#mmm blood..... yummy

[valeriapryanikova]

victors

[purepurinrin]

heh I like it

[madame-mongoose]

Hey hi hey, I'm having my small fun, so have this little thingy

/I'm sorry in advance for the quality and if there's something wrong with it

It’s so loud, but he can’t detect anything specific, all sounds around him are mixed into white noise. He can only concentrate on them. It was a stupid idea. Why. Why did he tell them to do it? He didn’t mean any harm. All he wanted to do is to give a lesson to his new assistant one more time. Keeping them busy. Showing them how unqualified they are for this job. How much he is better suited for it. Oh boy does he now doubt himself. No. He doesn’t doubt himself. He knows he’s the one unqualified for this job. He was supposed to be perfect, then why are they in this situation? He failed everyone.

There was this lamp in the daycare that started to blink. And since Ooie didn’t have anything better to do, Sun decided that it was a great idea to make them climb a ladder to the height of the daycare. How high is the ceiling in this place? Sun didn’t really think about it before, but he knows for sure it’s really high. But nothing will go wrong. He’s here, he has the situation under control. As soon as the daycare assistant will slip he will be the one to taunt them.

Ooie climbed the ladder trying to keep themselves steady, even though it was slightly shaking under them. They wouldn’t say they’re entirely scared of heights, but when you climb over 19 feet into the air it starts to feel nerve-wracking. But hey! Sun got them. He trusted that they are capable to do this. With that thought in mind, Ooie was able to steady himself. It was until he actually started to change the lamp. Poor thing didn’t think everything through. That’s why they filled with determination and, apparently, stupidity didn’t think that the light should be turned off when you change the bulb. They jerked away just in time to not get shocked by electricity, forgetting just how high they climbed.

It happened in a blink. Here they stare at the light, and now they’re falling down. “God, I’m so stupid“ was the only thought that crossed Ooie’s mind before their head met the floor.

SUN YOU FUCKING KILLED YOUR ASSISTANT

[zhongrin]

i don't understand how people can be so clumsy sometimes, i say as i stabbed my finger with a metal straw

[guidetoanarchy]

It's Just a Prank! TW: Body disfigurement, body horror, blood

A child’s crying filled the usually silent house up to the brim with noise. This child’s name was Lacey, and she wasn’t very happy that she just lost her tooth. As the mother tried to console her daughter, Lacey kept pushing her away and screaming. At last, after a few hours of screaming and crying the mother was finally able to silence the child. Lacey was always quite dramatic and exceptionally good at driving her mother crazy at times. Lacey’s mother sighed after tucking her daughter in and putting her tooth under the pillow. She seemed exhausted but when she was almost out of Lacey’s room she stood there and smirked. Clearly plotting something, her mother walked out of the room with a sway in her step, leaving the door slightly open.

    Someone was watching Lacey and she knew it. Her eyes constantly wide and fearfully looking out her window but the window wasn’t the problem, the creaking door was. She looked at the door in terror, beads of sweat dropping off the tip of her nose…nothing happened. Wait, were those giggles? It sounded like her mother. Suddenly anger filled her veins as she turned away from the door, furiously swearing that she’ll get her back one day.

Several years later

     Lacey’s mother whistled a childhood tune as she passed by the hallway bathroom…was that crunching and coughing she heard? She opened the door just slightly to peek into the bathroom. The quite expensive looking quartz sink was covered in blood and continuing to be filled with it as Lacey coughed into the sink, but she seemed to be stuffing something into her mouth. The mother opened the door a bit more. She was stuffing teeth into her mouth, and it clearly wasn’t hers. Teeth of every category; small baby teeth, sharp teeth, yellow teeth, healthy adult teeth. Lacey turned to the door, tears streaming down her face, her jaw crooked and broken, her eyes creepily drooping down as veins clear as day on her face pulsed disgustingly. ‘’It’s just a prank!’’ Lacey exclaimed as her mouth tried to shape itself into a smile. Multiple crooked laughs started as soon as more mouths began to form all over her body. The whole house suddenly seemed like a depressing cartoon as everything started drooping like slime.

That’s the story behind the ear shattering scream no one heard that day. In fact, the next day the house looked abandoned, and everybody claimed they knew of no minor named Lacey.

[sunkissedrafe]

enemy!rafe >> doesn’t really hate you but fucks you like he does!!

mmm wait this is so yummy

he does everything he can to make your life a living hell. spreads little white lies about having his way with you knowing damn well you hate his guts and wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. all his boys at the country club only get his side of the story, the one where you bend to his every demand. telling them all how slutty you are. of course when the two of you interact and they see you rolling your pretty eyes in his direction he brushes it off with a “she’s just mad i didn’t give her any dick last night. girl was damn near blue in the face beggin’ me.”

he’s always in your way, always doing anything he can to get a rise out of you.

anytime you step into tannyhill to meet sarah and he hears your sandals smacking against the floor he saunters down the stairs with a grin. sometimes it’s putting things he knows you’ll need on the highest shelf so that he can sneak a peek at your ass when you’re on your tiptoes, your frilly little sundress working in his favor as it rides up. “need some help?” he casually strolls up, hands resting on your waist like it’s nothing. like he can’t feel the anger boiling in your blood.

