(bα. bα.) đ͡o͢o͘ӄ.̀ ͟đ̢o͘oӄ.͢ ̢đ͘oo̷ӄ.

———————————————— нє's fυииγ, đoи'т γoυ тнίиӄ? ——————————————— (21+, selective and semi-private for now. By Tess.)

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

Keep reading

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

he might have resisted, had he spotted her reaching toward the affected area. but as it was, his f a c e was buried, letting her willfully grind into him.

and, oh, that did feel so oddly pleasant, drawing out another purring growl against her soft flesh, the strokes of his tongue growing much more erratic and rough in a silent plea for her herself not to be so g e n t l e.

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

his body seems to shudder of its own accord at that s o u n d, the building ache at his midriff throbbing and growing tighter, eliciting an actual wHiNe against her tender flesh as that long tongue laps more eagerly at her sweet folds.

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

Keep reading

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

the fingers twist, and awkwardly grab the back of her hand, taking her a bit too literally. but, thankfully, here's a favored voice for where to touch, and the hand is nudged aside to reveal the glistening folds...

...was it heard of to l i c k them? oh, she looked like such a treat. curiosity claims him, guiding him to crouch down; his head to nuzzle and rest against the side of her inner thigh as something long and s l i c k flicks out of his mouth, tickling over her damp flush. feeling out just what the appeal claiming him was...

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

dark eyes in shadowed sockets grow w I D e, and the floor shakes under heavy, shuffling steps as he leaps back in alarm, nearly slamming a tall crater into the poor woman's w a l l.

that. that is...

different.

quite t e n D e r there, was she? she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.

if he only thought he couldn't break his gaze before.

there's something twisting and aching at his core. something he knows nothing of how to satiate. if o n l y she would awaken enough to dEtAiL some of this.

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

...could he feel weakness? was he capable of such a thing? there was no more sensible description for the force that seemed to weigh him down as he  watched her glisten. 

there’s no sense behind THAT, itself. however she was physically constructed or - lubricated. it couldn’t be fathomed why it was so - mesmerizing.  frustrating, as he struggled to pinpoint this aching need and how to manage it,only feeling more oddly disconcerted by the moment the longer he goes on stroking the velvet skin, lingering above the soft patch of pubic hair.

[andhereismybook]

the way her long body is splayed out over the mattress. as beautifully dressed as the day she was born, silken hair tossed over her shoulders, curves twisting in - unusual places, legs spread wide to show...

he’d witnessed something this lovely before, certainly. forgotten until he set eyes on her in this state. the sense of forbidden behavior, yet overpowered by a deep, itching enjoyment of the sight that festered. ached. felt as though something had to give.

how lovely it would be if he only remembered what this was, or how to manage it. touching her? touching seemed right.

blade-like claws are cautiously retracted as the figure kneels, extending an arm, letting the center of its palm brush along the side of her bare stomach, down to the top of her thigh.

so delicate. so soft.

[andhereismybook]

Keep reading

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

Keep reading

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

That certainly seemed to be approval.

A definite purr rises from its throat, sending a soft hum through that curious tongue, as it laves repeatedly back and forth over her slit.

This part of her tasted plenty sweet. If only he’d known when she was young, before they’d bonded...

[lordifani]

Have you ever felt like this? Pissed off at your bitch? We’ve got a way for you to scratch that itch Our step-by-step dissection kit Is sure to do the trick No more of that face that makes you sick

Ooh, so call this number And order now Ooh, guaranteed dirt slumber We’ll show you how

10-9-8-7 6-5-4 3-2-1-0 That’s how you slice a whore

Scoop out those eyes this way For seeing other guys Carve off her lips for telling all those lies Scissor off her fingertips For gutting hang her by this Butcher’s hook inserted through the spine

Ooh, so call this number And order now Ooh, guaranteed dirt slumber We’ll show you how

10-9-8-7 6-5-4 3-2-1-0 That’s how you slice a whore

Ooh, so enjoy today ‘Cause you will get caught Ooh, but that’s a-okay 'Cause now the whore is gone

