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There's a dark sort of promise in the way her lips rest against his throat. Knowing the points of her teeth lie in wait to pierce tender flesh thrills Arlo more than it should — but he can't deny her. Not for fear of ramifications, god no, but because the beast that prowls just behind his sternum protests when she's gone for too long. It howls like some lonesome creature forged in grief...As if could possibly understand love.

Arlo is careful with his heart. At least — he tries to be. Getting close opens the way for hurt. And he's not just talking about a broken heart — fuck no, it's so much more serious than that. This is the risk of violent, soul possessing yearning...And whatever comes after. She draws it forth from the depths Arlo tries to keep it buried in. But Moby never shies away. No, if anything, there are times Arlo could swear she's trying to lure it out.

"Nah," he seizes hold of her waist to pull her flush with him. There's another flicker of something inhuman in the green of his eyes — the beast eager to taste her skin, and make her pulse flutter in that pretty way it does whenever she and Arlo play like this.

"You're perfect — stay. Don't make me beg, beautiful."

@gethound-ed, cont'd.

nothing could make moby miss the way his eyes flash mere inches from her face. it's a fire in his eyes she's seen before and cherishes just as much as his everyday green. if he weren't so restrained, so afraid of himself, she might even consider it a promise of more exciting things to come. she's happy enough to have him here right now all the same, just as he was.

"occasion?" she growls, the rumbling in her chest palpable as she presses closer and digs her fingers into his shirt until her body is flush against him. one hand splays over his hip, claws slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to scritch over his skin. the other stays wrapped around a fold of his shirt, keeping him closer so she can assume the opportunity to shove her face into the crook of his neck. arlo might be afraid to go for the throat but moby isn't. "is it so bad to just want you? do i need a reason?"

dark lips curl threateningly against his throat. her breath is wafting over the expanse of his neck while she noses beneath the line of his jaw, searching until she finds his rapid pulse. his heart is hammering inside of him and it just makes her grin. she can't resist clutching his hip, letting hers roll against him with blatant desire.

moby skims her teeth over his jugular, desperate to bite and mark what she considers hers. can't help imagining it reddened with teeth marks and purple with bruises for however long they last before she insists it's time to mark him again. instead she defers to playing with her food and traces that tempting line with the tip of her tongue for a taste. "i can always return another time---"

[gethound-ed]

How easy it is to forget that he was not always this...The hunger was forced upon him -- one fateful encounter that changed the course of one man's life forever.

For better, or for worse? There are times that she's tempted to ask him. But she refrains...Uncertain as to why. Curiosity runs through her blood, after all. She yearns to know anything and everything of interest to her -- but she holds back for this man. Amaranth doesn't allow herself the space to analyze the why.

"You'll worry the rest of the troupe, you know." She muses coolly, admiring her nails as if his touch hadn't sparked something between her ribs -- hungry and primal. Much like him.

"They all see how you're...Neglecting yourself."

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 ; ❝ how long has it been since you fed ? ❞ / @gethound-ed

𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 , 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔 , 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 . head tilts , animal-like almost curiously as barnum slowly approaches , body twitching unnaturally as he moves , as if called to a deeper hunger and puppeted by something else . something primal and ancient . he reaches her at last , and though he knows her blood will not do , it still calls to him . it's not until a hand raises and fingers trail across the line of her jaw that he seems to wake , shake himself from his starving stupor and pulls away .

❛ ⸻ a while . ❜ his hoarse laugh lands somewhere between bitter and self-deprecating as hands clench into fists at his sides . turns his back to her to avoid even more temptation and braces himself on his desk , as if the act causes physical exhaustion . ❛ forgive me , amaranth . i ⸻ please do not concern yourself with me . ❜

[gethound-ed]

About how long does it take for your Muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone? (Bibi)

NSFW Headcanons | Accepting

About how long does it take for your Muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone?

I would say a few months, for sure. More than likely upwards of a year, if I'm honest. She's lived a sheltered life, so what she understands of sex is...Extremely limited. What she's learned, for the most part, has been gleaned from the few romance novels of the steamier variety -- so she has a specific and romanticized notion of sex.

