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@sweettreatsocks
I love you
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haruism:
Because Socks is a dick to me.
But Socks is a dick to everyone.
haruism:
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A WHOLESOME BLOG DAMMIT
haruism:
No
A man has needs.
You can H A T E M E all you want, but just know that I’m still better than you
cuffed
“What the fuck was Garter thinking?!”
Socks tugged at the firm leather straps which bound his arm, one hand ripping at the bondage-wear while the bound wrist flailed both low and high. His motions cared little for the smaller version of himself which he carried with every tug of his arm, the other eventually left dangling in front of him as he glared at her.
“First of all, why do I have to take orders from your perverted priest. Secondly, why is he using my cuffs to punish us? I payed good heaven coins for these and now they’ve got a permanent stain of annoying brat in them. And, while I’m willing to try, I doubt you come out in the washing machine.”
Perverted masochistic prick
“I appreciate the attention, but it would be better if you kept your trash opinions to my YouTube comments. At least there it takes less effort to ignore you.”
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twilightescasy
It would take a lot to hurt her, so he truly had no need to concern himself with harming her. Sure, everyone had turn offs and turn ons, but, really, the chance of hurting her to that point was…almost impossible. She could not impossible for sure because one could never know, but never in her experiences. Not that she could judge what he desired. Being a masochist and somewhat of a sadist…depending on what she could get away with, heh, okay a decent sadist. She would be lying if she said passionate kisses did not please her, after all she enjoyed taking from every part of their body or at least every part she liked. She had no need for love, never knew it, did not need it. Besides, why would someone like her risk having her heart broken? Humiliation and in the BAD way? No thank you.
Noting when he turned his body to allow himself to lay on his back, a smirk etched across her lips. “You damn bastard, oh well, I can still enjoy your twisted fantasies.~” Though she did take advantage of the situation as he changed his position, by biting his neck with more roughness than before, leaving definite dark bruises. Of course, she still licks his blood off, simply a habit. And the best part? If he was not a kisser, then she took away more of his pride. If he enjoyed kissing her, she still won. Win or win with this man, a beautiful position to be in and her expression showed how smug she felt.
It was a surprise that he returned the kiss, her tongue fighting with his for dominance. How dare he be a GOOD kisser!? The grasp upon her neck caused her own fingertips at his neck to tighten, a troublesome checkmate upon that position. Though- taking of her neck did prevent her biting, even if some of his blood did trickle down her cheek. Her tongue licking off the part it could reach with a sly grin. A squeeze of his neck during their kiss, a sign she had no intent of being gentle or submissive without a FIGHT. Her own free hand rolled down his chest, yet when she felt his fingertips slide up her thighs she had no qualms with rolling her thighs against him roughly. For two reasons, his hand and his cock.
“Blood does sustain me, but I do enjoy biting for the sake of it. I would not DIE without it.” But it did not hurt as an energy boost either, just as the sun would not harm her. Granted she was also a divine demon so, no shit. Shuffling within his lap contently, fully exposing the parts of her body so easily available. Most of her body was covered in a see-through cloth that was extremely thin, only hiding the parts of her that would be indecent to show, or parts that looked nice. And yet, he did have a point. “So, what, I like kissing a useless asshole. You have a nice body.”
Not that she had any intention to reveal any needs of hers, God only knew how he’d ABUSE them if he found out. Once his lips brushed against hers with each taunt, she nipped his lip drawing blood. “Never saw you capable of teasing, suppose even YOU have different sides to you.” A sly grin, thighs motioning in a manner that allowed her body to ride against his oh so roughly, her breasts naturally bouncing as her fingers against his neck applied enough pressure just to bruise. “Admit it, you LIKE this.” A taunt, but they both knew he did, she just knew he would not admit it. Smoky eyes alluringly staring into his, her voice almost a lustful song.
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twilightescasy:
She was trapped here simply because of what she was. Although created by the Gods, she was the first demon of her culture and created hundreds from herself. Her culture viewed Heaven and Hell very differently to most and she was brought to Earth by her own curiosity and the wishes of the Gods. Being on Earth, perhaps maybe it was a punishment?
