a taste for flesh

My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

image credit: Ben Wootten

So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2! 

Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.

Mode of Attack

Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.

Attack Words

Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.

Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph

Class-Based Ideas

  • Bard
    • Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
    • Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
    • Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
  • Cleric
    • Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
    • Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
    • Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
  • Druid
    • Energy is shaped like an animal.
    • Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
    • Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
  • Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
    • Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
    • Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
    • Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
  • Monk (Way of Four Elements)
    • Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
  • Paladin
    • Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
    • Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
    • Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
    • Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
  • Ranger
    • Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
    • Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
    • Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
  • Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
    • Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
    • The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
    • Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
  • Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
    • Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
    • Energy surges forth from your breath
    • All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning. 
  • Sorcerer (Wild Magic) 
    • Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
    • Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
    • Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
  • Warlock (Archfey)
    • Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
  • Warlock (Great Old One)
    • Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
  • Warlock (Fiend)
    • Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
  • Wizard (Abjuration)
    • Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
  • Wizard (Conjuration)
    • You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Divination)
    • You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
  • Wizard (Enchantment)
    • You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Evocation)
    • I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
  • Wizard (Illusion)
    • Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
  • Wizard (Necromancy)
    • Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
  • Wizard (Transmutation)
    • You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy

On-Hit

So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.

Fire

  • Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
  • A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
  • Showers them with red sparks
  • Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
  • A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
  • Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
  • Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh

Cold

  • You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
  • You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
  • Their skin turns blue and numb
  • You literally hurl a snowball at them.
  • Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
  • A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
  • A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.

Thunder

  • A crack of thunder pummels your foe
  • A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
  • A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
  • The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
  • You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
  • The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.

Lightning

  • Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
  • You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
  • Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
  • The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
  • Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
  • Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body

Acid

  • Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
  • The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
  • Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
  • A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.

Poison

  • You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
  • A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
  • Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
  • The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat

Necrotic

  • Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
  • The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
  • A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
  • An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
  • Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
  • Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.

Radiant

  • A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
  • A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
  • Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
  • The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
  • A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
  • The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them

So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.

What does human flesh taste like?

Of course the age, the body part being eaten, and the cooking method shall affect the taste of the meat. Armin Meiwes, the German cannibal who killed and ate a willing man that he discovered online, reported that human flesh tastes like pork “but a little bit more bitter, stronger. It tastes quite good.” Issei Sagawa, a Japanese cannibal who killed and ate a female classmate that he had a crush on, described human flesh as “odorless” and not “gamey.” Arthur Shawcross, a serial killer who targeted prostitutes in Rochester, New York, claims that cooked human flesh tastes like a “nice roast pork.” Omaima Nelson, an Egyptian model who bludgeoned her husband to death before skinning, castrating, and eating his ribs, described eating them as “so sweet, it’s so delicious… I like mine tender.”

A man finds a woman that he finds irresistible. She hits all the right notes. She loves his style of humor, she’s intelligent, beautiful… There’s just one problem. She might, maybe, possibly enjoy the taste of human flesh.

“I don’t play around that often
When I do
I’m a freak
So you’d better believe
I like it rough

Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my
Flesh
Get undressed
Taste the flesh
Bite into me harder
Sink your teeth into my
Flesh”

- “Flesh” by Simon Curtis

So… Well, this kinda happened. Because I love galra!keith and dark!shiro/Champion. Okay and I love purple and pink hues and close-ups and smut and aaaah!

There are just not enough fanfics where both of them are Galra… It’s always Shiro having a split personality, so it’s more like Keith and Kuro. And it’s just not the same. I’d write some myself, but - as you may have noticed - my English sucks. So I’ll confine myself to drawing galra!sheith stuff. A lot of stuff actually. Like a shit ton of it. :D

 KAI PARKER X READER (SMUT!!!)

HUNGRY

Desc: Reader is a newly turned vampire struggling to control their hunger and heightened feelings for Kai.

Blood sharing & smut included

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“I’m so hungry,” you growled softly, a network of veins crawling to life beneath your eyes. Your whole body ached with a hunger only blood could satisfy, your fangs piercing lightly into your dry tongue. 