[gethound-ed]

What are your Muse’s top 3 kinks? (Jana)

NSFW Headcanons | Accepting

What are your Muse’s top 3 kinks?

Pet play

Dacryphilia / Crying

Sex pollen

[gethound-ed]

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly? (Mara)

NSFW Headcanons | Accepting

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

Mara is definitely one to wear marks proudly. She'll go out of her way to wear clothing that puts those marks on display, too. If they're on her neck or chest, it's low-cut tops. If they're on thighs, she's wearing shorts (since she's not super into skirts, in general). Hip marks are especially fun -- because then Mara is wearing some of her special tops that have purposely placed cut-outs.

[gethound-ed]

𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎 𝕄𝔼 𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕁𝔸𝕎𝕊 𝕆𝔽 𝔽𝔸𝕋𝔼

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ… curbing bloodlust, fighting inner demons, surviving high school (again), finding connections, exploring the unknown, and more.

CARRD

[gethound-ed]

NSFW Headcanon Asks

Where are your Muse’s most sensitive erogenous zones?

What are your Muse’s favorite sexual positions?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on public sex?

What does your Muse feel is their most attractive feature?

Your Muse / your Muse’s partner decides not to cum inside. Where on their/their partner’s body would they prefer instead?

What kind of porn does your Muse watch and/or would be interested in?

Regardless of their opinions on bondage, would they rather be tied up by their partner or be the one doing the tying?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on one night stands?

What’s one thing that never fails to turn your Muse on?

How easy is it for your Muse to talk about sex?

How loud is your Muse during sex?

How high is your Muse’s pain tolerance?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on oral sex?

What are your Muse’s thoughts on anal sex?

How does your Muse feel about dirty talk in bed?

About what % of the time does your Muse focus solely on their partner’s pleasure?

When was your Muse’s most satisfing sexual experience?

What are your Muse’s top 3 kinks?

When was your Muse’s ‘sexual awakening’ and what happened?

How old was your Muse when they first had sex?

How many times a week would your Muse prefer to have sex vs how many times they ACTUALLY have sex?

Did your Muse enjoy their first sexual encounter?

How often would your Muse prefer rough sex versus gentle sex?

How high is your Muse’s sex drive on average?

Would your Muse hide hickeys/marks on their body or wear them proudly?

How does a Muse’s behavior change regarding their partner after they’ve had sex?

About how long does it take for your Muse to be comfortable enough to sleep with someone?

What are some common words or phrases your Muse says during sex?

What is one sexual fantasy your Muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

*WILDCARD* Ask any sex-related question you want!

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「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage . (Seven to ljiljana 👀 )

A pillow is clutched beneath her, held in a vice-like grip as those hands move with a deliberate slowness down her body. All under the guise of a massage -- as if anything between them could stay so innocent for long.

By her very design, Ljiljana was made for corruption...But he's done well to resist thus far. Few men can touch her skin-on-skin and not fall prey to their baser desires. She would applaud him if she weren't digging nails into the pillow keeping her cheek from the mattress.

"You can press harder, if you like. I'm very much not made of glass." She purrs, giving her hips an enticing little wiggle of 'encouragement.'

[gethound-ed]

— Mara introduced Stella to the concept of blind boxes, and now she’s addicted.

“Any one of these delightful little plastic creatures could be living inside of this box!” They aren’t actually alive, thank goodness, but you get the idea.

“And people who collect them…They’re seeking specific creatures, you see? They’re wishing for a certain design!” And by her nature, Stella can’t help but be enamored with anything to do with wishes.

[gethound-ed]

Tantalizing Tigers

Mystics and Marvels

Like what you see? Buy me a coffee!

[gethound-ed]

[gethound-ed]

PINNED + playful c:

“Hey, gor— woah.”

Mark him down as startled, confused, and definitely horny.

For just a split second, the green of his eyes flashes an eerie amber — like the glow of a candle, or an animal caught in a truck's high beams. The beast that dwells deep within his chest stirs awake, eager to meet the challenge that Moby poses just by being this close. It likes her just as much as Arlo does, he's found — but he's too cautious to let it out around her voluntarily. Strong as Moby is (and Arlo is very familiar with that strength), he'd never forgive himself for hurting her.