“no, get the fuck away from me.” you huff and let your heels hit the ground with a thud, and he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s eyeing your tits as they bounce. he doesn’t really care if you think he hates you, all he’s thinking about is the way you’d look laying across his bed for him, pretty eyes rolling in the back of your skull as he fucks you into the mattress.

“fine, get it your damn self.” he walks away but not before giving you a little tap on the ass.

he loves getting under your skin and watching your face as it fills with anger. in a twisted way it turns him on. he knows for sure that you think he’s your sworn enemy, but he really doesn’t have anything against you. you’re just his sister’s hot friend.

he knew it was just a matter of time before you cracked and flew off the handle at him, pounding on his chest and squeaking out every insult under the sun after he ran off a guy you’d finally planned a date with. your little meltdown falls right into his lap, right where he wants you to be. “never wanna see your face again, rafe. GOD you’re such an asshole!” your manicured nails claw at the fabric of his polo shirt.

your brain goes all fuzzy and short circuits when his veiny hands wrap around your wrists with a squeeze hard enough to bruise the skin, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark. “never wanna see my face again, huh?”

you saw plenty of it that night while you bounced on his dick whining and crying to cum. he does a really good job playing the part of the enemy, treating you like a little toy as he lifts you by your hips and fucks you like a fleshlight. “see, just like i told the guys. beggin’ me. for what?” he pants and cocks his head to the side. “all for some dick? little fuckin’ slut.”

definitely cums on your face and takes a picture for safe keeping. you feel degraded, ashamed that you let a man that “hates” you do something like this. ashamed that you want more. he feels like he’s marking his territory.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

mmm yummy SAGAU rambles

Childe who recognizes you at first sight. he’s one of the first people to hear about an “imposter” and is immediately up and armed to go hunt them down himself- how dare someone try to impersonate the Creator, his god, the one who gave him the courage to drag himself out of the Abyss and back into the light? no one yearned to find and eliminate the imposter as much as Childe, to tear that arrogant fool apart with his own hands and watch them die before his eyes- it was the only thing that would satisfy his fury. 

so he begins hunting, bow in hand and dull blue eyes blazing with anger and bloodlust. he’s allowed to, of course, as the only person who matches his rage is the Tsaritsa herself- in fact, she commands that the Fatui turn their efforts into finding and bringing this imposter to justice, and Childe- Tartaglia- is more than happy to comply as the Eleventh Harbinger.

but when he does find you, the so-called “imposter”, he instead finds a broken heap of a person, divine blood dripping from every injury as you cover your face and cower.

between sobs you beg for him not to hurt you, and Childe’s heart breaks as he hears the voice that so often hummed and laughed inside his head, the sign that the Creator was watching over him, now pleading, desperate to just be able to live.

he knows you love his Foul Legacy form- he’s heard you fawn over it during the weekly fights you bring him to- so within a second he’s transformed, the pain that usually lingers mysteriously gone as he kneels before you, delicately lifting your bruised hand to his forehead with a soft rumble. you’re shaking, breaths coming out as wheezes from fear, and Childe whines sadly.

so he promises that he will protect you- never again shall a Fatuus harm you in any way, instead they will guard your precious life as you heal, and Childe will be by your side. his Foul Legacy is unhindered by pain; now it feels whole, complete, you filling the missing link between him and the Abyss. he will be your guard, even if the rest of the world is against you, so he never has to hear that kind, wonderful voice of yours filled with fear ever again.

[forgelovers]

Something really funny about doing a Gale origin run and romancing Astarion is the fact that even after the first time he bites you and says it’ll never happen again because of how bad Gale’s blood is, you can still agree to let him feed on you every night and he just goes “mmm yummy can’t wait”

This just furthers my theory that Astarion likes the flavour secretly (it’s like sour candy to him)

[ittybittyluci]

Not me eagerly awaiting Epic the Musical’s Underworld Saga release because I feel like it’s going to make for some KILLER HH crossover in the form of horrific Lucifer angst. Like, I’ve already got some ideas flowing. Whether anything comes of them who knows? Whether I remember them? WHO KNOWS. But as of right now? MMM so excited.

Like, just picture this w/ me for a second (I’m gonna put my brain-rot fantasies after the cut for all of y’all who could not give less of a shit):

Imagine the song “The Underworld.”

