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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Combining several kinks here, Hob’s favorite thing is feeding his vampire boyfriend, Dream! Hob makes sure to eat well himself, takes lots of vitamins and keeps himself well hydrated, all so that he can keep his beloved bloodsucker boyfriend in tip top shape. No other blood is good enough for dream.

Hob is plush and glowing with health and sun and he loves nothing more than letting dream drink from his femoral artery while kneading his thick thighs, before dream rolls him over and rims him into oblivion. And dream feels like the luckiest vampire with the best boyfriend in the whole world. Lord help anyone who judges them or tries to separate them.

Anon I stg you've been inside my brain, this is one of my faaaaavourite very specific kink things.

Hob considers it a point of pride to feed his boyfriend well. It's just the same as cooking him a nice meal at the end of a hard day, really. And when they first met Dream was so undernourished and pallid. Hob is NEVER letting him get like that again.

So he eats plenty of good, homemade meals. Lots of protein and fats so his body is always in top condition. He drinks at least 2 litres of water each day, takes supplements for extra iron, and makes sure that he gets lots of time in the sun for that Vitamin D. He's basically like one big luxury buffet for Dream to enjoy.

And boy does Dream enjoy it. He loves getting in between Hob’s chunky thighs and drinking his fill. If he's feeling extra kinky he'll sink his fangs very slightly into Hob’s plump tummy and let the blood ooze deliciously into his mouth. And he's always generous when he's had his fill - there's never a feeding session between them where Hob doesn't cum at least once.

Dream is glowing and healthy too these days. He always ends up full and sloshing with each meal, so that he manages to flush a cute pink colour while Hob rubs his belly. He looks very well fed and very loved, and Hob is extremely proud. The more healthy and happy Dream is, the more he wants to eat! And Hob can't wait to be the perfect meal for him, forever.

(And if he has a secret fantasy where he eats lots of cake while Dream feeds from him in turn... Dream is going to find out and make it reality sooner rather than later.)

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw blood #cw blood drinking #cw feederism #ish

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weathertheraine · 6 months

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Vampire tadashi ask!! Did he have to tell Kei and the rest of the team he was a vampire, or did they know already? How did that go? Love your fic by the way, it was so cute!

HELLO! I’m so sorry it’s very much not Halloween any more. But it IS Tadashi’s birthday. And vampire tadashi is forever so i still get to answer this :D

Kei does know he’s a vampire, and has known since the two were best friends as little kids (he’s a smart kid, and little tadashi isn’t super good at being sneaky. Like idk, kei comes over after school and tadashi suddenly remembers all he can offer him from the fridge is a bloodbag kdjfh. But thankfully tsukki is good at keeping secrets). Tadashi started occasionally drinking his blood at some point near the end of 1st year, and that continues through high school. He was much more hesitant than Kei about it.

The rest of the team don’t know, though. If anyone’s figured it out, it’s Takeda Sensei, he knows about this kind of thing (and could be a secret vampire himself, I’m not sure). In this world, vampires are like, known to Exist like people know they’re not fictional, but they’re much more underground than they were historically, and a small town like Karasuno isn’t likely to be used to them. So Tadashi is keeping it a secret. When Tadashi and Kei go to University in a bigger city, there are more people who are ‘out’ as vampires (and their humans lol) so they’re more open about it - it’s. A queer allegory. As vampires often are.

ty for the love on my fic I’ll always be proud of that one :3

#raine speaks #asks #answered #haikyuu!!#vampire au #vampire #vampires #cw blood drinking #not art

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scarrfaze · 7 months

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@punisheye liked for a starter

steven had denied himself, at first. perhaps out of some misplaced hope that this new affliction of his might only last a few days -- even as a human, he had a horrible habit of missing meals by virtue of being just too busy all of the time, so he couldn't see why this would be any different. riding it out would be easy.

of course he'd been wrong. naturally.

two days of denial had left him weak. three had made him unbelievably hungry in a way that couldn't be ignored. on the fourth day, he had finally snapped.

which would explain why he's currently extracting his teeth from the throat of the poor soul beneath him, blood still staining his lips, dripping down his chin. to be fair, the guy had tried to kill him first. something about steven being Unholy, which he certainly is now, he supposes. he knows he should feel bad, he should feel horrified. he doesn't.

he hears a noise behind him, and his head snaps up. the way he looks, almost feral, fangs bared, eyes flashing red, is a far cry from the normally congenial, easygoing man who helps run the local book cafe. speaking of...