You stood in the forest, surrounded by bright green trees, your boots sinking into the rich soil beneath your feet. It smelt of pines and fresh air, but all your mind could do was spin with the urge to feed. Rays of feeble sunlight trickled from the dark clouds that hung low in the grey sky. You tried to be good because you didn’t want to hurt anyone, but you were a newly turned vampire, and animal blood only soothed your cravings slightly. You’d promised everyone you had everything under control, and they’d all bought it. Everyone except-

You heard the whoosh of somebody appearing behind you, and turned to face a cocky looking Kai.

“You can always try the human diet,” he offered. “Running away from me won’t make you any less hungry.”

His lips twitched slightly, forming his familiar & smug smirk. His blue eyes glimmered, his defined cheeks rosy, brown locks smoothed perfectly atop his head. He was stunning, yes, but…

“Kai, you hurt people, and I can’t do that,” you replied firmly. 

“Oh don’t play so innocent,” Kai teased. “I know you’re not the perfect girl you pretend to be.”

You felt your heart miss a beat momentarily, and you swallowed the lump in your throat with a little shake of your head.

“Leave me alone, Malachai.”

“But you’re so much fun, princess,” he smiled, licking over his pink lips.

You rolled your eyes and turned away, waiting for Kai to leave.

“Look, I know why you might not trust me,” he started softly, with genuine concern.

Your eyes fluttered closed, while you tried to block out the sound of his voice.

“But I promise you I can help you through this. I won’t tell anyone that you’d been lying to them, (Y/N). Just, please…let me be the good guy for once.”

You took in a deep breath, the veins under your eyes fading momentarily. 

“You don’t get to be the good guy, Kai. Because you’re not a good guy,” you hissed under your breath, refusing to look at him.

In a second, you were thrown backwards, your back thudding roughly against the sharp bark of the tree behind you. You yelped out, Kai pinning you firmly in place, his aroma overwhelming you, his eyes dark with anger.

“You know what, you’re right,” he breathed over, his voice low. “I’m not good, but neither are you. And don’t give me any of your bullshit, because I know the girl you are, the one you’re scared to show to anyone else. You’re a vampire now, and vampires kill. And as much as you might deny it, I know your pretty little mouth wants to be engulfed with the flavor of warm blood, and with your emotions heightened, you must be dying to try all the dirty little things you’ve never tried before,” he purred huskily.

Your chest rose heavily, eyes flickering over Kai’s annoyingly perfect features. It was impossible to think straight with his chest pressed so hard into you.

“You’re wrong,” you lied.

“Awh, really?” Kai murmured, his blue eyes drinking you up. “So if I did this,” he said, trailing his slender fingers between your thighs, “you’d feel nothing?” 

It was insane how much electricity you could feel through just the whisper of his fingertips, and how you noticed each individual goosebump arising under his touch.

“N-no,” you stammered, with little result.

“And this?” Kai hummed, his hands firm on your waist as he brought his lips gently to your neck. His mouth grazed over your skin, tongue gently swiping over your exposed flesh. Something inside of you stirred, and you involuntarily released a quiet moan.

Kai stopped, squeezing your hips lightly, his lips coming to your earlobe.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered.

He released you at once, his blue eyes alight with lust. Without a word, he moved to leave you, his point proven. You vamp sped up to Kai, grabbing his wrists from behind, and slamming his body straight into an oak tree before he could react. His back hit the tree trunk hard, but he wasn’t phased at all, the look in his eyes knowing. Your hands trembled slightly, strands of your tangled hair toppling across your eyes. You stared at the malicious bad boy, feeling stupid for the way he made you crumble so easily. You bent forward, touching your forehead to his, eyes locking with his blazing blue ones. You breathed in Kai’s overpowering scent, dark veins crawling across your face as you inhaled. Your heart thrummed loudly, the only thing you could focus on being Kai’s fresh warm blood.

“Do it, (Y/N),” he dared, as if reading your thoughts. Kai raised a wrist to your parched lips, and your fangs sprung back out at once. “You know you want to.”