“This land confuses your mind / When does a man become a monster? / 558 men who died under your command”

It starts with Lucifer closing his eyes, then opening them in like a pitch black environment.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, Captain!”

The first three have of him running into like— more angelic spears which corral him into a corner. The last one he like looks up at just sees ALL the angels glaring at him.

“Why would you let the Cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy!”

Here I imagine it starts w/ flashbacks of him giving Eve the apple. Then, there’s is like a giant black snake forms from/behind/around the angel and in some way like kinda just.. “consumes” Lucifer, like it jumps up in the air, comes back down on him. He flinched, and when he opens his eyes again he’s alone, on the ground in Hell, covered in blood, and has his demonic traits showing. Idk, just something super symbolically horrific that would def be something u see in a nightmare.

“All I hear are screams… / Every time I dare to close my eyes / I no longer dream / Only nightmares of those who’ve died. / (Nothing’s what it seems) Nothing’s what it seems / but in the underworld the past seems close behind”

Here Lucifer is just looking around at all the carnage and graphic depictions Hell has to offer. I also imagine at some point he sees his own demonic form and like— physically jumps back in fear/repulsion. Just like real graphic, horrific, nightmare fuel. The frames go by somewhat quickly, just a jumbled mess of gore and violence and terror.

“I keep thinking of the infant from that night / I keep thinking of the infant from that night.”

The like gorey images get faster, but also mixed in are actual images of him falling, angellic spears, him giving Eve the apple, Lilith, basically everything that you could imagine is part of his trauma. Like, they just flash by the screen faster and faster on repeat until u can’t even rlly tell what they are anymore. Then, after the second repeat of the verse, the music stops abruptly and he sits up straight in bed, looks around, realizes it was a dream, then it’s just a wide shot of him alone in his room, looking haunted and tired but not panicked anymore.

Idk if I would want him to be staying at the Hotel, or in his castle in his big like King sized bed w/ half the bed not slept in, but either way yummy angst.

——

Haha, oops, went on a little ramble there. Oh well. Hopefully someone will care and agree that this would be bombed. Or not. Who rlly gives a shit? Not me, I just needed to write this down XD.

I also have another idea for the song No Longer You but I’m not gonna go on a whole spiel, and instead just say it starts at “But that’s not a world I know” w/ Luci looking in the mirror at his demon form. Then form “I see a song of past romance” onward is Lucifer reflecting back on Lilith, the apple, his Fall, etc. Then finally on “But it’s no longer you” flash back to present day Lucifer who kinda just sighs and (maybe) sheaths his demonic attributes sadly/ashamed oh b4 walking away.

—

MMM don’t u love when you just have all the ideas but you forgot your stylus at home so you can’t even TRY to attempt to start a project ur never gonna finish?

[silent-raven13]

Quenepas!

(If ya'll never try Quenepas/Mamones/Mamoncillos or in English term Spanish Limes, ya'll are missing out. They are so good! 🤤)

(Warning: Hobie 18 and Miles is 17 and they do a bit of touching. I put a warning bc I know some readers don't like reading high school stuff like this. You been warned.)

"It's amazing my brother was able to find a whole bulk of Quenepas!" Rio smiles widely having one of her favorite fruits in the sink to wash them, "These are amazing healthy snack for you papi!"

Jeff saw the two large boxes of Spanish Limes, "Wow, there's a lot of these things. Are you sure we can finish this?"

"Mi amor, I've been carving for these for the longest." Her small baby bump shows her three month pregnancy. "and they are a way better snack than your donuts."

"You know, not all cops like donuts." Jeff pouts at his wife.

His wife side eye him, "I know you eat at least five of those Dunkin' donuts. You need to start watching what you eat! You're gonna be having another kid and you need to be able get old till you're eighty!" She went to fix her husband's Chief uniform, noticing his tie being off. "You have to be ready for this long journey." She smiles.

"I know. I know. I'll pack some." The middle age man said having to rub his neck, "But will that cancel out a burger?"

"Jeff! How about a salad! Look I already pack your lunch." She handed him, his lunch bag, "The doctor said you need to watch your cholesterol and blood pressure. Less fat, and more greens."

"Awwwe, but is burger Wednesday!"

His wife gave him the death glare that made him shut up real quick. "Okay, Salad Wednesday! I'll eat all this, baby. Love you." He nervously said giving a kiss on the cheek. "Your always right."

"That's what I like to hear!" She smirks widely in approval.

Miles came out of his room being surprised from the boxes of his favorite fruit. "Whoa! Tío brought all these! Yummy!" He happily went over to the clean batches to take one, he first bite around the hard peel then pop the round fruit to suckle on it. "Mmm, so good!"

