#terr1fy

[studiodrafts]

this   isn't   the   first   time   the   monster hunter   has   been   exposed   to   the vampire's   fangs.   since   the   start   of   this   passionate   affair they now share   ,   he   has   offered   his   neck to her   countless   times   in   a   show   of   trust   &   genuine care.   the   sting   of her bite quickly   ebbs   away   in   replacement   for   a   cold   , yet   stinging   fire   ,   energy   slowly   draining   from him mixed   with   a   heat   of   desire   that   cannot   be   denied.   the   action   leaves   him   weak   afterwards   ,   but   it's   worth   it   if   it   means   he   can   experience   closeness   with   his   love while keeping her hunger at bay.   tonight   is   no   different   as   he   lays   in   bed   waiting   for   her   ,   well   trained   eyes   looking   around   to   ensure   they   are   safe   in   her   chambers   ,   though   he   knows   there   is   no   need.   despite   having   abandoned   his   duties   as   a   monster   hunter   ,   it's   is   difficult   to   completely   break   away   from   old   habits he was raised to do.

as   genevieve   approaches   the   lush bed   ,   the   hunter   smiles   ,   happy   to   be   hunted   for   once   if   it   means   having   her   close.   ❝   you   enjoy   making   an   entrance . . . as well as making me wait.   ❞   loid   speaks   plainly   but his   eyes   betray   him   ,   showcasing   the   impatience   &   need   that   he   has   for   his   lover.   hands   grip   at   the   sheets   in   an   effort   to   ground   himself   ,   his   body   reclined   back   ,   prepared   to   lay   down   the   moment   she   joins   him.   ❝   it's   been   some   time   since   you   last   fed , darling. i   hope   i   can   help   with   that   tonight   ,   unless   you   rather   do   anything   else.   the   choice   is   yours.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵗʰᵉ   ᶜᵃⁿᵛᵃˢ·     featured artist   ﹕   @terr1fy  as   genevieve   belmont.

[spiritdreamt]

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. @terr1fy

she has the sense, however dimly, that this claim should probably frighten her. by everything she's been taught, violence is wrong. revenge is wrong. but—she's gone without justice for so long. she's gone without defense for so long. is it so strange that she looks at him now, her eyes reddened and damp from tears, and feels more affection than apprehension? is it so strange that there's some strange satisfaction curling in her chest at the thought that those who've hurt her will feel even an ounce of the pain she has? not to say she's proud of it. it's wrong. it's bad.

percy is quiet for a long moment. her inhale is shaky, as is the hand that comes up to wipe away her few stray tears. "it shouldn't bother me anymore," she says automatically, then: "i should be used to it by now." shouldn't she? it's been part of her life for so long, now; every cutting word shouldn't feel like the first. but she never grew the thick skin that might have protected her. instead, she thinks she just got softer. more fragile. and deep inside, in the shadowy corners of her heart, something has festered. that something is whispering now: is it really wrong? you want it, don't you? you want her to suffer.

"you'd really do that for me?"

DEVOTED, YEARNING & POSSESSIVE (ACCEPTING)

[celestialgrvce]

@terr1fy sent: rose / john: “you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me.” + ✔️ for one muse to caress the other’s face.

The   shiver   that   the   gesture   sends   down   her   spine   is   something   Rose   herself   cannot   really   comprehend.   It's   as   if   her   body   is   reacting   instinctively   to   his   touch   without   even   daring   asking   for   her   consent.   How   utterly   shameful   that   was.   An   unspoken   emotion   swirls   in   those   emerald   irises   of   hers,   slight   tremor   in   her   voice   as   she   finally   dares   speak   up   after   what   feels   like   forever.

❝   It's...   tough...   ❞  She   allows   herself   to   close   her   eyes   if   only   for   a   brief   moment.   Fuck.   She   shouldn't   be   enjoying   this   but...   despite   her   becoming   an   apprentice   just   to   mess   with   his   traps   because   of   her   own   personal   vendetta,   she   feels   something   she   hadn't   felt   in   a   very   long   time.   Feeling   such   foreign   to   her...   He   had   been   nothing   but   patient   with   her   ever   since   she   joined   and   she...   can't   help   but   play   right   into   his   hands.

[fatedbride]

BRIGHT IS THE smile that etches into stitched features, the being positively beaming with excitement. “ i have discovered the most amazing book! ” aforementioned book remain in hand, now being presented to @terr1fy. “ i truly believe this one may be my favorite. ” she says, as if she hadn't made such a claim about every new book in the past. / sc.

[attckdog]

there's something about you, something you carry. - clarice.

it's not the first time he's heard something akin to that. perhaps it's the weight of the world on his shoulders pressing down HARDER & HARDER until his spine has begun folding, perhaps it's the exhaustion he wears as a shade of eye color. leon isn't sure he believes in what resides deeper, the projection of ones soul on your exterior. . . so, it must be the former ideas. the carcass that is his body presents his story in such a way, after all. " reading me like a book, huh? what chapter are you on? " he doesn't mean for his tone to come out as brisk as it does. the somewhat teasing joke was meant to be just that. though the idea of being seen, being read into, has him more alert than he rightly needs to be, so it seems.

" because i can't imagine it's all that good of a read, " a gentler reply, walking back his sharper reaction in a quiet apology.

[canisdiaboli]

@terr1fy ( reed ) liked for a lyric starter !!

" what do you believe when nobody is watching? "

[canisdiaboli]

@terr1fy ( clarice ) liked for a lyric starter !!

" my brain is poisonous, my body is a mess, my heart is hazardous. who could i be instead? "

[hagiophagy]

[ many ] my muse making yours orgasm over and over. - black phillip, with his long ass tongue B)

let the record state that lucy is trying to be on better behavior. she's never been too good at keeping her nose or her hands clean but ... at least there's an effort. the thing about effort, however, is that sometimes it's hard to keep it up— which is why he's in a place that he isn't too familiar with, kissing a man she barely even knows. fuck, he doesn't even think he knows his name.

the only thing lucy knows is the sensation of hands against the back of her thighs and a warm, wet mouth on her cunt. her underwear has been tossed aside to a place she doesn't even know (and really, doesn't even care). lucy also knows she's biting at her bottom lip so hard she tastes copper in her mouth. she's burning up. she's sweating. his own fingers are trying to unbutton her shirt to get any relief, though the action doesn't last long before he digs a hand into the man's dark hair, tugging hard as she comes again. it's like he's hitting places inside her that she didn't even realize the body had. jesus, how many times is that? she's lost count but it feels too fucking good to have him stop.

there's an attempt to tug his head away, his eyes watery as he glances down with a half-cocked grin. " g— god, you're ... do you need ... do you need air? " it's mainly an effort to stop the overstimulation. lucy thinks if he comes again so soon, his legs are going to give out. @terr1fy