sir.” sampo then pulled down the hem of your boxers, letting your thick, monsterous cock out for a breath of fresh air, and started to stroke it with his, in comparison, small hands against your cock. sampo rubbed from the base of your cock and up to your head, giving it kitten-licks whilst covering it with his sticky kisses.

that’s when you gave him the attention he so desperately craved.

you put a thumb on his lower lip, which sampo immediately parted his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and used your other hand to pull his mouth closer to the head of your dick before positioning it past his pretty, pink, plump lips and slowly grabbing his hair tighter in order to pull him down and deeper on your cock. sampo didn’t attempt to pull away, ever so happy that his daddy wants to be pleased by his girl’s wet, inviting mouth. his throat, ever so hateful and restricting, didn’t welcome it when your cockhead pushed past his uvula and entered the warm, sticky entrance of his throat and pushed past the threshold. his flesh constricted around your growing, deepening length that delved deeper into his restricting throat—sampo tried his best not to pull away the longer that your cock rested inside of his throat, and almost preened in glorious praise when the pad of your right hand’s thumb swiped away the tears that slipped from his eyes and rode down his lips.

“such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” you huffed, looking down at him with your lips splitting into a lustful smirk and your eyes full with something kin to the primal instinct of animalistic heat fueled into your body, before pulling him off of your now glistening, wet, spit-covered dick. credits to sampo who now was inhaling buckets of oxygen with tears covering his face, driving down to cover his neck, and his lipgloss now smudged on your dick and spread across its length. “c’mere, pretty girl,” you mumbled, holding a hand towards him, which was soon filled with his gorgeous navy blue hair, and guiding him back towards your dick’s tip, “be good for daddy, won’t you?” he nodded, always wanting to be good for his master and ready to please you even if his throat attempted to reject your thick, girthy cock that belonged in the deepest depths of him. “that’s right,” you groaned, a dimpled smile on your face, “thaat’s my girl.”

in a matter of minutes, after your cock had been throughly sucked and his throat had been painted with a mural of your sperm aligning it, your work, that you definitely needed and deserved a break from, was entirely forgotten. thanks to your pretty, adorable boy always ready to tend to your whims and wants. after adorning your favorite set of lingerie—a lacey, creamy-white bra and panty set with embroidered stocks covering his god-like legs and mid-thigh—and posed himself like a playboy bunny model, his legs spread and tits pretty, inviting and welcoming your dick to be stuffed within his already prepped, glistening, sticky pussy. his liquids soaked through and completely drenched the part of his panties that covered his lower half to which he moved the wet folds in order to expose his intermost intimate to you: his daddy.

“don’t wear a condom, daddy,” sampo moaned once you were successfully mounted on top of him, his hands slinking upwards from your abs and towards your shoulders in order to wrap around your neck, and his panty-covered pussy pushed up against your erect cock. “wanna. .” his voice went soft like silk and sweet like honey the longer your eyes stayed interwoven with each other and your body leaned down in order for your lips to meet in a sweet, sentimental kiss, “wanna feel you. . here,” he used his free hand to grab yours and press it against the waistband of his panties, slowly moving it upwards until he pressed you down on where he believed was on top of his uterus. “and wanna feel our babies growing in here.” sampo’s emerald eyes never lost yours.

you’re his painter, and he’s your muse—even if the paint is your cum and his pussy is the canvas.

“daddy! daddy, daddy, daddy, hnnnggh–daddy!” sampo called out, his face stuffed deep into pillow that carried wet droplets of tears and blotches of saliva that left his mouth whenever you had entered him fully. your trimmed pubic hair was soaked with his liquids when his pussy kissed the base of your dick and dropped slick onto your balls. he’s fucking wet and nasty and dirty and you, his dear daddy, can’t help but raise your hand a land a slap on his plump ass cheek, leaving a red handprint in your wake.

“you’re a nasty girl–mmph, aren’t you, baby?” you asked, grunts and groans leaving you the longer you pounded into him. your hand, full of his panties that hung onto his waist for dear fucking life, let loose of his panties in order to land another rough slap against his already burning ass cheek in order to wake him up from his cock-drunk daze and answer your question.