She had rested within the trunk of Inanna’s favourite tree, but she was not a heartless God. Regardless, she held no value for morals of humanity. They changed their minds too often, sure some acts even she considered wrong, but most she was not fazed by. Necessary evil, necessary good, aside the odd ‘evil deed’ that was, generally considered wrong throughout the ages everything else was subjective. Granted, their similarities were rather obvious in many ways, shame her ego would never allow her to accept such.
“If I were such an ugly hag, you would not be letting me bite you. Granted, you could be desperate, shame I know I am immortal hm?” More than thousands, oh God she wished it was only thousands. Even so, his attempt to deny enjoying this was rather hilarious to her. He was an odd person, so it was not all too surprising he attracted oddities. “How can one be lonely, when they never had someone to miss?” A surprisingly honest answer, but she would never deny that she has never had lover nor friend, not a genuine lover anyway, not someone she cared for.
Why would she? She was adored, worshipped, hated and feared, lusted for. None of that was love or something she would ever trust. “Never had love, do not need it…oh you like trash?” And then, she gripped his bright hair and shoved his face into the ground. “Good thing you belong in the street, with that dirty desire of yours.” Lilith was either a curse or a blessing, how she is.
She had been enjoying his blood, though she made no moans to indicate such, it was obvious since she kept doing it. Nails did roll down against the other side of his neck and shoulders when able. Eyes closing, he felt rather nice against her not that she would ever admit it. Of course, her suggestions were cruel, but she had a slightly better view of him now, surely, he would stop her or refuse her if he hated it so much? Might hate her, but not what she was doing to him.
Eyes widening when she felt nails scratch at her hair, why had she forgotten that her beautiful silk hair was so damn long, ugh vampire instincts for you. Ah shit, was this going to go against her now?
Yet, his words only gained a devious smirk from tint pink lips. “You are a self-adoring asshole.” Surprise was reflected upon smoky eyes when his teeth ensnared her bottom lip….he, made her bleed!? Sharp fan biting at his bottom lip, not minding their blood mixing, free hand clawing at his chest roughly, easily ripping through clothes or at his skin, her other free hand gripping his throat, as rough as it was, it was also to help keep him close to her lips.
Then, to see how he would react she roughly stole a kiss from him, tongue exploring his mouth with nothing but sheer roughness. He had told her not to stop, so she would not. After all he made her bleed, so he deserved a kiss being stolen, and if she nipped more blood along the way….oops.~ “Then shut it.” Before stealing his lips once more and then…bit him.
He couldn’t regret seeing the damage he’d done or the knowledge that he’d taken her down ever so slightly, even if this type of wound carried little pain with it. His acts were much like a matador, his masochistic needs dangling a red tinge in front of her. Somewhere he still knew that he was in no danger of dying, but the blood loss still gave him the thrill of being closer to death.
But that wasn’t the only desire she played off of. He had demanded she shut her mouth, but the derogatory, vile, demeaning things she said brought forth a new life within him. Each poison-lined insult brought a new sparkle to his sick and demented aqua hues.
Still, despite his darkest desires being toyed with he’d begun to acclimate to the pleasure, and with that came the ability to think and react.
His second act of defiance, first being the bite to her lip, came when he turned his body and allowed himself the comfort to lay on his back. Were he a lesser man he might have felt some fatigue from holding a woman with such ample assets, but for now his pain remained centralized in his neck and in his pride. The change in seating did little for him, however, as now each and every curve lay into him, and for once he could use his eyes to take in the sights associated with his assailant.
Not saying that Socks interacted with the opposite sex enough to even have a type, but she certainly fit the bill.
He had little time to enjoy the scenery, however, as just as his attention wavered she found a way to bring it back unto the foreground. She earned the reputation of a snake as he felt her wet muscle press forth past his lips.The blood had already begun to fade, instead the sickening taste of her saliva seeped down and mixed with his, creating a deadly sweet toxin for the both of them. This was the last thing he wanted, some old fashioned act of love or passion. Fuck that. He didn’t need romance, he needed something raw. Something cruel.