Without a second thought, you seized Kai’s wrist, bringing it straight up to your hungry mouth. Your fangs sunk deep into his flesh, and the taste of him instantly flooded through your lips. Both your hands came up to pin his arm harder into you, and you groaned in pleasure, your hands trembling from the need for more.

Kai brought his right hand up, and pushed your head gently into the crook of his neck, where he held you lightly. You could feel his cool rings against you as he brushed his fingers through your locks softly, cooing, “that’s right, sweetheart, keep going.”  

You nuzzled into him, the taste of his blood like a drug, the hunger inside you somehow only growing, not yet satisfied. Kai’s mouth hung open, and he let out a soft moan, the sight of your fragile form in his arms too much for him. His eyes grew dark with hunger, veins crackling beneath them. You whimpered against Kai’s wrist before releasing him, your eyes black, his blood leaving a red mess all over your mouth. Kai looked over you with adoration, a lopsided smile on his lips.

“Are you hungry?” you asked him when you saw his eyes.

“Not for blood,” he grinned, his tongue flicking over his fangs.

Kai seized you by the waist and flipped you onto the leaf strewn forest floor, so you grabbed his ankles, throwing him down beside you with a laugh. You whooshed onto his chest, straddling his body and bending over his lips to kiss him before he could react. He responded at once, hands flying up to grab your ass, tongue sliding into your mouth and fighting for dominance with yours. Kai sucked the excess blood from your mouth, a growl emanating from his throat as his lips worked with more force. His faint stubble brushed over your skin, and he squeezed your backside roughly as his lips molded perfectly against your own. You could feel Kai’s large bulge growing beneath you, and your hands instantly reached for his belt buckle. You tossed Kai’s pants off, and then literally ripped his shirt from his chest, your mouth peeling from his to dive into his rippled front. You trailed your tongue down across Kai’s chest before leaving sloppy kisses all over him, brushing your fingertips teasingly across his boxer line. Aggravated by your control over him, Kai flipped you onto your back, peeling off your own clothes, his breath heavy as he delved into your breasts. His name toppled softly off your lips, your head rolling back as he squeezed, sucked, and bit at your flesh. His lips attached around your nipple, and your hands went sliding into his hair as you held him there. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, the wetness between your legs increasing with every second. Every little thing he did to you was filled with so much more intensity as a vampire, and it felt good. Kai removed his mouth, leaving little kisses all down your belly and to your underwear. He hooked his teeth around the lace, removing the fabric easily before taking off his own boxers. Your eyes drifted down to his length, your eyes widening, the lump in your throat growing. Kai caught you staring, and did another one of his smug smirk’s. 

“Ohhh,” Kai sighed, two of his fingers rubbing circles gently against your clit. “I’ve wanted to fuck you senseless from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

You trembled slightly, eyes flickering over Kai’s sculpted features, “so do it.” 

Kai’s eyes flickered back to your face, and he chuckled with delight. “And I bet you’ve wanted that too,” he purred.

“Please Kai,” you begged with impatience. “Just-”

“Just what, babygirl?”

“Just fuck me,” you pleaded, mouth watering at the sight of him.

Kai smirked, looking pleased, “I’ve broken you, haven’t I? Why haven’t you shown me this side of you before?” he asked seriously.

You closed your eyes, “I-Kai…”

“Tell me,” he whispered.

“I’ve been dead for three weeks now, and your somehow the only one who made me feel alive. I didn’t want to let those darkest parts of me feel for you, but I just…can’t,” your voice cracked at the end. “I need you so much, Malachai Parker.”

He looked you over, his eyes softening with adoration. And then, slowly, he gave you what you wanted. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he entered you, his length stretching you wide open. Kai’s hands moved to your hips as he began to mercilessly slam his hips into you over and over again. You cried out in pleasure, a layer of sweat gathering on your forehead. 

“You’re-so-” Kai panted, “tight for me.”

