#Hawt

[chanrizard]

250118 | DominATE Hong Kong D1

© Cptn_CB97

[critter-of-habit]

Peggy FINALLY gets back to Natasha

[ohmypuckingod]

NJ vs. FLA // 1-2 OT Loss

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers | 'Destroy Love' OST by Khaotung Thanawat

A MUSIC VIDEO HAS NEVER SAID 'STOMP ON ME' MORE.

[vidalsbeloved]

HER PREY pt. 2

Rio Vidal/Female Reader!

Warnings: knife play, blood kink, blood licking, reader crying and Rio loving it!

You gasp into the kiss, but you know better than to not give in. You grapple the hand around your neck as her fingers dig into your flesh. You whimper. She chuckles— pulling away with her teeth latching onto your lower lip, drawing blood. You hiss, her tongue running over the wound she has created, licking up your blood.

Her eyes are dark as they bore into yours, hunger still there as the hand wrapped around your neck goes to your cheek, her thumb caressing you gently.

“Such pretty sounds, you make, sweetness,” she whispers. “I wonder what other pretty noises I can draw from you.”

Then she’s attacking your neck, her teeth biting into the flesh. You cry out— hands grasping at her shoulders. Her tongue soothes the now irritated skin at your neck, her thumbs brushing your tears. She pulls back just enough to look into your teary eyes before she lunges back to kiss you.

You kiss her back with the same fire, your hands digging into her shoulders, drawing a pleasurable groan from her. Her teeth are on your lips again, this time gently caressing over your swollen kissed lips. The unoccupied hand she uses to pull your body into hers, hand moving up and down your sides.

You move to pull back so that you can breathe, but then her hand is in your hair again. Holding you in place—

Her kiss is more fierce. The hand on her shoulder digs impossibly deeper, again eliciting another groan from her. You gasp into her mouth, and then you bite. She moans and you bite harder. She laughs against you darkly and you release her lip.

She pulls back and you gasp in air through your lungs, she watches as you close your eyes to do so. Watching the rise and fall of your chest. Her nails run up and down your sides as you catch your breath.

She leans in, her lips millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, sweetness,” she says. “And I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

When her lips kiss yours again, it’s soft. And all you can do is let her. And you realize instantly that the fear that you felt moments before now is gone. Your body is filled with a wanton need for her, a craving to feel her lips upon your skin.

“What did you do to me?” You ask through her kisses breathlessly.

“Nothing, yet, sweetness,” she says darkly, that dark gleam back in her eyes. “But I will.”

She pulls away from you with a departing sensual kiss and pulls the knife from the sheathe. She sees a flash of panic behind your eyes and is pleased when you don’t make any move to run. A hand comes up to your arm and you let her take it, pulling up the sleeve to reveal skin. Her teeth flash, tongue running over her lower lip.

She runs a finger along the unscathed tissue and whispers, “Such pretty skin, I can’t wait to mark it up with my knife.”

Her knife comes up to meet your flesh, instinctively though, you flinch away, but her grip is tight.

“Breathe for me, sweet girl,” she whispers.

She digs her knife into your flesh. You cry out, tears prickling your eyes. She shushes you, wiping away your tears and rubbing your cheek soothingly. But the look in her eyes is pure hunger and gratification at seeing you in pain all for her.

She wants more of it. Her knife moves over each small word she carves into your skin, watching and waiting as tears roll down your cheeks. She leans into you and licks up your tears, salivating at the taste of you on her lips. The second the knife leaves your arm, you are a sobbing mess. A kiss placed on your temple, a dark chuckle, and the gleeful sound that escapes her tell you she is proud of her mark.

When you calm down, you manage the strength to look down. Blood pools from the wound, but through it, you see the name ‘Rio’ engraved into your skin and with it a heart. Your skin is scorched from the pain and you look back up to Rio with watering and pained-filled eyes. She scoffs at you, shaking her head, and brings your arm to her lips, this time though, instead of her tongue. She kisses the area, and instantly you realize that the pain is gone. Her tongue then comes out to lick up your blood-stained arm.

“You’re mine now, sweetness. Body and soul,” she says when she pulls away, still holding your arm. She traces the mark on your skin and whispers something under her breath. “Nobody will ever hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

From that moment on, you lived centuries, with Death by your side— she may have been cruel to the world, killed people, and taken souls. But with you, she was kind, in her own way.

You had realized over the years that when you thought back on the day you met— she could have been cruel to you, killed you where you stood, and taken your body and soul but instead showed you mercy and kept you alive. You never understood why, but it was reason enough to be hers, but still curiosity got the best of you.

“Rio,” you said one night with her.

“Yes, sweetness.”

You hesitated, before asking, “Why did you not kill me the day we met?”

You saw her pause, looking over her shoulder to you. “Why do you ask?”

You looked away, a furious blush staining your cheeks, making Rio smirk. She always seemed to affect you, regardless of anything.

Taking pity on you, she turned and walked towards you, causing you to walk backward into a tree. She grasped your chin lightly and whispered against your lips, “You were just…” she licked her lower lips, “too delicious not to keep sweetness.”

And you suppose that’s as much of an answer you were going to get, but didn’t mind it. Rio always found a way around confrontation.

Her lips pressed to yours, her mouth flooding your senses. When she pulled back, you whined chasing her lips with your own. She chuckled— putting distance between you.

“Come, sweetness. We’ve got bodies and souls to take.” her hand reached for your own, and when you took it without hesitation; she knew she had you wrapped around her finger once more.

And so you followed her, after all that’s all you could do anyways.

You were hers after all.

[youronebraincell]

Same Bridget. Same 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

[harrloui28]

Saw this man on a hear me out cake, which I thought was crazy, this ain't a hear me out its a hell yea cause NO ONE can tell me that man isn't so hot!!

[sharonisthebettercarter]

"how do you know so much about the spice girls?"

billy:

[slu7formen]

okay but did y’all see the pics charlie posted? 🫦🫦🫦

[lazzlady]

Outer!Grillby done

[auntierayeraye]

Gaaaaawd, look at those guns!

[jellco]

HAILEY BIEBER via Instagram Story

[luvmoonie]

went into ‘how to lose a guy in 10 days’ saying “oh i never got the mcconaughey hype” and now here i am on tumblr

[d-lanx]

[summersschmidt]

Lordt let this be a teaser of Luis+Liam on the same table (can be Critical Role, or can be anywhere really) sooooon 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