SCREAMING CRYING ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR

Imagine puppy!you seducing vampire!joshua. You spend a considerable amount of time getting ready, putting on the new lingerie you just bought. The lace slip is completely see through, complimenting your skin and hugging your body in all the right ways. The garment matches your garters and gives your breasts the perfect lift, fitting to the curve of your waist before stopping to give a full view of your thighs, you ass peeking out invitingly. But most importantly, it exposes your neck and much of your chest. You put on your collar for good measure, the aquamarine gems standing out atop the fine metal links of the band. The tag sits perfectly between your collarbones, a pendant complete an oval cut gem in your favorite color, bordered with aquamarine with your guardian's names etched on the back. You spritz on just a dash of perfume, something you know will enhance your natural scent just right, before sauntering into his room.

He stops short as he sees you laid out on the bed, standing frozen in the doorway. You can't keep the smug grin off your face as you take in his demeanor change, "You look positively delectable, my dear. Tell me, did you do all this for me?"

You shrug, feigning noncomittance, sitting up on the edge of the bed. You purposefully sit up on your knees, making sure his eyes are drawn to the way your garters stretch around your thighs, placing your hands on his shoulders as you ask him, "Do you like it?"

"Not as much as I love you," He can't help the affectionate remark as he brushes your hair back, taking hold your chin in one hand. The last of his lighthearted nature fades into the deepening shadows as he lean in to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he takes in your scent, "But I mean it when I say you look fucking delicious."

You hum against his lips as he kisses you deeply, pushing you back against the bed. You respond eagerly, your lust building the longer you kiss his plush lips. You wrap your arms around him, gasping as he wastes not a moment longer, a hand already moving between your legs. You know exactly what he wants, exactly what you've been waiting for, and you let your legs fall open. Expertly he stretches you open, his skills fingers building desire deep within you at the same rate as his own arousal; quickly with an urgency that has you squirming in his grasp. You arch up against his hand as his thumb circles your clit, grabbing onto his broad shoulders as two fingers curl against your sweet spot. He purrs at this, low and deep enough to be a growl, his kisses getting more fervent as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You can feel his fangs nipping at your bottom lip, and you shudder in anticipation, wanting to feel those fangs elsewhere.

As soon as you're ready, as soon as you beg him to keep going, he frees his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He pushes in slow, moaning aloud at how good your tight heat feels around him. You grip him tighter, panting as you feel his cock deep inside you. Once he's inside completely he pauses, panting and pressing his chest to yours.

You feel his lips pressing against the crook of your neck, mouthing hungrily right by your pulse. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation, hearing his low growls against your skin and wanting him to take what he wants. What you both want. With a soft hiss his fangs fully unsheathe, sinking right into your neck. You let out a soft cry at the sharp pain, your cry quickly simmering into a languid moan. The lust that courses through you is heated, heated enough to have an icy edge as he sucks on your neck, slowly savoring the taste of your blood as he drinks it down.

This, is his favorite way to feed from you, with his cock buried deep inside you, feeling you completely around you. You gasp as you watch the way he comes to life more and more as he feeds from you. The slight chill of his skin completely melts away, radiating more warmth than you as he takes you in. His hair fills out even more, his already soft tresses looking much thicker, letting you see hints of the red that's so deep a blood red it's almost black as the shadows he commands. The shadows around the room completely fill the space, almost surrounding you in a cover of shade as he fervently tastes you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he grabs you roughly by the thighs, sitting up on his knees. His lips don't leave your neck for an instant as he sucks harder, faster, grabbing at your frantically. His hands are everywhere, on your thighs, your ass, the small of your back, before one of them tugs on your hair and tilts your head to the other side. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, of the deep honey amber gleaming in the darkness, before his fangs sink into your skin right where your neck meets your collarbone. He holds you in place with a burst of strength, moaning as you cry out against him, holding onto him for dear life. You feel his cock pulsing deep inside you with need, exponentially increasing your own arousal as you moan unabashedly.

You throw your head back, almost ready to cum from the feeling of his lips and fangs alone, before he pulls back sharply. You're both panting hard as he licks your wounds closed. A single drop of blood flows down between your breasts, a drop he ever so languidly traces with his tongue as he moans aloud. "Fuck you taste good, my dear." He whispers, his voice deep and smooth enough to send shivers of arousal right to your clit, "So fucking good, and I'm gonna devour you all fucking night."

Oh my god I forgot I have a pdf of some of the DMC notebook, you guys wanna see some highlights (it's 4 years old)

Apology video. With tears. NOW

"but there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."

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This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.

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The 501st have a reprogrammed battle droid they painted to match them. his name is OB-1 and Anakin programmed him to sound and act like obi wan. Cody despises it.

March 5-7, 2024 - it just happens sometimes.

Supernatural has been trending on and off since March 5. At first glance it doesn't appear like anything major happened, which had people a bit baffled, including yours truly.

It looks like there's been a surge in general spn posting (there's been quite a lot of art appearing as well), with potential organised effort into tempting the universe. What's more, an additional timestamp was published for Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits, a very well-known destiel fanfic from 2016, which had been posted as a commission for Rally for Palestine [x] [x], and which got people posting as well. Not to mention that the confusion about the trend likely caused people to post even more about Supernatural, trying to find out what kind of disaster had happened this time, which would've contributed to the tag appearing.

Or maybe it's just yet another time when Supernatural trends just to disturb the peace and remind people of its existence. Wouldn't be the first time.

Big shoutout to @goldrushzukka, @destieldisaster, and @casismybestfriend for the information, this one had me confused [x].

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I love places where I can walk around outdoors barefoot. makes me feel like a persistence predator

found an unfinished animatic for the season 9 first day, ✨hweat shenanigans✨ that i started a year ago ( o_o wdym a year ago ) And i kinda can't finish it now, so here you go!

yes, thats a horse head, its essential

also have a meme

i did a high resolution version as well but then i remembered why i wanted to do the animatic in the first place... and it's for that moment when a goofy looking horse cuboid head stares at you with its nose and you can't even see it's eyes

“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

"Shanks, have you ever been in love?"

The red head quirked a brow at the boy's question, smirking teasingly. "Aren't you a bit young to worry about such things?"

Luffy shrugged. "I don't really care, but adults seem to think it's important."

Shanks gave a small smile. He really wished everything could be as simple as it was in a kid's thought process.

He answered the question truthfully after a tired sigh. "Once."

"Once?"

"Yes. Once."

Luffy looked at him curiously with big eyes. "What did she look like?"

Shanks longingly watched the sea, his hair swaying in the breeze and his eyes glazed with memories. "His hair was the colour of the sky. His eyes, the colour of the sea. And you know a pirate's first love is always the sea!" He chuckled. "So I really didn't have a choice other than falling for him."

Luffy looked thoughtful for a moment before asking another question. "What did he choose?"

Shanks frowned, staring at the horizon as if searching for something, someone, that want there. "... I don't know. I just know it wasn't me."

never thought i'd be giggling over a dark, bloody, murderous show. what the fuck has nbc's hannibal done to me.