Just the sight of him and sound of his voice was enough for you to want to go over the edge. Kai dragged out the next thrust, pushing into you at an excruciatingly slow pace, his mouth hanging open as he groaned your name.

“More,” you begged.

Kai moved one of his hands to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he began to quicken his pace again, finding your spot in no time. Your hands flew to his back, nails dragging across his flesh as you bounced harshly beneath him. Your breathing got heavier, body convulsing as your screams hit a high, your words ragged.

“FUCK,” Kai groaned, his head falling forward as he gave a sloppy final push, his come instantly emptying into you and filling you up to the brim. Your juices mixed with his, your body still shaking. Kai moaned and pulled out, diving into you at once to clean up the mess. His tongue gave little kitten licks to your heat, his head burrowed between your open legs. Kai dipped his tongue gently once into your folds before releasing you, his chest heaving. He flipped over onto his back, his arms sliding under your body and pulling you close into his chest. You curled up against him, arm dipping under his protective hold as you listened to the strum of his heartbeat. Kai mindlessly started playing with your hair again, his eyes always on you.

“You probably think I’m weak for giving into you so easily,” you said after a long silence.

Kai’s eyes crinkled sadly at this. “No, (Y/N), you’re strong, and that’s why I admire you. You spent so long avoiding me because if we ever got even a little close, it would mean that somewhere inside of you, a part of you felt something for a monster like me.”

“What does it mean that my weakness is you?” you asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he said. “What does it mean that a ‘psychopath’s’ weakness is you?”

Can We Pretend: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2,783

Warnings: public sin ;)

A/N: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thankyou so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses


Parties had never been my thing. The idea of being almost suffocated by intoxicated bodies never really tickled my fancy. But, this was Lydia’s party and God knows she’d have my head on a stick if I didn’t attend. It was only an hour in, and I had already drunk more than intended.

You see, I hardly drink. Being seventeen and best friends with the “popular girl” would make you believe that I party and drink all the time. But I don’t. However, when I do occasionally drink, you’d think I was a forty year old alcoholic who’s husband and kids just left with his secretary.

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Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 


“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

Rosy cheeks and breathless kisses

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW – This has mature content guys. Sexual themes, nudity, so if you’re underage don’t read.

Word Count: 1557

Author’s Note: Hi guys, so this was my first smut that I had written for my previous blog. I deleted that blog and created now this one after many months. I like this one shot and I thought of posting it again. I hope you guys like it.

Oh and if you’re underage please don’t read this.

And guys, if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection and be safe okay.


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(I don’t own the gif. All the rights go to the rightful owners/creators.) 

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Jealousy || Zach Dempsey x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you so much!! It makes me feel so good to know that people actually like this trash that I put out. Speaking of trash… I may have just brewed up some really kinky shit.

Word Count: 1,144

Warnings: Rough Smut, Dom!Zach, Sub!Reader

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    You had always been one of those girls that guys just seemed to like. Whether you were dressed up in a miniskirt or dressed down in a pair of sweatpants; they flocked to your side. You just had that certain, rare personality that made you likable. Even if you didn’t try to be, you were one of the most popular girls at Liberty High.

    “Well, looky looky who it is!” Jeff Atkins yelled from across the gym, waving you over from where you sat, quietly reading the latest novel of your favorite author. “Y/N, get over here!”

    You stood, tucking your book away in your backpack. You were just about to make your way over to him when you heard the familiar sound of Zach’s voice. He was babbling about something to do with basketball when he came waltzing through the doors, followed closely by a few of the other members of his team.

    His eyes met yours across the distance, a smile growing on his face. He started walking towards you, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Jeff. He had gotten up from the bleachers and was making his way over to you, Clay Jensen trailing behind.

    You sat back down, greeting them each with a smile as they plopped down on either side of you. While Jeff immediately threw his arm over your shoulders, Clay was a little more reserved. Still, he was sitting close enough your your thighs to touch.

    “What’s up, girlie?” Jeff asked, giving you a light squeeze. “Clay and I were just talking over there and we both agreed that we’ve never seen you at any parties.”

