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[vampsired]

Injured x GC

cast ᯓ✦: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, haibara, & utahime ^when they’re in school together

summary: the reader gets injured on a impromptu mission with a first grade curse which turns out to be a special grade, the gc react to shoko revealing this information

warning: mention of injury, slight angst and comfort THE REQUEST

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an: hope you enjoyed this anon, it’s so much longer than I planned 😭

Geto is meant to say how did they mix up a first grade with a special grade oopsies, I’ll swap that slide out soon😭

[vampzity]

spidey senses | J.YH

"when nothing adds up i’ll be your number, you’re 106 and i’m 94." — 200, mark

—✫ pairing: spider-man! yunho x gn! reader

—✫ genre: ateez, drabble, spider-man au, fluff, jeong yunho

—✫ synopsis: you were always very close with yunho, but you never quite knew who he really was whenever he made excuses to leave or cancel plans with you. as close as you felt with yunho, you didn’t realize you were close with someone else in the process.

—✫ wc: 923

[warnings]: cursing, really no other warnings but that

—✫ a/n: i love spiderman. i needed a spidey yunho idea to be written so here we are ! mark’s new mv just urged my will to do it. not my favorite piece, but I really wanted to write it and keep it short! *not proofread*

“Where the heck is he?”

You sat on your bed, annoyed as you continued to check your phone. He should’ve been here by now, but of course, he was late as usual.

You and Yunho were supposed to go out to a new cafe that opened in town. It closed at eight and the plan was to leave at five, but when you had checked the time, it was now pushing 7:30.

It didn’t help that today was the day you were planning to admit your feelings to him, determined to take the weight that’s sat on top of your shoulders for so long. You two have been close for some time, so what could go wrong? There was a chance he had felt the same, no?

You sighed heavily, taking off your shoes and jacket as disappointment filled your heart. This was the 4th time this week he had been late, or even a “no-show,” and you were tired. Just as you were going to lay down, a tall man flew in through your window, wearing red and blue.

“What the fuck?!!” you yelled, throwing your shoe at the figure in your room.

The shoe flew at his head, earning a groan out of him as he grabbed the back in pain. Your eyes widened at his suit, realizing the similar spider webbed pattern layered across it.

Did Spider-man really just fly through your window?!

The man sighed heavily and began to turn to you., rubbing the back of his head softly as he held his mask in his other hand.

“Dude, you know I come in through your window all the time.. why would you hit me???”

Your eyes widened as you two stood face to face. Your face in utter shock as he came into view. Did he even realize his mask was off? Surely, right? Maybe he wasn’t the smartest superhero everyone made him out to be.

“Yunho?!” you spoke, your eyes practically popping out of your head as his own did with you.

He quickly looked down, seeing the mask scrunched in his hands. It was at this point that Yunho knew there was no going back, and now he had to come clean. What excuse could he possibly make to you? Especially in such a quick amount of time? It was inevitable.

“Shit.” he brought his free hand up to his face, shaking his head softly as he realized his stupidity. “Well.. uh, let me explain myself.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting to the side in bed as you made room for him to sit down. He took a seat, sighing as he tired to explain the ordeal to you; from how he was bit, to when. How he had gotten used to his powers and ultimately decided to use it for good. It also brought answers to the billions of questions you’d have over his whereabouts, as to why he was always so late to hang out with you or even why he ditched you at times.

You punched him in the arm, crossing your hands as you sat there in disbelief. Yunho looked at you with a shy smile, unsure of how you may take the news.

“You idiot. You should’ve told me.” you mumbled, holding onto his hand.

He shrugged and squeezed your hand softly. “I didn’t want you to worry about me. It’s a big responsibility, you know?”

You nodded, standing up as you pulled him with you. You took the mask from his hand, placing it over his eyes. His face turned red as he felt your hands rest in his, still unable to see where you were.

“I was still worried about your whereabouts, Yunho. I hope you can learn to trust me.”

You both exchanged a smile as you rested your hand against his cheek. Pulling his face to yours, you rested your lips on his softly. Your lips intertwined as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His lips were warm against yours, making your heart beat out of your chest.

You pulled away from him, keeping your eyes low as he pulled his mask up from his own. He smiled at you softly, his hand coming up to your chin. He lifted your head slowly to look at him, kissing you one more time before beginning to speak.

“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve waited to do that.” he chuckled softly, his cheeks as red as blood.

You blushed, feeling your heart rest as he calmed your nerves with his confession. The weight you once felt living on your shoulders, was now gone. He did feel the same, felt the exact same as you. Your bond was too strong, not even a mere superhero confession could break that apart. It only made you stronger, and you were grateful for that.

“Does this mean I’m your sidekick?” you smiled cheekly, a laugh escaping you as he rolled his eyes.

“Hmm… I’m not sure..”

Yunho wrapped his arm around your waist, placing his mask back on and bringing you toward the window. He opened it, bringing you both out onto the fire escape.

“How about we go for a ride and find out, hm?”

You looked up at him, your eyes lighting up. You wrapped your arms around his chest and neck, holding on tightly as he prepared to take off. He tilted his head at you, signaling to you that he was smiling under his mask.

“Alrighty spidey sidekick, hold on tight.”

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[ruskaroma]

If John is eating reader out on her period then he must enjoy fucking her in it as well, and raw. But what if reader doesn’t know what John does for a living and wonders why it turns him on so much to have period sex?

She’ll notice how intensely he watches his cock disappear into her sensitive pussy, and how he moans at the sight of his cock coming out coated with reader’s blood. And coming inside her? She wonders how such a messy and gross act can awaken something primal in the sophisticated man.

With all the blood that John has shed, there’s something so satisfying about fucking clueless reader when she’s on her period. He’s not hurting her (and would never), matter of fact he’s pleasuring her! It’s such a contrast between both acts and John is glad to experience the latter with reader.

you are onto something and i’m here for it.

listen. listen.

john wick has a MASSIVE (cock) corruption kink. i repeat, john wick has a MASSIVE (cock) corruption kink.

it turns him on so much how unaware you are of his job. you don’t know just how much bodies he disposes on a daily basis and how dangerous he could be, yet you still stay with him because you don’t know. john gets off on your naivety.

when he’s fucking you on your period, it’s pure heaven. it’s filthy, but god does it feel so good. especially for john, who’s always enjoying the sight of his cock sinking in your bloody cunt.

and you’re extra sensitive when you’re on your period !! you turn into a crybaby. just one touch from him and you’d already be tearing up and just beg for him to start fucking you already.

“i remember how much you hated period sex at first,” he’d tease, biting at your neck as he plows his large cock deeper inside your pussy, hitting the deepest parts of your insides you could feel it in your stomach. “you said it’s too messy, but you don’t have to worry about such things, baby. i like it messy.”

“y-you’re so weird,” you whimper, holding on to his shoulders as your legs shake from pleasure. “y-you get turned on with my blood. a-are you a v-vampire?”

“maybe,” john smirks, nipping your neck. “would you still take my cock if i am?”

