Corky Letting Violet Squeeze Her.....

tee hee. here ya go (i was the anon who brought up the cuffs thing bc I Am Normal About It)

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS WHAT WHAT WHAT (im tearing my hair out)

I'd like to remind everyone kirk has a blood kink! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

i NEEEED period sex with 90s kirk i know he would be into it i feel it in my bones,,,, hes so vamp

anon how the fuck did you sense i was on my period or smth…. currently laying in bed fighting for my life with a heating pad on me rn…

he’d be one of those mfs who finds out orgasms can help w period pain and he will not leave you alone after that. he’d find you groaning in pain one day w a hot pack to your stomach and would jump into action. when he makes his suggestion you approve, wanting to try anything to help yourself feel better at this point.

he’d run to get a towel to put under you, letting you keep the heating pad on your stomach while he works you. his nimble fingers would be stroking inside of you while he sucks on your clit, scissoring you open to slide his tongue into your cunt as well. when you look down to see a mix of your slick and blood on his face you feel like you might explode. kirk is having the time of his life, dedicated to making you feel better. he moans into your pussy, pumping his fingers faster and looking up at you with those big brown eyes of his, coaxing you into your first orgasm of many<333

i’ll finish this up later but i really am not feeling well. i’m sorry </3

🗣️🗣️🗣️: fuck emos!!!!

me: okay gladly!!!!

THW WAY I CAME

Kinktober

Day 1 knife play & blood play

James hetfield

Summary: James carves his name into your thighs.

Warnings: blood play, knife play, carving names into skin, consuming someones blood, consuming your own blood, crying, both people are naked.

Master list (main pinned)

I lay back with a smile on my face. James glides the cold knife along my breast not cutting me. I shiver a little from the cold. He hasn't cut me get and the suspense is killing me. I don't need to look at him to know that he's smiling as well. He takes the knife away from skin so it doesn't heat up from my body temperature. I look over at him as he twirls the knife. We both stare at it as the light from the street pours into the bedroom and reflects off the knife beautifully.

He takes his eyes of the light and looks at me. He stops twirling the knife and I look back at him. He begins to grin at me. That either means I'm going to be waiting a while before he does anything or he's about to cut me. James moves from sitting next to me to straddling my hips. His cold bare skin is heated up my mine as he sits on top of me. I look up at him and he leans down to kiss me. Our lips connect. His tongue slips into my mouth dancing with mine. I feel the cool metal of the knife press against the side of my face.

He pulls away and moves the knife. He turns it so the now warm side is facing away from me. He presses the cold side of the knife to the opposite side of my face. "Your so fucking pretty" he says smiling slightly. "I'd be prettier if I was bleeding" I say back a smile forming on my face. James takes the knife away from my face. He moves off of my lap and kneels between my thighs still on the bed.

He glides the knife along my right thigh before moving to the left. Then he presses the knife against my right thigh. One small line going straight across. I bite my lip. The cut is small so the pain is mild but I still feel it.

Then a longer one going straight down starting in the middle of the first cut. Tears prick my eyes as this cut stung. Then he quickly does two small lines. The first one starting at the end of the longest line going straight left. The second starting at the end of the third cut going diagonally up. The four cuts forming a fucked up J.

A single tear falls from the corner of my eye and I wipe it off not wanting it to go in my ear. I think he's going to do his initials JH. Next to the J he carves two diagonal lines going down that both touch at their starting points. The two lines almost match up with the length of the J. He cuts a small line connecting the two lines forming an A. I continue to wipe my tears as I find getting tears in my ears incredibly annoying. James cuts two straight lines a decent distance away from each other next to the A.

He cuts a diagonal line going down from the once closest to the A. Starting at the end of the previous line he cut a diagonal line going up to meet the top of the second straight line. Then he moves onto the E. A straight line going down matching the lengths of the previous letters and three small lines coming off of it going right. The S is a tricky one but we know from past experiences that trying to get it curved is a nightmare and looks bad. So it takes his time making it out of seven small lines for my sake.