"Shit." whoever steven expects to see staring back at him, it certainly isn't wolfwood. he notes that the other, much taller man is, well, even taller. he has horns. another kind of demon, probably. maybe the elephant in the room -- or body on the ground, in this case -- will be easy to explain away.

"They got you, too, huh?"

#punisheye #❅ ┊ EVENT: THE FANTASIA WAR #❅ ┊ PUNISHEYE 03 #today on 'making things more awkward with my boss'#cw blood #cw blood drinking

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techn0tony · 8 months

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I present to you: Donnie's design from my Future AU (that still does not have a name-)

Okay so a few things I should mention:

It's hard to see these details, but he has a robotic hand and eye (and one of his legs as well)

He is so fucking tall, he is taller than Leo even (but shorter than Raph of course). And yes he does tease Leo about it

He is the second brother to die, but I haven't decided his cause of death yet

There is a lore reason for places on his skin being blue, but it would be spoilers for my Separated AU if I told the reason x.x

This is the same Donnie from my Separated AU, my AU's are connected

EDIT MONTHS LATER LMAO:

Augh okay so actually I updated this recently: He does not die after Raph anymore, now Donnie is the first brother who dies

And the AU has a name now! It's the Genius Built AU

#a LOT of techno music and energy drinks led to me drawing this #and staying up until 2am #no i do not plan on sleeping /g #there may be things about donnie i forgot to mention #i am not sure agh #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #artists on tumblr #art #future donnie #technotony future au #tw blood #cw blood #technotony genius built au

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stainlesssteellocust · 2 years

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The struggle of trying to write people who are exceptionally powerful, capable and imposing while also making them the least sexy people in existence

Power is NOT an aphrodisiac in this case

The one we spend most time with is a full-on eunuch

Practically everyone thinks they're douchebags with only a couple of exceptions, some because they've literally been lied to

I could just play up the fact that they are cannibal torturers who drug their victims so they get a high from drinking their blood but some people are into that

#they need to be impressive the way a TANK is impressive the way a CROCODILE is #You respect it but you do not want to fuck it!#niche fetishes notwithstanding!#cold and sharp and sterile and sexless like disposable scalpel blades!#cw cannibalism #cw torture #cw blood drinking #cw drugs #cw Gorestained Fists of the Wounded King

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loujestrous325 · 8 days

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experimented with a more feral dealer tonight; i'd be glad if you enjoyed these. content warning for lightly suggestive content, blood and drinking.

expect more of him calling you "little mouse", that pet name fucked me up so badly yesterday... i fumbled for my own idea 💀💀💀

#buckshot roulette #fanart #buckshot roulette fanart #the dealer #buckshot roulette dealer #cw suggestive #cw blood #cw drinking #artists on tumblr #artistsontumblr

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stiffyck · 2 months

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vampire mumbo and vex scar. both are afraid to tell the other "hey i eat people" which is the only reason theyre not dating yet

#stiff talk #djfhbs #vampire mumbo who drinks human blood and scar who just eats ppl #they should hold hands #redscape #cw cannibalism #gtws #mumbo

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kieiswrite · 6 months

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i've been writing a few short ficlets relating to the possession au - scar, cub and a bunch of other hermits hunting ghost and getting possessed. horror themes but lighthearted! this one is about Scar and Cub getting into ghost hunting business. the next parts centering on Cleo here and Ren here —

Introducing: Scar & Cub Apparition Removal Agency

“‘SCARA’?” Cub’s tone is completely neutral, but the corner of his mouth twitches. He’s not convinced.