Quenepas are these green oval balls covered in a thin layer with an orange transparent pulp wrapped around the seed inside. It has a sweet citrus lime taste perfect for the summer, it's refreshing and addicting to eat by its unique flavor. Miles love them so much he tends to eat most of the bag without a thought. It's so delicious that him and his mom always ask their relatives to buy bulks in areas around heavy Puerto Rican/Latinos fruit sellers.

Luckily Miles' uncle was able to find a good deal with two boxes full of Quenepas! Now, he can eat them without worrying about leaving some to his mom. "Mmm, these are so good!" He hops up and down finish suckling the pulp leaving the seed, spitting it out to throw it in the trash.

Rio happily eats one, "These are better than the last bulk. Your tío knows how to pick them. Now, I'ma take some for work. Miles, there's leftovers from last night and pizza from Thursday, okay? If you want to order food tu papà left money on the table."

"Twenty five dollars, right here, son!" Jeff put the cash on the dinning table.

"Okay, thanks dad." Miles smiles being happy he's all alone today. The perfect Saturday, where he can be Spider-man for the day and night just chill.

"Okay, I gotta head to work. See you guys later. Rio take it easy at work. You're pregnant remember." Jeff kisses his wife on the cheek.

"I know. I know." Rio laughs then kisses her husband's cheek. "Bye, mi amor." Then she went over to give Miles hugs and kisses, "Bye, mi vida. Mi bebé!"

"Mamí!" Miles getting his mother's kisses being smothered.

"Be good, okay! Also lock the doors and don't go to the fire escape!"

Miles rolled his eyes. After his parents left, he ate his breakfast and finished his report early. Then he went to spend all day as Spider-man, fighting off some villains here and there. It was a simple day, when he got home he took the twenty five dollars to put in his wallet. If he doesn't order anything with it, his dad let him have it for safe keeping.

The seventeen year old got a bowl of his favorite fruits to enjoy for the night. "Gonna watch some Full Metal Alchemist with some chips, soda and Quenepas!" He happily skips over to his couch and grab his remote to turned on his television to put on his stream. He sips on his soda, "Mmm."

He wore a white tank top with some lime green shorts being barefoot with his hairy legs kicking back and forth. "Mmm, these are so good." He suckles on his favorite fruit.

Unaware of someone coming inside through Miles' fire escape window, with heavy thick combat boots stepping inside with a heavy thud. Miles relax in the living room watching his favorite show and texting Ganke about the episode he finished. "Episode was dope. I'ma try to finish the season tonight."

Ganke texted him with a smiley face. The figure walks carefully not triggering Miles' spidey sense, but his other senses, "Baby, what are you trying to do?"

"Awe, I thought I was giving you a scare, luv." His punker boyfriend pout at him.

"Your boots always makes a loud sound. I'm Spider-man for a reason, bae." His Sunflower's doe eyes looks up at him with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, you're right. And you possibly knew I was coming by, huh?" Hobie jumps over the couch to sit next to his cute boyfriend. The cushions bouncy up and down making Miles move his bag of chips away from his boyfriend's side.

Hobie grins widely as he lay on his Miles, "Duh, you're my boyfriend. I know, you always want to visit me whenever I'm free or my parents aren't around." His cute darling smirks at him while eating an odd fruit.

"Darling, what are you eating?" Hobie asked being confused.

Miles set his empty glass bottle of cola on the ground, his mouth suckling the sweet citrus fruit, "Quenepas!"

"What?"

"Quenepas! Oh right, that's what Puerto Ricans call these. Um... I think Central Americans call them Mamones." Miles pointed out, as he let Hobie hold the small oval shape fruit. "They're like little gum balls."

"Yeah, and you call them what? Queen-Quene-passe?" Hobie tries to pronounce the word. His fingers hold the fruit like a piece of gem to study it.

"Quenepas! Jamaicans called them, Ginep or Guenepa."

"Ooh, I've heard of these before." Hobie heard it from his childhood friends that use to visit their relatives in Jamaica. "I never tried them."

"Make sense, these are mostly from the Americans. You wanna try it?" Miles asked.

"Yes, luv. How do you eat it?"

"Easy. You just do this," His boyfriend put half of the oval shape fruit in his mouth, he snuck his teeth hard enough to rip open the thick leather-like cover. "Then, you just open the half part." He uses his mouth to take off the peel to reveal the pretty pulp. "This is the pulp, the good part and it covers the seed. So you just pop it in your mouth and suck on it."

"Suck on it?" Hobie's face froze, he turns pink thinking of dirty thoughts.

"Yeah," His boyfriend being naive as always with his honey-brown eyes glued on his show. "These taste like sweet limes. So good. Try it!"

