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==> You nod your head instantly, then shake it, then nod again and growl in confusion. You most certainly not have tasted anything this red and this sugary together, but… it’s still not the same as the Strider blood. Then again, it might be better; it’s so sweet and succulent and it’s being offered to you. The situation stirs a purr at the back of your throat, especially when he places his hand on your head.
might be up in the thinking that it’s the motherfucking best thing around. BE JUST UP IN THAT GOOD OLD SPOT ALL MOTHERFUCKING WANTING TO BE TALKING AT ME, YOU KNOW?
==> You nuzzle your head up against his other hand and run your teeth lightly up his arm, tongue still dabbing at the cuts on his hands.
BE LIKE IT WAS MOTHERFUCKING DESTINED YOU CAME TO BE IN MY MOUTH. YOU A GIFT FROM THE MOTHERFUCKING MESSIAHS?
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==> You watch the blood well up with acute interest. You’ve always loved the look of your own blood. Always knew your blood was so much prettier than any other trickster’s blood. Oh this was just like all the pity stories with the magnificent highblood greeting a member of the court. You can’t help but laugh.
Do you like it, sugar daddy?
==> You grab him by the wrist and pull him a bit closer so you can bite the area between his palm and wrist, wanting more. Your tongue skids over and laps up every drop with easy, darting around like some kind of animal.
MOTERFUCKER YES. CAN’T EVER FUCKING HAVE ENOUGH RED IN ME. WANT TO FUCKing eat all of you red blood motheRFUCKERS ALL THE TIME.
==> You let out a chirpy, high-pitched cackle and put your other hand on his bicep, holding him in place while your mouth consumes most of his hand.
==> You nod your head instantly, then shake it, then nod again and growl in confusion. You most certainly not have tasted anything this red and this sugary together, but… it’s still not the same as the Strider blood. Then again, it might be better; it’s so sweet and succulent and it’s being offered to you. The situation stirs a purr at the back of your throat, especially when he places his hand on your head.
might be up in the thinking that it’s the motherfucking best thing around. BE JUST UP IN THAT GOOD OLD SPOT ALL MOTHERFUCKING WANTING TO BE TALKING AT ME, YOU KNOW?
==> You nuzzle your head up against his other hand and run your teeth lightly up his arm, tongue still dabbing at the cuts on his hands.
BE LIKE IT WAS MOTHERFUCKING DESTINED YOU CAME TO BE IN MY MOUTH. YOU A GIFT FROM THE MOTHERFUCKING MESSIAHS?
18 notes (via cherryflavoredcarnage & indigoinsides)