“Yeah! Pretty clever, right?” Scar grins at him. “We could make a logo with a scary monster eating the ghosts.”

“I see your name is in there,” Cub says, “while mine is not.”

“It’s in there! You’re the C, Cub! It’s only a coincidence that it spells out my name.” Scar stretches his arms. The chair creaks. “A happy accident, though—a lucky one, even, some would say, since I will be the head of the operation!”

“I see.” Cub lets the bottle swing slowly back and forth, holding the neck between his thumb and middle finger. Then he takes a sip. He doesn’t particularly like beer, but it’s a rare occasion Scar buys him a drink—even if it’s in the shabbiest bar of the block—so he does his best to enjoy it. “Mmh. And what did you say my role in all of this was going to be?”

“Now, I’m glad you asked, Cub! I’m so very glad you asked me that question.” Scar is drinking water. He’s broke again. “I thought of this plan, and then I immediately thought of you! And do you know why, Cubby? Let me explain what we’re going to do, but first, you need to cast your mind back, all the way back to—high school. Do you remember that night we played with the ouija board in the cellar?”

Cub considers. “I think so.” He takes another, deeper sip. “Yeah, I remember.”

Somebody stumbles past their table, leans briefly on the back of Cub’s chair for balance. The place is filling up. The cover of chatter and loud music gives them some privacy, but Scar edges closer nonetheless. “You had me with that,” he whispers, theatrical, holding up a finger. “You had me for years. No, don’t give me that look, it was a good performance, Cub! I never knew you could act like that. I thought—I really thought you were possessed by the Janitor Jack. The thing you did with your eyes was so creepy, and then you changed your voice and made the—I still have nightmares about the growl. I have nightmares, Cub! Just thinking about it now gives me the heebie-jeebies.” He laughs. “It really was something.”

“Yeah.” Cub’s expression doesn’t change at all, but he squeezes the bottle with both hands. “It was something.”

“So here’s what I thought: I’ll get the clients. I’ll speak to them, persuade them… We go to where they say the ghost is, and you get possessed by it. Just like you were possessed by Janitor Jack!” Scar’s grin widens. “And then we just figure out what we want the ghost to say. I can—I can film it, if the client is not with us, and—look here, Cub. Look what I’ve got!”

Scar lifts up the tattered gym bag he’s been dragging along. He opens the zipper and presents the items to Cub one after another: A couple of white candles, a box of chalk, a crucifix (“This one cost me nothing, got it from the lady across the street!” he says, beaming. “She likes me!”) and even a pack of salt with a discount sticker slapped on the top. He has also bought a new flashlight that against the odds looks relatively sturdy. He asks if Cub can lend him batteries.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Cub says, “but these look like the tools for the world’s cheapest and the most low effort exorcism. Think you have what it takes to kick out a ghost, Scar?”

“Of course! How hard could it be?” Scar makes a mock-ghostly sound and waves the crucifix in front of Cub’s face. “Begone, evil spirit! So—what do you say? Is app—apparel—ap-a-ah— help me out here, Cub!”

“Apparition.”

“Thank you! Is Apparition Removal Agency a go? Will you be my partner?” He drops the cross on the table and holds out a hand.

Cub thinks about it.

Him and Scar are old friends. Cub has been here before—being asked to take part in a questionable enterprise—and it has happened enough times that he can say with confidence: A good nine out of ten of Scar’s schemes are bound to fail.

Nine out of ten. As a business idea, this is ridiculous. Potentially dangerous too.

And it doesn’t matter. The grand success may ever be just around the next corner, but anything Scar has pulled him into he has never regretted, because the failures, as trivial or tragic as they may be, never fail to entertain.

“Sure thing,” he says. He shakes Scar’s hand. “You can count me in.”