“m-maybe.”

[corvidcrossbow]

~•♡•~ Daddy's Little Dhampir

➳ Summary: All you'd wanted in life was to meet a real life vampire, and by some twist of fate, you got so much more than that (Dad!Vamp!Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, picking up at 6 years post outbreak – references to your childhood

➳ Word count: 2.9k

➳ C/W: Mentions of blood and vampire stuff, allusions to typical TWD gore

➳ A/N: I had to dump this rq while we're still on the vamp train, and thank y'all for all the love n 140+ followers I appreciate y'all 🫶

If you could go back and tell your little nine year old self that vampires were real, she'd lose. her. mind.

The nine year old who checked out every book from the library on them and other folklore creatures, and would sit immersed for hours, taking notes and educating herself before falling asleep in front of it all: but picking it all back up the next day.

The nine year old who urged her friends to come exploring with her in the forest after dark, and proudly said ‘Fine. I'll just do it by myself’ when they all declined. Who trekked over dead leaves with a dim flashlight, who's pulse spiked and excitement grew as noises rustled around her and her gaze shot up to the sky to see a bat fly overhead. Who had the widest smile in existence… just to turn and have a blinding light shone in her face and police officers announce ‘We found her!’ – and who pouted when her parents scolded her for sneaking out before wrapping her in tight hugs and saying they were just glad she was safe, and she snapped back with: ‘I don’ wanna be safe! I wanna find the vampires and I was about to and you guys ruined it!’

The nine year old who eventually fell out of her obsessive phase, but always maintained belief. Who retained every bit of knowledge, and would still step outside sometimes in the night, or veer off her path and wander in the woods while walking somewhere. Who traveled to major cities solely to explore nightclubs and hot spots. Who truly believed deep down in her heart and soul that vampires were real.

If you told her, 25 years from then, she'd not only know a vampire, but be married to him, and sit against the headboard in their bed at home with him beside her, head resting on her shoulder as they both stared down at the newborn infant in her arms… you think she'd pass out. Especially if you added the whole part about an unknown virus sparking a massive outbreak that caused people to rise from the dead and turn into rotting, flesh eating monsters, and in return cause the entirety of society across the globe to collapse, leaving only a fraction of the population alive, and that's how she'd even meet said vampire in the first place – and that it's already been 6 years since then.

But while she may pass out, you didn't. It was ironic, how everything you'd ever dreamt about came true in the one way you'd never imagined it. Despite all the negatives, everything you lost; you gained so many positives: the vampiric love of your life, and the daughter you shared.

The smile on your face was wider than the one in the forest that night so long ago, eyes glued to the baby in front of you that slept so peacefully despite the chaos that surrounded her existence. Simply conceiving her was a challenge atop everything else, given the crossing of your species. You tilted your head to the side, resting against the mans, and murmured an ‘I love you’.

To which he shifted his and brought lips to your jawline, returning the admission as a second nature, it having grown so much easier to express such since he met you. And how could he not pour his heart out and remind you every second how madly, crazily, desperately, needily and obsessively in love with you he was – the same way you were in love with even just the concept of his existence – now that you'd carried, birthed, and held his perfect baby girl in your arms.

The newborn wriggled in adjustment, subconsciously cuddling closer to the warmth of your body, fully reliant on you for survival.

“She's gonna be yer little dhampir, Daryl… Daddy's little dhampir,” You spoke softly, admiring the blessing of her life.

“Yea, she is…” He replied, reaching a hand to stroke the side of her face with a gentle finger, which lulled her back into rest. He lived for you, and now he lived for her.

❥-》》—————➣

You loved your daughter to bits, but those books didn't quite warn you how difficult raising a dhampir would be sometimes.

“God, Daryl- What do I do? How the hell do I feed her?!” You asked frantically as the baby screamed and cried so hard in your hold it was concerning. Breastfeeding didn't quench this thirst, yet she had no teeth to bite into you.

“Fuck, jus’-” Daryl sputtered, grabbing a bottle and a knife, and slicing open his palm, flexing muscles to drain it faster into the container before screwing on the lid and shoving it to you to feed her as he spat into his hand to heal over the wound. Crisis averted.

Luckily, she didn't seem to require blood often, and you two created a better system after that: Daryl building an enclosure in the yard and storing live animals he'd find there so you could drain them when needed.

When her teeth did eventually come in, she had the cutest smile ever – small yet pin-sharp fangs poking through the pinkish gums of her mouth.

“Yea? Yer’ah damn lil’ biter, huh?” Daryl chaffed, playfully flicking splashes at her during bath time as you both sat at the edge of the tub.

She giggled, edges of her mouth curling up as she slapped the surface of the water to try and get him back for it – and he'd always dramatically act like he was hit by a tsunami when in reality it was just a few small drops on his arms. Just to hear her laugh.

The moment she was walking, she was outside, stumbling around and soon running, that instinct to be out in nature clearly taken from her father.

“Poppa,” She whined as you set her down at the bottom of the steps outside the house, her turning back and reaching a grasping hand towards Daryl, the other holding yours, as he took a seat on the steps, sun on the other side of the home and shadow protecting him from the daylight, but not the yard.

“Daddy can only watch right now. Remember the sunlight isn't good for him, okay sweetheart?” You cautiously reminded her as her head looked back to you, too young to wrap her mind around the concept.

He'd watch and talk as you two'd sit in the grass and play, sometimes covering best he could and making the sacrifice anyway just to make his daughter happy. And you'd always go out and play at nighttime anyway.

Growing into a toddler and young child, she was an absolute menace, Daryl just fueling her every troublemaking behavior.

“What in the world are you two doing?!” You called from the stairs, wiping sleep from your eyes and catching Daryl and your daughter immediately freeze, having been loudly chasing each other around downstairs with their enhanced agility in the middle of the night – busted.

The child gave an innocent toothy smile, and Daryl a sheepish grin as she pointed at him. “‘Ts daddy's fault!” She always blamed him when it was 100% her doing.

You rolled your eyes and groaned, pinching your brow. “Dixon, get yer damn daughter to bed and your ass into ours.” It was nowhere near the first time they'd woken you up with such.

“Yes ma'am.” And he took the moment of distraction to grab the child as she kicked and squealed in the interlocking cell his arms created.

Then as she aged, she completely mirrored every aspect of his personality, practically a carbon copy of him.

“Shuddup! Yall'ere ah buncha assholes!”

“Ay! Ya better watch yer mouth girl! Ain't nobody tell ya you could be talkin’ like tha’!” Daryl called across the way, catching hints of her civil argument with some other kids – as civil as a Dixon could be.

“That one really is your fault,” You teased him with a smirk, gently elbowing his side as he rolled his eyes and groaned.

“They called me Lucille cause ‘ima bloodthirsty bat’!” She nor Daryl even possessed the ability to transform. That was more fantasy.

He vanished to deal with it before you could finish your blink, leaving just the energy of his protectiveness in his wake.

