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grimesgirll · 9 days

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“nah, baby, i’m not gonna be able to stop when i start.”

“let’s share then!”

“blood?”

you nod eagerly and daryl shakes his head again, muttering a no, baby, it’s not a good idea but your hand is on his bicep, bare neck front and center, and you feel him twitch in his pants beneath you. letting out a naughty giggle, you grind further onto your beloved vampire. “c’mon,” you coo. “you know you wanna.”

“you know i do, girl,” daryl breathes against your shoulder when you lean down to begin kissing his own, trailing up to his neck. he shudders with you on atop him. “baby,” he protests as you place hot, open mouthed kisses all over his pale skin.

"then why don't you let me taste you and i'll let you taste me?"

you propose that as if daryl hadn't seen the fucking face of god last time he'd tasted you.

"drinking from your kind is dangerous." he tells you immediately, even scooching back as if to not be so close to your irresistible smelling neck.

"but i trust you!" you insist and wrap your arms around him to pull the cold blooded man close to your chest. "why don't you trust me on this?"

"because i love you too much for you to let me drain you in the fucking bed."

a huff escapes you. "dare',"

"don't start that."

"but you'll be able to control yourself. i know it," you promise and press a kiss to his cheek, then his lips, reveling in how he softened into you. you only withdraw your lips to assure him, "let's just do it. i wanna taste you, dare'." your lips twinge into a crooked grin once daryl slides off slightly to reach off the side of the bed.

a flash of silver from the nightstand and daryl’s raising a freshly incised wrist to your lips.

for me? you mouth before parting your lips to let the thick liquid fall between them.

you haven’t had much vampire blood before. only once before in a dire emergency had daryl offered you his wrist. it feels special - like he’s yielding something sacred when it coats your tongue and you swallow what john hopkins' leading biologists had deemed the ultimate life blood.

daryl drops his wrist after you down a mouthful and is suddenly transfixed by how rapidly black, vivid dilation consumes your once bright eyes. only a thin ring of color remains on the edge of your iris. wooziness sets in and daryl's rushing to curl you into his side and recline you on the satin pillows of your shared bed. he can't help but swell in his pants at the spectacle he's made of you lolling your tongue out just a little to catch the dribble down your lips.

“now it’s your turn.”

“girl i said-,”

“-i know what you said!” you exclaim. daryl’s darkened eyes widen at your outburst. you sweep a tress of hair behind your head and roll your eyes. “i’m gonna be fine. please, dare’!” you pout. “i know you can just take a little. try it!”

“but what if-,”

“-you won’t.”

now you're nearly on top of your undead lover again - hands planted on his uncut forearm to urge him. "dare', it's only fair."

"it's not fair to drain you, baby," your auburn haired boyfriend counters. "you know how vamps get about fairy blood."

"just try it," and despite his speed, he almost misses the knife you're about to clean off. "hey!" you protest once he tosses it across trhe room.

"fine, just let me," daryl gives in.

you beam with delight. your lips find his again and envelope them, slipping your tongue inside as you bring his strong, calloused hand to your collarbone and slant into the welcoming bed. the hesitation you sense, you try to assuage with a thoughtful hand on his chest, twisting to touch his torso and draw him against you.

the sound of daryl's robust fangs coming forth has you already dripping. you squirm against his weight, already tilting your hips beneath him and his dick isn't even out.

"you ready, baby?"

a gentle hand comes to your chin, and daryl's wondering if it's even fair to ask you this in this rapturous state. to no one's surprise, you're nodding and begging for him to "just fucking bite" you already.

without further ado, daryl dips his fanged bite to the delicate skin of your neck. those sharp, penetrating teeth don't even factor into your experience. you're waiting for pain - daryl told you it sometimes hurt.

devoid of it or delayed, the pain never comes. just pleasure.

"ah, fuck!" you croon lustily. echoing your expletive with another moan. you feel daryl stop, not sucking or puncturing further. you whine and hook your leg under and around his. "don't stop," you demand raggedly.

so he doesn't. daryl drops his incisors fully into your neck, murmuring something through a blood filled mouth into your neck.

