#🍶.dark content

[ohbo-ohno]

heyyy, i’m back!! i hope u’ve been doing welll🥰

so, i saw a post the other day about dark! ghoap, and now i’m curious as to what UR thoughts abt this couple would be. because it’s vampire! soap and slasher! ghost 🌞, and since you’re basically a walking prodigy when it comes to intense cod content (which i absolutely adore btw💕💕), i figured ur input would rlly help broaden my perspective on it and allat— especially since i kind of wanna make a fic surrounding this particular ship. ignore if this makes uncomfy pls!!

🍶anon

omg hey, tysm babe!!! ily!!! i can't tell if you're asking two questions here or not, but im a yapper so i'll answer both just in case :)

vampire soap and slasher ghost is actually sooooo fascinating to me bc it's kinda like a provider dynamic to the 100th power. pls pls let me know if you write/post this!

i'd love to see maybe baby vampire soap, who's still not used to his power and his hunger and has a very bad habit of mutilating his victims and leaving them for the police, together with experienced serial killer ghost who's pissed another killed has moved into his territory. could do something a little funny with ghost finally finding soap and being like... a cannibal? while soap is losing his mind over this guy finding out he's a vampire

could also do something where ghost kills for soap (bc he doesn't want his boy's hands getting dirty <3) but takes the bodies back for soap to drain and glut himself on. very much like a knight killing for his king dynamic, but it also keeps soap reliant on ghost for his meals

my thoughts about dark ghoap are a lot more broad lmao. i think ghost and soap are intense but in polar opposite ways - ghost is the unmovable object to soap's unstoppable force. in a ghoap/reader, i think that manifests in a really overwhelming way. but in just regular ol' ghoap, it's just two fucked up people both trying to dominate their relationship, and one of them is coming out on top - for me, that'll always be ghost.

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[03:36 am] 🍶

WC: 2.3k

CW: nsfw content ahead! use of pet names: sugar, baby, they’re both drunk but its consensual, and I think that’s all, have fun lol

A/N: hannie brain rot due to exam week, fml but let him do it [and hAVE YOU SEEN THE COMEBACK TRAILERS I AM DROOLING FOR THESE MEN]

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You looked around the club, everyone was either drunk, high, or just plain out stoned. Thanks to the rain outside, you were wearing a now wet shirt, so your black laced bra was very clear to see. You walked up to the bartender, asking for a shot of whiskey. You got your drink and watched the big group of people dancing in the centre of the nightclub while others played it cool sitting on the tables at the sides when your eyes locked with a certain someone at a table a bit far from where you were.

Han’s dark eyes locked onto yours, staring intensely, as if a secret was held in them. Three or four people were on his side attempting to grab his attention, from the distance it looked like they were practically begging for it. Since you had it already, you decided to mess with him. You took a quick sip of the shot glass, licking the rim slowly while keeping your eyes on his. You bit your lip softly, then smiled slightly. At this, you could see a little flare in his eyes, his once earnest face turned into a somewhat cocky devilish smirk.

Putting the glass down, without moving your eyes from his, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your skin slightly glowy due to how damp the clothes were. You winked at him, to which he laughed as you took the shirt off, tied it around your waist and got up from your seat, leaving the club, feeling his eyes on your every step.

You’ve entered the same bar, walking down the sidewalk a couple of days later after that exciting meeting with him, although nothing had happened. He never ran after you, although you silently hoped he would’ve.

You've tried the old-fashion, vanilla style, and —not to be offensive towards your exes— but it had been a bit… boring? Plain? You didn’t know, for some reason it didn’t feel just right. You decided to switch it up a bit, and even though it was pushing you out of your comfort zone, what could go wrong with a one-night stand?

You continued walking until you were suddenly grabbed from behind, a hand gripping your waist softly yet in a decisive approach.

“Still want to keep playing, Sugar?” A low, somewhat raspy voice said close to your ear. “I’m up for the next level.”

His hand moved you into his chest, your hands lying on him, as you started not-so-subtly touching and feeling up the toned body you stumbled upon.