—

“Hey ma, I gotcha somethin’!” She practically slid across the edge of the kitchen counter, clasped hand held out to you.

“If this is another big ass bug-”

“It's not! It's not!” She opened to a large stone of jasper. “Found it while wanderin’ – inside the walls –, thought ya might want it cause dad always gets ya ‘em, ‘nd yer ring.” She motioned to the band on your finger, adorned with a jasper center. Daryl started collecting them for you after you'd liked the one he found back near the prison.

—

“Nah, ts'only 4.9. Mine's bigger.” Daryl beamed triumphantly as they each weighed cottontail rabbits they'd caught on a hunt. They always had competitions on who could catch more, or the larger game.

“Tha's not fair! Only weighs less now cause it lost more blood on tha way back than yers did!”

“Still counts. Gotta get'ah cleaner shot, babyfangs. Then ya won’ waste so much.”

So many moments were leagues better than what your imagination curated in your youth, full of that real laughter and care and love that you could only placebo before.

But… some moments of it were the hardest, scariest moments of your life.

“Do you have any traces of her at all? Can you smell her??” You asked worriedly through labored breaths as you ran faster than you had from any person or walker or thing before. Fear pumped through your veins, somehow pushing you to keep up with Daryl's vampiric pace as you sped through the forest, bow on your back and crossbow on his, searching for your daughter.

“Yea, she ain't far. Ts’jus’ hard tah pick ‘er out with tha walkers cloudin’ it,” He grunted back, straining his senses to try and focus in on where she'd be. Sunlight seared his skin, having left the house so quickly he had no time to dress in proper attire. He didn't care, he didn't even feel it over everything he felt for his perfect girl.

“Daddy?” That soft, familiar voice ripped you both from your rush, stopping so fast you nearly toppled over and mutually whipped to take hurdles towards your daughter and wrap her in your arms. Now you truly understood your parents – so, so many years ago; that burning, aching dread to do anything and everything for your baby, to exhaust yourself to find them when they were lost, how it felt to have them in your arms again after thinking the worst thoughts one could illustrate. But there were some situations your parents never had to worry about.

“What? What is it?” You asked in alarm, pulling back to look at your daughter's face as tears started to stream down her cheeks and her gaze flicked away, the teenager so reluctant to be honest. “Please baby, what is it!?”

To your every worst fear, she reached up and pulled the neckline of her shirt aside, revealing the distinctive imprint of a walker's bite carved into the flesh on the nape of her neck.

“M'sorry, m'so sorry- I dun’ kno’ what happened I jus’-” She stammered, unable to find the words or will to begin to explain herself. Your stomach dropped so far you wouldn't be surprised if it was down in the molten core of the Earth.

The neck. It had to be neck. If it was the arm, you could amputate it, maybe she'd even have the chance of regrowing the limb, and same with the leg. If Daryl had converted you to a vampire like you'd talked about once many years ago, she never would've been a dhampir, and would never need to care about the risk walkers posed to her – whole vampiric nature making it impossible for the virus to infect them, able to survive bites and just let them heal over. If you'd payed some more fucking attention to what she was doing and where she was going, she wouldn't even be out here. If this, if that. If-

“Am I gonna die?” She sobbed, looking between you two with the most terrified expression you'd ever seen. You couldn't even register her question before her dad answered. He was always better at those split second response times where every extra beat changed the confidence of a statement.

“Nah. Yer not dyin’. Drink.” Daryl tore away his shirt, craning his neck to expose a spot by his left clavicle, close to his heart so it'd pump the most blood the quickest, and he knelt to her level. She was hesitant. “C'mon. Now!”

You watched as she stepped forward and sunk teeth into him, drawing long siphons of his blood. You prayed the purity of it compared to hers would aid her system in warding off the infection, should a dhamir still be susceptible to it. You didn't know. You didn't know if this would even work. Your heart raced so fast you couldn't even feel it anymore, like your body was already trying to shield you from how it may feel if it breaks.

“Daryl, that's enoug-” You started after a long moment, worried he'd just end up killing himself too. You couldn't lose either of them, but especially not both.

“Nah. Drink till ya can't no more – don’ give'ah damn ‘bout how much ya take,” He barked at you, then lightened his tone for her. He was beginning to feel woozy, pressure building in his head as his body's efforts to replenish struggled to keep up with her anxious draws. But again, he didn't care. He would do anything for her. He would bleed himself dry should it mean even the chance of keeping her alive.

But eventually she retracted her fangs, guilt overpowering the rest of her emotions. How could she live with herself if she was responsible for her own father's death? “Daddy, m'sorry, I-”

“Ya needah… drink, moonshine…” He wavered, and you grabbed him steady before he collapsed, resting him back against a tree trunk as you and your daughter sat on either side.

“Shit, Daryl.. c'mon, drink somma mine,” You urged, tugging your own top out of the way and offering to him.

“Nah, m'not-”

“I told ya to fuckin’ drink it!” In the rare times you raised your voice at him, he'd immediately listen: now driving his canines into your body, but taking far less of your crimson than he needed. He was too selfless for his own good.

You brushed the matted hair from his charring forehead, looking back at your daughter who tried to quiet her cries as she couldn't bring herself to look at him, curling into a ball of her own pity and shame.

“Honey, look at me,” You reached out, sliding your hand to cup her cheek and bring it up, her glassy eyes meeting yours. “I need you to help me get him home, okay? Ts’not safe out here.”

She just sat there for a moment, silently looking at you. She didn't want to accept that any of this was actually happening.

“We're all gonna be okay, so long as we get home. I love you.” That motherly tone melted her, and she nodded a little, unwinding and helping you to hoist the archer up and carry him back to Alexandria.

You kept them both in bed with you, nursing Daryl's drained status back to the typical, and keeping close watch on your daughter for any symptoms of the infection. You stayed there hour after hour, only leaving for brief moments to harvest another rabbit or squirrel for your husband, and fluids for yourself to regenerate as you'd been having him feed from you in intervals.

Your daughter spent most of it distant on the other side of the bed, back to you both, but not asleep. And you frowned.

“Babygirl, come here.” She didn't move, prefering to still act like she had nothing to do with any of this. “Sweetheart…” You reached down and forcibly dragged her up to cuddle between you and her father, soothingly stroking her head as she broke into tears again and he wrapped her in a half-dazed embrace.

Daryl was fine, just a little droopy at this point, and you mutually watched and held your girl. You prayed and pleaded and begged more than you had as a child, for a completely different reason. And to your every actually important hope and dream, a fever never spiked. Her skin never grew sweaty and clammy, eyebags never sagged, never grew weak.

Whether being a dhampir alone saved her, or Daryl's healing components pulled the rest of the weight, it didn't really matter. She was alive, and she'd live, and neither of you would ever allow this to repeat.

That customarily fatal bite turned to a scar, then smoothed back out to the unscathed plane it was before. Daryl spooned her as they both drifted into a slumber, a faint smile cresting your lips as you gazed from the opposite side. It wasn't as big as that night as a kid, or when your daughter was born, but it held as much meaning. You were all okay.

