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[blnc-17]

Honestly the hottest parts for me are Babe just straight gay up licking Charlie's abs and Charlie making eyes at Babe's sex-face reflected in the mirror when he's pressing Babe up against it 🥵

[strayed-quokka]

lifeblood || ji changmin

» summary: your blood was sweet, you were sweet, and changmin is addicted.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: supernatural, just porn tbh, smut, vampires

» warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering, i guess blood play (according to google it counts), changmin thinks your blood is sweet (yes we went there), biting, scratching, bruising, changmin can be scary in theory but also takes care of you, rough(ish) sex, aftercare, big dick changmin because that is my brand, one use of good girl, sweet names, creampie, brief loss of conciousness if you really look, implied feelings if you squint, oh and he’s pretty fucking strong

» words: 3,296

» a/n: LISTEN I have no excuse, this is filth, it is a mess, roar changmin is to blame. And I wanna just warn that if you have any issues with blood drinking just don’t read it I warned you now PFFF. Like… it’s not for everyone and I get it. But don’t come at me for it if you proceed anyway cause changmin is a vampire and acts accordingly so yeah that is all thank q. 

The stories you’d been told when you were younger should’ve maybe deterred you from letting the night time bleed into your window, casting dark shadows along with the moon that illuminated through the sheer curtains. You were always told to be vary, to be afraid of the creatures that roamed in the dark. 

The ones that watched you when you’d turn around, the ones who’s bright yellow eyes were a threat, and even more so when they illuminated red. 

So why you were letting one spread your bare legs now was beyond you.

Changmin had been an intriguing mystery to you since you met. He seemed sweet, with dimples that charmed you and eyes that seemed so inviting, but when that smile dropped and he became hungry, everything changed. 

He could be scary, downright terrifying even, if he wanted to be. His threats that he made were real, always, and his anger was not easy to contain if he released it. Though despite all that, he possessed a hold on you so tight that every time he asked to be invited into your house, you said yes.

It was your own fault. When you’d first met, it was at a gas station and you’d managed to cut your finger somehow on the clip you press down to fill up your car's gas, and almost within seconds, Changmin was behind you. 

You should be careful.

He was warning you. Told you that your blood smelled so sweet, it may attract attention from people that would hurt you to get a taste. By the time you’d agreed to let him keep you company to protect you, it was already too late to realise that there was no way he could smell it. 

Unless he was one too. 

Once you did realise, he simply looked down at you and grinned, almost wicked, as if he knew he was caught but didn’t have any shame. Though despite all that, despite his hunger for you in particular, he had never made you feel like you needed to run away. 

And maybe that’s why you were foolish enough to let him stay around, to lick off the wound on your thumb that night and to come around every now and then to try it again. It was an addicting thrill, one that nearly made you feel high, to risk your life in his hands more and more every time. 

You were covered in healing puncture wounds from his fangs at various stages, hidden mostly though he’d been particularly careless the other day on your neck, bitten too high and now you were stuck in sweaters far too warm for the weather. He’d check on it occasionally, made sure none of your wounds ever got infected. You’d agreed for him to feed off you, but he had made it clear that he’d always check that you were healing as a compromise to you letting him. 

The way he always checked on you was one of the reasons that you were able to calm down, to tell your body that you were safe, despite the sharp pain you’d feel, followed by that same thrilling high. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he’s looking down at you, his chest bare, your ankles over his shoulders as he caresses your legs. You were left in your lace underwear that you’d learned he liked in particular and a tight cropped shirt that was doing nothing to hide your erect nipples. 

“Tell me more,” you demand, and Changmin may be annoyed by your insistent attitude if it weren’t for how you were begging the words out with light breaths. He grins instead, turns to the side to kiss your leg before retracting his fangs, letting the point that’s sharper than a blade just scratch the surface of your skin. 

It almost tickles, making you squirm. 

“Hmmm, I could,” he starts, then leans down to hover over your chest, staring straight into your eyes with ones that are a sharp yellow, “or I could show you?”

You say yes before he’s barely finished speaking, and he knows he has you right where he wants you as he goes to take your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties, ones that are clinging to you with the dampness between your legs.

He’s rather harsh in spreading your legs apart, pushing your left thigh to the side and pressing it into the mattress. The flimsy fabric slips between your folds, revealing part of your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes and you almost don’t notice how quickly he’s sunken down to lie with his head near your thigh, arms under your upper thigh before they circle up to grip your waist. 