"fuck, dare'," you rasp.

the tugging through your neck, through your veins is only a dull, thrilling ache with daryl’s blood in your system. he may as well just be kissing your neck - delivering the ultimate hickey. whatever pain the bite victims on the news went on about when the anti-VRA people clearly did not present while infused with vampire blood.

it's not long before your boy is coming up for air.

blood dripping from his mouth, he's never looked more handsome.

you immediately pull him in for a sloppy kiss, not caring for the irony taste of you on his tongue or wondering why he's not insisting that he wipe off before he kisses you. no, daryl's arching into the kiss and returning your bump and grind with his own hips. you giggle into his mouth. daryl's high on fairy blood. your favorite.

ferocity takes over your formerly - somewhat - tame creature of the night. inhabitations dead and buried, daryl's not hesitating this time to get his lips on your neck - or to hike down your skirt. your legs kick desperately as you wiggle your brown skirt past your ass and suddenly your legs are in the air. held by one hand, your knees crunch above your chest and your panties are thrown to the floor. nose sharply inhaling as if he could siphon every delicious scent, every delectable drop of you from his nose through your clit.

"mhmm," you coo needily. "daryl!"

a tongue laves its way around your clit from side to side, then up and down as if blood drunk daryl couldn't decide. those unwavering hands keep your thighs propped up regardless. you buck and thrash but with daryl's hands on you, you remain still and twitch into his touch. your musk still dancing on his tongue and on the tip of every one of his senses just as he digs his fingers into your thighs. that seemingly supernatural tongue flicks around your clit and teases your core.

a buildup is on the brink of collapse before you even know it. there's no warning sign except for an involuntarily husk and the slick suddenly complimenting and wetting his pretty, pleasure driving lips already coated in your whimsical blood. the same fairy blood that he's going to his head. he can't tell if he's pussy drunk or overdosing on your sweetness.

and you can't tell the difference between time and space. both entities flicker on the edge of your peripherals as a blinding, body curling rush crashes through you. lightning can't compare. no tongue in the world could have you coming undone this way. if you two weren't so wrapped up in each other and the potency of your blood, you may be embarrassed but there's no room to be embarrassed with a vampire between your legs. a creature who loves nothing more than to build you up even past the point of breaking. he can't help but grow louder and even more aggressive in his tongue led campaign against your sensitive, fleshy core. you tighten and untighten, coil and burst until you're convulsing and coming onto daryl.

there's no chance to catch your breath as the wild weapon weaves even more neediness into you with the sweetness he's stealing from between your thighs. the campaign proceeds north, detailing a messy, hot, purple trail from your lower lips along your torso, your tits and to the lips quivering, still trying to trap breath in any way possible.

you're indulging in your own sweet, slick musk from daryl's lips and encircling your arms around him for anchorage once more. your hips on top of each other propels daryl in motion to yank his pants down. between you, his boxers are sliding down and he's knocking them off the bed.

an animalistic growl erupts from him just at the sensation of your slick pussy beneath his girthy cock. dick in hand, daryl is lining up with your slip n' slide of an entrance. suddenly you're pleading. puffing out pleases all while daryl sucks up the divine array in front of him.

head buried into your chest, it's easier to combat the chaos your blood has swirling around in your head. its heat inducing and dastardly just how hot you are like this. punctures on your neck healing, tits bouncing with every bated breath, voice dripping like honey. the vampire presses fangless kisses against your skin when he finally pushes his hips forward.

"fuck!" is your exclamation of choice.

"so fuckin' good," daryl husks into your chest.

an inch or two at a time is how daryl takes you. a tit cupped in one hand and yours in the other, daryl is sure to grate against your clit as he eases in. each labored moan eggs him to go further. the vulgar syllables you're uttering only urge daryl. eventually he's eating up every fuck, shit, and jesus christ with a crushing kiss.

hot and heavy, you two rapture yourselves into the most sinfully delightful rhythm. the drag of his cock against you feels like the finest massage. the edges of your vision are already spotty, so you just coax daryl closer and clench down on his cock.

"fuck," you two rasp in unison.