Yet he returned the act. He pressed back with his entire body into her, his tongue twirling in time with hers in a constant tug-of-war between her mouth and his. His hand came back to her head, this time finding it’s home at the base of her hairline just above her neck.His fingertips dug into her as they had once done before, wrapping around her and holding her firmly in place. No matter how much she bit or protested he held her there. His grasp was not gentle, and there was no love associated with his needy touches of her dangerous body. Much as she’d showcased with him he’d found someone with whom he could act out his needs without the fear of breaking.
No pretenses, purely two people taking what they needed.
It didn’t hurt that somehow she tasted better than she had any right to.
This newfound freedom found him pressing back into her kiss. Each nod of his head caused him to rise from the floor a few inches more, before she was no longer pinning him but instead positioned within his lap. No longer needing to support himself his other hand pulled itself to her knee, fingertips sliding upwards along her thighs digging into the soft flesh she left exposed.
“You know,” He spoke against her lips given the opportunity. “I get that blood gives you sustenance, so what good is kissing me?” His voice was haggard from a lack of breath, but the devilish grin he wore made it clear he had a point. They all had needs, and it was seeming that he was zeroing in on her own.
“Well, aside from the obvious that is.” His lips brushed against hers with every syllable, his hips pressing upwards into hers now to hit her where it obviously was hurting the most.
twilightescasy:
“Actually, I usually dominate. Cannot remember the last time I pleasured a males cock, they are always submissive.” Besides, that would require her giving a SHIT about their pleasure experience, which only happened once she favoured someone. She believed in fun, having a good time, even if just a one night stand. She would fight this immortality, she refused to become NUMB, she would never- become like everyone else. “Well, I am sure you are what you eat, makes sense why you’re a PUSSY.” A pause, fingers tapping her cheek for a moment.
“Actually, since you are aware that vampires exist you should expect it as you have sweet blood. Or, is that just me? Hm, I hail from the third century or even prior, social mannerisms change too often, I simply do what I WANT and I wanted to bite you. Simple enough, correct?” And feeling him move about beneath her, she levitated to quickly jump down on him once more. “Be a good table.” Awe, he did not consider her a real threat? His loss, was fine by her- more fun that way.
“Sorry all I heard was I secretly liked it, a lot.” Had she listened to him? Yes, every single word. And yet, she still had this nagging feeling he enjoyed it. She knew he was powerful, could he beat her? She doubted, but her pride and ego did also make that thought obvious. Even so, he should be strong enough to shove her off since she is clearly not trying to keep him down with that much pressure.
“Y-You are so cruel…m-maybe I just wanted your…attention.” Her blush, bright smoky eyes and pale as the moon skin. Ah how cute, innocent and beautiful she must have looked in that moment. Voice alluringly sweet but oh so toxic. Of course, she rolled onto her stomach as if he was a bed for her and then…BITE. Her free hand rolling across his throat, finger lightly tapping at it. Ah…would he enjoy some pain? She wondered….what this ‘angel’ would enjoy. Pausing the bite, she licked at his neck. “Should try and have fun, as you said I am no threat yet you allow me to do this? If I found someone touching me annoying…I would stop them. Oh! D-Do you actually like me? Or just like me touching you?” And, she bit him again, her nails clawing into his shoulders and rolling down the side of her neck.
If anything they at least had a similar view of the world. Socks was trapped here due to his sins, and by the sounds of it so was she. The both of them took what they wanted and cared not for the consequences. Both were too removed from the world to really care.
Of course the both of them were too hard headed to realize their similarities.
“Is that what you heard? You might need to look into a hearing aid if that’s the case. After all you’re getting quite up there in age, ya old hag.” It helped to not be looking directly at her when he called her that, as it was obvious that she showed no sign of aging in the some thousand of years that she’d claimed to have been walking this earth.
It seemed like a common calling card for those Socks interacted with. Maybe he did attract the weirdos. At least this time he could blame it on his blood and not his personality or occupation.
“Aww, I’m sorry. Is being a demonic pain in the ass finally coming back to haunt you and now you’re lonely?” He wiped a fake tear from his eye and sucked back a few false sobs. “It’s ok, I’ll find a lovely dumpster where you can start to look for love again.You know, cause you’re tra-ahhhhn.” If thinking were still something he were capable of he’d be considering all the wrong turns he’d made in life to allow him to end up here.