“Baby,” it’s almost condescending, the tone he uses to speak to you, but there’s something about the draw of his voice that has any ability to bite back, fall to the back of your throat, “I’ve barely touched you.”

You know what he’s talking about. You’re so aroused by his mere presence, that the barely there touches are enough to make you wet. He could do the bare minimum and it would likely still turn you on. Changmin was just… different. Hard to explain, but he was beautiful and calculating, and he’d somehow managed to figure you out in such a short span of time that he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

“Touch me then,” it’s the only real demand you manage to make, but even then it sounds weak, strained in your throat though he seems to take to the request. You feel the way he hooks two of his fingers by the lace covering your modesty (barely), pushing the fabric to one side before his tongue lays flat between your folds. 

The sudden feel of him between your legs has you jolt upwards in surprise, but it makes him eager to keep going. He doesn’t need to be slow with you, can be, but doesn’t have to, and that’s one thing he really likes about you. 

“Cute,” he chuckles, and you know he’s looking at you like you’re easily breakable, and honestly, with him you may as well be. You’d always considered your control to be excellent and your reserve strong, but he had you weak. It was near pathetic.

He lays a kiss right over your clit before lightly releasing a breath over the bundle of nerves. The cool sensation makes you whimper, and he gives you no warning when he grabs your hips tighter with his hands, forcing your body up just slightly off your mattress, before his tongue pushes inside you. 

“Fuck, Min!” he doesn’t answer, too wrapped up in you, the way you taste and how your body responds to his mouth, to even begin to speak back. Your voice has gone from quiet to a pathetic mess of moans and soft pants, the occasional call of his name that only makes him go faster. 

You feel one of his hands slip away from your waist, and you’re about to complain about how cold the bone of your hip feels without his touch, but the thought is erased when his middle finger replaces his tongue inside you, his mouth moving back up between your drenched folds to twirl a pattern around your clit again just as he curls his finger. 

You’re going insane. 

“Y-yes… more. P-please,” and Changmin won’t deny you when you look this pretty under him, but he also has his own needs to take care of, and the heightened scent of you and your arousal has him desperately needing to taste. 

“I- I want… need to taste you,” and it’s when you connect with his eyes that you know he means something else. 

That’s another thing about Changmin. No matter how strong his urges are, he’s never once failed to ask you first if it’s okay. 

Though it would be difficult at this point to find an instance where you’d deny him the taste of you. 

You feel your orgasm build, your head rolling back as soon as you tell him yes, that he can do what he wants, and he quickens his pace to push you right over the edge. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not that he could anyway when his mouth is preoccupied, but he does find the time to slip another two fingers inside you and you know you’re about to come undone. Changmin knows it too, feels it in how you tighten around his fingers and how your thighs press into the side of his head like you could crush him. 

Honestly, Changmin finds you so incredibly sexy when you lose your mind. 

It’s when you’re just mere seconds away from orgasm that he quickly replaces his tongue with his other free hand, his thumb over your clit instead, and it might’ve delayed your orgasm, made you mewl and plead and ask why, but that never comes. 

The sharp pain of his fangs in your thigh mixed in with the pleasure of his fingers brings you over the edge completely, arching off the bed and screaming his name so loud that you’re relieved you live alone. You nearly want to cry from how good it feels, barely comprehending the sensation of him draining you off the sweet crimson liquid that keeps you alive, his fingers still curled inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Changmin overall, is incredibly sexy, and he loves to remind you like this. You grip his hair with the strength you have left, chest moving rapidly as you tug, trying to pull him away from your thigh. 

Changmin complies. Even if his instincts tell him he doesn’t want to, that he could drain you completely and wants to, he also knows that when you pull him away, he’s going to obey. 

It’s the only thing Changmin lets you control, mostly because he knows you do it when it’s too much, when it either hurts past pleasure (though that’s exceedingly rare), or you’re becoming dazed and lightheaded to the point of it being dangerous. That’s why he listens, even if his entire being tells him not to.

His eyes are stained red now, dark and haunting, like they are every time he consumes you, and you swear his gaze is so intense that it demands your body to move regardless of your own mind. You’ve turned around on the bed before he even asks, though he’s the one to forcibly push your knees further apart, your ass up while your face rests against the pillows. 

“You’re eager, god,” you nod desperately, though you’re not sure he even notices, “you want me to fuck you like this?” 

You try to speak. You really, honestly try, but no sound comes out. Not until you feel a sharp slap to your ass that nearly pushes your whole body forward, “Yes! Please, y-yes.”

