#Just kinky vibes

[singsweetmelodies]

mehehehe.....piarles + 25 or 45 🫶

25 = Green Card Marriage

45 = Vampire and Hunter

hehehehehehehe... let's see about 25 and 45 🤭👀

"It's brilliant, Charlito!" Pierre insists, spreading his arms like he's saying, come on. "I'm a hunter, so I'm allowed to settle in any country I want. If you're married to me, you'll be allowed to settle there too, and you can get that position at Rutgers like you have always wanted."

Charles folds his arms. "I'm a vampire, Pierre," he reminds him, pointedly. "Or have you forgotten?"

Pierre folds his arms, too, mirroring Charles' own pose. "Of course I haven't forgotten, calamar."

Calamar. As always, the nickname takes Charles right back - to that day in the back of his parents' garden, when Pierre had decided to come over for a surprise visit and he'd found Charles. Drinking. It had only been from a blood bag, of course (Charles would never kill a person, and he'd been too young then to know about charming someone to let him drink just a few sips) but it had still been more than enough for Pierre to understand what was going on. Pierre had frozen where he stood, eyes blown wide.

And Charles had thought, no no no, and he'd thrown himself at Pierre before he could think better of it. "Please don't leave, Pierrot, please, I promise I'm not evil and we're not evil, I don't care what they say on the news because it's not true, we don't hurt people, we don't hurt anyone, just... please don't go. You're my best friend, please -"

Pierre had stopped him there, putting a gentle hand over Charles' mouth. "I don't care that you're a vampire, Charles," he'd said with surprising firmness for a ten-year-old. "You're my best friend too. And, anyway, you're less of scary vampire and more like... a clingy little squid."

"I'm not!" Charles had shrieked, but of course Pierre had taken to calling him that every day from that moment on. (Charles never protested too much, because the nickname always felt like Pierre's way of saying I know what you are and you're my best friend anyway; I'm not going anywhere.)

"... Charles? Earth to Charles?" Pierre is asking, waving his hand in front of Charles' face. "Ah. Hello again. Did you go to vampire-planet?"

"You know we're from the same planet as you," Charles says immediately, rolling his eyes. "Or didn't they teach you that at hunter school?"

"Mmm, no, I think I skipped that module," Pierre says, and then he grins cheekily, tongue between his teeth.

Charles swats at him, and Pierre catches his wrist easily, his Hunter-trained reflexes quick as ever. Charles' breath catches.

It shouldn't be hot. It should be the opposite of hot, for fuck's sake - those kinds of reflexes are trained to kill people like Charles.

Except, Pierre didn't become a hunter to kill vampires. No - he did it for Charles. Not to hunt him, but to learn how to protect him from other hunters.

So, yeah. It's seriously hot when Pierre shows off some of those skills of his.

"Are you going to let go of me?" Charles asks, swallowing thickly. He can't help the way his gaze flickers to Pierre's fingers wrapped around his wrist, still holding him tightly in place.

You could hold me like that any time you want, Charles thinks, and fights against his blush. It shouldn't even be possible for vampires to blush, for fuck's sake, but Pierre manages to get Charles to do it anyway.

Pierre, thankfully, seems oblivious to Charles' spiralling thoughts. He winks at Charles, playful and cheeky as he always is. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Not until you agree that my idea is brilliant."

And, right. Right. Charles had almost forgotten the reason why they're even here - Pierre's stupid, hair-brained scheme to get Charles his dream job at Rutgers.

Rutgers, which still does not allow any supernaturals onto its teaching staff, let alone Monégasque vampires.

"It's a terrible idea," Charles says flatly. "They'll never let me teach there if they suspect I'm a vampire."

"But if you're married to a hunter, nobody will ever suspect you're a vampire," Pierre points out, triumphantly. "See? It's genius."

Charles has to admit that it's... clever. Absolutely insane, yes, but clever.

Pierre must be able to read it on his face, because his eyes light up like his favourite F1 team has just won a race. "See! You do think it'll work!" he crows.

"I don't think -" Charles tries, but Pierre cuts him off with a dramatic sigh.

"I've done all the research, Cha. Trust me, there's no way that this can go wrong."