Then he goes to my left thigh to carve his last names. The H out of three cuts, the E out of four, the T out of two, the F out of three, the I out of three, the second E out of three, the L out of two and the D four. The needs of blood have started to drip and the cuts on my right thigh have started to bleed onto sheet. He places the knife on the sheets and moves further down the bed. He messily licks up the blood allowing it to get on his chin, lip, all around his mouth, as well as some on his nose and cheeks.

I laugh at him when he pulls away from them. The blood on his chin begins to drip down his neck as he straddles my lap again. He leans down to kiss my getting blood all over my face.

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Thank you for reading💋- gremlin

I dreamt about him last night. I was covered in blood and he washed my hair and held me

UGH HHJ HHHHHHGHHHGHHH UGH

i. need. axl. rose. so. bad. HELP.

"Mmm. Keep cryin' darlin', makes you tighter." He grits out through his teeth. "You- hah, you like it, yeah?" He shakes his head at himself loosing his own composure. "Told you I'd fuck the god out of you. We ain't done yet."

Remmick huffs above you, claws digging into your throat, hips pistoning into yours. The half-smirk he wears has been dipping all night, sweat dampening his brow. He's been switching between babbling incoherently and mouthing off the whole night.

He watched you like he was starved. And maybe he was- but not for food. Not for blood. For the one thing your daddy always said was sacred. Private.

Daddy told you men like him were the devil. All they wanted- the sweet little preachers daughter. Remmick's fingers hook around the lace on your church dress. Cock pumping deliciously inside you. Your daddy was right. The devil was awfully pretty.

The devil was also awfully persistent. He'd want to consume you- not just your soul, but something deeper. From the root inside you. Not just your womanhood. Your love.

"Shit," He murmurs, pleased, struggling between breaths. "This what you wear to your...ah-...Sunday service? Thought good little girls covered up. You wore this for m-me, yeah?" He toys with the straps, before diving down to your neck. Licking. Sucking. Before biting gently.

When you squeal, he chuckles breathlessly, before groaning when you clench around him. He makes a noise that's borderline animalistic- and you briefly wonder if your daddy ever taught you if even the devil could lose his composure.

Effectively, he can. Because even as he presses you against the wall, caged, trapped like a flightless bird- all you have to do is reach up and tug on his hair. And he hisses in raw pleasure, body tensing up, fangs protruding so far he has to bare them so it doesn't hurt him.

"Fu-fuck-, lo-love you-" He stutters out, claws clenching tighter around the base of your throat.

But daddy never told you the devil would whisper those three little words. Daddy never told you he'd kiss you so gently you'd cry. Daddy never told you the devil would knock on your window every night, beggin' to be let in, just to recite Irish poems and prayers while you sleep in his arms.

"Say it- please darlin', say it back," He tries to demand, but it sounds more desperate than anything. He's close. He's so close, holding on tight. He's pleading with you. You feel the heat building up inside you. The way his fangs struggle against your pulse point, drool slipping down, holding back. Forcing his mouth to pucker into kisses instead of biting.

"I love you." You whisper. If this is how the devil loves, you think you'd rather burn forever then ever let him go.

And when you cum, it’s violent. Blinding. You scream his name- not God’s. And Remmick whispers yours all the same, pawing at you, eyebrows scrunched together as he finishes deep inside. He doesn't let go. He never let's go.

His voice his hoarse when he just barely pulls away to look you in the eye. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.

"Let me- let me stay like this- inside you, lovin’ you, bein’ yours- please. Just a little longer. Just a little longer, okay?” He strings together, giving you those eyes. His clawed finger lifting to your lip, tracing the contours, gaze flitting down to watch your mouth part as you speak.

When you give him the go ahead, nodding, body exasperated, he inhales with a shaky smile. He presses a light, chaste kiss to your temple, breathing you in.

You close your eyes, feel him throb sweetly inside you, and think maybe Heaven isn’t up above. Maybe it’s bloody, needy, and whispering your name in the dark.