“Good girl,” you can feel him press his body against you, his cock bare against your folds and it makes you mewl, pushing against him. He has the nerve to laugh at you, leaning down so his chest hovers over your back as he whispers in your ear, “does your leg hurt?”

You’d honestly been so out of it that you’d forgotten, though this serves as a reminder of the sting on your left upper thigh. It does hurt, but not nearly enough for you to care. 

“I’m okay,” and you say it with the most conviction, your heart warming just enough that it might scare you to what the implications of your feelings may mean. He doesn’t ask for anything else, though he’s always cautious anyway, in case anything shifts in your tone that implies that you’re not okay. 

Changmin may have fucked you quite a number of times by now, and whilst you may have gotten used to his presence in the bedroom, it somehow still surprised you when his cock would bury itself inside you. Because no matter how often you found yourself like this, you were still naive enough to believe that he must be fully inside you when he’d really only come a little over halfway. 

And every time, without fail, the realisation that he was going deeper made you whimper his name in a way that sounded like a musical note to his ears. It was beautiful, to see you so out of it when he’d barely done anything that required effort. 

He stays like this for a while, cock inside you fully while your walls constrict around him, making him hiss as he’s gripping your waist with his fingers, kneading the flesh so hard it may definitely bruise as he steadies you, and you want to tell him to move, that you need him to.

Though he knows. He knows to replace his inaction with too much, because it sends you into overdrive and he loves to see you fall apart like this. Changmin is fast, unnaturally so which makes sense given who he is, but it’s the way in which he slams his hips into you that would make you collapse if he wasn’t keeping you up. 

“Oh fuck! F-fuck… M-Minnie. Harder!” 

“Think you can… can take that?” 

He loves to tease you, push you to limits that a human shouldn’t be pushed too, but you want it and he won’t deny you. 

“Y-yes. Please, Min,” his one arm goes around your chest, lifting you up against his own, your back arched while he quickens his pace, and he’s so aggressive that it may bruise both his own hips and your ass as a result, but you don’t care. 

“Wish you could s-see what you look like,” he’s trembling, nibbling on your ear before he’s gently biting into your shoulder, just sharp enough to feel but not enough to cause injury, something which takes a level of self control that he’s spent decades trying to master. You grip the arm he has around your chest with your fingers, clawing at his forearm and flesh to hold onto just as he brings his free hand to your clit, “beautiful.”

Changmin is a master at making you fall apart. The way he slams into you is animalistic, brutal even, in ways you always wished to experience when past partners just didn’t do enough, and it’s the way he shows care to you whilst treating you like a ragdoll that ultimately makes you lose your mind. 

“Fuck-” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder, “you’re clenching.”

You know what that means. You know that aside from you being so close to an orgasm, it means that he’s going crazy from how your walls feel constricting around his cock and that he wants you to come. 

“B-bite me. P-please C-Changmin,” he doesn’t see sense anymore when you ask like that. He releases a deep growl, near possessive of you, his teeth digging into the flesh between where your neck meets your shoulder, the arm that was around your chest further up by your shoulder blades now as the other wraps around your stomach, firmly gripping you in place as he slams his cock into you one more time, your orgasm so intense that you swear you nearly see absolute darkness for just a second when you reopen your eyes. 

You cry out his name, screaming and trembling as he’s firm in keeping you unmoving which only makes it more intense, and he groans, licking the wound on your neck as you feel his cum fill you up, milking him dry as your walls clench repeatedly to grip him. 

He’s about to pull out but your hips follow his movements, keeping him close to you and you can practically feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Baby, we can’t stay like this,” but you don’t want to listen to him even if he’s right. Even when you feel him try to lick the crimson red from your skin by your neck to clean you up because you’re being stubborn and won’t let him help you properly, even then, you don’t want to move. 

However, Changmin is just as stubborn as you. That, and he has supernatural strength, able to overpower you in seconds and so he does, throwing you around and up onto his waist as he stands on the bed, your legs around his hips as you feel his cum slowly move down between your legs and to your ass, his hands gripping your flesh while he looks up at you. 

There’s something so inherently sexy about the way he can get up after an orgasm and throw you onto his waist to walk you into the bathroom, and something far more sexy about being met with the state you’re in because of him. He ruins you beautifully, litters your skin with beautiful colour that also stains his soft lips and white teeth. 

“I’m fineeeee,” but it sounds pathetic, and it’s near embarrassing how your body arches to him spreading your legs again, making him laugh at you. 