—

The room has a musty smell. Time has given the once-white crocheted bedspread a dirty yellow tint. The curtains are drawn but thin enough to let through light. There’s still a glass on the nightstand, and a picture of some young people, likely relatives, maybe children. The atmosphere in the place is, granted, a little gloomy, considering somebody died here a few days prior, but all in all there’s nothing making the room seem particularly haunted.

Surely ghost hunters would be able to sense if there is a phantasmal presence nearby, even if it’s their first job.

Even if the pay is barely enough to cover their lunches and the gas for Cub’s car. They’ll get experience! And the word of the mouth will have the more lucrative work rolling in in no time!

“Let’s sit on the bed for this!” Scar is balancing his phone on the corner of the table, to capture the encounter with the ghost. “We will call for her, like, ‘Mary, Mary! Show yourself, Mary! Tell us what keeps you on this earthly plane!’ We’ll light the candles, and then—”

He turns around and cuts his sentence short. Cub has slumped on the bed, and his head hangs down. Dark hair over his eyes and he’s making a low, breathy noise—a snore?

“Cub!” Scar is at once amused and affronted. “You can’t sleep on a mission!”

Cub’s shoulders jerk. Slowly, he raises his head.

His mouth hangs slack. His eyes are cloudy, hazy, white.

Scar draws in a sharp breath. “Wh—Cub! I didn’t know you already started—I mean, is this—is this Mary? Is Mary here?”

Cub’s voice is a mumble. He sways from side to side. “Who are you?”

Okay. Okay! Cub is veering from the script, but that’s alright! Scar is a quick thinker. Good at improvisation. “We are from SCARA,” he says. Cub’s demeanor is unsettling, but Scar can’t get distracted by his acting chops. He sits down on the side of the bed. “I’m Scar, and we’re here to help you pass on, Mary. Just—talk to us. Tell us everything.”

“Everything?” Cub wheezes. His eyes search for Scar’s face, but don’t fully focus. “What is happening? Why am I so cold?”

It goes pretty much like they rehearsed from there. The ghost doesn’t know she’s dead. She takes it relatively well. She wants little things—she asks if she won the lottery (the ticket is in the drawer. Cub must have checked it while Scar wasn’t looking). She didn’t. She wants to send a letter to her granddaughter, and Scar writes down what Cub tells him to. It’s very sweet, some life advice, some family secrets.

Then, as Scar puts the paper down, he sees there’s blood trickling down from Cub’s nose.

“Cub—Mary,” he says, pointing. “You’ve got a nosebleed.”

The ghost does not react.

“Right there!” He leans closer. “There. Can you—right under your nose.”

Cub’s mouth is hanging open again. Blood drips down his lips, his chin. His throat moves, his head jerks—and Scar yelps, startling back.

His poor heart! Scar clutches his chest, but nothing more sinister is happening than just Cub tossing his head in jerky motions from one side to the other. It looks bad but it’s just an act! Cub is trying to freak him out, but he’s not falling for it. The air in the room is thick and the weather must have changed outside, because it’s getting darker.

“Okay, I think we’re done here!” He declares, voice only slightly high pitched. He takes out the crucifix and holds it directly in front of Cub’s restless head. “You got what you wanted, Mary! You can let go now. Go—begone! You’re dead and you should move on, so let go of Cub, and—”

Cub slumps again. He topples a bit to the side—and falls to the floor.

A thud, and then everything is quiet for a long moment. And then Cub sits up, rubbing his head, and his eyes are normal, and he says, pointedly, “Ouch.”

Scar dares breathe again. He’s still gripping the crucifix ever so tightly. “What in the world, Cub? You didn’t have to go that far! You’ll end up getting a tension neck and that’s not a fun time, I can tell you that right now. I’m—wait, I’ll cut the recording off—oh. Oh no, Cub, no, this is not good, I was sitting in the wrong spot! It’s just—oh no. You can see nothing but my back most of the time, look at this!”