“Should I say insert a coin, then?” You joked, chin up close to his face so he could hear you over the music that blasted the place, although it wasn’t too bad where you were.

Han sort of laughed, even though he just breathed slightly harder through his nostrils. “I can think of several things to insert in some places, but still... a coin isn’t on the list, baby."

You both could tell each other's dizzy state (a generous way to put it, actually), but truth be told, there was only one outcome of that encounter that could make both of you forget that small detail.

"So, actually..." you started, hands trailing made-up patterns on his chest and shoulders. "Tell me, pretty boy, how do I politely ask you to pin me up against a wall and make out with me?" you giggled.

"I'd say that's a decent start." He laughed, finally closing that stupid distance between his and your lips.

It wasn't cute nor slow or anything you were used to, and probably that's what made goosebumps trail up and down your body. He kissed you like a starved man as if you were the last water source in a heated desert. Hungrily, tongues fighting for dominance in between the hurricanes you felt running through your body.

You bit his lip as you stepped away, a blush clearly not made with makeup.

“Fuck, no, come back,” he whispered.

He directed one of his hands to your chin and pulled you to him in a sudden action.

Yeah, that could easily make you forget about alcohol levels.

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You didn’t know exactly how the situation changed so fast. You had arrived at his house, where he had picked you up and sat you on the first surface he approached. 

“Sugarcube.” He mentioned breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His pupils dilatated, brown almost gone in them, lips red and swollen just because of you. 

You sighed, not knowing when you had stopped breathing. 

"Mhmm?" 

His two fingers started tapping your thighs, in that motion where it looks like they’re walking, closer and closer to the edge of your dress. His other hand held your head up by your cheek. 

“Do I have your consent?” Han asked, and he knew he would’ve respected anything you could answer. “Are you sure?”

Your fuzzy brain from all the drinking and kissing thought about it for a second, all that could come out was a sort of chant in your ears.

Yes, yes, yes.

Instead, you smirked. “Am I ever.” His breath hitched when you grabbed his belt and pulled. “For all I care, ruin me, pretty boy,” you murmured on his lips. 

His eyes looked black now.

“Fuck.” 

He’d kissed you relentlessly as he slowly tempted to take your dress off. You complied, smiling in excitement. He admired your dark-coloured lace, one that made the perfect contrast with your skin tone. 

Mine, mine, mine.

That’s what you can acknowledge so that the moment you are now can make sense. You snorted when he started tying up a blindfold on you. You could only hear, smell, and speak, the latter only when you were allowed to. 

“Here, Sugar.” 

He took your hand and lead your blinded self through his apartment. He started kissing you again, biting, licking, making you feel like Hell’s heat had risen just for your pleasure as he made your entire body feel like you had lava instead of blood. 

Hot, hot, hot.  

He suddenly pushed you with him, making you fall on him, both making out on his bed now. Pinning you down, leaving you to the edge of begging for something, you felt small fabric pieces being tied up to your ankles. You hear nothing for a bit before hearing footsteps and then the squeal that the bed made when he grabbed your calves and pulled you to the border of the bed.

"You've got a lot of nerves, Sugar, doing what you did at the club the other day. No matter how much I fucked all those other bitches, you kept repeating the same thing in my mind. I could kill you for that." Han said, voice dark and deep traced with lust and raw desire.

"Well, if you killed me, we wouldn't be able to have fun, and you would have a dead girl in your mind," you stated with a smirk.

You heard a chuckle and then felt a hand on your cheek.

"Normally, considering your situation, people would start screaming for their lives. But you said something cocky. I like that." He started stroking your body, playing with the laces of your remaining clothes. "For some reason, you still don’t strike me up as someone who would agree to this.” You feel him bending down, trailing open-mouthed kisses on your thighs, clearly avoiding that one spot where both of you knew you need him the most. You shivered, holding back a needy whine. Fuck, you’ve never felt so turned on in your life, you have to try so ridiculously hard to focus on what he’s saying rather than what he’s doing. 