You got your vampire, and he got you – and you both got your little girl.

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[intromortal]

sacrifice (eat me up)

vampire prince!p.sh x f!reader wc: 946

cw: smut, blood, sacrifices, main character death, some gore, hoonie is vampire royalty and huh... cannibalism?

"My love", Sunghoon whispers against your temple as he keeps thrusting inside you with your knees spread open on his and his chest to your back, seated right on the altar you're supposed to get bitten and feasted on the following day. That same altar used to worship your malevolent deities was being repurposed as it now was you Sunghoon was worshipping. "Do not worry that pretty little head of yours, I will take care of this".

His brothers had warned him that falling in love so deeply with a mortal was a grave mistake. But he couldn't help how his heart swelled and his head felt lighter every time he saw you outside his royal palace, on his strolls down to the town. He knew in the end nothing good could come out of this, but he also didn't expect you to be chosen among the humans the princes had to sacrifice every year to the gods of the undead, to keep them from unleashing their wrath on the already weak and thinning population they were tasked to protect all those centuries ago.

It's not like he could do anything to change your fate, the gods chose the subjects themselves and any harm brought to them would cause a catastrophe of unseen magnitude.

Once selected the thirteen unlucky humans would be taken to the palace, held away from everyone else, with enough commodities to pretend they were somewhat free but also with no freedom at all, until the day of the ritual where the princes had to inject them with their powerful venom and leave them on the altar they had built as an offering for the deities to descend and feast on. Other than the intoxicating feeling of savouring flesh infused with powerful vampire royalty blood probably induced, Sunghoon truly could not understand what this ritual accomplished anyway.

He kept thinking about how the deities were toying with them all, princes and population alike, as he let his hand travel down your body to your cunt, starting to toy with your bundle of nerves, eliciting sweet sounds of pleasure and desperation from you.

He thought about how you must be so scared, even with the brave face you put up in front of everyone, even when you sweetly asked him to make you his one more time before the ritual after he snuck you out of the chambers you were being kept in. You were probably thinking about all the rumours that spread like wildfire among the peasants: how there had to be reasons to leaving such a bloody mess after every session the gods required, entire chunks of flesh still hanging from the corpses, sometimes leaving one martyr miraculously but barely alive, entire limbs and organs missing, indicating that they were alive while being eaten.

He thought they probably drew more pleasure from inflicting this psychological pain on the princes and the landsmen than anything. Not that Sunghoon was particularly affected by this: his brothers cared a lot more, sweet Jay and Sunoo in particular, the most devoted to their mission among all of them.

He keeps thinking and thinking and thinking as he fucks you towards your orgasm, small tears trailing down his cheeks at the devastating feeling of having to give you up.

"Hoonie", you sob out as you come around him, leaning your head against his shoulder as tears and other broken sobs start to spill out of you. Sunghoon suspects he might be crazy as he feels his heart hurt, even though he knows it stopped beating aeons ago. It's then that he makes up his mind.

He lowers his head, starting to trail kisses down your neck as you sigh fondly, head still cloudy from your high. "My dearest, I will love you until the end of times with my entire being, but think it's time to go", he whispers against your skin before revealing his sharp canines and biting down without waiting for your response, your sweet taste invading his senses. You uselessly struggle against him, so he sneaks his arms around your body, securing them against your middle and pinning you closer to his chest as he keeps feeding off of you. His mouth is so full of your blood, and he doesn't think he could stop even if he wanted to, so he keeps gurgling down whatever your body manages to give him.

You're barely conscious as he starts ripping away the flesh from the junction of your neck and shoulders, savouring and relishing in your flavour as he questions how he could have ever lived without this bliss all his life. He spins you around as he keeps gnawing at any inch of skin he can manage before your body goes cold. His mind is far gone at that point, intoxicated by you at the point of no return, and even if he knows he just sentenced an entire population to eradication he can't bring himself to care. Why would he want anyone to live after losing you? He thinks if you don't get to live then no one else should. His lovely angel. So he laughs. He laughs so hard and so loud and maniacally as he holds whatever's left of you close, bloody chunks of flesh all over his clothes and his eyes blown out with lust still as his brothers barge in the room, horrified looks dawning on their faces when they take in the gruesome scene in front of their eyes.

Sunghoon feels his throat flood with bile as his crazed laughs turn into painful sobs, his whole being shaking as he slowly sobers up. "Don't worry my love, I will be seeing you soon", he whispers against your mutilated corpse. "We all will".

a/n: idk y'all i was feeling a little quirky

[astralnymphh]

hear me out. vamp!ellie who bends her knee to a kneel at your feet, as you abide a cushiony seat denting in your weight, her icy fingertips running up the curve of your calf until her palm meets the thickest point of it and halts, supporting your leg. laying your foot on her thigh, she tucks fingers of the opposing hands a fingerbreadth beneath the hem of your sock, dragging the cotton a demure trace downwards just enough to expose the knob of your ankle, creaking a content smirk to one corner of her lips, becking her head low and swathing her open gob over the bump. then, a sharp sting in pinpoint areas strikes up your leg, right as her incisors sink and bottom fully in the flesh. you wince, merely a tad, because you are used to this. a tender taking of blood, be it your neck, thigh, waist, or collarbone, you dwell in its painful pleasure, always.

"ah–" the mere wince pitches, lush of breath.

you feel her neck bob against the top of your toes and a tickle fiddles with your staccato heart at that paltry feeling– of her drinking threads of your blood. she made you throb, in vulnerable passions.

the sting dies, and all that's left in the wake of delirious pain is the press of mildly chapped, silken skin buds. a vampiric kiss of wintery haze. sated of your bittersweet taste, she draws her fangs back in, the smoothness of those pearls rubbing inside the fresh wound before prying off– web of saliva tethered to the ruddy tinting.

she reels back only slightly, folding her coral tongue over the plush of her lip to rend any strings of spit broken and swept inside her mouth. a gulp bobs her throat once more, tilting her head to gauge your resulting expression, tugging a dimpled grin at how keen your eyes poured. poured of a dizzying gaze through drooping lids, sedated of her suckling. as usual. tousled fawn auburn bangs, well frizzy and perking up in awkward spires– a bedheaded mullet.

a sweetening rasp of, "fallin' asleep on me already? huh– m'not even done babe~" thrumms ardent to your ankle, breath enveloping the throbbing skin, dripping crimson at the tiny pinholes she left.

"your fault– mhh," words snag in your gullet, hacking nothing but a hum up, "not mine." the burden of your head seated upon your shoulders felt heftier than seconds prior, swaying side to side like a nearly whitecapping boat.

a chuckle she gives, fuck, an irksome chuckle at your expense.

that's ellie for you.

her beady pupils bluster at the sight of red wisping in her peripherals. shame on her, reckless is her lost soul, for allowing such an emblem of her esteemed delicacy to run like a river on your foot. she flattens the biome of her tongue on the wound, craning her head to an angle as she laps up the blood, staining the skin with a more orangey residue. salt to buds, it settles in her mouth, thinning out her pupils in its hellish–ly titillating flavor, the true flavor of you.

a savored swallow is heard.

and then a hark of her husk.