“ye—nngh, yes! yesyesyes,” sampo moaned out, saliva dripping down his chin and his hands having fistfulls of the sheet beneath him, nodding rapidly in confirmation of your words. “i–ah! i’m a naughty girl, daddy, your naughty girl! ah, ffuck! daddy’s naughty girl, can’t get enough of daddy’s—oooh god!” sampo cut himself off from confessing that he can’t get enough of your raw, barbaric dick pistoning in and out of his pussy, the sounds of primal, animalistic sex and your fluids mixing with his filled his ears and fuck—he knows he’s daddy’s dirty, naughty, sinful girl. you let out a huff of amusement, that transforming into pure lust when you ripped his panties in half and tossed them aside. they were getting in the way, for fucks sake! you couldn’t get deep enough in his pussy with those fucking things in the way. you pulled him closer by the grip your had on his waist, your dick burying deeper than ever inside him, making sampo one-hundred-and-twenty-two percent sure you’re pressing past his uterus. and, by god, it felt good.

“daddy’s—mmm, baby, fuck, daddy’s gonna by you new ones, yeah? gonna get my baby pretty again. .” you moaned into his ear, your lips kissing the shell and your breath infiltrating it in a way that made his pussy quiver around your length. your chest now pressed against his back, your hips thrusting inside of him to chase the orgasm that’ll be sure to get him pregnant, and your hands intertwined for that hint of kindness to cover all the animal instincts rushing inside of you. sampo, his mind blank and pussy spasming around your thick dick that’s sure to leave him gaping and walking on shaky legs for days, nodded, your words becoming mush in his brain, and responding with a muffled ‘thank you, daddy’ with a sobbing moan to follow. a gasp, sharp and shocked and loud, chased with tears and a full-shiver left sampo’s mouth before he bit into the pillow. muffled moans followed. that’s how you know you delivered, because he came on your bare, raw dick. you came soon after due to the overwhelming warmth coating your dick in a sticky, gooey liquid that forces your cum to coat his insides and breed your pretty, messy, dirty girl.

you stay inside him for a little longer, chasing after your breath with the sweat sticking the two of you together, and sampo let our quiet, aching moans when you slowly slipped out of him. the sight of him ticky and wet and your cum intertwining with each other’s made your dick twitch and let out a few more ropes of cum that covered his back. the two of you, through slow, sweet kissed and fond, sentimental touches, somehow got into the shower, where sampo gave you leg-shaking blowjob and you, in return, fingered him until he let out two more orgasms just from your fingers. after changing the sheets, getting dressed, and sampo pressing soft kisses on your chest, collarbone, and lips, it was finally time for sleep. work can wait, tomorrow can wait, because you and your pretty wife are together after a night of passionate, intense sex and—

“daddy. . i want a new car.”

oh god. then again, who are you to deny the mother of your children?

“of course, princess,” you said, tucking away his bangs and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “of course.”

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

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writing for an/your of feels like making an inside joke to people that don’t understand it. like I know you don’t get it but please laugh ����

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since my bday coming up, can u wrap urself in a bow and i unwrap it w my tongue?

Go hit up someone w/ a FAT ROUND ass and ask them 🫤

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personally I think it's funny if when louis had sex with lestat for the first time and levitated he just thought that was something gay people could do and never questioned the vampire implications

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bound to him.

patrick bateman x male reader.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. drabble [ 1.1k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳established relationship 〳 sexual content: top!patrick, sadist!patrick, bottom!reader, masochist!reader, rough!sex, use of homophobic slurs, slapping, bondage, light dom/sub dynamics, throat-fucking, breeding.

It hurts. Everything hurts whenever you were with Patrick Bateman.

Not only did you get a thrill out of being treated like you were a disgrace to society, you encouraged Patrick—to slap you harder until your cheeks welted with splotches of red, to spit on you with a veil of disgust in his expression, to tighten the hemp bounds around your wrists until the teeth of the rope broke flesh with its strength— you had no plans on surrendering to the pain, because you were a good boy.

It was undisputed that you were Patrick’s good boy.

You were a good boy that took Patrick’s large and throbbing dick however he pleased. It made you whimper, when the weight of his heavy cock renewed the sting in your battered cheek. Slapping the fresh wound with his swinging cock. Smearing his pre-cum over your bruises like it was calming ointment. You attempted to persuade Patrick to shift his priorities elsewhere with the enticing opening of your mouth, the lick your lips, but Patrick was always a step ahead of you. Laughed at you, he loved doing that, when he pulled his dick away from your mouth at the last second after agonizing minutes of smelling the scent of his leaking cockhead.

He loved tormenting you, unraveling you into a puddle of despair until your consciousness was only responsive to the simple presence of Patrick and his thick cock. “Please, please, please,” you begged, and through your desperation, Patrick was proud to reward you for your patience. Though, only after branding your cheek with a seething smack.

“Another peep out of you, and I’m throwing you out onto the streets. Don’t interrupt me ever again. Got that, faggot?”