His fingers flex at his sides, only just resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and pull her head to one side, exposing that pretty throat —

Arlo swallows hard. Forces a smile as he cocks his head to one side, aiming for cool and collected, even as a war rages inside him.

"What's the occasion? Or did ya just miss me that much?"

[gethound-ed]

Ah -- it would seem she'd succeeded in striking a nerve. She doesn't necessarily delight in getting under his skin...There's little benefit to pissing him off, aside from perhaps ensuring that they aren't forced together in social settings in the future. What would their party's host think? Would she be disappointed? Or could it be she's expected such an outcome...? Ljiljana is unapologetically honest, which can often be interpreted as callous, or crude.

She's not everyone's cup of tea, as the saying goes.

"So long as you are happy, that's good." Ljiljana shrugs, content to let the subject drop for now. There's something to be said for those that are so selfless as Andrew...Arguably, it's a dangerous way to live. How much of yourself can you give away before there is nothing left? Is it fulfilling, so long as you receive 'love' in return?

She takes another swig from the plastic cup. The burn of the alcohol is more prominent this time as it slithers down her throat -- and she thinks that maybe she should toss the rest. It's not as if it even tastes good. And that is essentially how she lives her life, isn't it? A stark contrast to Andrew's approach -- if it doesn't please Ljiljana, then she wants nothing to do with it.

But is she happy? Is she fulfilled?

"I live comfortably; set my own schedule so that I can work when I feel like it, rest when I don't, and occasionally come out to parties where I interrogate previous one-night stands." A smirk quirks just one corner of her mouth upwards. It highlights the dimple in one freckled cheek.

"I am content with my life."

What an insane question to ask. Does he enjoy his work? Is it fulfilling? Is it everything he had ever hoped for and more? Does it make the lack of socializing worth it to know he's made countless people happy, has free reign of his business, and the flexibility to do with his time as he pleases?

Absolutely.

But she's read into that much easier than he would let on. How insulting to be compared to some court jester. While not entirely inaccurate, he wouldn't admit that for himself.

Scoff, eye roll, and a sip from his drink as he gathers his words and thoughts. "I love my job. It's everything I coulda hoped for," he answers, transparently. Maybe not everything- but close to it. It's cost him a great deal of relationships, but he's gained them as well- which is why he's here in the first place.

"I mean- it's taken a lot of work, lot of studying, homework. But I wouldn't have it any other way, you know?" Another sip- a nervous tip, perhaps. He'd have to trade it for water soon enough, if this conversation continues. "I'm living for myself, your words, because I find my happiness in giving it to others. I've been that way for a long time and I'll be that way 'till I'm dead.'

His own eyes scan her, she's difficult to read- as are all women from time to time. "What about you? Must be askin' me these hard hittin' questions for some reason. How do you feel about your life?" He knows next to nothing about this woman, maybe it was time he learned more.

[gethound-ed]

cont. from here with @cryptidhcnter

The trickster has always had an affinity for fire. It draws her in without fail; a siren song. And fire takes on many forms -- from the flickering red, orange, gold of literal flame...All the way to that spark that she can see dancing behind Willow's eyes whenever they're in the same room. Her little huntress, all wound up and eager to prove herself as a formidable foe.

Amaranth finds that to be her favorite iteration of fire.

"Well, I'd be hurt, first off." She places a hand above her breast, looking at Willow with an expression more befitting a kicked puppy than an ancient creature of myth. Long legs carry her across the short distance between them, closing in on the hunter's space in an unhurried, casual manner. There's even a little sway in her step.

"And then I think I'd have to ask...If you're not thinking of me, then who is on your mind?" Thumb and forefinger curl possessively around Willow's chin, tipping her head up and back -- but not forcefully, as one might expect. "Who else is worthy of occupying your thoughts?"

[gethound-ed]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[gethound-ed]

Cont. from here with @therelentless

A curious inclination of her head as she steps forward to close that gap once more. It's quite cute to see such an allegedly fearsome man seeking to create distance from a 'little girl.'

"Is that why he gets all the credit and acclaim...? Let's not forget that Dracula is the one everyone models their cheesy vampire costumes after on Halloween night. Dracula wishes he were you — but I'll bet he doesn't even know who you are."