"just once more, baby– need you inside of me~"

blahh i wanna write vamp ellie saur bad!!!

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: safe and sound

This week's @galladrabbles is based on @deathclassic's song prompt "Safe and Sound" by Tonight Alive.

I can't see through the stars in my eyes And I don't recall breathing steady ever since you've been in my life So let me catch my breath before you seal it once again I should be dead by now

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I should be dead by now.

If not from that first time then definitely the second … or the tenth.

What the fuck am I doing?

I have always been reckless, but this is plain suicidal. 

As if reading my thoughts — fuck, maybe he is — Mikhailo lifts his head from between my legs, still stroking my cock.

“You’re safe, Ian. You still trust me?”

It’s insane, but I do. I manage a weak nod, breath too unsteady for words, and then he’s sinking his fangs back into my thigh.

I should be dead by now, but I’ve never felt so alive.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

For the drabble game, 5 "are those bite marks?" with reader and jisung please 🥺🥺 (yk like someone seeing sung's teeth marks on reader)

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompt: "Are those bite marks?"

Member: Jisung

Pairing: FemReader x Vamp!Jisung

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Warning: Blood Play. (Jisung is a horny vampire. What can I say?)

You hear the front door to the apartment slam, and then, even above the sound of the shower, your boyfriend's voice singing out operatically, "Honey, I'm hooooome!"

You roll your eyes, calling out over the running water, "In the bathroom!"

You continue lathering your hair, the steamy air filling with the scent of lavender from your shampoo, and moments later, the shower curtain yanks back enough to admit your boyfriend, already stripped out of his clothes.

You arch a brow at him as he makes a show of shivering and scoots in beside you to get under the stream of warm water.

"That's the quickest I've ever seen you lose your clothes."

Jisung makes a sound of disbelief in his throat and looks at you with dramatic hurt, lips pulling into a pout.

"She says, as if I don't rush to get my clothes off anytime I'm around her."

You roll your eyes again, and tilt your head back to rinse your hair, purposefully ignoring when his hands slip onto your hips and his lips find your throat.

When he speaks, you feel the rumble of it in his chest against your back.

"How thoughtful of you to warm my dinner up for me, pet." He teases in a low voice, letting his tongue dart out to press against the warm, flushed skin of your neck.

You want to make a witty remark, but can't help the little hum of contentment that comes from you when he presses an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive, still healing scars of previous 'dinner dates.'

You reach up and loop an arm around his neck, slipping a hand behind his head, feeling the way the water has made his thick, dark hair heavy in between his fingers, keeping him from pulling back from his current position against your throat.

"Hm. I'm just thoughtful like that I guess. Aren't you lucky?"

"The luckiest." Jisung agrees fervently against your skin, taking his time kissing his way up your throat.

You lean back into him, reveling in the way the warm water cascades over you, the way his body molds to your own against your back, but when the sharp tips of his fangs drag lightly across your pulse point, you glance over your shoulder at him, lips curving into the hint of an amused smirk.

"Did you come in here just to tease me?" You ask, scooting away from him slightly, reaching to grab your body wash.

Jisung scoffs and leans against the wall, watching you soap up your skin with a sharp gaze.

"Please. I can't believe you think so low of me, pet. I obviously came in here to stare at your perfect pair of tits."

You make a move to reach out and punch him for his comment, but he just laughs and catches your hand easily, looping his long fingers around your wrist, backing you into a corner.

Your breath catches as his eyes flash darkly, dangerously, as he stares down at you.

"However-" He muses in a lower tone, his eyes flicking down your naked body and back up to your face again with a smirk, as he leans into the wall above your head, caging you in.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and your core clenches as he slowly drags it across the tips of his fangs.

"-I find myself suddenly starving."

You arch a brow, trying not to visibly react as he lets a hand drop, sliding down your chest, between your legs where you're warm and wet, and not from the water of the shower.

"Really?"

"Mm." He hums in response in the back of his throat, and you can't help the slight sound that slips past your lips as he leans into you, hand still between you, lips brushing the column of your throat. "Think you can help me with that, pet?"

You shrug, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning, and swallow hard.

"Maybe."

The amused smirk on Jisung's face says he knows you're not unaffected by what he's doing, not in the slightest, but he just leans forward once more and takes your chin into his free hand, forcing your gaze up to meet his own.

The water cascades over his brow and drips off his dark strands of hair as he hovers his lips barely above your own.

"Let's try this again." He moves his fingers between your thighs, and your breath hitches. Something dark flashes across his gaze at the sound, and his lips gap, revealing the sharp tips of his canines.

He slides his hand down to splay across your throat, seeming to take in your fluttering pulse and heaving breaths with a knowing smirk.

"I'm going to taste you, drink my fill of you." He twirls a strand of your wet hair between his fingers, and your entire body tenses as you wait for him to continue.

He finally meets your gaze, pupils large and dark, and his fingers find your throat again, pushing you back against the wall.

His voice is a growl in his throat now as he stares at you, and you know, he can feel your reaction to him, see it in the way you're heaving for breath.

"And then, when I've had enough, and only then, I'll consider giving you something in return for being such a good little blood bag for me, hm?"

His fingers close around your throat, and he forces your head to the side against the cool porcelain of the shower wall, leaning in as he drags his fangs up the revealed skin of your throat.

You writhe beneath him, and all the while, his fingers between your thighs don't stop.

"Jisung-" You gasp out, breathless, desperate for him to do something. "Please-"

"Patience, pet." Jisung hums beneath his breath, chuckling against your skin, before he skims his nose over your pulse point and breathes in deeply, as if he's feeding just off of the scent of your arousal alone. "Fuck, so worked up for me already aren't you?"

You whine, because that's the only thing you can manage to get out right now, and squirm in his hold, the oversensitivity of it all already threatening to push you over the edge.

His fingers still, and he pulls back with a smirk, pupils dark and wide.

He shakes his head.

"Not yet, pet."

You groan in open frustration, bucking your hips into his fingers, and he laughs slightly, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own.

It's a bruising, searing kiss-his teeth digging into your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he devours you.

"You can come-" He murmurs against your mouth, even as you chase after him, desperate to close the space between you. "-when I'm done."

You make a noise of frustration in your throat again, and this time, when Jisung chuckles, you bite down hard on his bottom lip in retaliation.

His eyes instantly darkens, and he pins you back once more against the wall.

The water is getting cold, pelting down like fine rain from above, but it doesn't matter in this moment, not when you're hot all over just from the way Jisung looks at you.

Like you're something he wants to devour.

He whirls you around effortlessly, your back flush against his front, his long fingers going around your throat, arching you back to look at him, his lips at your ear.

"Put your hands on the wall."

You do as he says, splaying your palms flat against the wall in front of you, leaning in to them a bit as he does an experimental little tug on the lobe of your ear for your efforts.