He held your nape and slid himself down your throat in one smooth push. You choked on your own spit, on your own gags as Patrick forced those glorious sounds of regret and distress into the valley of your tight throat. He was negligent of your own well-being, priding himself on the fact that your body was in reserve for Patrick only.

Until his cock was shoved down to the root. Until your swollen mouth was pressed to the well-groomed pubic area of his body. Until he could feel your throat tighten in futile attempts to swallow his dick down. Until you were in tears because you were at the brink of blacking out. Patrick held your neck tighter, slapping your cheeks in both wonder and in rapture. Ten seconds became twenty. Twenty seconds became forty. A minute becomes two. Copious amounts of drool was leaking out of the corners of your mouth, dripping onto his satin sheets—you were absolutely going to pay for that mess.

And you happily will, because you were Patrick’s good boy.

Once he was done throat-fucking you, you should be surrendering, weakly waving a white flag in the air because Patrick had gone too far. You should be begging for mercy, to be let go, to be freed from the ropes that bound you to his headboard. It wasn’t like you could escape, all you could do was tug. Tug hard at the ropes, twist until the friction had seared marks onto your wrists, but it was all hopeless, the headboard wouldn’t budge. Not a single wobble. You could see wrath and lust in Patrick’s gaze when he pushed your legs back ‘till your knees touched your chest, and right there, this was your chance to escape. You should demand him to stop before it was too late—but you didn’t, because why would you?

Why would you want the pain to stop, when you haven’t gotten a taste of what true pain felt like? When Patrick breached your unprepared hole in one strong thrust, it knocked the tears out of you and stunned you into silence. You felt meek, full of shame and guilt because you were losing yourself to this man’s violent need to completely rapture you like you were some kind of roadkill. Your cock throbbed in excitement as Patrick battered your insides, fucking like he could bruise your gut and see the color bloom at the most tender spots on your body.

He was big, he was so fucking big, and your hole was gripping him, pleading for him to slow down, but that only aroused Patrick, driving his cock forward and back harder, ripping your ass into two. Faster. Harder. Slamming the headboard into the wall with the impact of his thrusts. Smacking his strong, toned thighs against the back of your sweaty legs. It felt like a thousand pin-needles prickling your thighs, then at your face, when Patrick smacked you out of the blue—because he can.

Again, because he owned you.

Again, because you would take it like a good boy.

Again, because you came without his permission.

And again, because although he would never admit it, you looked so pretty crying, splattering cum all over your body while begging for him to hit you harder for the happy accident.

You were taking him, letting Patrick bury his juicy cock inside of you to the root. Churning your hole like he was on a mission to gut you until he was left with shattered bones to fuck. Your piercing cries echoed in the room. Patrick’s large shaft unrelenting and unforgiving, punching your prostate more than a multiple of times to milk your orgasm.

Patrick fucked you with deep strokes, fiery passion in his eyes, veins pulsing from biceps to forearms, sweat stuck to his fringe briefly before he pushed them back to free his vision—because he grunted with completion. He needed to see the marbling of your eyes, the pair rolling back into your eye sockets as he filled your violated hole with warm and thick seed. His hands on your hips were bruising, nails digging into your skin while he rocked your body into his cock, creaming your insides until his balls had tightened from the emptiness. You could feel your hole leaking with his cum, trickling out of you like a combusted can of whipped cream.

Then all was quiet as Patrick caught his breath, staring at your bounded wrecked body like it was slaughtered meat hung up to dry-age. His fingers ran over your ribs, smearing your splatters of cum from one side to the other, nails scraping over your collarbones, then scoffed.

“Don’t you think you should be punished for coming before me? I ought to rope that faggot cock of yours. Open your mouth.”

He was lethal, and you knew he wasn’t good for you, but you couldn’t get enough. You would do anything for him. You were afraid of the person he had turned you into, all by means of his abuse, of his large cock, but you were too far gone.

You were devoted to Patrick, loyal, and honorable.

And most importantly, you were his.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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DES says . . . shouts out to my boyfriend for giving me such a good idea & happy 1st collab w/ @vampfav .

SUM. — rudolf, ever so present in his studies, has decided that you, his beautiful air-headed beau, needs to study in order for you to ace the upcoming exam. however, how is it his fault that your lipstick looks so pretty on his cock whilst licking it clean?

CON. warning — ‘dom’ to sub (bottom rdr / top character), bareback / raw, anal, mating press, ‘himbo’ reader x yan. character, recording / taking photos, cumming inside & mentions of backshots, bondage, downright disgusting language, sexual roleplay; GENDER NEUTRAL READER —› ambiguous penetration.

NOTES. — rudolf belongs to favvie. reader is more feminine than a normal cis male. not proofread. + check out @vampfav for more of rudolf.

