Guillermo hasn't been able to afford his testosterone for months now. He realizes now that it was only a matter of time before he got his period. He just hoped it wouldn't be at night just before he had to wake his Master. And of course he doesn't have any pads or tampons.
The cramps? Brutal. And his will to live? Abysmal. Nandor is going to kill him. He just knows.
Nandor the Relentless? Well, let's just say this was the push he needed to taste something more than just his familiar's blood.
Guillermo is getting the house ready as the sunset gives way to twilight in hues of oranges, pinks and purples. Itâs only a matter of time before he has to wake Nandor from his slumber and get him ready for the night. Heâs preparing a late dinner for himself when the first cramp wraps around his lower abdomen and back. He clutches the sink and leans forward; the knife he had been holding clatters loudly as he focuses on gripping the rim until his knuckles blanche. He breathes through the sudden ache until it finally ebbs away and leaves nothing but a dull ache. Sweat beads on his brow and upper lip; his tongue darts out anxiously, and he can taste the salt of it on his skin.
He pauses to assess his body when he feels a slick wetness between his legs. His breath catches when the realization hits. Itâs not possible though, he shouldnât- heâs been so careful. Except⊠now that he thinks about it, he hasnât exactly had a steady income which means he hasnât been able to keep up with his prescriptions. Heâd thought about asking his mom for help but had stopped himself when he realized heâd have to explain why he couldnât afford his testosterone after fighting with his insurance for so long and all the doctorâs visits and blood draws. So many blood draws.Â
He gulps as another cramp grips his uterus in a vice grip, the pain enough to steal his breath away. He swallows thickly. He straightens up despite the building pain and shuffles out of the kitchen and into the nearest bathroom. He drags his pants and boxers down as he sits heavily on the toilet. He doesnât find much on his underwear, but when he wipes with the toilet paper, he sees red soaking through the wad.Â
âFuck,â he curses under his breath. Â
He fumbles with it and flushes it quickly. He grabs another wad of rolled up toilet paper thicker than the last and shoves it in underwear as he tugs his pants back on. He hadnât counted on getting his period of all things, and he knows for a fact they donât have any pads or tampons anywhere it's not like Nadja needs them. Sheâs been dead for hundreds of years.Â
âFuck, fuck,â he paces the tiny bathroom and starts to feel claustrophobic. Â
Fuck.Â
He lives with vampires, with fucking bloodhounds.Â
Heâs sure they smell him, smell his blood and he doesnât know how the fuck theyâll react. Nandor might actually kill him. Maybe.Â
He washes his hands roughly and splashes cold water on his face.Â
Maybe heâs overthinking it.Â
Maybe Nandor wonât smell the blood dripping from his pussy.Â
His cunt clenches at the thought of Nandor, his walls clenching as he cramps. He bites the back of his hand to muffle his groan of discomfort.Â
A WIP of the previous line art I posted earlier- I donât render in any particular order so itâs messy and all over the place but please do ignore that, I just felt like sharing.
Also, spot the little details Iâve added into the picture, hehehe~
sometimes i get sad about the fact that the fandom is so wrapped up in made-up drama with no basis in reality and discourse about fanon that there is almost NO conversation about the ACTUAL political parts of the pitt. so much criticism and no actual discussion of the pittâs points about ice, about misdiagnosis of women and poc, about the fucked up insurance systems in the us, about deportations, about child abuse, about mental health, about suicide, about addiction, about federal funding cuts towards programs that benefit people of color, LIKE. you wanna talk about the pittâs politics but instead of talking about ANY of that you wanna make shit up instead oh okay
forever thinking about the fact that perlah alawi also had such a terrible awful fucking shift and managed to smile through most of it. stay her reliable self through most of it. even her emotions over louie didn't take over. she only let herself break on the roof, after the shift was done. perlah alawi I love you so so so much
âWhoa, whoa, hey, what-â His protests die in his throat when Dennis pushes his legs apart.Â
He stares at Robbyâs soft cock and heavy balls with a tilt to his head, curls frizzy and wild and are his horns bigger?Â
âWhere is your pussy?â Dennis asks befuddled, a single canine poking out and biting on his plush bottom lip.Â
Robby canât help but laugh, until he realizes the kid isnât laughing with. No. Heâs serious and heâs concerned.Â
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After saving Leah's life, Incubus!Dennis needs to replenish his energy lest he die from overexertion. Robby really doesn't know what he signed up for when in order to save Dennis he needs to fuck him.
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Part II of worship like a dog on AO3
A gift for @missteriosas. Your art is phenomenal, please go check it out if you haven't already! The linework for incubus!Dennis so far is insane đ«¶
Itâs that raw honesty that makes Robby pause, âdemons arenât real.âÂ
âBut you believe your God is? When They couldnât even answer a single one of your prayers?â Dennis laughs, not meanly, just in disbelief.Â
Robbyâs lips part in shock. He swallows thickly, âMy Bubbe always said demons will steal your soul, is that what you want in exchange?âÂ
Dennis grabs his tail and strokes it; Robby follows the motion, palm itching to touch. This time, when the demon rounds the bed, he doesnât move. He merely turns so theyâre standing face to face. Â
Robby has to look down at him and fuck the kid looks gorgeous.Â
âI want something only you can provide,â Dennis hums, âa life in exchange for a life.âÂ
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During PittFest, Robby accidentally summons a Demon when he prays to a God he doesn't think he believes in.
Robby canât help but laugh near delirious, âthe Pitt is about to turn into actual hell and if I were you, I'd start calling the departments upstairs before they end up down here when the structural integrity of this God forsaken place goes up in flames.â
Dennis trips right beside him, and Robby immediately shoots out a hand to steady him. Just then Javadi and Trinity join them.
âWhatâs going on?â Trinity whispers in Dennisâs ear.
Dennis shrugs, âRobbyâs kind of freaking out.â
They watch what unfolds in curiosity as Gloria tuts. Her heels click clack closer to the supply closet, âAll because what? A stupid door wonât close?â
Robbyâs nostrils flare.
âThe heat youâre feeling, Dr. Robinavitch, is the HVAC system currently being worked on. Which you would know had you read your email. I can assure you, nothing is going to explode as you claim.â
The fire alarms still blare, and, in the distance, Robby can hear the sirens and bleating firetrucks.
âDonât,â he warns the woman, âYou close that door and you sign your death.â
Dennis doesnât realize how much of a sadist Jack is until he watches a horror movie with him. A particularly gnarly scare happens and Dennis jumps and nuzzles into Jack trying to hide his eyes from the screen. He blinks up at Jack wide eyed and starts laughing nervously at the ridiculousness of getting scared and hiding into his boyfriend like a teen girl, but Jack just has this look in his eye like he could eat Whitaker. Dennis looks down and can see the obvious bulge and almost instinctively reaches for it, but Jack grabs Dennisâs chin and guides his head towards the screen. This horror movie will do for now, but Jack now knows he wants to solely own Dennisâs fear.