At your intake of breath, he chuckles, his breath warm against your water cooled skin, and his fingers find the pulse point just beneath your jaw.

"Good girl. Now-" He tilts your head to the side, exposing the skin of your throat, and whispers a kiss across your still pounding pulse. "-hold still."

You take in a breath, holding it, knowing what's coming, and then you feel his fangs sink cleanly into the flesh at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

Every muscle in your body goes tense for a moment with the searing pain, a little whimper escaping past your lips, but as soon as it's there, it's gone, and then it's just all pleasure.

Your entire body relaxes into Jisung's hold as he feeds from you, feeling light and tingly and more than a little bit hazy, and over the sound of your own blood whooshing in your ears, you can hear Jisung swallowing down mouthfuls of the liquid.

He's always careful never to take too much, and when he finally pulls back, arms still holding you up, you feel good, just a little light headed and maybe more than a little out of it, but it's not from the blood loss.

You catch your breath, and glance back in time to see Jisung swipe the last of your crimson blood off his lips with a long, slow sweep of his tongue.

He cocks his head and smirks at you, arching a brow.

"Okay, pet?"

You nod, not able to form words yet, and he crowds you against the wall once more, his hands moving to cover your own, still obediently placed against the porcelain.

He's warm, and solid, and you can feel the evidence of what the bite did to him as he presses every inch of his body up against your own.

You're slightly more cognitive now, as he leans forward, hard against you, and swipes a careful finger through the blood still oozing sluggishly from your shoulder.

You shiver at the contact, and feel him grin against your skin, as he trails the bloodied finger down the center of your chest, across your navel, the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to where you suddenly ache for him.

You flick your eyes down and study the blood painted across your skin, as Jisung deeps his fingers once more between your legs.

"You should've been an art major-" You start to quip at him, but the words are cut off in a gasp as he finds your heat easily.

"Hm?" He murmurs against your throat, and you feel him sweep his tongue leisurely across the bite marks he left, sealing up the rest of the blood, a shudder of pleasure running down your spine at the feel of the wet, warm organ caressing your skin.

He shakes his head against you, and you tense as he moves his fingers again.

"I'm not much for art, pet. Unless, of course, it includes you."

There's a wicked glint to his large dark eyes as he slides his free hand up to encircle your throat, tipping your gaze back to meet his.

"Now. I believe I owe you something for all your hard work."

You nod breathlessly, and he grins, sharp fangs, still a little pink from residual blood, flashing.

"Good girl. Let's give you your reward then, pet."

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"Are those bite marks??" Your mutual best friend stares across the small cafe table at the two of you, metaphorically clutching his pearls, his voice full of open disgust and disbelief.

Jisung takes a casual sip of his coffee beside you and grins at him over the rim.

"I mean. Yeah?"

Hyunjin scoffs and rolls his eyes, reaching for his own drink and taking a large, annoyed gulp as he eyes the vampire sitting next to you.

His long, slender tail flicks agitatedly beneath the table, whipping around his legs.

You hide a grin.

"Seriously?"

You lift one shoulder in a shrug and finish off the rest of your own drink.

"That's kinda what you get when your vampire's a boyfriend, you know?"

Beside you, Jisung laughs, covering it up with a cough, as Hyunjin turns to glare at him.

"I mean, yeah?" He remarks, throwing his hands out, seemingly at his wit's end. "But can't you be a little more discreet about it?" His dark eyes flash with irritation. "Because now we all know that you guys most definitely fucked in the past twenty four hours."

Jisung grins wickedly. "Twice actually."

Hyunjin mimes gagging and you laugh.

"Ah, c'mon, Jinnie." You offer him a pout across the table. "Don't be like that. You love us."

"Yeah, but I don't want to think about you fucking." Hyunjin counters right back, looking like he might possibly throw up just by saying the words.

Jisung sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smile crossing his lips.

"Okay, Jinnie. Where should I bite her then, huh? To be more discreet." He leans toward you and taps your body as he talks. "Her stomach? Too close to major organs. Her thighs? I mean, meaty, but I prefer to do other things while I'm down there. Her ankles? I'm not really a feet guy."

You're laughing, and he grins at you, eyes bright, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. You can still taste yourself on him from when he fed earlier.

Hyunjin makes a noise of disgust in his throat and throws his finished drink into the nearest trash bin.

"You guys are disgusting."

Jisung grins over at your friend.

"Yep! And that'll never change."

[yellow-eyed-sams-wife]

Vamp!Diluc x Reader Story [ W.I.P ]

[ Glitter & Crimson - Vampire!Diluc Ragvindr x Reader Story W.I.P ]

...*.* ~☆~*.*...

🎶"It's a typical story, three in the morning

You're holding my head

Caught in the tension, silent confessions

At the foot of your bed

Glitter and crimson, fighting the friction

What a perfect mess"🎶

•~ Glitter & Crimson - All Time Low

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Plot Summary: Your best friend at the moment, is an undead creature of the night as of not that long ago. While struggling to take to the transition and worried you'll leave him, you're persistent to stick by him while you know something is up. He can never hide things well from you and thus his guard inevitably falls as he's extremely soft for you. Finding out his current state only strengthens your feelings for him.... Also, maybe a little because you totally are down bad for blood covered men with sharp teeth that can just devour you... Unbeknownst to him obviously. All the while he harbors another secret. He's fallen just as hard for you too. His beloved mortal. Even if you stay friends for the rest of your mortal life, he can't handle loosing you well at all. He's needs to keep you safe to fullest of his abilities, whether he's human or not. He knows this. It's as a given fact as his newfound need to drink human blood to keep living. So quietly, he keeps his deep affections for you secret for the time being. As you're the only thing, no, the only person. That makes his immortal life worth living. Meanwhile without the both of you knowing, distracted in each other, Kaeya is back on his bullshit and playing matchmaker for you two.

[vampsired]

Geto’s spice tolerance x GC

summary: the resident big back steals getos food (shocker? no-) ~ just the gc talking about geto’s stupid high spice tolerance >^^<

cast ᯓ✦: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, haibara, & utahime ^when they’re in school together

© vampsired on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc.

🔗 divider link (credits) masterlist send requests ᡣ𐭩

reblogs are heavily appreciated ᡣ𐭩

an: guys be proud of me, I got ALL my hw done and written this SMAU, I deserve a pat on the back >_< buttt I mighttt skip Wednesdays post bc I’m acc getting loaded with work rn

[foolsdiamond]

Untitled DirkJake AU Vaguely Inspired By Castlevania

chapter 1: Entering the castle,exposition

Far off the paved path, in the foothills of the mountains, is the quaint little village of Lotak. Its townspeople serve the Lord of the castle nestled among the rocky slopes, with black granite slabs and slate tiles creating a dark, ominous silhouette. It is in this very village that wandering hero Jake English has just arrived, seeking information on the castle’s Prince to further his quest.