Hobie hold his fruit in his hand to do what Miles did. First, he bit around the peel then pull it away. His dark eyes saw the light orange pulp covering the seed, his mouth opens wide as he pops it inside.

Miles watches his boyfriend's eyes lit up by the fruit. "Good, huh?"

"Luv, these are delicious. It got that bitter taste to it from the lime, too."

"Right, it gives it a nice flavor!" Miles spit the seed out of his mouth to put it in a separate bowl were all the discarded seeds and peels went to. "These are one of my favorite fruits."

"Mmm," Hobie spit the seed out of his mouth letting his tongue tingle by the sour sweet taste of the fruit. It's delicious, but not as delicious as watching his Sunflower suckling on them. The way his beautiful plump lips pucker as he eats the fruit. This gives Hobie an idea, a delightful idea that a wide smirk spread on his face.

"Sunflower, these are good, but I want to try something with these?" The eighteen year old punker hold another fruit quickly opening the peel to put the fruit in his mouth.

"What?" Miles face his boyfriend being caught off guard by Hobie's lips. "Mmmm!" Honey brown eyes widen when he felt his boyfriend's tongue and the Quenepas rolling around between they're tongues.

"Mmm," Hobie groans as he got on top of his Sunflower as they have a heated make out.

Miles' cheeks felt warm being bashful, almost turned on as his tongue plays around with Hobie's. They were still in the beginning of their relationship, so tongue kissing isn't something Miles is good at. He's still shy about their heated kisses and hand holding, because he believes Hobie can do so much better without him.

Their first kiss wasn't as romantic as Miles wanted it to be, because of his lack of experience Hobie gave him a peck on the lips. From the beginning all they did was a simple kiss on the cheek or hand hold, all because the Black Latino isn't use to anything else. This made him more upset with himself, he wants to prove he can try new things instead of being coddle or treated like a delicate little flower. He wants to be daring, sexy and pleased his boyfriend the same way he does with him.

Their tongues play with the fruit having drool coming down their corner of their lips, the sweet taste of the fruit gave a euphoric pleasure running through their bodies. "Ohhh," Miles groans in the back of their throat, "Mmm."

"Mmm," Hobie purrs, letting his tongue flap around his pretty Sunflower's delicious mouth. Their plump lips suckle on the fruit letting their tongues push the seed back and forth. The sounds of their lips smacking got their bodies hot, their lower region a bit harder.

Miles' tongue was a bit weaker, more submissive than Hobie's dominant mouth. His boyfriend is hungry for him, so hungry, Miles could hear his heart beating rapidly. Their Spidey senses kicking high gear, it's nothing they ever felt before.

They could feel it trying to bond with one another, understand each other without saying a word. It's like their Spider senes are communicating based on instincts. Miles' eyes met dark beautiful brown eyes as if they were trying to understand that each other in a much deeper level. They could feel their Spider senses clicking after Hobie gently let Miles take over their kiss.

Click.

Miles'a own hands pulled Hobie into that deep kiss again, this time his teeth nibbling on his man's bottom lip. Their Spider senses now in tune. "Mmm!" They felt their cheeks warm, Miles' eyes being teary from all the feel good pleasure and want from his partner. His legs wrapped around Hobie's waist, letting his hips grind against him.

The punker's hands gripping on couch trying to support himself while Miles' hands wrapped around his face. They keep kissing till they felt the need to pull away. "Mmm!" They both moan again, the sound of the couch and television play in their ears.

Their teeth would nibble a bit of their lips and tongue. Miles felt Hobie's teeth sinking in a bit harder making him shiver with delight. That feels good. The young teenager tries to copy every movement to get better at kissing, he was tired of pecks and small kisses. He wants this.

When Hobie finally pulled away to catch his breath, he could feel his crotch hard, his breathing heavy. Their tongues left a trail of salvia as Miles lay his head on the couch with his teeth holding the seed. The sight of the young Spider-man's swollen plump lips being wrapped around the seed was to tempting for Hobie.

It made him want to do something more. "Hobie..." Miles muffled his words.

"Luv?" Hobie leans over to kiss his cheek, "I overdid, didn't I."

Feeling Hobie's warm breath on his left ear made Miles shudder again. "Mm-Mm." He shook his head. Their bodies were needing each other, they were begging to go further, but- There is always a but, Miles wasn't ready.

Hobie can tell his precious Sunflower is nervous. After all, this is their first time tongue kissing like this. "Miles..." He finally said before he sat back up to help his Sunflower sit back up.

The seventeen year old spit out the clean seed in his hand, he felt bashful, again. "Hobie, we kissed!"

"We always kiss, luv."

"No, we... tongue kiss." He shyly said, "My lips feel weird." He touch them feeling the soft soreness, it doesn't hurt.

"Heh, did you like it?"