There is, Charles thinks, only a little despairingly. It's not so much that he's worried about getting caught - no, Charles is pretty good at charming officers by now. Half of the time, he doesn't even have to use his hypnotism.

What he's far more worried about is the fact that he'll be married. To Pierre.

Pierre, who he's only been in love with since the first time he called Charles "calamar" and stayed when anyone else would have left.

Pierre, who Charles knows would taste sweeter than anyone else in the world. Because that's the thing about being a vampire and being in love with someone: even one tiny sip of their blood will sustain you sixteen times longer than a random person's would.

It's bad enough just like this, when they're just friends, and Pierre throws his head back to laugh or slides his arm around Charles' waist, and Charles has to fight with himself to keep his fangs tucked away - because even though Pierre is so close and smells so good, he is not Charles' to taste or Charles' to have.

It's hard enough to hold himself back when they're just friends. Charles has no idea how the hell he'll be able to do it if they're fucking married.

But as always when Pierre suggests a hare-brained scheme, Charles is helpless in the face of his sparkling blue eyes and half-cheeky, half-pleading smile.

"Okay, calamar," he agrees, and even though he might just have signed the warrant for his own death-by-slow-torture-of-wanting-his-best-friend-too-much, it's worth it a thousand times over for the way Pierre beams at him and uses the wrist he's still holding to tug Charles into a tight hug.

"Rutgers, here we come!"

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme)

#50 romance prompts meme #piarles #piarles fic #myfic #vampire x hunter x green card marriage #this is...... WELL IT'S CERTAINLY SOMETHING #perhaps not my most coherent something because it's 3-bloody-AM here #but i kind of like it #the vibes are DEFINITELY here i think #and now i kind of want a sequel with them married and charles pining and wanting pierre SOOOO BAD #and pierre obviously wanting him back just as bad because of COURSE he loves charles too #and he secretly thinks it would be *so* hot if charles drank from him... 😵‍💫 he'd be a kinky bastard like that #ANYWAY. so many thoughts! #thank you SO much for this prompt phoebe ilyyyy #🫶🫶🫶🧛

[miss-mossball]

♥️ The red means I love you ♥️

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Riri belongs to @duckroulette<3

#blood tw #doodle heaven #my ocs #rou's amazing ocs #riri nordlicht #cain wolfe #riri x cain #something with vampire x werewoof vibes for halloween :> #except shes not a vampire just the queen of hearts #riri and cain love eachother very much and they are also very kinky #thats not rlly something out of the norm for our ocs but they lean into the more uhhhhhhhhh risky stuff?

[thelastunison]

No longer yours to control

#koito otonoshin #gk koito #golden kamuy #Bennett's drawings #went through a bit of a process with the choice of the metal handcuffs on this one #first wanted him to cut himself free with a knife so I could have part of tsurumi's face reflected in the blade #but I wasn't sure what he was supposed to cut through #couldn't be a leash because 1) that'd be too kinky for the vibe I was going for with this #2) I felt it could be too reminiscent of another koito fanart someone else did #didn't make much sense to have tsurumi pull him by a leather strap attached to his wrist #so that left me with handcuffs as the only choice that made sense and would symbolically work #THEN the problem was that I couldn't have him cut through the metal with a knife because that would just look silly #so it had to be a metal saw instead. Still tried to have Tsurumi's face reflected on one of the surfaces but it just. didn't work

[hibiscusfl]

Just me and my half smile

#just me #afro #kinky hair #black women #black girl aesthetic #black girl magic #pretty lips #chill vibes #soft #black girls of tumblr #black beauty #women of color

[shaniacsboogara]

how can i give kisses to pretty odd the studio album by panic at the disco

#literally a no skip album #the vibe it creates is just... IMMACULATE #not a brendon urie fan but this album is one of my favourites ever #(okay fine i also watch his soul of a man kinky boots performance but I DON'T LIKE HIM AS A PERSON OKAY) #(and plus it's a bootleg so he gets no money from it 😈🙏)

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Thinking. Many thoughts. floydsin rly is my tpm otp, cuz boy i cant stop thinking abt them. Im like that last Sandman episode when dream tells that asshole thats hes gonna have too many ideas now and he almost fucking dies because of it that is literally me rn with floydsin. They just have the best dynamic for me idk what it is

One Au ive been fond of is that the daggers r some sort of vague special agents team and bob is their guy in the chair, along with the other WSOs from the movie, but hes like their "boss" per say. And jake is the cocky, "i do shit alone" type of agent, the one everyone hates but is super hot and everyone also knows the guy has Issues™ but hes too busy being an asshole for anyone to rly care about it.