    Clay smiled, nudging your knee with his own. “He’s got a point, however direct it may be. Even I go to parties.”

    You laughed, shaking your head. “You should go to parties, Clay. You act like no one likes you. I mean, come on! They like you as much as they like Jeff. I know I do.”

    “Uh, no,” he replied.

    Jeff leaned over, nudging Clay’s shoulder. “Take a compliment, Jensen. A pretty lady is telling you she thinks you’re cool.”

    Clay looked away, most likely hiding the blush that had seeped onto his pale cheeks. “Shut up, Jeff.”

    You smiled, grabbing Clay’s arm and pulling him against your chest. “Jeff is right. I mean, about the me thinking you’re cool thing.”

    Jeff was about to say something in reply when the sound of a basketball slamming into the bleachers next to you caught everyone’s attention. The three of you stared down at the broad, tanned form of Zach.

    He clenched his jaw, looking from Clay to Jeff before his eyes finally settled on you. He gave you that same look that he always did when he saw you talking to guys. That ‘I think you’re doing this on purpose’ glare, with the razor sharp eyes and accusing stance.

    You stood slowly, muttering a goodbye before hopping down to stand by Zach’s side. His arm was around you in seconds, pulling you tightly against himself as he steered you away from the boys and out of the gym. He brought you into the connecting locker rooms, guiding you to the right and into the girls’.

    Inside, you watched as he locked the doors, a murderous look on his face. He turned to stare at you, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

    “We were just talking,” you said.

    He collapsed on one of the benches, motioning for you to sit by him. You did as he said, placing a hand on his thigh.

    His eyes caught yours for only a moment, that black, swoopy hair falling just barely over his temple. “You act different around them than you do with me.”

    “No, I don’t,” you stated. “You just get too jealous.”

    “Jealous?” he asked, incredulous. He turned to grab you by the shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. “I’m not jealous. I’m letting you know who you belong to.”

    There was a moment of shocked silence that was broken quickly by his lips crashing against yours. You barely managed to keep on your feet as he pulled you up with himself, backing you up against the lockers.

    You gasped as you were lifted suddenly, back shoved against a surface of cold metal. You could feel one of the locks digging into your hip as Zach ground against you, lips moving down to attack the skin of your chest.

    His hands were on you in seconds, slipping beneath your skirt and pulling at your underwear. He tugged the flimsy fabric down just enough to get to what he wanted.

    “Zach, not here,” you said, looking around at the empty room. “Someone could come in.”

    He popped open the button of his jeans, giving you a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought we could get caught. We’re fine, babe.”

    You could feel yourself relaxing as you watched him spit into the palm of his hand, reaching down between the two of you to wet his growing erection. His eyelids fluttered as he gave himself a few rough jerks, gaze fixated on your thighs as they squeezed around his waist.

    He lined himself up with your entrance, pressing in slowly. You couldn’t stop the moan that came from somewhere in the back of your throat, the pleasant stretch of him sending shocks through your core. You shivered when his hips pressed flush against yours.

    He gave a deep grunt, gripping your waist tightly as he began to move. The slow in and out rubbed everything inside of you in just the right way. The quiet bang of your shoulders hitting against the loose locker doors echo’d throughout the room, only increasing the coil of white hot pressure building in your core.

    Your hands slipped up the back of his shirt as he picked up the pace. As his muscles flexed you could feel them beneath your fingers, taut and dominating. His hot breath beat off of your neck, tongue darting out to taste the flesh there.

    You hid your face in his chest, trying to muffle the stream of soft cries escaping your lips. His grip on your hips tightened and his thrusts became erratic, uneven and hard. That coil in your belly tightened even farther, sizzling hot.

    It only took another good slam of his hips into yours and you were toppling over the edge, moaning his name like a prayer as your orgasm hit you. He followed along shortly after, pressing into you as deeply as he could. You were just coming down from your high when you felt the slow warmth of his own spread in your core.

    He found your eyes, lips parted with heaving breaths. “You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine.”