Miles turns to him, "Hobie, I wanna kiss like that again!" Then he pouts, "But its okay we only take it slow."

"Sunflower," Hobie's hand caress his beautiful boyfriend's cheek, "You can take as long as you want."

Miles' eyes gleams with love, he quickly took another Quenepas with the peel off. Popping the fruit in his mouth. Then tackle down his boyfriend for another kiss. "Your mine, Hobie Brown!"

"That's what I like to hear, luv." Hobie purrs as they kiss again.

Ever since that day, Quenepas had became Hobie's favorite fruit.

[gabessquishytum]

another warprize!hob au au for you: warprize!hob and vampire king!dream. hob's always been told when going into battles with vampires that it's better to die than be captured but, well... it's hob, he's not about to take that option. so when his side loses the battle and he and a handful of other men are captured alive, hob fights -- but once it's clear he's not getting away, he decides to cooperate and bide his time and wait for his opportunity to escape.

the other soldiers he was captured with are all fed on during the trip back to the castle, but not hob, he's left alone. and when they finally arrive at the castle he's separated from the others, bathed and groomed and dressed in fine silks and gold shackles and chains, and presented to the king. privately, hob thinks this was an awful lot of effort to go through, getting him all dressed up just to be the king's meal, but, well. with any luck he'll be taken back to the king's chambers to be played with before he's drained, and he's heard enough about the king to know his chances of excape certainly aren't good, but he has a better chance of getting away from the king alone than getting away from the king and an entire hall of armed guards.

except... that's not what happens. he's pulled into dream's lap right there on the throne, and he's held tight and bitten, but dream stops after only a few mouthfuls of blood. hob hadn't been fed since he was captured, so the blood loss still leaves him lightheaded enough that he can't bring himself to fight when he's maneuvered off dream's lap to sit at the side of his throne.

and for days, that's all that happens. hob's fed and bathed and dressed like a prized whore, but dream doesn't touch him beyond briefly drinking from him every day. hob doesn't understand, but waiting is becoming its own torture, so he asks. and dream tells him that he'll be using his new toy to the fullest, of course. but not yet. he won't touch hob until he begs for it. hob scoffs and tells him that'll never happen, of course.

but hob doesn't know that vampires have a kind of venom, a slow-acting aphrodisiac, and by briefly feeding from him every day, dream's ensuring it builds up in hob's system. he doesn't feel anything yet. it might take weeks, dream's being very careful to keep the process slow and gradual. but sooner or later, hob will be desperate for dream -- and only dream -- to fuck him. he'll be addicted to dream's bite. and then dream will prove himself a very kind master and give his pet what he wants. dream plans on keeping hob for a very, very long time.

(the less-dark version of this would be that by the time the venom really kicks in hob's falling for dream all on his own, and he gets to enjoy the game of holding off as long as he can as he starts feeling the aphrodisiac kicking in. the full non-con version, of course, is that when hob finally begs dream to fuck him, dream removes hob's shackles and tells him that if he walks out the door he won't be followed. he'll be allowed to go. but by then hob doesn't want to leave. all he wants is for his master to finally, finally fuck him.)

-🐈‍⬛

Mmm this is very yummy!! Almost as yummy as Hob’s blood, I guess.

I’m very very obsessed with Hob slowly, surely becoming intoxicated with Dream’s venom. Each day it builds inside him and he’s never really sure if what he’s feeling is his own genuine emotion, or the drug starting to take effect. It’s terrible and confusing, and Hob is losing just enough blood each day to feel rather woozy and stupid anyway. He just wants to rest his heavy head on Dream’s thigh and be petted… but each day he’s also feeling just a tiny bit more needy. He wakes up hard and he isn’t allowed to see to himself, so he spends the whole day slightly aware of unsatisfied arousal. As the weeks pass he begins to react more to Dream’s touches and he also takes more time over his appearance. He’s unconsciously trying to make himself more alluring, and of course Dream notices and smirks at his poor horny pet. He knows that it’s only a matter of time. Hob’s blood is sweeter each day with built-up need. He’s like an overripe fruit, just on the cusp of falling in Dream’s lap.

And of course, for all his stubbornness, even Hob eventually succumbs to the need that is literally clawing at his insides. He crawls into Dream’s bed like a supplicant, already on his knees. He knows that what he’s begging for will seal his fate as Dream’s plaything forever, but… he’s gone beyond the point of being able to think rationally. Besides, Dream isn’t such a monster. He likes to play mind games, but he’s no worse than the human lords Hob has served in the past. He’s much better, in fact. Attentive, intelligent and beautiful to look at.

And so Hob begs. Dream laughs at him - not cruel, just genuinely amused. He undresses Hob for the very first time and touches him curiously. Like Hob is a fascinating meal that he can’t wait to devour.