He shoves the phone to Cub, who—still on the floor—scrubs quickly through the video. He shakes his head. “Can’t believe this, man.” His tone is appropriately emphatic, near wounded. “Can’t believe this. It really is just your back. Geeze." A pause. "I must have knocked myself out, did you encounter the ghost all by yourself, Scar? What happened?”

He passes the phone back to Scar, touches his own lips and then looks at the blood on his fingertip, quizzical.

Scar is not quite sure how to answer that. He had been about to suggest that they do the bit again, because the recording really is that terrible and all Cub’s effort wasted, but— “You know,” he says, “I’m not sure. Did you really get possessed?”

Cub turns to look at him. He’s paler than usual. After a short pause he says, “Nah, man. That sounds unlikely.”

“So you were acting?”

Cub shrugs. "I've never acted in my life, Scar." He finally takes a tissue from his pocket and wipes his face. "Never acted. But I doubt it was possession. I repel ghosts. Fun fact, ghosts don't attack people with glasses. They get spooked by their own reflection."

Scar cocks his head. "I've never heard that."

"It’s facts. Look it up." Cub stands up. “What’s this?”

“Why, it’s the letter that the ghost wanted me to write! Pack it up, Cub, pack it up! We can give it to the family as proof. I’ll tell them how we banished the ghost and they’ll have to pay us.”

"Oh baby. Easy money."

“Yeah.” Scar gives one more long, thoughtful look to Cub, but he seems to be pretty much his normal self so everything is probably fine. “Yeah! For a first gig, this went great.” He pockets the phone, picks up the bag and his crutches. “Not perfect, I’m not saying we did perfect, but we learned a lot! And the next time—”

They exit the room. The curtains move, like a hand was pushing them to the side. It has to be the draft.

“—next time, you won’t be able to scare me, mister. I’m wise to your tricks now! But we did good. And! I already have the next customer lined up. I told you, Cub, we’ll make profit. I’ve got a feeling. This is going to go so well.”

#the possession au #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft fanfic #kiescribbles #cw possession #cw drinking #also questionable business morals #only a bit of blood and very light drinking and everything is lighthearted but nonetheless

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sxcchxrine · 10 months

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contains hints to leaks

you could feel dan heng’s (IL) tail tightening around you as his warm breath hits your neck sending chills down your spine. he couldn’t help it but to keep you so close. your scent drove him up a wall. how much he wants to devour you whole, but he can’t do that. he desperately wants to but if he did then he can’t hold you like this. he couldn’t savor your sweet taste or mewls of pleasure when it came down to that. or he couldn’t watch over you and bask in your warmth. to him, you’re so intoxicating it’s unbearable for him. one day he might not have the strength to keep himself from devouring you even so, he knows your blood will taste delicious.

#honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere dan heng x reader #yandere dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng #dan heng x reader #yandere hsr #cw: cannibalism #cw: blood drinking #hsr spoilers #hsr leaks

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odd-chips · 1 month

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I need to start posting these as I draw them instead of coming in, throwing the boys on the floor, and then leaving. Anyways

(BANGS POTS AND PANS) ANOTHER TIM AND RATMAN ART DUMP!!

I wanna try to be more annoying about them again, I miss posting about them so often. 💔

#artists on tumblr #wererat oc #wererat #tim tag #ratman tag #my draws #I debated back and forth if I should post the Peter Griffin Tim but I just think it's. So stupid. And so funny.#blood cw #smoking cw #alcohol cw #(<- tryna be more proactive with these cw's specifically since I do draw Tim drinking and smoking a lot hOILKJFD)

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lackablazeical · 2 years

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So. Anyone done a ROTTMNT Addams family AU yet?

Been working on this for like. A few months now maybe? Lots of leftover doodlez, I'm hoping to be able to post proper refs/info soon!!! For now, enjoy some of the dorks <3