"c'mon, dare'," you're already croaking. "i'm already close."

daryl doesn't need to look up from licking the fervid skin of your breasts to know your lips are swollen, eyes blinking back tears, and dumbstruck. but when he finally tilts his head up, it makes all the difference. then he's diving to meet your lips.

those thigh muscles work into you without pause. thumping and smacking the wall, the bed feels like a faraway universe compared to the world outside.

your muscles tighten around him to remind that you are so close. so close that a finger against your clit has you squealing. daryl only subjects you to the dual motions long enough to feel the tension in your core crumble and crush his cock. he doesn't need every sense heightened by fairy blood to fill you up faster than he'd like. now though, with no resolve or reason he can summon to stop, he's on the edge of euphoria.

daryl immersed in you has you riding the same high. teary eyes long to capture the sight of him so relaxed. removed from any drama or stress, you wish you two could roll around like this every day. to thrust your face towards his and feel his stubble, to kiss hungrily, and feel his lips on yours as he finishes.

spurting into you like no tomorrow, daryl drives his hot seed into you. the hips that have you pinned to the sheets show no sign of stopping. in and out, in and out. the motion repeats itself as daryl rams every last bit of himself into you and you snap and shriek.

tremors trickle through you until they're turning to thunder crackles around daryl's cock. the sounds spilling from you two soundtrack your thoroughgoing, salacious release. "holy fuck, you feel good inside of me," you're cawing into his ear as you canter closer to coming down.

blissed out on the bed, the two of you don’t know where one of you begins and the other ends. tangled together is the only state you can comprehend. a whimper runs through you once daryl gently tugs his cock from your messy pussy. the cool air coasting up and down your folds startled you, not as much as the finger gathering up your slick - which daryl licks clean.

“fuck, and how many hours to dawn?” you ask, sitting up on lazy elbows.

“long enough for you to get some sleep.”

you huff. even through teary, lusty eyes you’re

“you gotta sleep off the v, girl.”

“it’s not v.” you argue instantly. you curl up to daryl’s side and drop your chin onto his shoulder. “it’s you. i don’t wanna sleep you off.”

“well you’re gonna be bouncin’ off the walls if you don’t,” and when your fingers start sliding down your lover’s torso, he takes the time to wrestle you into the soft mattress. instantly, his mouth is attached to your already healing wound - courtesy of the v, his blood.

pinned beneath daryl, you could go to sleep. fade into the mattress or the feeling of pure joy consuming you. but then you hook a leg around his and when your eyes meet, his are blacked out. or you could go for round two?

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manfuckthisimout · 3 months

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Min yoongi who plays innocent and acts like he doesn’t know what he does to you.

Stretching his biceps above his head, making sure to flex his arms and back muscles. You are staring at him, of course you are, and he peers back at you over his shoulder, Cheshire grin and narrowed eyes. The fucker looks like the cat who’s got the cream.

Because at the end of the day he has gotten the cream hasn’t he? Him and that stupid white v neck (you know the one I’m talking about) will have you drooling and pawing at him until he has your legs over his shoulders and his cock in your sweet little cunt.

#yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suga x reader #suga x you #boyfriend yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #suga x y/n #suga fluff #suga fanfic #suga #suga smut #yoongi fluff #he makes me pull my hair out #I saw that pic of him in that v neck and I wanted to bite his neck among other this so I wrote this <3 #i love him forever

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stupidfatslut420 · 2 days

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Butt of the day?? Not that I’m obsessed with it or anything

spank it

#i LOVE my fat hairy ass i wish i could bite it myself #v

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z-lagorio · 1 year

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Cover artwork and lyrics for Kerry’s single ‘Aching Ecstasy’.

You have me in a bind, soft rope against my skin Ecstatic from your loving pain, you keep on pushing in Pressed into the mattress, your hands around my neck Veins are bursting with desire, drowning in our sweat • Aren't you tired, baby? You can put your weight on me Head to head and chest to chest, you're begging for relief • Turn you on and watch you change You open me up and I'm aching for days Give me the hungry imprint of your teeth Keep on making me yours Keep on making me yours • Your blade against my throat, and "harder" on my lips I wait for your permission, you press bruises to my hips Mirror on the wall shows the reflection that we make Every thrust has me craving for the moment when you break • Aren't you tired, baby? You can put your weight on me Head to head and chest to chest, you're begging for relief • Turn you on and watch you change You open me up and I'm aching for days Give me the hungry imprint of your teeth Keep on making me yours Keep on making me yours • I'm blinded by tears and you turn off the lights I trust you, consume me, night after night Devout and addicted, got me chasin' that high • You'd make me forget my own name if it wasn't always on your lips The way you claim me, baby, taught me the meaning of bliss Show me I'm yours without words, just with pain Bound to your body by seething hot chains This art has been done for months now and is being published with chapter seven of my VxKerry fic Muses. Listen to the song that inspired Aching Ecstasy here! Credit for the lyrics goes to rockerboyrepo and me. (read more for the clean artwork)