“The door is not locked.” He whispers, afterwards. When Hob lies ravaged and panting against the sheets. “One last chance, pet. It is only fair: if you leave tonight, none will harm you or bar your way.”

Hob thinks of blood and venom and the stirring arousal already waking up in his body. He spreads him legs a bit wider, maybe. And in the morning he lies curled up in Dream’s arms, ready to be used all over again.

[wreckmyimage]

more like mmmm more ellie pls smEllie more pls mmm yummy

ELLIE WILLIAMS AS TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS: ellie x fem reader

WARNINGS: angst, grief, blood, mentions of sex? mentions of Y/N, fluff at the end : )

notes: for @zndayacc ( as usual ) i love ellie and taylor so why not put them together ! ❤️‍🩹

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So it goes…

“You know I’m not a bad girl

but I do bad things with you.”

Ellie did not like mornings. She hated them. But when she woke up next to you she likes them… kind off… not really but at least you were there.

You shake her to try and wake her. “Ellie, get up, we have patrol.”

She mumbles into her pillow, “Five more minutes.”

“Nope. You are not making us late.”

“Please, Y/N, please.” She begs as she looks to you from her position on the bed.

“Nope. You’re not sleeping for five more minutes.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” Ellie looks at you with a hint of mischief.

“What?—” Before you could say anything your lips are crashing together as she pulls you down back into bed. You couldn’t exactly say no to that, right?

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The very first night

“Didn’t read the note on the polaroid picture

they don’t know how much I miss you.”

Ellie was lost. Her hands were trembling. Her bones felt numb and she could not move. How could she fail you? She promised she’s keep you safe and protect you. How was she meant to live with the consequences that she could not save you. She looks down at the polaroid she had taken of you when you were sleeping, you had told her to get rid off it, but Ellie said she wanted it, so she can see your face whenever she wanted. You were hesitant but gave in, but that was because you loved her.

You were both out on patrol, minutes before you were both cracking jokes before some figure comes out of the trees and shoots you right in the neck. It was so sudden for Ellie, she caught your body before you fell to the snowy ground.

Ellies raspy voice breaks through the thick air as all you can hear is you choking on your own blood, unable to breathe. “Y/N, please I need you to stay awake.” She rushes out as she puts her hand to your throat to somehow stop the bleeding. “Please stay with me.” She cries.

You can feel your eyes shutting, the tiredness taking over you, feeling like someone was taking over your body.

“No!” Ellie shouts, as she sees you shut your eyes. She puts her head on your chest to try find a heartbeat, but there was none. “No!” She cries as her head was buried into your clothes. “Y/N, please get up I can’t loose you.” No response.

“You fucker!” Ellie shouts to the unknown man who had took your life. She had no idea where he had went but he was definitely watching from some hiding spot. “I’m going to fucking get you!” She then notices hair peaking from behind a rock. Running over as she aims her pistol at him. He was trembling.

“No! Please… don’t kill me.” He pleads as he raises his hands.

“Why shouldn’t I?! You killed the person I cared about the most.” She was shouting now, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if all the infected in the world heard her. He deserved to die. He took you from her. She would not let that slide.

Before the man can get another word in, she shoots him. Right in the centre of his forehead. She flinches at the impact, but that was just because she was delicate in that moment. If it were any other moment she wouldn’t of flinched.

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Cardigan

“You drew stars around my scars

and now I’m bleeding.”

You and Ellie were both laying in the bed you both shared. Ellie was wearing her usual white tank top while you wore a normal t-shirt. Her ‘chemical burn’ was what she called it was on show. But you knew it was a bit, that she was immune. She had told you, opened up to you months prior. Because she trusts you, she trusts you with that information, she knew you wouldn’t go about Jackson telling everyone. She knew you.

So here you both were, both staring off at the ceiling in comfortable silence. You eyes break from you and the ceilings staring contest as you look down as you admire Ellie’s arm and the tattoo that was on it. Your fingers draw circles in it as a comforting matter. You knew Ellie liked it when your fingers danced against her arm as you knew how much pain the memory of her getting bitten brought her.

“What’re you doing?” Ellie chuckles as you continue making swirls and stars.

“Drawing on your arm,” You mumble, “To comfort you.”

“It tickles.”

You move your hands from her arm, “Sorry—”

“No, I like it, it’s fine.” She assures you as she grabs your hands and places them back on her wrist.

[realsafari]

Mmm yummy i want to drink his period blood

[benatarrrr]

TW: BLOOD, GORE

uh uhhh demonsona devouring a heart mmm yummy tasty hes hungry let him eat

"He Ate My Heart!!"

versions without effects

getting more into heavier gore shit

[n4talia-chaparro]

where is George and Harold in all this?