10-9-8-7 6-5-4 3-2-1-0 That’s how you slice a whore 10-9-8-7 6-5-4 3-2-1-0 That’s how you slice a whore

[andhereismybook]

thissickeningfeeling

She plants her lips upon its cold corpsey cheek three times, grinning at the being’s presence, “Momma isn’t happy with me, Baba.”

a chittering hiss of disapproval, and the sound of something like blades being rubbed against each other—

“B̠̣̮̗̠I̖̼̜͔͙̠T̵̮̖ͅC̰̱̻H̴͉͔̣̬̩̟͎.͉͟"̻͜

[my-worst-nightmares]

[andhereismybook]

mrsudonta

Ginna nodded, her eyes not leaving his. Or rather, where she assumed his eyes were. Taking another step closer she reached out, placing her hands on his cheeks. “We can do whatever you’d like. I can show you my home in detail, that’s assuming you haven’t spied on me in all of them.” Ginna chuckled.

it’s cold to the touch, lacking the warmth of any sort of blood flow. and tense at the unfamiliar affection.

a little nod of its head forward.

(perhaps I have. is that so bad?)

[andhereismybook]

desperatetimedesperatemeasure

She twitches her head to the side, seeking out the source of the noise, her fangs gnashing in agitation.

“…calm—your— self.”

The voice is like a lowly creaking door, without pitch, and clearly not often used. That makes no more sense of it emerging from a tree’s shadow, of course. Or what appeared to be a tree through the fog, at least. When you squinted a bit…

…you forgot about its own shape. The distinct form of a small human is lying in its (branches?)

that’s lowered to the ground.

rolled towards the creature.

the fresh corpse of a dead child, flesh all intact (if nibbled on a bit). pigtails lying limp over her face. dress stained with blood from the deep hole in the center of her chest, piercing through to her heart.

A little snack.

An offering of friendship.

[andhereismybook]

Keep reading

[thissickeningfeeling]

Keep reading

[andhereismybook]

(there’s another, haunting chitter by the foot of her bed, as the air seems to tighten down around her legs, locking them apart.

it’s silent, observational, for nearly a minute. until the suggestion of someone’s hair tickles her thighs, and what has to be an elongated, cold, slimy tongue laps curiously over the area her fingers had been teasing. a couple of times in succession.

not quite so rancid-tasting when you didn’t take a bite straight out of her.)

[andhereismybook]

mangymangle​

She flinches, reading the note over and over, “I-I-I d-d-don’t…” 

"̖̗̹̱͖̜͝ͅY̯͝O̻̙͎͡Ṳ̶̙͎͘͢ͅ ͍̼͇̖̱̖͎D͙͖̼͟͞ͅǪ̝͔̲͇̠̮̹͘.̢̛͉̠̘̗̹͜"͙͇͘

[andhereismybook]

thissickeningfeeling

“BEATRICE!” The roar comes from the woman’s bed room, and the scrawny ten year old hides under her bed, whimpering.

(if she’s attentive enough,

she’ll pick up the faint scuttling against plaster, inhumanely high on the ceiling. faint with deliberate effort to go unheard as long as possible.

just an arrow’s shot from the back of her soft tearable flesh neck.

thick splinters are still fluttering down from those blades.)

[mrsudonta]

Midnight Snack

[andhereismybook]

(though its face hardly changes, there’s puzzlement in its eyes.

those long mockeries of human fingers curling inward slightly, flicking just visibly toward itself, as if to ask ‘me?

you’re sure?’)

[mrsudonta]

Midnight Snack

[andhereismybook]

(. . .

the figure slinks back closer to the darkness as she lets him go, but visibly stays quite unguarded. leaving plenty of room for her to come as close as she likes.

a cracking, wet sound, like a voice that hasn't been used in ages. rising up from somewhere in its throat, as those interlocked razor points of teeth break apart.)

"̝͍̤̝̜L̪̙̺.̸̭͕̺̤̫͔̟.̪͚̠̭͎̻.̛L̴̮̟̞͖̙̬̹O̥͟Ṉ̜͙͈̰̤E̡̞̯L̶̝͔̮̹͕̗̫Y?̴̖͕͉͉̱̲͇"̶̗͉