And the crux of their dynamic, The Scene, is when jake decides to go offline with his ear piece, in a zone without visual aid for the computer team, which therefore means they got no fucking clue whats going on. And it leaves bob Livid. And up until that point, bob was just a guy who they knew could do his job well, but no one really got close to except his team, cuz he takes his job seriously and doesn't want any of them to die out there. Which is exactly why hes angry at Jake in the first place, not because jake disobeyed clear orders to never turn off an earpiece unless absolutely necessary, but because doing That could mean having to explain to his family why hes fucking dead without any of them even knowing his true last words.

Its the first time they see 1) bob scream and be genuinely angry, 2) hangman ashamed and quiet. Jake gets a new understanding of not only Bob but his role on his fucking survival but also understands that apparently bob wasn't even surprised at what he did, just disappointed and tired. And yes it is here when jake starts to crush on bob. Again, the guy has issues we all know this.

And this is just one of my many, MANY, aus where the main couple is either floydsin or floydsin that turns into floydsinshaw cuz i love bradley too much to help myself

#top gun maverick #top gun au #floydsin #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #robert bob floyd #bob top gun #hey look i posted a thing #come get yall headcanons #i also have: a private investigators au with floydsinshaw that is absolutely delicious #an au with secret hitman bradley that woos oblivious bob. jakes also a hitman. theres so much backstory on this one #an au inspired by like minds a wee tiny bit. also with floydsin. bob is the murder gay one btw. jake is weirdly turned on by it #one where bob n jake both try to win over bradley even after their meet ugly where jake tried to rob bob n he kissed him out of panic #OH the one where bobs a farmer with rhett abbot vibes n jakes a priest and its purely an excuse for them to have kinky sex everywhere #in conclusion theyre living rent free in my mind and just trashing the place completely

[harmonictechnicality]

*snippet of chapter 5 vamp!eddie fic I'm currently writing :)*

(cw: they are discussing blood quite a bit... cause vampire)

For someone inane reason, Eddie makes Steve stand over in the corner of the room. He sits on the other side, lays on the other side. Diagonally across from Steve. As far away as he can get.

“I don’t see how this is necessary.” Steve kicks at the wall, hands in his pockets.

“We’re talking about describing something I crave.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling. Hands folded up behind his back. Laying on top of them. Constraining them maybe.

“Just need to create some distance so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t like how much you trust me.”

“You would’ve killed me by now if you wanted to, Eds.” Steve firmly believes that. “You hated me the first time we talked and you didn’t kill me then.”

Eddie looks up at him for a moment. “This time is different.”

“How?”

Eddie’s rings knocking into one another like tarnished church bells as he talks. “Have you ever seen one of those commercials on tv that are ads for fast food burgers?” 

“The ones that use lots of enticing adjectives that’ll make you jump in your car and go to the drive-thru?”

Duh. “Yeah.” Steve leans into the corner. “What about it?”

“That’s basically what I’m doing here.” Eddie lays back down. “I’m describing the only meal I’ll ever crave, and you're right there. No tv screen. No drive-thru. No challenge.”

“You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.”

Steve’s joints feel rigid. 

“This is a bad idea, Steve.”

“Probably.” Definitely is.

“You still want to risk it?”

He’s not sure how or when his sense of fear got turned off, but it did. All Steve cares about is his tingling curiosity. And it didn’t earn it’s infamous proverb about murdering cats for nothing…

“Fucking tell me already, Munson.”

Eddie’s hands go behind his back again. He shuts his eyes and sucks in air through his mouth.

“Everyone’s blood smells different. Everyone’s blood smells drinkable.”

“But your blood..” Eddie’s eyelids scrunch tighter. Shutting them harder.

“Your blood would make fragrance chemists weak in the knees.”