Jake English is a strapping young man, the kind of guy you’re proud to bring back home to your parents. He wears a thick, long leather coat with a furry ruff of animal hide around the collar. It hides the holsters for his set of twin flintlocks, along with the pouches he keeps stocked with basic provisions and supplies. He’s a vampire hunter, a title inherited from his grandmother and earned from his experience. The rumor mill around Lotak has brought him here to investigate the Prince lording over from the castle on the hill.

The village is bustling at the brink of dusk, with the orange sunset spreading shadows from building to building. Jake tries to tune the background noise out; filtering the useless dribble from actual beneficial tidbit using his own personal metric (a process that might today be referred to as Attention Deficit Disorder). He decides to make his way to the marketplace first, where he's more likely to encounter some better candidates for questioning. This isn't his first rodeo, nor his first vampire slaying, by a long shot.

"Good day, good sir!” Jake starts, leaning an elbow on the wooden counter covered with exotic jewels and stolen daggers. He cuts the merchant off of his introduction to offer his own. "You see, I am under the impression this town is suffering from a curse, something of the rather dark variety. As a specialist, you may very well recognize the family name English, we're professionals at this sort of curse removal, anyway as a specialist, I was hoping to sell my sword as it were."

The merchant keeps a cold glare on Jake, only broken when the self-proclaimed professional accidentally nudges the goods with his elbow. “You. You're a vampire slayer?" he asks, frowning.

English pulls his arm off of the counter and puffs up his chest. He whips his coat aside, to reveal two holstered pistols at his hips. The whole gesture is significantly cooler in his mind than to anyone watching what looks like a foreigner harassing a knife merchant.

"Indeed I am, sir! From a family line, you see. It's not only in my blood, but also in my very training, you know!” Jake puts one hand on his hip, and rests the other palm flat on the counter, rattling the jewels.

“And… you're here to slay our vampire?” the merchant asks with a chilling drawl. Something shivers on the back of Jake's neck.

"Yes, that's exactly right my good sir. I'm here in the town seeking information, if you know anything about his powers or perhaps how many underlings he has?”

"Bold of you to strut in here and assume we wish our Lord dead,” he says plainly. "When our Lord Dirk Strider provides the town with protection, and his infamy brings about idiots like you to feed him.”

Jake rolls the next words on his tongue before spitting them out anyway. "He's a vampire, of course he's evil and requires slaying. You're either under his glamour or you're putting your own nefarious opinions above that of the rest of your townspeople!!”

"Leave, Mr. English,” the merchant retorts.

Jake turns around and storms off regardless. Mumbling under his breath about how he's probably a traveling merchant and doesn't even live here, he's so full of shit. He should have just gone to the tavern in the first place! English storms into the bar in a relatively sour state of mind, and quickly sucks his hurt feelings back down when everybody throws a glare his way. He makes his way meekly to the bartender, seats himself, and folds his arms on the table.

“Another adventurer, eh?" says the innkeep.

“Gung ho, good sir, am I that obvious?" Jake responds.

The bartender gestures around, and Jake obediently takes a gander.

“Notice something?"

“Is this to do with everyone being… well, rather pale actually?" Jake asks.

“More or less. This whole village is populated by the Lord Dirk Strider himself. You stick out like… an obvious metaphor.”

Now that it's been pointed out to him, realization slowly sets in. Jake recalls every face he's seen since he entered the village, and even the similar fashion to which they all talk.

"Everyone here is his children?” Jake asks. The innkeep doesn't even respond, simply stares at him until it sinks in. "Everyone here is his clone?!”

"Now you get it.”

"And this information isn't common knowledge? Even though farmers come in and out?”

"The only people who learn this tend to go straight for the dragon’s head. And every one of them has wound up dead,” the bartender says.

Jake slowly rises to his feet, with his stomach and his brain tumbling. He had every intent to rest and feed before heading in, but the anger is boiling up and drowning out his reason. An entire village of ghosts, puppeteered by the vampiric master Dirk Strider!

His name is nothing new; Jake arrived here on the wind of stories of Strider's cruelty. His love of games, trapping innocent people and torturing them before finally feeding on them in their last breaths. One of Jake’s dear friends and cousins, Jane, recounted his girlfriend’s grisly demise; she couldn't escape, it was only through her telepathy she was able to make her fate known. Jake English therefore had a mission twofold: to rid the world of this heinous monster, and subsequently erase all of the clones he's made; and to retrieve some momento of the departed Terezi to return to Jane.

His thoughts race, pounding in his head to the drum of his feet on the cobbles. The path from Lotak up to the castle gates is winding, snaking its way up the steep granite cliffs of the mountains. The English family name normally strikes a sense of fear into monsters and a sense of peace into the victims; even if he was the only English left still maintaining the family name and business, he usually relied on that high to get his spirits up and morals going. But an entire town filled with the Vampire Lord’s own dark underlings? He’d never heard of such a thing!

Jake ponders whether the townspeople are truly clones, or if perhaps they really are normal citizens trapped beneath a spell of which they would be unaware of. He definitely had more experience with the latter than the former, and while the comfort of knowledge lends itself to an easier job, English is the kind of man who cannot shy away from the thrill of a challenge.

Jake finds himself standing on the doorstep of evil, with a powerful sense of foreboding weighing heavily on his shoulders. He has no clue what he's getting himself into, but he’s anxious to begin regardless. He grips the handle to the door tightly, and retrieves one of his pistols before forcing it open and plunging into darkness.

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I swear I intended to post this unedited, but I kept going back and doing edits. I stopped myself though, because my dog wants my attention, and my secretary ( Ikea Blavingad ) can only keep her occupied for so long.

Anyway, enjoy. I'm on chapter 5 I think? Still all completely rough draft, obviously by me still nitpicking it. When I'm finally satisfied with a chapter, I intend to upload to AO3 (let's not discuss my record for actually finishing stories on there)

[cod-dump]

So I don't have anyone to talk about my CoD OCs. I have two, Sunny a 5'5" trans man and a former Combat medic and his best friend and partner in crime Vamp a 6'3" recon specialist. Sunny got his nickname because his Unit called him their little ball of sunshine. Vamp claims he got his nickname because of his inhuman proficiency with a knife and would be covered in blood more often then not after a successful mission. in reality it's because of incident involving a late night cranberry drink run gone bad in which some new guys startled him covering him in red juice making him looking a bit monstrous. every holiday/birthday Sunny gifts him novelty juice packs that look like blood bags, because how else do you feed the vampire? a major side effect that it has started the rumor that Vamp is an actual vampire and Sunny is his handler in company's they've worked with in the past. is it that good or bad? who knows, it makes them memorable at least.

Sunny left the military due to his father getting ill and his mother needed someone to help run the florist shop and given that his sibling's jobs are "actual life long careers", according to his mom, he finishes out the end of his contract and goes home accepting his fate. However Vamp one day shows up to the shop and is like, "hey b!tch! Guess who's gone into the private sector and wants to take your ass with them?" Basically kidnaps him because Sunny deserves to do be doing something he wants to do not what his family expects of him. So they kind of bounce between company to company mostly doing temp work.

Over time they've added new skills to their resumes like Sunny gets good at undercover work using his florist background to send hidden messages. Vamp learns coding and gains a particular knack at making EMPs with limited resources.on the field Sunny is confident and can command a room and is unusually strong being able to carry people two or three times his weight off the battle field. out of the field he is a stuttering shy mess who gets embarrassed easily. even then he always makes sure to greet everyone with a smile even when he's freaking out.

Vamp on the field is cold and calculating. he moves fast and prefers close combat in the dark. off the field he's light hearted, cracking jokes, and giving shit to people he considers close especially Sunny. Vamp is also a bit of a nerd but don't call him that he takes great offense to that.

I'd like to think that Sunny's friendly demeanor and much smaller size would make him at least approachable to Moose, but I'm pretty sure Moose would also come off as intimidating to the shorter man, especially if he finds out that moose is one of the favorite children in shadow company without knowing why, if Sunny has learned anything from jumping from company to company is that you don't mess with the favorite. not that he'd want to mess with Moose he just wouldn't want to risk miscommunication, something he sadly excels at when out of the field.

I think if Moose met Vamp on the battlefield he'd stay away from the man, but if Sunny and Vamp got hired on as temp contractors to shadow company. Vamp would try and talk to him especially since he always wants to learn from any of the tech specialist's in each company they work with. Sorry this ran rather long.

- 🌻 🦇

Moose has had some bad experiences with mercenaries who are temporarily brought into Shadow Company’s ranks so he tries to keep his distance. Whether or not he comes around depends on what the other Shadows have to say about them.

Moose is normally very work oriented on the field (and usually very far away from active combat). Graves places him somewhere with a team of Shadows and Moose won’t move unless Graves tells him to. But, if possible, Graves won’t have Moose on the field at all and he would be support from a much safer and controlled location.

Off the field and not during a mission, if Vamp approaches him to ask him about tech, Moose may agree to show him some things depending on what the other Shadows have said about him. Same goes for Sunny on whether Moose approaches him or lets himself be approached.

The whole vampire rumor would definitely take off in Shadow Company considering they love shit like that, and next thing you know Vamp is being addressed as “Count Fang” in a email. Moose didn’t actually mean to send it with that name and now he’s dying because he’s embarrassed and partially terrified of what Vamp would do. All the other Shadows are laughing their asses off and Moose is just losing his mind over how he addressed the guy who is very good at stabbing.

[hereissomething]

had a dream that orgy and i accidentally found a lost version of brides of dracula that actually had chris drac fighting then biting lawrence van helsing

and then he carried laws limp body off bridal style

it was beautiful😭

[hannie-dul-set]

prev rb, the four ricky wips are karma, regency ricky, orgmate ricky, vampire ricky, and ive already written too much for all of them to back out. god save my soul.

[amethystpath-writes]

Hi can you do one where the hero is backed into a corner by villain's henchmen and the hero is begging them to stay away from them but they laughed and mocked them for they assumed it is cowardness and then the hero is being transformed into a werewolf, scaring the henchmen before killing them

(One of your list says that I have to pay for it specialized prompts or something and I'm not sure if this counts so ignore it if you don't want to)

Another Doe on the Road

NOT A PR0MPT

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“You seriously thought you could take on Villain?”

Henchman was scoffing, but he didn’t understand. Hero backing up might have looked like cowardice, but only she knew it was out of fear. Maybe the traits were similar, but Hero knew there was a difference, and she also knew the consequences of every progressing moment.

“Henchman, please.” She could feel the beginning aches- the cramps that would refuse to go away until she confronted them. Her feet, her calves, her thighs...she felt herself becoming heavier.

“If you’re begging me, I’d love to see what you would do for Villain.” Henchman was closing in.

“I’m ser-” A sting spiked in her lower back, against the spine. She gasped. “Leave. Get away from here.”

He laughed. He mocked. He didn’t understand the severity of-

Hero screamed. Another sting took over her hand; it felt like it was on fire. “Get out of here!” she screamed.

No matter how loudly she yelled, no matter how ear-piercing it was, it only encouraged Henchman’s taunts.

“Seriously?” he asked. “Don’t you have more dignity than this?”

How did she convince him? To say her bones were breaking, her muscles stretching- growing- was absurd. He would laugh in her face.

“I have to show Villain this.”

Her body was breaking, stretching, pushing the limits of any human body. What didn't Henchman understand? "You are going to regret staying here."

Another string of laughter rang through Hero's ears. It was making her angry. Her face was becoming red and she gritted her teeth. The fear, the care, the empathy- all the qualities which made Hero human- were starting to fade away.

Fade. It was more like a deer jumping in front of the car in the middle of the night- when the glint of its doe eyes were both too soon and too late.

His phone was out, the flash on. He was recording Hero in all her torment, all her screams and pleas.

Hero's gums were aching. She felt tempted. In just a minute, she could have Henchman ripped to shreds, and how worse off would the world be without him? No one would miss Henchman. In fact, people hated Henchman more than they hated Villain. Hero would be doing everyone a favor.

As Henchman continued laughing, Hero could only focus on her rage. Not only that; she justified it. She warned Henchman. She told him to get away so many times- even cried and screamed in front of him. He had every opportunity to leave, and he didn't take it, which meant his death would be on him.

Hero couldn't be sure when her mind went to skin, to blood, to murder.

In one moment, she was pleading for another man's life. In the next, she was taking it.

In one moment, her screams was all should hear. In the next, it was his.

In one moment, she was human. In the next, she was something entirely else.

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[redjaybird]

Jay wasn't going to go out right away, he figured shit would need a little time to settle. And hoped it was actually going to work.

After a bit he felt.. weird. Something felt off. ... He was feeling something he hasn't felt in decades; nausea. -What? He's a vampire! Its impossible for him to feel any sort of sick! It was kind of like he ate something his body wasn't used to. Was he getting indigestion? He leaned against a cave wall and slid down to a sit.

Sure, half of that blood was vampiric. And vampire blood doesn't really do anything beneficial to other vampires. It was probably like when one eats too much junk food, with the amount of half-vampiric blood he consumed. He wasn't sure if that was normal or not, he never really bit another vampire and drank from them before. Cuz what was the point, normally?

Of course, there was a point to this. Maybe not on this day, but after tonight. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would try to feel the sunlight again.

He was already feeling impatient with having the nauseous feeling, though. He just wanted it gone.

He did feel a little bit of something else, though, through the nausea. A feeling of some extra power. Something to make him stronger.

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After nightfall, he re-awoke. It was still pretty bright, for a night. Oh, right, Abaddon said it was going to be a full moon. That's usually something that brought the weres out. He did feel a bit of an urge.

A new creature came running out of the cave. Similar to the thing Abaddon/Joseph does, but a bit fuzzier. A strange mix of wolf and bat and humanoid. He let out a loud screech-like howl. It went on as one note for a bit, then it started sounding like.. laughing? A very unsettling laugh for any that would hear it.

It was time to rip and tear.