“so, what you do here is—pay attention.” rudolf said, pulling you upwards in order to catch his eyes in an upset glare instead of staring at yourself in your circular mirror in order to figure out how your lipgloss should look, before letting a displeased sigh slip past his lips. rudolf folded his arms over his chest, seeming more dominate than he should, and waited for you to finish coating your plump, wet lips in sticky gloss. “are you done?” he asked with a curt tone whilst gesturing towards the open laptop that shower your physics homework, “can we get back to work?”

‘work’ does not happen because it is quickly forgotten about when you shape your lips into an adorable pout and sigh. rudolf finds himself leaning over the table, his hand on the back of your neck before moving up in order to intertwine with your hair, and his lips being slathered in your gloss and whines and moans before your tongue split them apart like an ocean and surging inside of his mouth like a tidal wave in order to slide along with his tongue. your spit become bestfriends, your tongues become spouses, and your clothes get introduced to the fucking floor because rudolf can’t wait to be inside you, the light in his life of damnation, because he’s so sure his life depends on it.

he rips a condom, ready to roll it onto his dick with shaky, excited hands, before you pull him further onto the bed, your chests touching, his face fuming, and his dick slotted in between your hot, wet thighs. “fuck me raw, baby,” you whisper with pleading, desperate eyes, one hand going down to his dick and slowly jerking him off, “need t’feel you in me.” and, with the way his eyes went blind with white-hot desire to be slotted deep inside your insides with your body spasming to take his thick, aching dick down to the base, you know he’ll never deny you.

rudolf finds himself discarding of those dumb, shitty, walgreens bought glasses in order to see the absolute dirty laid out before him. beauty—pure, undeniable, absolutely ethereal beauty—greets him with the way you let out a slew of pleased, shaky moans that’re, much to rudolf’s displeasure, being muffled by the sheets beneath you. his tip pushed past your body’s threshold that glistens with lube and his pre-cum, successfully slotting himself inside of your body that opens for him like the sea did for moses. your body spasms around him before clutching onto his dick like it’s one of the testaments you live by and rudolf can’t help that you elict a full-body shiver from him, make his vocal cords pull in on themselves and let out a groan of pure pleasure, and force his hips to groan a mind of their own.

his pubes are covered in your wet, nasty fluids, the sound of your bodies colliding together and becoming two interwoven souls bounce off the walls just as you’re bouncing back with every thrust his hips create, and rudolf can’t help but pull you up by your heavensent hair and smash your lips onto and against his. your lipgloss is nearing its end the longer he kisses you, most of it already coating the pillowcase due to your mouth not being able to stop the sounds of pleasure leaving your throat, because he wants to make sure that, even after you two fall asleep in each others arms, he can still taste the aftermath of you against his lips, teeth, tongue, and interior of his mouth.

thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. bucking and bucking and bucking. moaning and groaning and whining and whimpering—“ffuck! s’good, s’good, can–can’t wait! need you t’cum in me!” you whined head lolling backwards with your hands gripping the underside of your thighs with your nails digging into your flesh in order to hold them against your chest for rudolf’s dick to reach your intermost deepest regions. rudolf crumbles down at your words, his body falling down onto yours with your nipples becomming reacquainted, and burrows his face in the crook of your neck.

“cummin’ baby, cumming so, so fucking deep in you—nngh! ah, ah fuckfuckfuck,” rudolf’s hips stopped pursuing his orgasm once he was balls deep inside of you, his body coiling in on itself and momentary, life-changing gasps and moans leaving him. your nails clawed at his back, leaving marks of him being your territory, your fucking property, because rudolf knows he belongs to you and nothing nor nobody else.

when he pulls out of you, unintentionally yet effectively spilling cum on your bedsheets and bedspread, he looks at your body oozing out streams of his sticky, thick cum and he uses his thumb to push incoming globs back inside of you, making you do a full body shiver accompanied with a moan.

“better to study now, babydoll?” rudolf asks, being shut up almost immediately by your lips smashing against his. no, you weren’t better now to fucking study again. you weren’t better to study at god damnit all—fuck this dumb roleplay because rudolf should be focusing on and fucking you instead.

the day comes into a close when the sun is wrapped in a blanket of dark navy coated with stars and rudolf is overstimulated from your tongue sliding up from the base of his dick, kitten-licking his tip, before pressing him down your throat and guiding his hands to your hair. and rudolf, his mouth open and saliva dripping out from the crevices with how good you make him feel, can’t think anything else except you and your lipgloss.

© vampdes . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

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lemme eyo pls

@vampdes stop being a freak and say it to my face 🤦🏽