Eddie mentions ‘knees’ and Steve’s legs instinctively lock up. Blocking his blood flow to go anywhere else in his body.

This is how people faint.

This might be why Steve faints.

“It’s like you have cinnamon and an ocean breeze churning in your veins.” Eddie continues. Inhaling through his nose this time.

Not to breathe. 

To smell him.

To scent him.

“Whatever celestial being that created you, just injected all of the best aromas of autumn and summer into your bloodstream. Stuck you on earth to smell like a seasonal daydream.”

Force of attraction takes control over Steve’s ambulatory skills. He’s walking over to Eddie without even trying.

He’s bending down next to Eddie without even thinking.

‘You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.’ He hears Eddie’s hazardous observation repeat like hiccups in his mind, but it doesn’t matter.

The orbit of Eddie Munson just became impossible to resist.

“You shouldn’t.” Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, even as Steve approaches.

He kneels down beside him. Wanting to do something - not really sure what.

Kiss him. 

Touch him.

Exist with him.

Steve’s not sure.

“I trust you, Eds.”

“Like I said.” Eddie licks over his teeth. His fangs click down into place. “You shouldn’t.”

But Steve does. He hopelessly trusts Eddie, even with his fangs locked in. Even when he’s sparking energy off his body. 

He trusts him because Eddie is Steve’s friend.

He trusts him too much because Steve feels even more than friendship with him.

“We should talk about last week.” Steve isn’t thinking clearly, not in the proper mindset to discuss things logically. But he doesn’t know what else to do.

His options were to say that, or ‘Eddie, I have feelings for you and I think we should makeout with your fangs still down.’

And Steve is not gonna throw that sentence out into the air.

Eddie turns onto his side, his expression is serious.

“Right now?”

“If not now, then when?”

“When I don’t have sharp weapons in my mouth maybe.”

Steve exasperates. “Just… Can’t you put them away?”

“Not when you’re this close.” Eddie sits up, rising slowly. “Not when your blood is right under my nose - smelling so good.”

Steve’s brain goes all sloshy the way Eddie says it.

“You like it, huh?” That is not an appropriate response, Steve. It comes out like a girl jabbing on the phone, twirling her hair.

Like Steve is being fucking coy with a vampire.

“Starting to get a bit of a contact high off your scent, I think.” Eddie’s nostrils are widely flared out. Not in a human way anymore.

Steve abandons the talking idea with that statement. Lets that notion that someone feels drugged off of him destroy all of his logical thinking skills.

It’s all lust now.

“Do you want to bite me?” Steve crawls closer to Eddie because he lets him. He practically has his arms reaching out for Steve, fangs glinting in a smile.

Steve doesn’t know why he asks that, he knows the answer. Maybe he’s the one getting a contact high from Eddie’s vampiric charm or some shit.

“I won’t though.” Eddie says, tranced by Steve’s low movement. 

Eddie’s eyes open long enough for Steve to see how big they are. Black pits blown out further than his flaring nostrils.

Steve’s fairly sure his eyes are equally dilated.

It’s midnight meeting midnight.

The misty stratosphere of desire is wrapping around each of them.

Steve getting brave from the mist.

Eddie getting glazed and honest from the mist.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Steve.”

the whole chapter is on ao3 - it's like 10,000 words, so I just put my favorite part up here :)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #things get vampire kinky *just* a bit #gonna be waaaaaay freakier by chapter 7 though #so if you're into that - come vibe with me

[im-not-even-sorry]

If I had a nickel for every time I sexualized a well-educated older physiotherapist with nice facial hair, a soft belly and steady warm large hands that tried to fix my elbow, I'd have three nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened thrice

#no i dont have a type whered you get that idea from #these people awaken the worst primal instincts within me #if you check all of those boxes im already taking off my clothes for you #its the perfect combination for my kinky brain just #✔️knowlegde✔️authority✔️vibe✔️tummy #medfet #queer feeder #trans feeder #sapiophile #sapiosexual #my post #shitpost

[emystic]

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Send 🔥 (or if emoji not available write "hot take") for the mun have. Bonus: for a specific topic and doesn't have to be RP related! / Accepting

@tiredstudents wanted a hot take from ya girl: 🔥

I think it's really weird when people constantly have to remind people how "attractive" or "kinky" their muse are on the dash if it's a constant thing. Not a once in a while thing, no this is their entire thing. Like at some point of time it gets really tired and weird as fuck. I can't help but feel like it's crying for attention for someone, ANYONE to just kiss or fuck their muse and I don't know I might be being too hard but for me it just comes across as needy. I don't really like following those types when I discover them, because they got nothing I want and I probably got nothing they want anyway.