Instead, he returned to being a writing pile of nerves, arousal, and drool beneath her. Every point of contact felt like a point of conduction, electricity building inside of him as his nerves overtook his senses. He couldn’t remember what their surroundings looked like for he’d had his eyes closed for so long. The only scent which filled his nostrils was the sweet aroma wafting off of the hair which now surrounded him. Even his mouth could only lap at the air, mouth agape to attempt to taste the source of his pleasure, saliva thickening as he was left thirsting for something sweeter than he’d had the pleasure of tasting.
Her words were hypnotic, suggestions which in his dumbfounded state started to sound like reasonable ideas. What if he just gave in? What could be the harm in letting this continue to it’s rightful end? Why was pride so important to him anyway?
As if clawing his way out of his own grave he pried his right hand from the floor in front of him. It made no effort to pry him from his crumpled position, but instead painfully sought out the bundle of black locks hung beside his head. Nails scratched down through the black tendrils and along her scalp. Digging in he took his hold of her.
“You fucking bitch. Shut. Your. Mouth, but don’t you dare stop now.” He spat against gritted teeth once more, but the content didn’t match the delivery. The small amount of control he’d wrested from her was used purely to pull her down further, far enough for his head to crane and his lips to approach hers. He had no need of romantics, though, instead gnashing out with his own teeth to tug and tear at her bottom lip. Their blood now mixing as one, swirling between the ravenous beast and the indelicate snake that had ensnared him.
twilightescasy:
@sweettreatsocks· continued from HERE
“You taste so sweet, how predictable.” A laugh, yet her smirk was ever so clear. “Yet your personality appears to be nothing but sour…I wonder how many layers you have?” Pausing, licking his blood off of her lips. It had been a LONG time since she sank her teeth into somebody, and none had ever tasted sweeter than him. It was true, her eyes saw a persons veins and she saw blood in a different light to others. Although she did steal one more bite, a last suck before licking his wound. One, to be lewd, two it genuinely healed him from any lingering effects.
Then, she sat her fat but lovely ass upon his back, one leg over the other. Gods, she was a BITCH. A toxic, psychopath who could also be a loving angel with a fucked up sense of morality or lack of. “Now why did you not even try to move? Afraid I shall enjoy it if you fight back? Or simply allowing me to have fun in the way that causes you the least effort?~”
The lanky male crumpled underneath her. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have the physical strength to resist her, and he had plenty of reason to resist such a vile beast. Still, he found his body locked not by some clever attack, but instead by anticipation. Sure, he had attempted to shift away from her touch initially, but the demon’s determination was intoxicating.
Once she’d sunk her teeth in he was gone.
What should have been excruciating pain and fear was instead like electricity down his spine. His head clouded from the sensory overload. Eyes which shut already from the face first encounter with the floor were now wincing in time with the clenched jaw only a few inches below. His nails dug into the floor ahead of him, clawing for something to keep him not safe, but grounded from this ecstasy.
And then it was over.
And then she started to speak again.
Like a hypnotist snapping their fingers he broke free from his masochistic, drool lined daze and craned his head to let one eye meet with his assailant.
“What can I say, you are what you eat. Explains why you’re such a dick.”
He had no way of explaining his actions moments prior, no way to explain the moans, the quivering, or the submission. That wouldn’t stop him from fighting tooth and nail to assert himself against this woman. “I’m not your fucking tootsie-pop, so let’s never find ou-auha_-ahnnn._” Another bite and another jolt of sick pleasure.
She really needed to stop doing that.
The shift from blood bag to a piece of furniture at least gave the angel some breathing room to speak his mind. Figuratively, not literally, as her body seemed to do it’s best to pin him where he lay. Resigning himself to his life as a La-Z-Boy for a moment he spat back at her, his back arching emphatically as he pleaded his case.
“Or, hear me out, option C. No one expects someone to sneak up behind them and start attempting to drain them like a Capri-sun. Is this how they greet people where you’re from, or is this an alternative to the introductory reach around?” With a crack of his neck he resisted her oppression once more to little effect. “If I deemed you a threat you’d already be on your way back to hell, bitch. Instead you’re just a mild annoyance, like a mosquito, even down to the blood sucking part.”
Avoid.
Deny.
God Socks would make for a talented politician. Just as many skeletons in his closet, too.
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