“I need to clean them,” he says, stubborn as he gently slaps your hand away that’s reaching out to touch him, “behave.”

As soon as the damp warm cloth touches your wounded thigh is when you realise that it actually hurts quite a bit more than you’d noticed, making you hiss slightly at the stinging as he tries to gently treat your skin. His eyes are hungry when he does, and you know that deep down, he’s fighting with himself to taste you again. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

Though you aren’t sure why you called his name, what you’re trying to get his attention for, so you just watch him fondly with eyes that give away far more than you’re ready to admit to him or even yourself. 

“You’re pretty.”

He laughs again, moving up to clean your neck and you let him without any hesitation, completely trusting him despite his instincts. 

“You’re so cute,” it makes you blush, dazed from orgasm and happy enough that he warms you with words that seem so mundane and basic, yet they’re not, “I’m gonna disinfect it but… do you wanna shower first?”

“Yes please,” your hands reach for him again, and this time he takes them into his, drawing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles, “with you?”

“If you behave,” you gasp, laughing and feigning shock though you nod nevertheless as he brings you off the counter and to your shower, stumbling slightly as you do, “careful.”

“I don’t like how you still function. It’s not fair,” you pout, letting him follow you with a hand reached out around your back just in case you fall. 

“Darling, you know you can’t compare us like that,” and he’s right, of course. He has advantages, unfair ones, but it still makes you pout. 

“Do I not satisfy you, hmm?” it’s a joke, both of you know it, but Changmin has turned you around and pressed you against the tiled wall in less than a second. His eyes are fading from their blood red to an orange hue, an indication that they’re going back to their natural state of yellow. 

“Answer your own question, I dare you to.” 

It’s the way his eyes hunger for you again, how they want you, always, and you know it was stupid to even joke, because the very answer is one thing you’ve always known since you met. 

Ji Changmin wants you the way one wants a drug when they’re addicted. He’s insatiable and he hungers for you, because you’re the only one who satisfies him. 

You're the only one that tastes so sweet.

changmin is the reason i have no sanity left and i hope it showed PFFF

I'll try to update quite soon cause I have some extra time but deciding on who to write is hard when I've been on my knees for all of them lately 🛐

tbz masterlist

[purity-culture]

A very young John Waters

[thedrillerkiller]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

Five favourite songs at the moment:

Tagging @187um-killa-trill @skeletonfumes @sludgexslut @baebyaga @cinemajunkie70 @sowhatifiliveinkyushu @videomessiah @gotankgo @radioblueheart @ghostsofvhs @watching-pictures-move @therockywhorerpictureshow @keeperofdarkness22 @ceteradesunt @mtonino @creepynostalgy @jimmy-mo @suspiria76 @savelindsaylohan @andyella @ingmars-strawberries

your 5 songs please <3

[indigobluwrites]

Honestly, I'm in reading mode BUT I do have an idea forming. Don't know when I'll put it out but yea.

Scary Potter and the Crazies: PLANNING

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

A DIRTY SHAME John Waters USA, 2004

[davealmost]

Pink Flamingos

[maneskinhouse]

“C’mon, don’t cry on me now. Nobody wants to gangbang a crying girl,” he murmurs.

Vic chuckles wetly. “You’d be surprised.”

He shares the laugh but then unwraps her from the embrace so he can look her in the eyes. “Yeah, but this isn’t p0rn. This is a reasonable gangbang where everyone is friends and respectful of each other and knows this is just performative. No judgement whatsoever.”

Read the series by on AO3 (Explicit: only suitable for adults)

[katrinawritesthings]

Sub bottom minho who wants to be a size queen but can't take as much as jjong. A size princess

cut bc nsfw lol

If you donate to my friends gofundme i'll write you something short like this : )

“owie. owie. fuck. owie. god.” minho hoists himself up and off of the dildo with a huff, leaning against the couch, glaring at it between his legs.  it jiggles,  suction cupped to the floor, neon pink, sticky and shiny with lube and booty juice. mocking him. his hole flutters, twitching, gaping and closing and opening and squeezing, acting like it wants more, like it wants to be filled. also mocking him. and jonghyun sits cross legged across from him, leaning back on his palms, eyebrows raised, smile nothing but bland amusement.

definitely mocking him. “fuck you," minho grumbles.

jonghyun’s smile grows. “not everything has to be a competition, choi,” he says.

“i don't think it is!” minho shakes his hands in jonghyun ’s direction, indignant, offended. jonghyun is smiling even bigger now and minho knows it's because his eyes are huge, his voice got so loud for no reason, he got so tensed up about the smallest comment, and all it does is make an even grumpier. “i don't,” he insists. he doesn't. 