    You nodded, breathless. “Only yours.”

Gintama - Mythology Symbolism

So I saw this comment on a video and It’s an interesting observation.

Mythology references and symbolism is one of my favorite things, so naturally I wanted to learn a bit more.

So this is The Moon Rabbit & The Three Legged Crow/ also known as The Sun Crow.

Lets start with the Sun Crow.

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Oh, so now working with millennials is the worst because they work super hard and are driven?

What haven’t millennials done wrong at this point? Are millennials cannibals? They crave the taste of human flesh, don’t they?

Bad Taste

CONTEXT: Party of five has entered a magical “simulation” of sorts. My character, a bestial monk (a custom merfolk race that’s much more fish/sharklike than normal) had managed to scare off a small army of orcs single-handed through the help of a crit. The monk never gave their name, so for the time being, they were called “Fish.”

DM (IC as the simulation console): The remaining orcs shriek and suddenly vanish as the world shakes. “Error. Database overhaul. Spiking…” Suddenly a massive orc, fifty foot tall appears, covered in smoke and wisps of flames as it holds a massive war axe, a single red eye burning bright.

The rest of the party proceeds to take their turns, attacking the giant orc for varying amount of damage.

ME (IC, after rolling yet another 20 on a climb check): Fish slithered up behind the avatar, snarling like a crazed animal as it made a wild attempt to scale up its leg and sank its teeth into it for extremely minor damage. …That CAN’T taste good.

PALADIN (OOC): Is… Is.. Is it bad that I’m like fucking dying laughing over that?

ME (OOC): No. It’s honestly insanely silly.

PALADIN (OOC): “You bite into the aspect. It tastes like blood and ballsweat.”

The party all starts uncontrollably laughing.

DM (IC): It does not. It tastes like cinders, rotten flesh and blood.

PALADIN (OOC): … And ballsweat

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.7

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1601
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood, sexual content.
A/N: This wraps up a very Heathens filled weekend, thank you lovely people for sticking with me! Not sure when I’ll be posting it but just a heads up that pt8 is going to be the final installment for this series!

The song Gold by Eurielle was definitely being played during the writing process for this part so thanks @gondorgirl01 for recommending it to me months ago! And of course, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots because always.

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| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Prequel | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[Previously]

He was distracted from his thoughts when you shifted positions. The thin strap of your nightgown slid from your shoulder and exposed the curves of your breasts pushing against the silky material. Subconsciously, he ran his tongue over his fangs as he imagined biting into the soft mounds. A wicked thought crossed his mind and his eyes turned to coal as he started stepping forward again. The only light in the room came from the moon shining through the windows and now the ominous glow emitting from his dark limb as he waved it as his side. He smirked when you started to react.

I’ll start making it up to you, doll. You’re in for a long night.

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The photoshoot

Inspired by these beautiful and hot hot pictures ;)


Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for this. So naturally, she had come to Draco. 


“I want the Chosen One as we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy, I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him.
 He had been reluctant at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis. But this was a great opportunity.

So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The prat had filled out quite a bit.


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trashdove6  asked:

I had the funniest thought about your Bill comic. Like, since Ford got to see so many variations, if he kept coming at Bill with hateful comments about him being with Dipper... Maybe that would put a clever little strategy into Bill's head, and Bill starts jokingly 'going for Dipper' but then that could either create a hilarious situation where it actually does happen in his own world (once Dipper is a nice age), or it LOOKS like it actually happened (but hasn't), sending Ford into distress. XD

BRUH HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN NEXT

Dipper doesn’t agree, but of course that doesn’t stop Bill from doing it anyway…

“PS yes those are fangs on the stem and it will develop a taste for human flesh if it bites you. Be careful, my love! <3”

Ford doesn’t take it well

Raise A Glass To A Blowjob {Jung Hoseok} ~Ceasefire~

Prompt:  Request! Hoseok’s first time receiving a bj and it’s with reader ^.^ tysm

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: oral sex, drinks, peeping Taehyung

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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