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Long story short uh

George and Harold were supposed to find Melvin ("Sneedly") and originally supposed to help him by bringing back his intelligence and memories back but unfortunately things went wrong and became a big blood fuckery.

Later, Harold got hella hurt and decided to go find Melvin by himself because he didn't want George to be involved and hurt because of him + the M.I.S.S.F.A.R.T aka his friends didn't wanna get involved or help Harold because they both thought Harold is sick in the head and Jessica of course calls him freak and a "traitor" and uh I'm sure Ree or Jerry was unaware and Harold went all by himself. And again no one didn't come along with him cuz his friends were probably against him and Jessica is like the leader now and wants to get rid of him.

(Mmm yummy silly tiny unexpected cringy plot right there)

Then of course he got dragged without supervision and yes. Forced to join the organization / "cult" that I already mentioned for the 456th times and becomes Krupp's 4th assistant since Harold now knows that Dante and Other Sophie were also part of it and yeah uh of course Harold is slowly dying or getting sick and shii while the rest of the people in the school doesn't give a damn plus his plan was SUPPOSED to find Melvin so that's what Harold did and idk.

Did he succeed, or did he fail? Who fucking knows because I haven't answered any ask for A WHILE NOW and you know you know. We all want the silly spoiler or the storyline to see what's happening next. Lol

[aballadforbarbatos]

scawy monster D: (SOLOMON)

lucifer encounters a (tokyo) ghoul. the ghoul is YOU! the post is in the form of bullet points below the cut :) more details in the main post. [posting this from my phone, i’ll do all the hyperlinks when i get back from work]

warning: briefly mentions eating a demon

main post

masterlist

“could you please be a little more helpful”

“all my “being-helpful” is spent not doing what i want to solomon sorry”

oh yes it is

solomon smells so nice… mmm… yummy…

he cuts his finger and you pretend that you can’t stand the sight of blood

unfortunately this just makes him want to shove his bleeding finger in your face

watch out solomon, one day he’ll do it at a bad time and then he’ll have something to cry about

one time he really annoys you so you hunt down one of the demons he has a pact mark with and eat them

he notices the mark disappear from his body and goes ???

you say “fascinating. interesting, even.”

he figures the demon just took it a step too far with you and mammon got the bastard

when more demons disappear from his body he asks mammon to stop killing his demons directly

“just let me know if they cause problems okay???”

“wdym killing demons”

“uh. wdym you haven’t been killing them”

serial killer?? demon serial killer?

the way he finds out is you trying to sate yourself via his human flesh smell. it is not working

solomon is wholly distracted though

i mean why would he not be. you have your body entangled in his and keep murmuring things like “mmm” in a half-dazed state

doesn’t notice the demon sneaking up to kill you. or him.

you do though

the demon comes up to you with a knife, he goes to stab your neck

and he would’ve done it too if it wasn’t for you meddling kids! your kagune

you’ve been hunted down so much that it’s literally just a reflex at this point

you raise your arm and a rock hard kagune forms a shield

the blade flies out of the demon’s hand and solomon looks up because, sudden shadow, and they all just kinda stare at you

your kagune disappears and you untangle yourself from solomon

time to eat, you think

solomon misses you :(

you’re too busy filling your stomach to notice

you finish your meal and then start walking away

“uh, don’t you want to cuddle me some more mc?”

“no it’s okay. i’m full now”

give him a couple of seconds to figure it out

WAIT DID YOU EAT THAT DEMON

WAIT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING MY DEMONS

HAVE YOU JUST BEEN USING ME SO YOU DIDN’T EAT LOTS OF THEM

MC DID YOU WANT TO EAT ME

that’s the most important one. you don’t answer any of his questions

FASCINATED by your kagune though

it’s really heavy (as all kokaku kagunes are) so you only bring it out in the most dire of situations

because of how much you’ve Eaten though it’s typically a one hit kill whenever you strike, so you don’t notice it too much

“ooOooOO don’t make mc mad or else they’ll eat you!”

“eat me out???”

“outSIDE, yeah. don’t want to get your blood everywhere!”

solomon is just taunting the brothers. and freaking out luke

“am i yummy, mc?”

whatever those brothers are thinking, it can’t be good

judging from the expressions on their faces you can figure out what they’re thinking though. get your minds out of the gutters. damn.

“sometimes just the thought of you make me drool”

they want you six feet apart at all times now. lucifer even separates you in classes now

solomon finds you anyway

now that he knows you can just form a spear with no warning out of your shoulder blades you’ve just become so much hotter

saying “i need you” and “i need you too” and you both mean completely different things, but also the same thing at the same time

solomon barely escaped death when satan found him cuddling you in bed. barbatos was disappointed

seriously though, stop killing his demons. he’ll get you the meat you need just leave them alone :(