This is not me saying, no one can ever talk about how sexy their muse is or what they like the bedroom or something, but if that's all you got on the table I ain't impressed. I don't have to be constantly reminded how "hot" your muse is or what they're willing to do in the bedroom 24/7 while their actual personality and character is about as exciting as a bag of stale bread.

#tiredstudents #opening letters; answered #if all i ever see is how cute or kinky or hot your muse is i'm clicking my brain off #cause that's surefire way to make NOT be interested in even trying to interact #like it's boring af to constantly see #no hate to people that are 100% focused on smut or romance or ships #just that's not my vibe

[faillen]

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#so x has made the call that they’d like us to just be friends l #which kinda sucks but I’m actually not very torn up about it #which I spose points to the fact that I wasn’t that invested—and I wasn’t #however on the BRIGHT side #I feel so much more confident now about approaching people #I think I might hit up that kinky they/them I met on lex and then ghosted for a month and see if they’re willing to forgive me for my crimes #anyway yeah tbh it’s more of an ego hit than anything in realizing they were just as vibe-y about it as I was #I hope they were genuine in saying they want to hang out as friends but we’ll just have to see!

[magnusbae]

okay but i also get SO ANNOYED by duck and dove??? like whyyyyyyy have those become the standard for dreamling fics,,,,,,, cant i just read about hob calling dream actually cute nicknames like love or medieval nicknames or sth,,,,

BUT i also approve of "lover of mine" as a nickname and 100% "my Dream"

Budddyyyyyyy each time I see it my eyes glaze over and I pretend I never read it!!!

If I see "Pet" I just straught on close the thing. We all have our demons and THIS IS THE PEOPLE'S WHO DECIDED ITS A SMART DECISION. It's like.

What's next. Horse? Fly? Hippo? Tyrannosaurus Rex?

Those are such unattractive pet names!! I feel like half the people use it just because they think it's literally part of the requirements to write the ship???

I think "Luv" for Hob works very well, and he'd definitely want to try and use modern pet names on dream.... Though, for Hob, the biggest love name is simply "Dream" because that's special to him.

#I AM NOT HIDING THIS. #I REALLY don't vibe it at all. #Those three pet names just don't VIBE. #But especially 'pet' that's the worst thing I've ever heard in my entire life. #Even kinky fics have the decency to write 'my pet' and not 'pet'......... #STANDARTS. You see. #anonymous #msg #Legit.

[ofsacriilege]

open to m/f/nb - based on this 

it’s been a long year and a half, chatting every single day and waiting for them to be released. the whole thing was so unexpected, something she’d stumbled upon by accident when trying to find something to kill the loneliness of long nights. things had escalated quickly from talking about how their day went and talking about school to dares and dirty pictures, a thousand things poppy had never even thought to do - filthy, dirty little things that make her blush just thinking about them. now they’re out and she’s waiting for them in the parking lot looking wildly out of place in a soft pink dress with blonde curls falling loosely around her face.

“finally!” she exclaims at the sight of them, rushing forward to pull them into an excited hug, saccharine sweet grin never leaving her face. “i thought they were never gonna let you leave.”

#open starter #indie smut rp #indie kink rp #smut rp #kink rp #poppy e. starter #PLEASE gimme this it's gonna be so good #lskdjfk also we can def take it any direction #can be super soft and still kinky but cute #or like hella dark lmao #also age gaps are DEF welcome #also don't give me like a one liner or anything but like #you don't have to match length #i just wanted to set vibes

[gerardwaysstarwarssheets]

was researching armor cause im bored but is it just me or does this look slutty as fuck

#its the pose i think? #yah im sure theres kinky shit to but besides that #just like general energy #the vibes if i may