“i mean,” he adds. he means. well. jonghyun raises his eyebrows and minho gives him a big middle finger. he knows that this whole thing started because he said he wanted to take the same size dildo as jonghyun could. but that doesn't mean he wanted to do it in a competitive way. 

he puts his finger on the head of the dildo between them, hovers his hand around it's girth. too thick for him to get a grip all the way around even if he wanted to get his hand all gross and sticky. too tall for him to sit on top of it without standing a little bit first. too unbelievably sexy to watch it disappear into jonghyun on a regular basis. “you just always look like you're having so much fun with it,” he pouts. it's not even jonghyun ’s biggest one. far from it. and yet he can't even begin to get it inside of him no matter how much training and stretching he does.

“i have so much fun with it because it feels good,” jonghyun points out. he leans forward, over the  dildo, blocking the head of it from view. “you know,” he says, “the point of sex? to feel good?” he clambers around to sit in front of it and separate it from minho entirely. their legs scrumble together and jonghyun smirks directly into minho’s face. “so can you quit trying to do something that makes you feel bad and let me play with your bootyhole finally? it's been like an hour. you said you wanted to come over and fuck, not make  me watch you struggle to do something you don't even like doing.”

minhostill wants to get it inside of him, still thinks he can do it, still hangs onto the belief that once it does get it inside of him it'll magically feel good instead of just weird and stuffy and uncomfortable like every dildo over seven inches does to him, but. he has to admit that jonghyun does have some good points.

by the time jonghyun has him on his back, knees by his head, his own precum dripping onto his face, minho feels better.

and that's the time that  jonghyun chooses to smirk and say, “don't feel bad about not being a size queen like me. a princess is still royalty.” he pushes his tongue right back into minho’s hole, cutting him off before the hot indignant flare rises back up inside of him. 

“shitlord,” minho hisses through gritted teeth, trying to roll his hips up. not everything has to be a competition, his ass. he'll get him back later.

jonghyun just winks and makes him cum.

[animatejournal]

Tarzoon: Shame of the Jungle Directors: Picha & Boris Szulzinger | Belgium, 1975 Viewer Discretion Advised

[trulyinspiringmovies]

The Evil Dead

“The Evil Dead” isn’t the best horror movie by today’s standards, but it’s a piece of horror history that oozes with charm.

Ash Williams is on a trip with four of his friends and family. They vacation in a cabin in the woods. While there, strange things start happening. They find a strange book and a tape recording. When they listen to the tape recording, they learn about the Book Of The Dead. The tape recorder also recites an incantation that starts summoning a flurry of horrors.

I’ve been told that this franchise doesn’t start finding its signature voice until the second installment. Still, the first outing was pretty good. First off, I think the most apparent detail has to be the camera work. Sam Raimi is known for his dynamic camera work and I was glad to learn that he’s been doing it since day one. At the beginning of the film, the dynamic camera work was used sparingly. It was only used to really see through the perspective of whatever was haunting the college students. In the third act, when everything is kicked into high gear, the camera work becomes unashamedly frantic. It really added to the sense of madness that this movie was going for. I also appreciated the fun idea of Ash and Linda pretending to be asleep with each other. The first time, it was a really quirky and endearing way to get me to care about the characters. Then it’s used again towards the end when Linda’s decapitated head pretends to be dead. It’s a twisted callback that really shows the level of love that went into the project. Bruce Campbell is always a highlight in movies and it was fun to see him in his earlier roles. The behind-the-scenes tidbits were probably the most interesting part to me. I loved learning about how they got the POV shot of the entity breaking in through the window. I loved learning about how some of the effects were pioneered by Sam Raimi and how they were built upon in later movies. They reminded me of when I used to make stupid little short films. Just learning about how this film was made gave me a whole new appreciation for the film. Sam Raimi went the distance and did what I always wanted to do. I have nothing but the utmost respect for him and now, “The Evil Dead” has made him one of my favorite directors of all time. I can’t wait to see the other movies in this franchise and see why so many people love the lunacy of Ash Williams.

★★★★

Watched on April 22nd, 2023

[miss-vortex]

This review of Netflix's Marilyn Monroe biopic 'Blonde' examines the controversy surrounding the film and explains that whilst graphic scenes are sometimes essential in movies, Netflix should be held accountable for marketing the film in a somewhat sugar-coated way with no trigger warning