“It’s sexy that you’re letting me do this, but, why are you here?" He whispers above your lips.

You can feel his breath on your skin, practically tasting the flavours of his drink in your mouth already.

"I was bored, and you looked bored," you murmured. “Thought we could change it up a bit for the other one.”

He chuckled. “Damn right, Sugar.” And with that, he kissed you, not gently either. A hard, desperate kiss. You leaned back into the bed.

You couldn’t see it, but in a sudden motion, he pulled from the blindfold and shoved it somewhere else, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you got used to the faint light that came from some other room. His eyes looked into yours as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. His eyes were dark, so dark it was as if they could fuck you themselves.

You feel heat hit you where you're restrained. You tried moving your legs but failed, and he smiled into the kiss, leaning more and more over you. Still, your hands were free, so you wrapped them around his neck, holding him close. He picks you up from your thighs, touching, groping, slapping, shoving you against the bed. You break out of the kiss, lifting your head up, hissing at the amount of sensations hitting you so pleasantly. He takes this opportunity to get your neck. Biting it.

He basically tears off your remaining clothes. You don't pay attention to the accidental scratches he left, in fact, it felt wonderful to you. He smirks at the approving moans you give him when he notices what he did.

You feel like it couldn’t get any better right at the moment when he finds a wonderful place to insert one of his fingers in. 

You bit your lip to keep quiet, just like you’re used to. At this, Han suddenly stops and whispers in your ear.

"No, baby. For tonight at least, you're mine. At the end of this night, I want all of the neighbourhood to know that I fucked a woman so hot. We’re home alone, and you know it already, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, Sugar." And so you do, you let out the largest moan you've ever had in your life.  

No one and I mean no one, no boyfriend, no normal working boy and not even yourself has ever made you feel this good.

He doesn’t acknowledge how the fuck he’s taking off his clothes so quickly, before pinning you back down again. He caresses your sides, as you caress his back, and then his abs. He moves closer to your ear, groaning slightly when you get a hold of him.

"I'm going to eat you alive," he growls.

You chuckle at this, whispering back.

"I'm waiting."

[☆☆☆☆☆]

When you wake up, you feel Han holding you close.

You could swear you passed out. You don't remember how many rounds you had, all you know is that you're sore. You lift the blankets, hissing at the marks you have. Jisung opens his eyes looking at you getting out of bed. You get off the bed slowly, one, because you're in pain, and two, because you like it when he watches you.

"Has anyone fucked you that good?" he asks.

"Actually, I think my ex was a bit better than you," You tease, without looking at him, but you know he can see your smirk —and your weak stance that screams your deception—.

He's quiet for a bit. He sits up a bit looking at you while you pick up your broken panties. You curse under your breath slightly.

"You might want to leave some of your clothes here," he mentions roughly.

You look over your shoulder at him. The smirk is still on your face.

 "Why?"

He looks at you, eyes as intense as they were last night and also gets out of bed just to grab your arm and make you both fall on the mattress as he, in a sudden motion, pins you down.

"I haven't had enough of you yet."

Fuck one-night stands.

You had thee Han Jisung now.

[☆☆☆☆☆]

P.S. Did you notice it? Lil' something for you, Sugar ;)

~Kats, who wrote 3:36 not because of time, but because Red Lights is exactly 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

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Mods' altar (Alder & Rocket), night 1.

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A little understated, due to family staying over, but very lovely to test out the new format.

We got encouraging divination responses that we'll share in more depth soon, but the upshot is that Sylvia Rivera, Marsha P Johnson, and Leslie Feinberg will all help tend the ancestral line this year and can be invoked by name as ancestral spirits. (Agdistis, a mythological figure that both of us work with in a related capacity, may also be involved if they fit into your practice - not to worry if not.)

Thank you for joining us, we will be checking the #troe2022 tag for anyone else who's participating this year. 🤍🌱🕯️💐🍶

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— "Yes. I want you to ruin me."

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