#i love this art actually #kerry has always been a kinky bastard you can't change my mind #me when me when the when the #me when men have bite marks and hickeys #kerry bottom bitch confirmed #art #artists on tumblr #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #fanfic #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x v #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #fanart #cyberpunk 2077 fanart

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white-weasel · 4 months

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Before I watched Saw IV and V, all I knew about Hoffstrahm was that they had a bit of an antagonistic relationship to each other (that caused people to ship them) and there was a scene where they’re in a Saw trap together and one of them gets into a glass coffin to survive while the other subsequently dies

All this to say: I thought the whole glass coffin scene was supposed to be Strahm sacrificing himself by shoving Hoffman into the box and Hoffman watching in horror, trying to open the coffin but being unable to… and in hindsight I could not have been more wrong about any of the context of the scene lol

#me: omg it’s gonna be so sad when jigsaw traps them in a room and only one of them can survive :(((#kinda like a parallel to the bathroom trap in the first movie except this time it will end with a selfless choice :(((#saw v: … anyways here’s Hoffman tricking Strahm into meeting him in a death trap room and making sure that no matter what choice he makes #he’s gone bite it. just one way much more violent than the other #and this is by no means meant to imply that I don’t love the actual film because I do #just funny to point out expectations vs reality for me lol #saw v #mark Hoffman #saw series #saw franchise #Peter Strahm #Hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #white weasel talks #I scream about saw

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chevvy-yates · 13 days

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fcundaticnsofdecay · 8 months

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status: closed

pairing: everly & ezra

with: @darkwants

it felt like it had taken her forever to realize what she was meant to do. there had been so many ups, downs, twists and turns. not the mention the total failure of a relationship. she had finally realized that she didn't want to keep doing what people thought. that she wasn't concerned with what her grandma wanted from her. it had led her down a very unexpected path. she had purchased her very own food truck. it was thanks to a tattoo artist named andres that she had a very unique design on it. he had also been the one to give her some of the ink that she currently had.

she had named it street savories because she thought it was catchy and easy to remember. she had hired a few people to help and food costs were low. she had made herself a success by just being herself. she had embraced the things that she used to fear. it certainly explained the hot pink streaks in her hair, the septum piercing, her tongue and just how she overall dressed. she had even been hired for weddings and other events.

that afternoon they were working at a car show. it wasn't her usual gig but she figured it wouldn't matter. the line was insanely long and the people just kept coming. she was in her element, taking orders, cooking or handing off the food. that day she was dressed in a cropped black shirt that had the truck's name on it. her hair was thrown back in what looked like an effortless messy bun. she had folded up a bandana to use it as a headband. another thing was different was the red stamp on the back of her hand. it was the tattoo for one of the most exclusive clubs in town that only a select number of people knew about.they had music blasting and she was laughing as she heard jameson cursing the damn panini press.

she was going to grab her tablet and was leaning out, yelling back about how they had more straws in the back. her gaze was firmly on the tablet," sorry about that! my employees apparently forgot where everything is today,' she joked," what can i get started for you?"

#c: everly #darkwants #everly ft ezra #darkwants: everly ft ezra 06 #v: love has teeth that bite and wounds that never close

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jokerislandgirl32 · 7 days

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alr violet i got a question for ya.

if you ever bite zachs cheek as a flirt, does he make a cruch noise

(he's shaped like a dorito istg 😭😭😭)

Aww, thanks for the question dear! Well, I will not deny that he has a Dorito shaped head…I mean the proof is in the pudding, or so they say…

And as a side note our twin boys inherited his Dorito head, Zach’s literally got mini Dorito clones running around…(stressed momma rant, don’t mind me…)

But, when I bite his cheek, because I do, (Zach: yeah, you do 😏), it actually sounds more like this: