#🖤live a little: supernaturals

[theoccoven]

“I can take care of you so much better than him.”

Daan, the reincarnation of Theseus, muttered into Jooheon’s shoulder. “I was a king. I slayed a Minotaur. What has he done other than give you grief?” Jooheon didn’t say anything as he let the older’s hands under his shirt.

“Nothing my love. And you’re well aware of it or you would have defended him.” You could hear it clear as day, the obsession in his voice. Jooheon grew familiar with it the longer he’s known Daan. This obsession is covered up as love, twisted love for the younger in his arms.

It was everlasting and Jooheon staying in his arms oh so accepting of this love just fed into his deluded thoughts.

There was no escape from this, Jooheon was slowly accepting that.

[theoccoven]

Best evil laugh would have to go to Angel mostly because they’re the one I can imagine having an evil laugh whenever they do something mischievous 🤣

Which OC has the best villain laugh?

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 26 - Tiefling!Yunho + Predator/Prey

@bangmechann Said: Yunho as a tiefling with consensual prey? A/n: This one turned out a lot more playful than I had intended lmaoo I think this is one of the first ones where the banner is like 😈🔥⛓🏴‍☠️🖤💀 but the content is like 💖☺️🌷🔫💟✨ idk, I thought it was fun! Tiefling Yunho is just a giant puppy dog... Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 1,729 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“Little Mouse,” A deep chuckle reverberates against the cold stone walls. “You know it’s futile to try and escape me.”

Amused lips quirk upwards in the corners. “It’s cute how you think I should be the one afraid of you.”

“Brave words coming from such a measly little human.” Yunho chuckles, his voice echoing around the ruins you’ve chosen to play this little game in.

“Watch it,” You warn, eyes narrowing slightly, “Or else this ‘measly little human’ is gonna walk their fine ass out of here.”

A head peeks around a broken wall, a small pout adorning his features. His hands curl around the stone, curved horns glinting beneath the light of the setting sun. Subtly, his eyebrows furrow upwards in concern.

“Sorry, Baby.”

A light puff of laughter escapes you, waving him off with your hand. Silently, you assure him it’s fine, motioning for the two of you to get on with your game.

He disappears back around the corner, and you both count to ten. After all, it’s no fun hunting the other if you know exactly where they’ve been hiding.

Moving quickly through the ruins, you find a new starting position. Yunho already has an advantage over you, being what he is, but you’ve lived with supernaturals long enough to know how to get around their heightened senses. Besides, he told you he would play fair, and you believe him.

This isn’t your first time engaging in this type of sport.

The damp earth is soft beneath your feet as you creep along a tattered stone wall. The area you’ve chosen is a particularly favourite spot of yours, hidden deep within the forest. The ruins of the old mill continue to crumble to this day, but the intricate way the rubble shapes itself leads to wonderful hiding spots. The crumpled building acts as a small maze, the surrounding trees the barrier to your impromptu arena.

Pressing your back against a stone wall, you rest just beside what used to be an open archway. You can hear the stream rushing in the background, and the soft sound of birds tittering in the trees above. A gentle breeze floats through the leaves, rustling as a few scattered raindrops fall from their green holders.

Straining your ears, you search for any signs of your lover.

Calming your breathing is easy, and you begin to pick out movement that wasn’t there before.

A footstep here. 

The snapping of a twig there.

Wherever he is, he’s moving closer, and you’ll be damned if you let him win this time.

Slipping your hand into your back pocket, you pull out a small object. Tightening your fingers around the handle, you prepare yourself for what you’re about to do. Everything has to be perfect, otherwise all of your meticulous planning will be for naught.

It’s time you had him at your mercy, instead of the other way around.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” His gentle voice cuts through your thoughts.

Whipping your head towards the sound, you begin stalking closer to him. The corner of your lips quirks upwards, internally chuckling at the sudden one-eighty he seems to have done. Then again, Yunho can hardly ever go a day without complimenting you at least three times. 

It’s sweet, and you wouldn’t want him any other way. So, you decide to use this to your advantage.

“Hmmm, I don’t think you have.” You hum, keeping your voice low as you continue creeping through the ruins. “Have I told you how handsome you look with your horns out?”

A soft, giddy giggle sounds from your left.

“Should I keep them out longer, then?”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a shadow dart by.

“Well, that depends.”

“On?” His inquiry is eager, voice drawling out from behind the ruins of a tattered staircase.

Slowly, you inch closer, weapon at the ready.

“Do you want me to jump your bones every time I see you?”

Another giddy giggle echoes around the stones, causing your brow to quirk.

“Oh? Does My Baby like that idea?” You grin to yourself, catching a glimpse of his soft brown hair as you slowly begin to climb the remaining stairs. “Knowing I can’t keep my hands to myself when I see him? Or how about how much I love holding onto those glorious horns while I fuck his face?”

You swear a low moan escapes him.

“I thought you said we weren’t allowed to play dirty.” His voice drops, a gravelly rumble that fills the area and goes straight to your core.

“But Darling,” You coo, eyes glinting as you stand over him on the steps. “You should know by now that if I’m going to get down and dirty, it will only ever be with you.”

A sharp inhale is given by the half-demon below, and you use this opportunity to strike. 

Letting out a gleeful cry of victory you jump down from your spot. You raise your weapon to strike, grin stretching wide across your features. Only, the moment your feet land on the soft earth, your ankle decides to give out beneath you.

“Jesus- fuck!” The words escape you as you go tumbling to the ground, arms splayed out before you.

A boisterous laugh sounds from behind you as you spit a mixture of dirt and leaves from your mouth.

“Blech!” You stick your tongue out, wiping at your mud covered clothes after pushing yourself upwards and into a sitting position.

“Are you alright?” The comforting hand of your boyfriend places itself gently upon your back, rubbing lightly as he soothes you. Still, there is no mistaking the laughter that clings to his words.

“Oh, now you want to check on me?” You huff, giving him a dramatic pout. You turn away from him playfully, crossing your arms over your chest as his jaw drops. “No, no, it’s fine!”

Another chuckle escapes him, a tender gleam in his dark eyes as he kneels beside you. His one hand continues to stroke over your upper back while the other gently places his toy water gun onto the ground.

“You almost had me.” He hums, checking you over for any serious injuries. When he finds none, the breath of relief he lets out is audible, even to you.

Your brow quirks, and you have to restrain yourself from letting a devious grin stretch onto your features.

“Who said the game was over?”

In the blink of an eye, you’re rolling out of his touch. Before he has a chance to react, you grab his water gun from the ground, pointing it directly at his head. Now armed with two of the same weapons, you laugh maniacally as you relentlessly pull the triggers.

The moment the water hits Yunho’s face, he recoils slightly backwards. His eyes are closed, lips pulled into a line as his shoulders deflate. A sigh of amusement escapes him, shaking his head as you continue to squirt water into his face.

After a few more moments filled with your victorious laughter, you lower your weapons.

Bringing a hand up to his face, Yunho wipes the water from his skin. Shaking his now damp bangs out, he blinks his eyes open.

“I got you good!” You cheer, wiggling happily in your spot.

Yunho can only chuckle at the ear-splitting grin that has stretched across your features. “You got me good.”

“You should have seen your face!” You tease lightheartedly. “Bet you didn’t think I could sneak up on you like that.”

“Maybe I let you sneak up on me.” He hums, almost knowingly.

You snort out a laugh. “Don’t kid yourself, Babe.”

He shakes his head in amusement, small droplets of water continuing to drip down his skin.

“You know,” He quirks a brow, tongue darting out over his lips, “This isn’t the typical way I enjoy getting wet.”

Your eyes go wide, lips parting slightly in disbelief at the sudden dark look in his eyes. A moment later and you manage to calm yourself, a knowing smirk pulling at your features. You watch as he pushes himself to his feet, brushing off the dirt on his knees before walking over and offering you his hand.

“Well then, my good sir,” You grin, taking his hand into your own. “How do you enjoy getting soaked?”

A low, pleased growl rumbles out from his chest as he pulls you back onto your feet. Only, he doesn’t let you go, opting to tug you right into his awaiting arms. Dark eyes stare at you with nothing but loving desire, his hand splaying over your lower back.

The feeling of his claws teasing at the hem of your shirt has a shiver rushing down your spine.

“I could tell you.” He hums, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. Gently, his thumb traces over your bottom lip, admiring you openly as the last rays of the golden sun filter through the trees. “But I think I’d rather show you.”

With those words, Yunho is scooping you into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. A wide grin settles onto his features, hand cupping your ass as another pleased rumble shakes his chest. The way you let out a little squeak as he smacks your ass is simply icing on the cake.

“Yunho!” You squeal, wiggling slightly in his grip as giggles escape you. “Put me down!”

“Oh, I’ll put you down eventually.” He nuzzles his cheek against your hip, squeezing your ass appreciatively. “There’s a nice fire waiting for us in the hearth back at the cabin, begging to bathe your skin in its amber glow. Perhaps even some nice wine…”

You hum, ceasing your playful attempts to wiggle out of his grip. “Keep talking.”

“Soft blankets, some fairy lights,” He continues. “And just for you, an eager half-demon who wants you to grip onto his horns as he buries his face into that delectable cunt of yours.”

A pleasant shiver runs up your spine, and you practically melt into his arms. “I can commit to that.”

“Good. I am but a humble servant to your pleasure right now, and I never want you to forget that, Darling.” He chuckles lowly, his hand caressing over your ass as he walks closer and closer to your shared home. “Tonight, you’re in charge.”

[allmoshnobrain]

𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dean winchester x hunter!reader | word count: 1,7k | requests are open! send yours here

“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.” “This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.” “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

✦ on this fic: dean winchester x reader, fem!reader but this part is pretty neutral, angst, s3 spn plot

✦ a/n: this is my first time writing a reader insert for the supernatural universe. this is super angsty, and other parts to this au may come in the future so feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any suggestions! hope u enjoy the read 🖤

Word travels fast in a hunter’s world.

In a job where information is everything, sharing what you know wasn’t just helpful, but also expected. So, when the Devil’s Gate opened and demons started pouring out everywhere, it didn’t take long before you heard about it. It didn’t come as a surprise when you heard Sam and Dean Winchester had been there when it happened, right in the middle of it. You knew the boys; you knew they had a knack for getting mixed up in every kind of mess that popped up, ever.

What did surprise you, though, was Dean showing up on your doorstep less than a month later.

You knew something was off the second you saw him. First, because he was alone, and honestly, you couldn’t remember ever seeing him without Sam around. But mostly, it was the look in his eyes. As soon as you opened the door, he smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t follow — there was a storm brewing in his green irises, one even he didn’t seem to notice.

“Dean,” you said, frowning as he stood in your doorway. “How did you…”

“Bobby told me,” he cut you off, like it was no big deal, not even waiting for you to finish asking how the hell did he know where you lived. Of course, Bobby had. You sighed — would’ve been nice if Bobby gave you a heads-up, but whatever. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, but… what’s going on?” you asked, stepping aside to let him into your little cabin. It wasn’t much — pretty small, tucked away from the town, and didn’t look like anything special from the outside. Inside, though, was another story. Your eyes flicked up to the devil’s trap right above the door, and you felt a wave of relief when Dean walked right under it. Okay, not possessed. That’s a start.

“Can’t I just pay a visit to an old friend?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow. Sure, you’d crossed paths with Dean more than a few times — occupational hazard of being a hunter — but something about this felt off. It wasn’t like him to just show up without a reason, especially with everything that had gone down in the past few weeks.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” you pressed, not letting him off the hook. His smile faltered, quickly replaced by that familiar annoyed look he got when he didn’t want to talk about whatever was actually on his mind.

“Why does something have to be wrong?”

You rolled your eyes. “Because you never just drop by for no reason. Where’s Sam?”

“Not here,” he muttered, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Look, I’m fine. Everything's fine.  Bobby just figured you’d wanna know what went down with the Colt and yellow-eyes…”

“I’ve got a phone,” you cut in, crossing your arms. 

Dean sighed, his usual swagger faltering for a second as he cleared his throat, almost like he was nervous. “And… maybe he also thought I could use some time away from hunting, just for a bit, you know? With someone I… I liked being around.”

He couldn’t even look at you when he said it, a slight blush creeping up his neck. It wasn’t the Dean you were used to seeing, and that made your heart skip in a way you weren’t entirely prepared for.

You blinked in surprise. Dean, shy? Around you, of all people? That was rare. You’d seen him flirt before — hell, he was good at it and he knew it. This wasn’t the Dean you were used to, but then again, he wasn’t exactly acting like his usual self today.

“You’re not a shapeshifter, are you?” you asked, slowly. He huffed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mind if I check?” You grabbed the knife you always kept strapped to your thigh. Dean just shrugged, holding his hand out. You took it, his skin warm under your fingers, and pressed the iron blade against it until it drew blood. No reaction, a small twitch in his arm muscles the only sign he’d felt anything. 

“See?” he said, his voice a little rough. “Not a shapeshifter, not a demon, just good ol’ me.”

Alright then. As weird as it was, it looked like Dean Winchester had really shown up at your place just to… hang out? You glanced up at him, wiping your knife off on your jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered. “Come on, let me patch you up.”

“So,” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow as you finished wrapping the bandage around his hand. “What’ve you been up to? Working any cases?”

“Why do you wanna know? Weren’t you supposed to be taking a break from hunting for a few days?” you shot back, and he chuckled. You glanced up at him. “You know I don’t hunt as much as you guys. I mostly just keep an eye on this area. But it’s been pretty quiet lately.”

“Yeah, well, you take care of yourself, alright? Lots of demons running around lately,” he said. “If you ever need backup, just call me.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly. “I haven’t been up to much other than keeping an eye on things. Honestly, I was worried about you guys. Heard you were at the Devil’s Gate when everything went down.”

“We were trying to stop it,” Dean said, and you nodded.

“I figured as much. But…” You hesitated. “That’s not exactly what everyone’s saying.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning a bit as he flexed his hand, checking how well he could move it with your bandages. “Who’s everyone?”

“The other hunters,” you said. “They’re saying Sam… and you… you guys made the whole thing happen.”

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“And did you believe that bullshit?”

“I didn’t! Just… Please be careful out there, alright? Not all hunters are as friendly right now.” He looked at you for a moment, then let out a sigh and nodded. You hesitated. “Do you, uh, wanna hit up a bar or something? I mean, I’m not exactly living the most exciting life out here…”

“You got a TV and some beers?” he asked, catching you off guard. You blinked a few times before nodding. “Sweet. That’s all I need today. We could watch a movie or something, maybe order in.”

“I can cook,” you chimed in. “I’ve got a wood-burning oven outside... we could make homemade pizza.”

The way he looked at you, it was like you’d just revealed you had the keys to Heaven itself.

You finally figured out what was up much later in the night, while you and Dean were sprawled out in your queen bed.

At first, he had tried to be a gentleman and insisted on crashing on the couch, but you wouldn’t have it — the bed was more than big enough for both of you. No point in him getting a stiff neck just because he wanted to play nice. Sure, you were practical, but you also just wanted him to be comfortable. You could sense something was off with him, even if he kept saying he was fine.

So there you were, cozy and ready to sleep, lights out and moonlight streaming through the curtains, lying on your side and facing the wall as you listened to his deep breathing. You were almost drifting off yourself when he said it.

“I made a deal.”

You opened your eyes right away, twisting in bed to find his face just inches from yours. Your heart raced at the vulnerability in his gaze — the angst he’d tried to keep hidden was now clear as day. It made your heart sink and your breath hitch a little.

“What?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Dean closed his eyes for a second, letting out a small sigh.

“Sam died, sweetheart,” he whispered, and your heart clenched at his words. Why did he have to call you that right now? “And I made a deal to bring him back. I had to.”

“This isn’t funny,” you said, your voice trembling. “Dean, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious,” he replied, his tone firm. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

You didn’t answer, just buried your face in your hands, struggling to catch your breath as tears started to well up in your eyes. The reaction shocked you — why did you care about him so much? How could you be terrified of losing him when you were just… what? Occasional hunting partners? Friends?

But he was right there with you, wasn’t he?

Was this why he had come to you?

“I wanted to tell you myself,” he said softly, as if he could read your mind. “I… I wanted to see you. One last time, at least.”

One last time. His words bounced around in your head, and you lowered your hands to face him, confusion scrunching your brow. That didn’t make sense. Demons usually gave you ten years after a deal, so why…?

“Dean,” you said slowly. “How long… how long did they give you?”

“A year,” he whispered, so quietly you almost missed it. “They gave me a year.”

“No,” you said, covering your mouth with one hand as the sobs started to spill out. “Oh, no, Dean, no, no, no…”

He pulled you close, wrapping you tight against his chest as you cried, your arms instinctively clinging to him. Incoherent words tumbled out — trying to apologize for crying, for feeling like a hole had been carved out of your chest. It didn’t feel right — you weren’t the one who was supposed to be feeling this way.

Because you weren’t the one dying.

You cried yourself to sleep in his arms that night. As your sobs faded into tired breaths and your eyes finally closed, Dean felt a sharp ache in his chest while watching your swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

He couldn’t deal with the whirlwind of feelings churning inside him right now. He couldn’t face the regret, the fear, not even that nameless feeling he had for you — because he was too scared to name it, to even acknowledge it was real. All he knew was that he had lied; Bobby hadn’t sent him to you. Things weren’t fine, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

He had come to you of his own choice.

Because when his world was crumbling, he knew you were the only one who could help him pick up the pieces.

Even when everything felt hopeless.

Even when he felt completely lost.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Warmly greet!🫰 I just came across your blog today and I'm already in love with it!🖤🖤🖤 Could I leave a request here where Puppeteer, Jason, Candy Pop and LJ have a S/O who has insecurities about not being good enough for them? Because, come on...they're supernatural, not quite human, and their S/O is a regular, weak human, at least from the S/O's point of view...

Oooh thank you, friend! Also, i never get to write for Candypop or LJ so i am excited to do it!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Puppeteer

He will just kind of stare at you when you tell him those feelings

Like??? Are you kidding???

He is so obsessively in love with you that the thought of you feeling like you aren't enough for him is wild to him

Instantly he will assure you that you are more than he could ever dream of, and how much he loves you

He doesnt love you for supernatural abilities or powers, he loves you for you

Again, the thought of you not being enough for him doesn't even really comprehend in his mind

it's so insane to him that you, his most favorite person in the world who he couldn't live without, thinks that they aren't enough for him

If anything, he isn't enough for you, in his opinon

you are a literal deity walking on earth, and he is lucky enough to even witness your beauty and you think you arent enough???

Yeah, those thoughts are snuffed out rather quickly by him

He will spend the entire day going over every little thing he adores about you if he has to

Jason The Toymaker

He is just kind of confused when you express your feelings to him

"Now, what's this all about?" he asks with a pitiful look towards you

He honestly thinks that it's kind of weird that those feelings are even something humans are capable of feeling

What does he care that you don't have any weird abilities?

"Even when you are old and grey I will still love you. I will love you when you are in pain, and I will love you when you are happy. You being human makes no difference to me, because I love you. Even when you breathe your last breath, your soul will live on with me in the form of my favorite doll I will keep on a special shelf, pristine and upkept"

He's kind of a helpless romantic lol

Bro gave you a whole essay

anyways, he literally could not care less if you are magical or not, he's just thinks you're neat <33

CandyPop

He kind of thinks its funny that you think that

He will snort and look at you like you're joking "why??"

"You shouldn't feel that way. It's pointless to. Because you and I both know that no matter what, I still love you. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't like you at least a little bit"

He will joke around with you and make you try to feel good about being human

You are allowed to go pretty much wherever you please without being called a demon, he can't

Your squishy flesh human body is quite sustainable on its own, being able to morph and adapt to extreme situations, which he thinks is neat

And his personal favorite about humans, specifically you, you have such a wide array of expressing yourself! You have emotions, art, studies, etc

He loves you being human and you not liking being human is strange to him

Laughing Jack

He understands the insecurity

He can't say he's ever felt it, because he gives literally no fucks, but he understands

He will do whatever you want him to do about it, really

Lord knows he doesn't know what to do

If you wanna rant, he'll listen

If you wanna just be doted on, that's what he'll do

Whatever makes you feel better

Honestly, he does find it a little peculiar that you don't like being human

Like, if he could be 5'10", wear whatever he wants, do whatever he wants, go whatever he wants, etc, he'd be soooo happy

His 7'6" ass could never

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HE COMES AT NIGHT (Vampire!Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You suddenly find out why the people in the village you recently moved to become so strange at night when you discover that the legend Zoro Roronoa, the bloodthirsty Swordsman, is real. And he’s got his sights set on those who wander the streets after sundown and don’t believe in him…that being you.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Period Piece AU; Porn w/ Plot; Stalking; Horror/Fantasy; Supernatural; Dubcon/R*pe; Knife Play; Stripping; Forced Deepthroat; Cunnilingus; Mating Press; Breeding Kink; Dom!Zoro + sub!Reader; Black-Coded!Reader; Cum Play; Biting; Blood Play; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Three one shots in one day. There’s something wrong with me. Take my laptop AWAY. Enjoy!! -Jazz 🖤🖤

Japanese Term Wordbank:

Minka — A traditional Japanese house; translates to “house of the people”

Kimono — Traditional Japanese garment & national dress of Japan

Sake — A alcoholic beverage from Japan; can be served hot, cold or room temp; often enjoyed with Asian cuisine & appetizers

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The new village you’ve recently moved to is….strange.

Or rather, the villagers are. And you feel awful and terribly guilty for thinking this way. They are an extremely kind, humble, generous, and helpful group of individuals. Living in a small village means community to them, such as watching children when their parents aren’t home; carrying groceries for senior citizens; delivering gifts to homes for birthdays and housewarmings…

And warning those to be inside by nightfall.

You were lucky enough to fall victim to the villagers’ kindness and hospitality when you moved to the quaint little village of rolling hills, forests, small businesses, and hanoks just a month ago. You were freshly out of your parents’ home to pursue a career in the medical field and were accepted into a medical program to become a nurse just five months ago.

Your parents were originally apprehensive about the idea, but after seeing how small and low in crime the village is, and how close your new home would be to your class location, they allowed you to move. Immediately, your neighbors delivered cakes, bottles of sake, and good wishes to you. It made you feel at home.

You are now aware of how sweet and humble these people are, but you’re also aware of how superstitious they are too. It’s not as simple as your mother leaving a candle in her dark house to ward off spirits when you were young or not walking under a ladder.

You started noticing it while walking home from your classes with your friend from school in the evening time. Your classes, which begin in the afternoon at 11 AM sharp, end every evening at 5 PM just as the last of the autumn sun glints over the horizon and the small village before nightfall.

And every evening, like clockwork, small businesses close their doors for the night. Parents urge their children in the house after playing all afternoon. You had thought it was nothing at first, but then you started noticing more strange things: curtains being drawn; lanterns and candles being snuffed so the entire village is dark as night; homeowners putting candles and expensive sake on their doorsteps.

One day while walking to dinner in your flowery kimono and carrying your medical book for studying and wicker basket for your lunch, you decide to ask your friend about it. She’s been living in the village since birth and you bonded over your shared love for cooking and cute men.

”Hey, hold on a second,” you call to her from up the trail. You decided since it’s Friday and you were dismissed early to go for dinner at a ramen place she knows about just up the road from your school…with the intention of coming home before dark, of course.

She stops, turning to you in her own pretty kimono and slippers. “What’s wrong?” She asks, concerned before grinning at you. “Those spicy rice balls making you nervous now? You seemed so confident earlier.”

You roll your eyes at her teasing. “No, it’s not about the food. It’s about that food.” You point at the offering sitting on the steps of a Minka. Perfectly sculpted rice balls, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a bottle of sake with a cup sit there surrounded by vibrant red flowers.

“What’s this for?” you curiously ask your friend. “I see people leaving food out all of the time. Is it an offering or…”

Your question trails off when you catch your friend’s expression. She looks absolutely terrified, her eyes wide and her body stiff. “You mean…you don’t know?” She softly asks, like someone will hear her. “No one told you?”

You scowl at her, confused. Is she joking with you? “Told me what?” you demand. “What do you mean by that?” Your friend looks around to make sure no one is listening. You find that odd too. “C’mon,” she whispers, waving you along. “I’ll explain at dinner.” You tentatively follow, your hairs standing up on end for some reason.

Your friend keeps her promise. While at dinner, over a plate of spicy rice balls, two small bowls of miso ramen, and a bottle of Kamikokoro Peach Sake, she starts explaining the ways of her people. She leans in like she’s telling a scary story, eyes narrowed and her hands planted firmly on the table.

“Long ago, hundreds of years before us, a swordsman once lived here. He was known throughout the land and beyond for his great craft of fighting with his swords. He is said to have carried three—two in his hands and one in his mouth between his teeth. He went by the name Zoro Roronoa.”

You are already giggling, sipping more of the sweet sake as you listen to the obviously-made-up story. Who the fuck carries a sword in their mouth?

“His name still puts fear in the hearts of those who know it, so much so that it’s only whispered. One day, the swordsman died. It’s still unclear how it happened—some say it was illness; others say he was brutally murdered by an enemy…but he didn’t die. Not in the way all humans do.”

You quirk a brow at her, playing along in her game as the sake makes you feel fuzzy and warm. “His body was discovered, but he wasn’t buried. When a casket was bought and a grave was dug for him, his body suddenly vanished without a trace.”

Now you really laugh. There is no way she can believe this is real! “As time went on, villagers started disappearing in the dead of night. If they were lucky, their bodies would be found the next morning completely slashed, sliced, and diced.”

She takes a sip of her sake, calm and cool. “Almost as if a sword had gotten them,” she adds. You feel a sudden chill and wrap your kimono tighter around yourself.

“It became a pattern in the village: people who were foolish enough to walk at night would fall victim to Zoro the Swordsman. If they were completely spirited away and not found, their bodies would come up completely unrecognizable.”

“But why?” you find yourself asking. “Just because people are out at night, he goes and kills them?”

Your friend’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Oh, Y/N, no. People who know of him aren’t out past sundown. The people who are are disbelievers. Those are the people Zoro goes after.”

You scowl at her, confused and becoming irritated with this supernatural BS story. “He thrives off of belief,” she explains. “It fuels him and makes him more powerful…it also keeps him away. But if you happen to be one of those unlucky souls that come across him at night, you’ll be responsible for fueling his bloodlust. Zoro is said to be a merciful being.”

“And this was a real person?” you smirkingly ask. “Not just some urban legend or spooky story to keep bad kids inside at night?”

Your friend sighs and shakes her head like you’re deluded. “He’s not just either one of those things. He’s considered so much more here—a God to some, a demon to others, but he is worshiped and his rules are closely followed…unless you have a death wish.”

She pauses to slurp down her ramen and so do you, the food suddenly tasting like paste. “Have you seen him before?” You curiously ask.

Your friend looks like you just admitted to murder. “Are you insane?! No way! I’m always in the house before sundown. I’m not trying to get killed!”

You cock your head at her. “Then how do you know he’s even real, hm? How does anyone know this supernatural swordsman even exists?”

Once again, your friend shakes her head at you. “Just because you don’t see him doesn’t mean he’s fake. The bodies that have popped up around here are proof of that. But you keep acting like he’s a bullshit bedtime story.”

She reaches across to play with a loose strand of your hair. “He likes pretty little things like you…pretty, careless little things that don’t believe and refuse to believe.” You swat her away and you both laugh, but her words make something in your stomach roil.

The rest of dinner is normal and filled with laughs. You polish off the rest of your sake with ease along with your supper, feeling full and drunk once you finish. Your friend asks if she can walk you home, but you decline. “I’m a big girl,” you drunkenly giggle. “I’m only a two-minute walk away.”

Your friend looks worried, but hugs you nonetheless. “Just get home safe and be very careful. It’s already nightfall.” She looks around the dark, semi-empty streets with concern and alert, but you don’t. The alcohol makes you feel fuzzy, giddy, and a false sense of security.

But once you wave farewell to your friend and depart, heading off in the opposite direction, that security fades. You suddenly become hyper-aware of how…empty the streets are. They are completely deserted except for an animal here and there-a stray dog; a hooting owl; a fox scurrying into a bush).

There is no sign of a human anywhere.

Swallowing roughly, you keep a hand on the small knife your father forced you to take with you and keep your footsteps brisk yet careful. Your walk is short. All you have to do is keep walking. You don’t think about turning around to run back to your friend or to the restaurant (it’s probably closed, anyway).

You don’t think about how dark and quiet it is. You only think about your bed and how good it’s going to feel once you’re in it.

Yes, your fluffy, warm bed. Your cozy, warm home. Nothing bad happens there. Nothing can hurt you there. Nothing can—

“Stop.”

The voice comes out of nowhere. It is unfamiliar and deep, but also soft and quiet. It blends with the wind, but it is so distinctly manly that you know that it’s not the wind at all. And what do you do? You stop, out of shock. Turning around, you grip your knife harder as you peer down the cobbled road and row of dark, quiet homes.

“Hello?” you call.

You see nothing. You hear nothing. No voices, anyway. Figuring it’s just your paranoia, you turn and keep walking a little faster this time. “I said stop,” the voice, again, demands. He—whoever he is—sounds irritated this time. There is an angry rasp in his tone that sends shivers up your spine.

You turn around again and this time, you do see something…or someone. All you see is a shadowy figure…a big, bulky, shadowy figure with broad shoulders and towers over you despite it being feet away. You squint at it in the darkness, perplexed and afraid. “W-Who are you?” You shakily ask. “Why are you following me?”

The man, or what you think is a man, doesn’t respond. He just stands there. Menacingly.

“Sir?” you call. “Can I help you with something? If not, I need you to stop following me or—“

”You didn’t listen,” he says. His voice is deep and raspy echoing across the empty courtyard. It shocks you to your core and immediately, your intuition kicks in. You feel your stomach drop and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Suddenly, his hand moves to the long handle jutting out of his side. A sword. “What?” You gasp, finding your voice again.

“I said. You didn’t listen.”

He slides the sword out of the sheathe at his side. The metal glints in the moonlight, stealing your breath away.

“You didn’t listen to your friend, so now you’re mine.”

Slowly, he lifts the sword to his mouth and licks it, his pink, pierced tongue sliding down the silver blade. A smirk appears on his lips along with a menacing glint in his eye that sends shivers down your spine.

He’s real. Zoro the Swordsman is real. “O-Oh, my God,” you whisper. You back away, your body shivering, but he only steps forward. “Don’t run from me,” he growls. “It’ll do you good to stay exactly where you are. I’ll catch you.”

You don’t listen. Fear has taken over, kicking your fight or flight switch on. You choose the latter. “Stay away!” you scream. “Stay away from me!”

Quickly, you turn around and begin to blindly run away, your shoes furiously clicking across the cobblestones. You think you hear the swordsman behind you, but you don’t turn around to look. You’re too scared.

You run and run and run, pumping your legs even as they burn. Tears begin to spring into your eyes as your desperation and terror increase, pumping more adrenaline in your body. You can’t die out here. You can’t. Not like this. So you continue to run, dodging between buildings and dark corners to hide yourself even as the moon glows above.

Then you finally see your neighborhood and run faster, puffs of air leaving your lips. When you finally, thankfully, make it to your front door, you look back to see if he’s still there. All you see are swaying trees and dark houses. He is nowhere in sight. You’ve lost him.

You laugh in relief, almost hysterical. You’ve never been so happy to see your front door before. Quickly, you dig into your bag for your keys and fumble a bit with them, not quite able to get your door key together because of your shaky hands. “Come on, come on,” you whimper, your nerves frazzled.

This lapse in judgment and calmness would be enough for any predator to sneak up and take advantage of you…and it is. Suddenly, you’re being pushed against your door by a big, muscular frame and your keys are tumbling to the ground. You let out a scream, but it’s quickly muffled by Zoro’s big hand and thick, ring-covered fingers.

“You’re a cute little thing,” he growls, “but you’re also very stupid. I told you not to run. I told I’d catch you. And you still ran.” You feel him press harder against you, his knee wedging between your thighs. “But I also like stubbornness. Makes it a lot more fun.”

His chuckle sends shivers down your spine. “Pwease!” you say behind his hand. He moves it away to let you speak freely, still trapping you against him.

“Please,” you sob. “Please don’t hurt me. I-I’ll give you whatever money you want, just don’t—!”

“Shut up,” he demands, sounding enraged by the idea. You quickly button your lip despite the soft sobs spilling from you. “Don’t disrespect me like that. I don’t want your fucking money.” Confused, you turn your head slightly to look at him. He is truly a handsome man with emerald, green hair cropped short, crimson eyes, and three gold earrings dangling from his right ear.

“T-Then what do you want?” you whimper.

Zoro reaches a hand over you to grasp the doorknob, magically unlocking the door. “Open the door slowly,” he whispers. “Don’t turn on the light.” He gets off of you, but the sharp tip of his sword stops you from celebrating too much.

With a sob, you turn the knob, open your door, and walk into your small, quiet, dark living area. The floral scent wafting through the air does nothing to relax you as it would after an exhausting day. You hear the door shut behind you and begin to cower, your knees nearly buckling on yourself. Here you are. Alone. In the dark. With a murderous urban legend.

Your mind tries to desperately grasp from straws. For any kind of logic. How is this happening? Are you really that drunk? Did you pass out somewhere and you’re dreaming? Is he just a nightmare? A ghost, maybe?

“Look at me,” Zoro raspily demands. “Take a look at the legend himself.”

Slowly, you turn to him and there he is standing in the moonlight pouring in through your draped window. He is big and tall, towering over you at around six feet. He is built like a tank, sinewy with muscle. Broad shoulders. Big arms. Big pectorals. Big legs. Big everything. In other circumstances, you’d be climbing him like a tree.

The swordsman stands before you, staring you down, his face illuminated by the silver glow of the moon. “You didn’t believe in me. You didn’t heed your friend’s warnings. Now you face the consequences.”

His pink lips curl into a smirk. “Me.” He grips his sword at his side.

Your knees buckle and you press your hands together in a prayer. The effects of the alcohol have begun to fade, leaving you horribly sober. ”Please!” you beg, crying hysterically. “Don’t hurt me! I-I’m new here and I didn’t know! I’m so sorry I disrespected you!”

Zoro rolls his eyes, the most human thing he’s done in the time you’ve known him. ”Too late for that,” he scoffs.

But then he pauses, thinking on it for a moment. “But I suppose I could teach you a lesson without this.” He slides his sword into his sheathe and stupid hope blooms inside of you.

“I think I have another special sword for this punishment.” His smirk turns into a twisted smile that you don’t like at all. ”W-What do you mean?” you whisper.

You think you know, but you’re hoping to God almighty that you’re just being paranoid. Unfortunately, your intuition is right as Zoro takes a step towards you, his smile fading. “Take off your robe,” he demands. His voice is low and not up for the games.

But even so, your dumb, sluggish mind still struggles to “W-What?” you softly gasp. Zoro makes a face, absolutely dumbfounded by your stupidity. “You can’t be this dumb. I said take off your robe.” His hand goes for his sword again. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

He stares you down, silently daring you to disobey him. With a sob of defeat, you lower your basket and begin to disrobe, your fingers trembling and slipping from the knot holding your kimono together.

“Hurry up,” Zoro growls, impatient but also growing harder as he watches you. You can tell from the bulge in his pants that pushes against his black slacks. You go as quickly as possible and finally reveal yourself to him.

Zoro hums in appreciation at the sight of your body. You, however, just shiver and quake in humiliation and fear at being exposed in front of this…this monster. Your nipples are hard from the chill, the fear, and…maybe even arousal? Even now, you can feel a warm tingle between your thighs where, luckily, your lace panties are. How can this be?

The swordsman strides towards you and unsheathes one of his swords. “Please,” you whisper, your skin both hot and cold.

Ignoring you, he takes the tip of the sword and gently drags it down your midsection, keeping the pressure light and slow. You only feel the slight point glide against your skin, causing goose pimples to explode across your body.

Snip.

You gasp, realizing that Zoro has cut through your panties at the speed of light without you even knowing. He then grabs you with his free hand, gripping your arm. You begin to push away from him, struggling against his chest. “No!” you shout. “Don’t! Just leave me be!”

”Silence!” he barks, loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood and scare the moon away.

His voice then dips low, turning soft as he sheaths his sword. “I just want to touch you.” He uses the back of his hand to stroke your cheek. You cringe at his touch. ”So soft,” he sighs. “So pretty…”

His eyes, the color of blood, soften at the sight of you. He looks at you and touches you as if you’re a lover. Not a victim. He suddenly leans in, bending his knees slightly to reach you.

“Please,” you whisper again, but your words are swallowed up by a kiss. His lips are pillowy, soft, and sweet, and they taste like wine. They are unlike any lips you’ve kissed before.

Your body tenses up before finally melting into his own, falling victim to his magical kiss. It sweeps you up in a warm embrace, just as his arm does when he hooks it around your waist to pull your naked body flush against his.

You moan into the kiss, your hands stuck gripping his chest…his warm, hard-like-granite chest. Goddammit all! Even in such a nightmarish situation, you can’t deny how attractive he is.

Zoro suddenly pulls away and swoops down to suck on your supple nipples. He does so in a way that makes you believe that it’s been a long time since he’s touched a woman. His hands roam your back and ass, squeezing, molding, and gripping your flesh. You moan as his tongue slurps on both of your nipples, sensitive from the chill in the air and his hot, wet, pierced tongue.

You moan and writhe against his ministrations, your body betraying you. You can feel your pussy tingling and the knot in your stomach tightening the more he sucks, licks, and grips you. “Ah!” you cry out, flinching at the slight bite of pain as he nipples one of your nipples. His teeth are sharp, almost like knives.

Zoro chuckles, humored by this. “Do you want more, little girl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your nipple. You don’t know whether to say yes or no.

Without waiting for an answer, the swordsman suddenly tosses you over one of his broad shoulders. You squeak, suddenly staring at the floor. “W-What are you doing?” you demand, gripping the back of his shirt.

“You’ll see,” he laughingly says, giving your bare ass a smack for good measure.

He then begins to walk through your house, somehow knowing exactly where the bedroom is. He ventures into the dark room with you in his possession as if you’re a prized sack of jewels that he just won. Carefully, he lowers you down onto the floor where your sleeping cot is.

Then he’s on top of you, swallowing you up with his big body. “Feel me,” he growls, grinding his hips down against yours. There, you feel his big, hard cock pressing into you. This somehow drills the undeniable, inevitable truth into your head: this is real. This isn’t a dream.

The swordsman begins to kiss down your naked body, his lips leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he finally makes it to your legs, he spreads them apart and gazes at the sight in front of him. You quiver in his hands, your tears drying on your cheeks.

“So wet for me,” he coos, his cool breath fanning over your pussy lips. “From the way you screamed and ran from me earlier, I would’ve thought you ain’t like me much.”

You whimper as his finger ghosts over your slit, collecting your juices onto his digit. “I-I don’t,” you softly, your hands grasping the sheets below you. “I don’t like this.” But not even you truly believe it.

Zoro quirks a brow at you, a wicked smirk on his face. “Then why is she sobbing so much for me?” he asks, referring to your perfect, puffy, wet cunt. “Seems to me like she needs something she hasn’t been getting very much of.”

He smiles at you, his pearly whites glinting in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window. “Allow me to do that for you.”

Then you finally see it: fangs. Four of them, two on each row of teeth where his canines should be. You don’t have to scream or cry or try to escape. Not when he’s ducking between your legs to eat you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Oh!” you moan, your head leaning back against the pillow. You’ve never felt immense pleasure like this before.

Zoro eats you out like he’s starving, moaning into your pussy as he sloppily slurps and gulps away at your juices. His fangs don’t even get in the way of scraping you as he licks and sucks at your clit, his soft lips cushioning the sensitive bud. You feel the urge to grind your hips against his talented mouth, you feel a hand press against your stomach.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ move,” he grows into your cunt. “If you, I won’t make you cum at all.” He keeps pressing down as he eats you out, giving you the sensation of wanting to pee but not being able to.

“Oh, f-fuck!” you whine, tossing an arm over your eyes. “Please, please, please!”

“Please what, baby?” He asks, giving you a long, teasing lick from your clit down to your ass. “Please make you cum?” You frantically nod, needing it yet not wanting it. “Then you’d better fuckin’ look at me while I do this or you won’t like what happens,” he growls.

Defeatedly, you take your arm off of your eyes and stare into his as he slips one finger inside of you. You gasp, doing your best to not arch your back as he curls his finger up, fucking you as he sucks on your clit.

“Cum for me,” he demands. “I want you to cum.”

You can feel it building, about to burst. Suddenly, as you’re staring into the swordsman’s eyes, they begin to glow, the vibrant red almost pulsing. You blink once and feel your whole body instantly melt. It feels as if your body and mind are not your own anymore. They are someone else’s.

“Cum,” he says again, a growl in his tone. “Cum.”

You can hear his voice and the word echoing in your mind as he keeps his gaze locked on you, his tongue slashing away in time with his finger-fucking.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan, finally coming apart and cumming all over his fat tongue. Your moans and wails of pleasure are music to his ears, urging him to keep slurping and licking on. “Yes, baby,” he groans. “Keep cumming. Give me everything.”

You have no choice. He continues to press down on your pelvis, making the orgasm way more intense. It leaves you squirming and gasping, your vision blurred with unshed tears. The pleasure is almost painful. It sends you soaring up, up, and up, and then crashing back down to Earth again.

Zoro slowly pulls away from you, sliding his finger out of your hole. You moan at the loss, watching as he sucks your cum off of his finger. A fire suddenly appears in his eyes and he silently stands before you in the moonlight. You have no choice but to watch as he disrobes, first sliding his black bandana off to reveal his short-cropped, emerald hair.

Then off his shirt goes. Then his belt holding his swords. Then his pants, underwear, boots, and socks. Soon, he is completely naked, staring down at you with his glowing eyes. Your eyes drink in his pink, pierced nipples; his tan skin stretching across big biceps, forearms, and thighs; his washboard abs and happy trail leading down to his very hard, very big, very thick, throbbing cock.

“Get on your knees,” he demands. “I need my cock wet. You can’t be the only one receiving.” Despite you telling yourself no, you still sit up and position yourself on your knees in front of him. You look up at him and his beautiful, dripping cock in obedience, almost as if you’re his slave now.

You may as well be. You have no other thoughts except for him and him alone. Your body does as he demands, pulled on strings like a puppet. What has he done to you? He wraps a hand around his cock and slowly pumps his fist up and down on his shaft. “Show me that you believe in me,” he murmurs.

Somehow, you’re already salivating for his cock. Still on your knees, you rise up and take his cock into your smaller hand. He gives you time to get to know him, pushing his hips forward to sink his cock further into the hole you form with your hand. “That’s a good girl,” he purrs. “Get to know me. You’ll be gettin’ to know me a lot more soon.”

You watch, hypnotized, as your hand slides around his shaft. He is so thick that you can barely fit your fingers around the base. And his balls! They’re so big and heavy-looking, probably loaded with cum. His soft groans of encouragement egg you on to stroke him more, getting him harder and harder. Your pussy tingles at the sounds he makes and the feeling of his cock in your hand, so hard and heavy.

Finally, Zoro stops you, taking your hand off of him. “Enough,” he growls. “Take me into your mouth.” He takes his cock and rubs the head against your lips, applying his own personal lipgloss to them. He pushes deeper, prying your mouth open. “Taste me.”

You let out a muffled grunt of surprise as his cock slides into your mouth and settles onto your tongue, drawing a low moan out of him. He pushes deeper, giving you his full length. Your throat flexes and gags around his thick length, your tongue sliding down the pulsing vein trailing from his tip to his heavy balls.

“Yeah?” He chuckles. “You love the taste of me, don’t you?” You gurgle in response, trying to get used to the appendage in your throat. You have to hollow your cheeks and open your throat as if to yawn to accommodate him and his size. Especially when he begins to thrust. You feel his pubic hairs brush against your nose as he does, his pelvis rubbing against your top lip. “Take me deeper, baby. Just like a good whore should.”

He is warm and pulses in your mouth like a live thing, his hips pistoning front and back without abandon like your mouth is a fleshlight. A toy for his pleasure only. Saliva begins to drip from your mouth down your chin, making it easier for him to push a little deeper until that button at the back of your throat gets triggered, urging you to vomit.

“Mmm-ph!” you moan around his cock, pushing him back an inch by his thighs.

You manage to get him somewhat farther away from the back of your throat, allowing you a millisecond of relief. But Zoro grips the back of your hair, keeping you firmly latched onto his cock. “Uh-uh, don’t push me away,” he growls. “Guess I was too lenient with you.”

He pauses for a moment to tilt your chin up, his glowing eyes meeting yours. Once again, your brain feels foggy and you can't concentrate on anything. “Look into my eyes,” he demands, his voice soft and seductive. “Relax for me. Relax for my cock.”

And just like that, your body is relaxed and so is your throat. You go almost slack, all of your muscles loosening as you fall deeper and deeper under his spell. His cock slides perfectly down your throat, loosening it up the more he thrusts along your tongue and strokes the inside of your cheeks.

“Thaaat’s it,” Zoro praises, staring down at you through hooded eyes. “That’s a good. Fuckin’. Girl.”

Each word is punctuated by a rough thrust that nearly has you coughing. He tilts your face up with his fingers on your chin, making you look at him as you throat his dick. “Doesn’t it feel so good to give in? To let yourself submit to me?”

‘Yes,’ you think, but the thought is not yours…or is it? You don’t know anymore. You can’t think of anything but the salty taste of his pre on your tongue and how hard he is in your mouth.

Suddenly, your throat becomes scratchy and an unbearable pain explodes in your lungs. Zoro snorts, humored by your struggle. “You need to breathe, darlin’?” he chuckles. “Fine, but only because you’re doing so well.”

Finally, he pulls out of your wet, sloppy mouth, groaning as he does. You drink in the air and cough, finally able to breathe. Your mouth is beyond wet, coated in cum and saliva, while your eyes are wet with tears.

“Fuck, you look too cute,” he groans as if pained by your appearance. He looms over you, the moonlight cutting across his toned, muscular form. “I can’t wait any longer. Get on your back.”

You don’t protest. You don’t put up a fight. You just do as he wants, getting on your back and spreading your legs like a good girl. A good slut. He hovers over you, his big frame completely covering yours and blocking out the moon. All you see and smell and taste and know is him.

The moon glints in his crimson eyes as he taps his cock against your clit, making you twitch and moan. He presses his mouth against yours, your tongues dancing together.

“Let me in,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let me inside of you, baby.” He hikes your legs over his shoulders and wraps a hand around himself, lining himself up with your entrance.

A small breath of clarity fills you and for a moment, you come back to reality. “W-Wait!” you gasp, but your words cease to exist when he slides inside of you. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as his length stretches you open, filling your walls inch by inch.

“Finally,” he groans, shuddering as he sinks into you. “Finally.”

The sounds you make are strangled and hoarse from the throat-fucking as he fills you up, taking you inch by inch, vertebrae by vertebrae. You’ve never been this full in your life. You grip his arms for dear life, feeling as if you’ll break if you don’t. Zoro hums in approval, gripping your hips as he begins to rock his hips against yours, sliding in and out, in and out.

“Oh, oh, oh!” you moan from underneath him, singing your own chorus. You can’t explain the feelings and emotions swimming inside of you right now. You feel so dirty and wrong for finding pleasure in being taken by the monster above you, but you know that if you don’t, he could damn well kill you.

“Look at me,” he orders. Your eyes have closed, forced shut by the pleasure. “Don’t look away. Let me see that face as I fuck you.” He begins to piston his hips, stroking that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “So beautiful,” he grunts. “Why the fuck did you run from me?”

He fucks you harder, faster, drilling into your sex like it belongs to him. His handsome face grows red with the force of his fucking, sweat glinting off of his forehead. You claw at his back, the pleasure exploding inside of you, starting in your core.

“O-Oh, fuck, please!” you cry out. “N-Need you!” Tears once again prick at your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. You’ve never cried during sex before.

Zoro smiles, his fangs glinting at you. You don’t even feel fear anymore. “I need you too,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your ankle near his ear. “I need all of you and you need all of me. It’s okay to admit it.”

You do. You need every inch of him despite the fact that all of him is inside of you, stroking your insides, bullying your pussy into taking him. Your walls squeeze and grip him, pulling him deeper inside of you and squelching with every thrust. Zoro laughs—laughs—as you moan and sob below him, your pretty body on display. “That’s a good girl. My good girl.”

He drops your legs from his shoulders, hoists you against him, and proceeds to rut into you without abandon. You gasp with each forceful, rough thrust. It takes your breath away and makes intense pleasure crackle inside of you like fire. It almost hurts. “W-Wait, Zoro!” you gasp, gripping him for dear life. “You’re going too fast! I-I can’t—“

“You can,” he insists, growling into your ear. “Sorry, sweetness, but I have to fuck you faster. I need to fucking cum and I can tell you do too.”

You do. You can’t help it. The more his cock stimulates your G-spot and the more his pelvis brushes against your clit, the more that knot in your core begins to tighten, threatening to snap. You feel like a balloon that is expanding with too much air and is about to pop.

Zoro fucks you hard and rough, using your body as his own personal toy. He takes you along for the ride until you both can’t take much more. You whine in his ear, “Oh, God, please! Please make me cum!”

Zoro’s big hand wraps around your hair and pulls you back to face him. “Not yet, you little vixen,” he growls, his red eyes drilling into yours. “Give me what I want first.” He leans in, nose nearly touching yours. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you believe in me. Acknowledge me.”

You don’t know what to say or how to form words. You can’t even breathe. His rough thrusts are enough to make you come apart at the seams. “I…I…” The swordsman wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing. “Say it!” he roars. “Tell me!”

Finally, your mind has a break just as it breaks. “I-I’m yours!” you sob. “I believe in you! I promise, I do! I’m all yours!” You know exactly what this means and so does Zoro because he grins, looking overjoyed at this breakthrough.

This isn’t just sex talk. You’re talking to an urban legend after all. And not just that…but a vampire. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby.”

His cock drives into you faster and harder, triggering that spot over and over again, practically abusing it until you have no choice but to cum. Your body is forced to. “Cumming!” you warn, digging your nails into Zoro’s muscular back. “I-I-I’m cumming!”

The orgasmic, euphoric feeling washes over you, almost as if God has bestowed the feeling of being in heaven onto you. You fall into a sea of bliss, moaning out your release as you gush all over Zoro’s cock.

“Me too,” he grunts, still pistoning away at your sloppy, gushing cunt. “Gonna fill you up. Give you all of my kids.”

Kids?

You don’t have it in you to stop him. You just let him dig his fingers into your ass, hard enough to leave bruises, as he frantically chases his orgasm in your pussy. Finally, with a loud grunt of release, he pumps his cum deep inside of you, filling you with warmth. You gasp at the feeling, all of your senses coming to life. It somehow triggers another agonizing orgasm that has you spasming and whining in pleasure.

As you do, Zoro wrenches your hair back to expose your warm, soft, pulsing neck. “It’s time,” he growls. “Give me your neck, little human.” His eyes flash an inhuman red, his pupils turning to slits.

Before you even realize what’s happening, his teeth are sinking into the tender flesh of your skin. You open your mouth to let out a scream, but all that escapes you is a strangled, weak moan as his fangs pierce your skin. It’s a confusing mixture of a stinging pain and pleasure, creating a cocktail of strange emotions. Your eyes squeeze shut, the darkness behind them flashing with colors and shapes.

Zoro continues to suck your blood, gulping down each ounce of the red substance of your life force. You can feel your energy draining from you with each gulp, making you feel fatigued and dizzy.

Your vision blurs and your hands twitch, unable to push him away. He continues to feed, moaning in desperation at the taste of you. You can feel your own blood drip down your neck to your breast in two steady, red streams.

Finally, the swordsman pulls away. His lips and teeth are stained red. Red from you. You want to scream. You want to fight. You want to get away from this monster…but you’re just too goddamn tired.

Zoro doesn’t say anything for a while. He just takes you and lies you down on your cot on your side. You don’t fight it. Your body is too heavy and your mind is too foggy to do anything but comply. Your thighs are soaked with his cum, staining every part of your cunt.

“Now you’re mine forever,” he whispers. “You’ve given yourself to me. Now we’re bonded for eternity.”

You let out a weak moan in response, one single tear falling from your eye. Zoro lays his big body next to you, his hand stroking down your body. “Sleep now, my little human,” he coos. “And remember me. Always remember me.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and it is all you remember as sleep takes you.

When you awaken, it is morning. The bright autumn sun pours through your window. Zoro is gone. Your cot is cool and empty as if he wasn’t there the night before.

But you know better. You know that the other night is as real as the sun in the sky, and you don’t need to see the two bloody, puncture holes in your neck to believe it.

Now? You come home before sunset.

THE END.

[mjanelupinblack]

starving creatures | chapter one 🖤

pairing: xu minghao x reader // jun x reader (mainly lol)

description: starving creatures have arrived at your homeland in forks. little do you know, they not only intend to drain the blood out of you... they'll also to break your heart in two.

genres: slowburn (please bare with me), fluff, angst, vampire!au

warnings: blood drinking, lot of blood related themes, repressed emotions, family issues, miscommunication, kinda toxic friendship with cheol? blood and smut will be mixed. emotionally and physically starved vampires oops. did i mentioned blood?

minors dni!!!

fic playlist 🖤

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: like i said, slowburn as f*ck. you'll have to wait to have fun with jun and hao but it'll be worth it if you bare with me. also i am having so much fun writing this omg ^_^ english isn't my first language and i don't have beta readers so kind feedback is welcome <3

CHAPTER 1

Joshua Hong had been the first for many things in his life: the firstborn, the first brother to complete his education, the first student among his classmates to perform a solo surgery, and one of the first doctors to try chloroform for his medical procedures, as anesthesia wasn't nearly as developed as it is now.

He was also the first one to be turned.

No other outcome could have been expected. People like him - young, enthusiastic, seemingly blessed by the gods - had to have some divine punishment waiting for them. Josh's penance would be to live forever with his luck... and to have it slowly fade into misfortune.

As a doctor, he never thought life could be eternal. He had witnessed all types of miracles at Paris Salpêtrière, but no soul had ever gotten to escape the sweet lullabies of death. At first, he felt terrible about it. Doctor Pierre had told him to get used to it, as God only gives special treatment to his friends. Little did he know, Pierre was a close friend of Him. He didn't notice it until he found himself digging a blade into his tutor's jugular vein.

No pulse could be found, but Pierre's breaths were still steady.

"Let's go, Josh! Everything's packed!" Vernon shouted as he got into the driver's seat.

"Do we really have to go through this again?" Jun complained, as if it would change anything. For the last time, he stared at the California house that had been their home for the past ten years.

He always got too attached.

"C'mon, man, you know it's better this way," Vernon replied.

From the passenger seat, Joshua looked at them. Minghao rubbed his brother's back and gently pushed him into the car despite his deep and frustrated sighs. This might be the worst part. But upon reflection, the worst part might also involve the one where locals started noticing their lack of aging, leading him to search for a new town.

"Jun, you can't be mad..." Vernon tried.

"Hum, yes, I can be mad," Jun countered. "And I can't believe you all think it's possible to move from California to this nowhere town."

"This 'nowhere town' is called Forks, alright? And it's your new home, so you better get used to it."

Nowhere Town. That's a good name, as it reflected all the peace Joshua had been praying for since Junhui and Minghao joined his and Vernon's odd nomadic, supernatural-like lifestyle.

"It's always cloudy there. You'll get to hang out more often with your friends."

"Sorry, what friends?" Jun asked sarcastically.

"You'll make friends eventually, Jun. Stop whining," Minghao said.

You didn't believe Forks was the best town in the world either. The landscape, always covered by mist and the ground sticky wet from the most recent storm, looked exactly as it did when you were born. You finished cleaning the house an hour before the awaited arrival. The large windows were all cleaned, not a single stain preventing passersby from catching a glimpse inside.

The house was empty for now, as it had been since the heartbreaking death of the previous inhabitants. You sat by the porch, trying to catch your breath and wondering what the new family looked like. Were they old? Were they nice? Certainly, they wouldn't want anyone to disturb them, otherwise, they would have chosen to live closer to the town center.

Surrounded by trees and animals, your aunt's house was known for attracting people who appreciated solitude.

That's the first thing you learned about Minghao.

There is a van approaching from a distance. The new renters arrived half an hour earlier than you planned. You stand up quickly, shaking the dirt off your pants when, for the first time, you see his face.

You won’t be able to forget that face.

"Y/N, right? We talked on the phone yesterday," one of the guys says. There are four of them now. By his introduction, you supposed you are talking to Mr. Chwe.

"Yes! It's so nice to meet you all, Mr. Chwe."

You shake his hand, surprised to find Mr. Chwe, a doctor, looks more like a student who just pulled an all-nighter.

He also has the temperature of an old man.

"Just Vernon, please," he said.

You had a speech planned, but right now you're having trouble remembering what you were going to say. There's a man behind Vernon who looks at you with tender and compassionate eyes. You assume he's Joshua, the one who responded to your emails.

"I'm so sorry my aunt couldn't make it today. As I told you, she's been sick. It would be difficult for her to climb all the way up here. I'll give you the tour, if you're comfortable with it."

Vernon shows his understanding. The same goes for Joshua, who breaks into a sincere smile and thanks you for being so attentive. It's almost as if they're acting like parents. And then, there are the kids...

"Actually, I'm tired. I'm sure we can figure out the house ourselves."

"I could really use some sleep."

"We've stayed in bigger houses anyway."

"Jun, Hao... Enough of that."

Jun and Hao; you're not sure which one takes your breath away more. With their silky, white, shoulder-length hair, they stand in the woods like fairies in a fairytale.

But you imagined fairies to be... more polite, perhaps.

"It's okay. It must have been a long ride for them. I'll leave you to rest." You tranquillize Mr. Chwe with a smile, but think, Morons, in your head.

Almost as if he heard what you said, Jun's face contorts in a gesture that appears both surprised and offended.

"Do you all see that little house right there?" you ask, pointing down into the distance past the trees. "That's where I live. Just call me if you need anything. We're the only neighbors you have around, besides the Boo Family. Oh, and I almost forgot. They asked me to leave you a present since they won't be able to come and say hello today. I left it inside."

"A present?" Minghao asks, his forehead furrowed and a fucked up temper. It's as if you'd just left a bomb or something in their kitchen.

You feel small under his gaze.

"Yes... it's just a beautiful mirror."

•••

Vernon was the second one to get turned.

He graduated from uni, having already killed a man. He tasted his blood, vomited to stop feeling sick, but then got the imperious need to drink from him again.

“Who the hell is this Boo Family?” Jun asks once they get to the house. The mirror is still covered in the living room. There’s no use in unwrapping it as they can’t use it anyways.

“Some old friends.” Vernon answers, face paler than usual.

He made a vow to never to steal a life again. No matter how hungry he was, no matter how weak he could get, he had a strong set of values he planned to spend the rest of his non-desired eternity with, even if people told him it wasn’t the natural thing to do.

“Explain yourself.”

“No explanation needed… Just go to your room, Jun.”

“Are you grounding me or something? I thought we were over with all this weird family shit.”

“I could be your grandfather, how is that weird to…”

“Boo Seungkwan is the man who brought Vernon into this life, okay?” Joshua explains.

Josh had been his mentor. Studying hard for his degree, Vernon was only seven years younger than him and had a mind full of dreams. One of them was to become a doctor as brilliant as Joshua, which, after a lot of sacrifice, he did. But he never thought his desire to be like Joshua would put him into a world so dark and twisted. When he said he wanted to be like Joshua, he never imagined… this.

“There’s your answer.” Vernon says.

He wouldn’t have endured sane this long without Joshua as a friend.

“Don’t worry, mate, we are leaving this place.”

The house is big. Of course, they lived in much larger houses than your auntie’s, as Jun said. But this house… There is wood covering the walls and enormous trees blocking the sunlight from the windows.

Vernon asks himself, is it always going to be like this?

Will Josh and he finally be able to take daytime shifts? Will they be able to walk around town without having to worry about deadly eruptions on their skins?

Sunglasses and long sleeves, then they are ready to go. The offer is tempting.

“There’s no need.”

“What do you mean?” Joshua asks in disbelief.

“I mean… We already paid the girl.”

“And she can keep the money. We’re leaving.”

Jun seems thrilled. What will their new location be? Bahamas? Maybe France? Oh, he loves pain au chocolat! Now it is gonna be great.

“I want to give it a try, Josh,” Vernon says, much to Jun’s disgrace. “Yejin is dead. And there’s no other reason for the Boo family to attack me again.”

“Yejin? Like your ex-friend Yejin?” Minghao asks.

“More like the maniac, out-of-her-mind-obsessed-with-Vernon, Yejin.” Joshua corrects.

“How did you know about her, Hao?”

“I might have stumbled upon your diaries once. But then we moved, and I don’t know where you hide them anymore. So I’m kinda stuck in the middle of the tale.

“Well, well, well… Looks like we know very little of each other to be part of the same family, Mr. Chew. Or should I call you Doctor?”

Jun disappears from the room, not caring for Joshua, who wants to say something to him. Even if he couldn’t move at this dazzling speed, he would’ve been able to escape the situation with equal grace.

That’s the way he is.

“Welcome to Forks, then.”

•••

“So… the new renters are a piece of shit.” your friend Cheol says. It's nice to catch up after a whole summer apart, not seeing or hearing anything from him.

Your ankles ache from the cold wind that bites as you walk the last stretch to school.

“That’s not what I said,” you explain. “The doctors were very nice to me. But the young ones… This guy Jun was in a terrible mood and treated everyone like shit. The other brother was…”

Threatening? But gut-wrenchingly beautiful? Eyes so deep like sinking ships after crashing with an iceberg?

“…a bit serious, I don’t know. When the doctors asked me if there was a highschool nearby, I thought I'd get to make some friends.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough of a friend?”

Okay, that was a low blow and you need to respond to it.

“The whole summer you went missing. So yes, at some point your friendship felt short for me.”

Many years of friendship taught you that you can open up with Cheol whenever you feel sad or lonely. You arrive at school and identify some of the friends he spent the whole summer with. A sight escapes your mouth. You love the guys, but you kinda wish your alone time with Cheol would have lasted longer.

And he notices.

“We can hang out later. Just you and me,” he promises, grabbing both of your hands. “We can sneak and spy on this jackasses’ house. Then you’ll watch them nose-picking and realize they’re not that big of a deal.”

“Voyeurism? That 's the date?”

Cheol pinches your nose in between his fingers and smiles playfully. Same old smile. Same old gesture that makes you feel safe. Even after a whole summer of not knowing what the hell is going on in his head.

“I know you. Don’t act like you don’t like to get into other people’s lives.”

Touché. You admit there’s a certain rush of adrenaline growing in your veins whenever you think about getting into your new renters’ intimacy. There's a certain power that comes with knowing about other people's secrets. Even when you don’t plan to use any of those against them.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I take it as a yes.”

“Take it as a maybe I'd rather go grab some coffee and not do such creepy things!”

You hit your friend in the arm playfully. When they see you coming, the gang welcomes you with a hug and some cheering. Hoshi tells you about how your best friend drank his blood’s weight in beer and none of the parties were near as entertaining as when you are there to join them.

You don’t believe him. You know he’s only saying this to make you feel better. But you have nothing against white lies when they serve their purpose.

“Maybe invite me next time?” you say, knowing that you are asking for the impossible.

Soonyoung looks at Dino, who answers without saying a word. Cheol pulls you closer to him. Silent and almost surrounding you with his arms.

“I really don’t think you’d like it,” Soonyoung says. “Plus you’ve been busy training, from what I heard.”

Of course. Training. You are not sure what Soonyoung must have heard about it, or who he must have heard it from. But this summer, you have been leaving your house at five in the morning everyday with the intention of running your sacred five miles before seven a.m—or whatever number of miles you could do before starting to feel like you’re about to pass out. It has been awesome; wind whipping your skin and not a single thought crossing your head. Just a pleasant sensation of hurt that would leave your legs shaking and your mind blank.

After that, you’d return home just in time to give your auntie her meds.

And then you’d like to run away again.

“Are you getting into a competition or something?” Dino asks.

“Nah. I was just doing it to clear my mind. But who knows… I’m fast.”

“Maybe I could help your train then”

Around the corners, or maybe even a couple of blocks away, there’s a soul with the extramundane ability of hearing your thoughts and sayings with just the gaze of your silhouette.

“Hum… who the hell are you?” Seungcheol asks him.

He wasn't there just minutes ago. You must have been too lost in your own thoughts as the sight of your neighbor makes your heart skip a beat.

Maybe he wants you to introduce him?

“Guys, this is Jun. My auntie rented the house to his family, so he and his brother are new here.”

“Great way to introduce yourself, mate. You’re an asshole, from what I heard?”

You step over your friend’s foot, hoping to subtly silent him. Damn, Seungcheol has a big mouth.

“Actually, I’m here to apologize,” Jun says, much to your surprise. And then he looks at you like no one else is there. “My manners weren’t the best. We had a long trip from California so I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“California? You’re a ghost, man.”

Ignoring Soonyoung’s comment, your neighbor continues trying to apologize.

“I just wanted to let you know that whatever neighborly thing you need, you can count on my family and me.”

Just by the way they’re silent, analyzing every bit of him but actually finding nothing, you can tell that the guys already hate Jun without even knowing him.

And for that, you feel relieved.

“Thank you, Jun. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.”

•••

You live in a place so different than Mr. Chwe and Mr Hong’s new house. It only has a few rooms; none of them fancy and only spacious enough for you to sleep and change in there. The little wooden cabin remains hidden in between the trees, all of them prominent enough to prevent your house from being in plain sight. Rain has to make an effort to fall in between thick leaves. And if it wasn’t because of the oscillating movement of your auntie’s chair, Joshua would´t have found it.

He has always been a good neighbor. It’s a signature part of the made up story he tells about himself every time his life changes. So there he is, standing on the porch of your house with a basket of freshly baked cookies in hand. He expects to find you there and maybe ask you a couple of questions about the Boo family and your relationship with them.

“You didn’t have to” you say, receiving the basket in your hands with guilt wrinkling your eyebrows. “Really. I feel terrible. I don’t have anything to give you in return.”

“You’ve given more than enough. This is just a thank you. To you and your aunt.”

Some persistent raindrops have started to pierce through the trees.

“Come in, I insist” you say, opening the door fully even though it’s kinda messy inside. You haven’t found the time to clean up and embarrassment shows in the crimson red of your plumpy cheeks. “You won’t make it to the lodge before the rain. And I was about to make some coffee to warm up anyways.”

Joshua knows perfectly that he will be able to reach the lodge even before the next drop of rain. Despite that, he decides to enter your house and take a seat at your table, waiting for the cloudburst to stop, like any normal person. In front of him, there’s a cup of coffee. He asked for it without sugar or milk because he wouldn’t be able to enjoy those flavors if you put them in there anyways. Of course, the story he tells is different. It’s easier to explain he’s grown accustomed to preparing his coffee bitter in the rush of his night guards.

“So, California…”

Your friend Hoshi’s observation over Jun had been rude but sharp. California’s sun had rejected Joshua’s family in an inexplicable way.

“Yes, we stayed there for a short time,” he answers. For him, that is not a lie. Ten years really is a short time. “We have a condition. It makes us sensitive to the sun. So long term wasn’t an option.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for that...”

“It's okay. We just have to be careful. Forks seems like the perfect place for that.”

“Trust me. Forks can give you a lot of trouble but sunny days won’t be one.”

Joshua takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn’t taste like anything, but it’s reassuring to see you enjoy the cookies he baked but can’t taste.

“A lot of trouble?” He asks, eyes full of curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”

Coming from California and —from what Vernon told you— previously New York, you imagine your neighbor has no idea of the consequences of living in a place like Forks.

“Well, a small town can be a vast hell if you don’t keep things to yourself,” you explain. “Forks is amazing. But there’s only a few habitants and they all get bored easily, so rumors fly.”

Joshua’s well aware of how deadly rumors can be. Especially when truth revolves around them.

“Do you have secrets to entertain us with, Mr. Hong?” you mock him, feeling a little more comfortable around your neighbor who’s not only a kind person but also a great baker.

His eyes get all wrinkly when he smiles.

“I’m afraid we’re gonna bore you all,” he answers “And please don’t call me Mr. Hong.”

“Fair enough.” You say, while cleaning leftover cookies from the corner of your mouth.

“What about you, do you have secrets?”

You laugh at the question. Maybe it’s because you know the answer damn well.

“Of course. We all do.”

masterlist | next chapter

[catgrassplantdad]

tagged by @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @kiinard @sgtmickeyslaughter @deedala

@energievie for this week's weekly tag wednesday! thanks cuties 🖤

name: jessie

age: 34

location: my living room. listening to my cat breathe loudly in her sleep lol

top sheet, yes or no? yes! i've never had a problem with them, like i don't get tangled in them or kick them down by my feet. but i also sleep like a corpse, so.

how many stuffed animals do you own? one! a platypus squishmallow

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): my cat has a human old lady name. because that is what she looks like to me. she actually started with a different name that sounds vaguely like it could be related to her current name, but in the first two years of her life i couldn't stop calling her this name so i decided to just stick with it full time.

favourite color: some days i prefer orange over green, some days it's the other way around.

any tattoos? yeah, i have ten.

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): a black leather backpack or just my pockets.

the last movie you watched: aliens

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? i give myself a lot of time to get ready in the morning before work because i need to sit and have my coffee and my breakfast and sometimes write a little and just. take my time. exist. so like an hour a half. the actual process of getting showered and dressed is like 20-30 minutes.

favourite weather: either 55 and sunny or 80 and sunny. but also sometimes rain is really nice.

relationship status: i'm super married!

ice cream flavor of choice: mint chocolate chip, usually!

first fandom: ah, kind of spartacus? but really supernatural

how many books have you read this year? big ol' goose egg :( i've started a few but haven't finished any and i feel super shitty about it

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: "gift ideas for greg" lolololol

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? maybe i'd go back to metalheadmickey but i really feel comfortable and at home with catgrassplantdad

tagging @howlinchickhowl @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @rereadanon

@crossmydna @mmmichyyy @ardent-fox @softmick @thisdivorce

@sickness-health-all-that-shit @suzy-queued @too-schoolforcool if you feel like playing!

[ipswitch-ink]

Reid x Hunter! Reader 🖤

enemies or lovers trope.

Reader is trying to settle down with her family and have a semblance of a normal life, living with an uncle and her brother, while her dad and older sister are still on the road hunting. But of course the school has a haunting or monster or something and she has to do something about it, oh, and Reid Garwin (the cute idiot in English Lit) is a warlock! Awesome!

They are obsessed with one another and it shows, passionate and wildly loving one another and somehow think that they're hiding it from everyone...they are not. Everyone knows, his coven and her family, it's so obvious.

It's canon that he cannot flirt (at all) and Reader is pretty snarky, so they clash and bicker upon first sight and, oh, look at that, he can flirt when it counts! Because he's got her flustered and she returns the favor, both of them walking away from that first meeting so moonstruck and hating it so much.

He doesn't know she's a hunter, to be fair, he'd never encountered one. Ever.

She clocks him very soon after meeting him. Reader's got experience, she's met warlocks before, killed a few too. But she cannot stand the thought of killing Reid and doesn't know why, deciding it's because he's done nothing worth killing over and trying to ignore the thunder of her heart.

Eventually, it all comes out in a brutal battle, when he thought she'd done something to Tyler (she didn't, of course, Reader has a code here).

Reid and Reader try to fight it but, when they can't anymore, they stop hiding it, stop running, stop fighting, and start loving. And they don't care what anyone else thinks of that, this love is all that matters.

very "touch her and you'll burn" vibes.

He might be the warlock here but she knows WAY more them him about the supernatural, stuff he didn't even know. He loves reading through her journals and library, it's so freaky, and will eventually help her hunt...which is pretty shocking for some. But Reid has a clear idea of right and wrong and, if something is out there hurting innocent people, he wants it to stop. He's got a code too.

Beside, he feels better fighting with her rather than waiting at home and worrying.

Neither of them has had a "normal" life but Reid is more adjusted then her. He has a real home, she grew up moving from place to place, driving around and living in motels; his hands are clean, she's killed before; he's been safe and happy, she's scarred from her experiences. So Reid gives her some type of normal, movie nights and bonfires and homework and more. It sounds pretty boring but actually Reader loves it all.

Reader has nightmares and, when he realizes this, Reid helps her through them. He prefers to sleep with her, so he can be there to comfort her through them. But if not, she can call him and he'll talk to her until she feels safe.

Reid shows her a side of magic she's never known. Warlocks were the enemy for so long, Reader saw it all in black and white before Reid opened her eyes to the colors she'd been blind too for all her life. He changed her for the better.

The coven comes to like Reader...eventually.

Helps that she saved their stupid asses from something they didn't know how to handle. People like you more when you save them from being brutally murdered.

Her family does not come to like Reid, besides her uncle and one of her brothers.

But those two are her favorites in the family anyway so who gives a damn about anything else? Dad isn't the one dating Reid, she is and that's all that counts, taking up for him at once.

Reader always wore one of her Dad's old leather jackets. The last time they saw each other, it went missing and she figured he must have taken it back, a quiet rejection of her. So Reid gives her his jacket to wear, to keep her safe and warm. It's his job now, anyway, the old man certainly wasn't good at it. He'll do a hell of a lot better.

Passionate arguments turn into passionate making out.

He's jealous and she likes that a little bit, Reader likes belonging to something/someone that isn't bloody. Something sweet. So she doesn't mind when he chases some asshole off or makes it known who she belongs to.

Long drives together, music playing as they talk and argue and laugh and just find somewhere to make out and be stupid and in love.

Reader is always armed, always has weapons hidden in her home and car and he's...okay with that. Even goes as far to put protection sigils over her home and things in order to help her feel a little safer.

He calls her "honey" and she loves it. It's even her name on his phone.

Every time they go somewhere on vacation, something freaky happens. A monster hunting in the lake, a ghost haunting the hotel, a vampire lurking in the city, a creepy cult in the quaint little town. The few times nothing happens, they're almost shocked about it.

But eventually, they get something close to normal and, even better, it's happy. 

[dragon-chica]

Diner Talks - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Idea and inspiration from my ever beloved @adarkroomandawallflower 🖤(Of course Theo's is longest...)

Following the ever-present supernatural happenings in your lives, it became a small tradition between you to, when all is said and done with the latest crisis of Beacon Hills, go down to the diner at the edge of town and unwind. A sigh of relief and good enough food that never changes, and just talk.

They're open 24/7, and you've learned you can say anything without the cook or single waitress giving a damn, from school problems to supernaturals, neither had bat an eye or paid you any mind. They have their own nights to get through, something you've really grown to appreciate and respect, they've never ratted on anything that might have past their ears.

Scott McCall: It was late when everyone called it case-closed and dispersed back to their homes after the last big bad was run out of Beacon Hills, Scott was giving you a ride home on his motorcycle when it started to pour.

Instead of going to the other side of town in blinding rain that may not have been natural, he ducked towards the only lit up building, a neon sign with an awning he could tuck his bike under, and you shared milkshakes and fries, chatting happily in the warm light and ignoring the strange figure standing across the lot.

Stiles Stilinski: The town was once again saved, everyone you loved was more or less in once piece and you were almost asleep in the passenger seat until Stiles' steady tapping a rhythm on his steering wheel changed into a sharp turn into the entrance to a diner woke you wondering if something was wrong.

He let out a whoop and fist pumped pulling into the empty row in front and you took in the place, flickering neon sign you've never paid attention to before as he was already at your door opening it for you.

He remembers when he was little and his dad would take him to eat here after a long case was finally finished, they would both get a greasy burger and greasier fries and Noah would humor some of his questions about work while urging him to eat instead.

They hadn't done this in years, not really. But now you sit across from him in the booth with greasy food served by the same cigarette smokey waitress and talk about your own cases and a little nostalgia always gets him.

Allison Argent: You first took her to eat at the diner not long after she had moved to Beacon Hills, she was unsure if the place was even there as you drove to the very edge of town. And it was completely deserted without being that late, but she followed you in, she's the new one here afterall.

When she learned about werewolves and hunters and everything else she had to tell you as soon as possible and told you to meet her at the diner immediately. She had your order waiting when you got there and was barely holding it in while you slid in across from her before spilling everything she knew and just found out before realizing, you already know about this.

Now anytime there's something new or big to discuss you end up back at the diner, talking a little too loud for such a topic pouring over new knowledge and old texts together.

Theo Raeken: It had been a long day. Both you and Theo (and hell, half the pack) were roughed up and exhausted, nearly dying before the latest big shot was run out of town, and you were starving.

And you voiced as much to Theo, who was about to say there's not much he can do about that at two in the morning, before spotting the only damn place lit up at this hour. He pulled in and huffed a laugh that yeah, it was really open.

He puts his jacket over your shoulders before you slide into the booth and takes the spot across from you, watching your gaze hungrily scan the menu and just adding "same here" once you order.

It's a sigh of relief while you lean back and wait for your food, giving him a crooked little smile while your foot bumps his leg. There's an ache from his wounds still and a scuff of dirt on your face and he wants to get you back in his truck and drive. Away from Beacon Hills and all its' trials, from the memories of hell and the pack he swears he doesn't care for.

It's tradition now, to come to eat at the diner on the edge of town, no matter how late, always lit and empty, as if waiting for you both. You take the same booth and Theo always takes whatever you order too, and he says how you can leave together. Leave everything in this town behind and it'd be okay, but you notice how less serious he sounds about it now. As he comes to accept his fate of caring about the pack and becoming attached to this town, a passing comment of the night before lacing his fingers with yours and heading home instead of a wistful glance to his truck and pleading tone.

Lydia Martin: The only one who starts this out as a normal date. Despite her expensive tastes and higher class lifestyle, she took you out to the 'cute little diner' for a tame date one night when you seemed like you needed a little time to just get away.

Though she usually would've just booked you both a spa day, she knows you well enough that you'd enjoy this little place. Rolling her eyes when you look so surprised that this is where she took you.

Unsuspectedly enjoyed the meal and just getting to talk with you here that it became your go-to whenever things became a bit much, especially after the supernatural aspect took over your lives.

Isaac Lahey: You would take him here when you were able to sneak him out after his dad had been in especially fine form. A quiet place where no one would ask or bat an eye, despite how worried he was at first.

Just a place far away from everything and a hot meal and too-large milkshake to share, always getting one with two straws because you knew he loved that in cheesy movies.

And after he became a werewolf and everyone was so busy you realized how long it'd been since you went to the diner, especially since there was nothing to stop you anymore. Now you go after every pack problem, and despite the higher stakes he's much more lighthearted on these late nights.

[yxnderewritingss]

Can you do a Sam winchester yandere alphabet or bucky barnes which ever you most like? Loves <3

of course!! and thank you so much for requesting! 🫶🏻

there will be a part 2 for bucky!! :)

Yandere!Sam Winchester Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

Sam becomes obsessed because of how much you care for him and how close you two have gotten over the span of time that you knew him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

He would try not to get that messy, but there are certain times where he is willing to get really messy, no hesitation.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

Once he kidnaps you, he would treat you like glass and you were going to break any second, which you would. He would never mock you and try his best to make you as comfortable as possible.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

Sam would know that you don't love him at first, as much as it breaks his heart to accept that statement. So, he's not that delusional in comparison to some others.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

He would try his best to keep his mood changes to a minimum around you. And because of that, he is predictable, at least around you and only you.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

Sam would be so upset that you're trying to fight him to get away from him at first. After that first reaction though, he is quick to either subdue you or calm you down, at least from his point of view.

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

Honestly, it wouldn't take that much for Sam to feel guilty from the start and even his actions. He knows when he is hurting you and it hurts him to see you hurt and even upset.

Hell: What would be their darling's worse experience with them?

In all honesty, it would probably be just when he kidnaps you. He would never intentionally hurt you, mentally and/or physically.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Sam would try to keep it simplistic and stay somewhere nice and calm, away from all the supernatural-related things so you two can live in peace like he's always wanted.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Just whenever someone else makes you comfortable and/or happy. He feels as if he is only one that should make you smile and seeing someone else do that just hurts him and makes him more upset than ever.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

He would make sure that you were asleep so that there would be little fight from you and that it would be easy for him to take you with little marks either on him and/or you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Sam is a very simplistic man, so he would go about it in a very simple, yet classy way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

Kind of. His soft side is mainly shown around you and you would never see when he is angry and distraught, even though you may see him upset, whether it may be when you're fighting him or after he gets back from a hunt.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

As much as it hurt for him to punish you, he feels as if he's got to do it. So, the most that he could do is isolate you, but only for a couple hours though, maybe even less than that.

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Whenever someone else is around you and he sees that they make you very uncomfortable or just a hunt gone wrong.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Sam is very patient with you and he wouldn't be afraid to admit that. No matter how much you may fight back/hurt him in any way, he still would be very patient with you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you were to ever die, he would somehow make some sort of deal to bring you back, no matter the risks/consequences. If you were to escape or leave, he would be up all night and day in order to find you, not that you would really ever make it that far anyways.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

As mentioned before, Sam would try to hide any anger he may have, whether it is towards you or not, because it would just cause you to be scared of him and he would hate for that to happen. He mostly calms down by reassurance from you, if he is able to get that from you.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

He can get rather possessive, especially if you two are out and about somewhere new and he doesn't know the place. Which rarely happens (you going out, whether it be with him or not).

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

Oh, Sam would be so upset and heartbroken, mainly at himself. He knows that he is the reason for your tears, your cries, etc., but that wouldn't stop him from trying to comfort you to the best of his abilities.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Well, he is a hunter and has a whole bunch of different weapons and he can easily use the supernatural against you, so there's that.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Not that vicious in comparison to some other yandere.

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Well, he is a very touch-starved man, so just showing him any sort of affection will make him crack in a second.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape?

It would be quite hard because of how well Sam had treated you and despite your cries, fights, etc., he still was there to comfort you and make you feel safe, or at least try to.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

In all honesty, it wouldn't take him that long, so probably half a year/6 months at maximum.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

It takes a lot to make him snap when it comes to you, but anyone that he doesn't know/doesn't know well is talking to you in any way, that would make him snap. Something that he wouldn't allow you to do is go out on your own, no matter how much you beg and plea.

[theoccoven]

⇢ Childhood Memories

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Viktor [Arcane] x Ace Azarolla | 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: Fluff, Drabble | 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 446 | 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨: None | 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None I don’t think. No Spoilers for Season 1 or 2.

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Younger Viktor and Ace’s dynamic and friendship!

𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: I love to insert my OCs into everything I love so have Ace if he was in the Arcane universe and childhood friends with Viktor.

“Viktor…” The older boy’s name came out of Ace’s mouth, muffled and whiney.

“One second…” The other muttered as he fiddled around with his tools.

Currently Viktor was trying to make Ace a pair of makeshift braces. Being in the Undercity made dental health hard but when the older of the two boys found out about the cuts on the inner part of his friend’s lips he had to try and do something for him.

It had been a good 30 minutes of Ace sitting still with Viktor fiddling in his mouth with tools and what he thought was some type of glue. To Ace’s relief Viktor pulled away with a soft hum. “Smile.” He said curtly, putting his stuff away. Ace gave a beaming smile and Viktor looked over his work with an approving nod.

“It looks good. This’ll help your teeth straighten out.” Ace pouted as he lightly touched the metal in his mouth with his tongue cringing at the metallic taste that spread in it. “I didn’t say it would taste good.” Viktor said almost teasing his friend who just whined before perking up.

“Oh! I have something for you!” He motioned for Viktor to stay in his place said man just giving him a little eyebrow raise as he watched him run off.

When he came back there was clearly something behind him but Viktor couldn’t figure out what. Ace’s earlier confidence and demeanor changed to a much more nervous one. He was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, fiddling with whatever was in his hand before handing it over with a shaky hand.

It was a cane.

A very makeshift cane to say. It was made of two pieces of wood, one being the handle and tightly secured together with a pink ribbon. It was scattered with sticker like things and some kind of furry textured fabric for what he assumed was comfort. As he looked at it he noticed some carving and the longer he stared he realized it was his name. It was a combination of lower cases and capitals and the ‘K’ in his name flipped to the side. When he looked at Ace he couldn’t help the very small smile on his face at the expecting look.

“Sorry I’m still learning….” He fidgeted a little more and Viktor nodding knowing that was true before patting his head and testing the cane out.

“Hm…seems stable enough. Good job.” He said simply and Ace knew that it meant he liked it. The younger boy smiled big, basically beaming, as he bounced on his toes and his eyes sparkled with joy.

This was one of the few good moments they had.

⇢ @theoccoven - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. [2024 - 2025]

⇢ Thank you for reading! Since you've made it this far please consider reblogging, commenting or leaving the Priestess an Offering! [Ko-fi]

⇢ 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @faywithlove, @armysantiny, @kpopadminnie, @iridescentxstars [If you want to be added to the taglist send in an ask!]

[theoccoven]

Noah, Giang and Ming definitely would celebrate Christmas in July, full out too

Which OC celebrates Christmas in July?

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 9 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, oral, fingering, edging, overstimulated reader, the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.8K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 9! The relationship between Elvis and reader is getting more complex by the day! We get to discover more about younger vampire!Elvis and his rendezvous. And getting to see how desperate he gets for reader...

I had to include events that happened in Germany at the Moulin Rouge because that story never fails to giggle like a little school girl🤭 If you're not familiar with that story, please look it up and divulge. For me, it made sense to include it because of how bad real-life Elvis and vampire!Elvis would be in that situation.

This is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

If you’d like to start reading from the beginning, start here. 🩸

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

You didn’t sleep all night and the fact there was a vampire under the same roof as you wasn’t helping. You tossed and turned all night but you knew he was listening, seeing if you were awake. The clock on the wall read eight o’clock in the morning and you grew angry. Angry your life wasn’t the same and you knew it wouldn’t go back to normal either. You couldn’t ignore Elvis and running away wasn’t going to solve your problems. 

You hear the front door open then slam closed and your curiosity gets the best of you. You decide to quietly open your door and peek your head out of the room and see what’s going on. The smell of breakfast food fills your nose and your tummy rumbles. 

“Please come out here darlin’,” Elvis beckons. 

You wince, you should have known better he’d hear your door open. You take a deep breath and smooth your hair down, ready to see what kind of Elvis you were going to face. A moody, brooding man or one that is patient and caring. 

You round the corner into the living room and see him sitting on the sofa, already dressed for the day. He's in his signature all-black with a suit jacket on and no shirt underneath. Damn him and his good looks. Maybe this would be easier if he wasn’t so gorgeous. You look around and carts of food with every breakfast food you could imagine was in here. Pancakes topped with sliced strawberries and crispy bacon. Omelets and waffles with glasses of orange juice and coffee. 

You look at him and don’t go to sit down right away, you’re so unsure of what to even do right now. 

He clears his throat and stands up awkwardly, “I uhh, didn’t know what you liked for breakfast so I ordered one of everything,” he says sheepishly. 

While it was a nice gesture, you were still upset with him. He hid a part of himself from you that could put you in real danger. It was going to take time to be okay with all of this. You had to grasp that you lived in a Supernatural world and you were out in the snack middle of it. 

“I’m not really hungry,” you grumble. He lets out a short sigh and looks at you patiently. 

“I know that’s a lie. Please, you need to eat,” he advises. 

You huff, feeling your tummy grumble again. You slowly make your way to one of the carts with food, never leaving eye contact with Elvis. The trust you once thought you had for him is very muddled and you’re not sure of how easily you can just act normal around him. 

Unrolling the napkin with utensils, you cut into the stack of pancakes and they taste decadent and fluffy. You take another bite and even though you’re used to his eyes on you, the information he spewed last night makes you feel anxious. 

“For the love of God can you let me eat in peace without staring at me like I’m some animal,” you snap at him. 

He doesn’t falter his gaze and looks at you amused. 

“I’m just making sure you’re taking care of yourself,” he says. 

You scoff, “I’ve been taking care of myself fine before you showed up so don’t worry about me,” you grumble.

A silence falls between you two as you continue to eat. He steps closer to you and you jump. He quickly stops in his tracks as he sees the slightest movement he makes is going to scare you for the time being. He puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Baby, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says with sorrow. 

“How the fuck do you expect me to believe that?! Not after everything you told me last night!” You bark. 

His face washed over with hurt then, it begins to furrow in anger 

“Well, I don’t know what you expect me to do! You wanted the truth, so I gave it to you. No matter how ugly it was!” He says frustrated, stepping closer to you. 

“Do you think it was easy for me to tell you all of that? Do you think I liked watching your face turn into disgust when I explained what I wanted to do to you? I felt like like the most repulsive monster and a pervert admitting the things I did and thought of. None of this is easy for me y/n.” He says darkly, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand to his chest.

His cool body temperature flowed through you and he places his other hand on your lower back. His eyes get softer, controlling the mood of the room as always.  

“I know I’m not good. I know that. But I am trying. I won’t lie to you anymore it hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” He confesses. You wiggle out of his grasp and sit down, trying not to give into his ways. 

You lose all appetite as you listen to him admit all of this. Your heart aches for him and you try to see where he’s coming from but it’s hard. This was all so new and being able to cope with something like the fact a supernatural being is real, was going to take some time to understand. 

“I get it,” you squeak out weakly, not wanting him to get angry with you. “But I have more questions,” you say quietly. 

“What else could you possibly-,” he says barking at you before you cut him off. 

“If you’re bothered by the fact that all of this is new to me, forget it,” you snap. 

He squeezes his eyes shut and brings his hand to his forehead, breathing deeply before speaking. 

“I’m sorry, what did you want to ask?” He says calmly. 

“Okay well… where do I begin? How long have you… been like this?” You prod. 

He sighs and slowly sits back down on the couch, trying not to scare you. 

“Germany, 1959. It was brutally cold that winter and I just about froze to death. I caught an upper respiratory infection and none of the medicine was working. I could barely breathe. I remember how much I struggled and I couldn’t sleep. I got worse every day to the point the doctors were going to give up on me.”

You don’t remember very much of his army days and this story comes to you as a complete shock. The pictures you had seen of him in uniform were happy and lively not this time of struggle. 

“That’s when one of the captains came to visit me late one night in the infirmary. God, he was always so mean and nasty to everyone I didn’t understand what he was doing there. I was delirious and could barely focus on his face. He asked me what I feared and I told him I was afraid of dying and that everyone would forget about me. That’s when I saw his eyes turn red. I thought I was hallucinating but I now know I wasn’t.” He continued. 

“He told me there could be a way he might be able to fix that. He said I’d have to change, but I’d be loved by everyone always and that I’d make it out alive from Germany. I was desperate and I’d do anything so I asked him what I had to do. He said he would bite me and I would in return need to bite him too. None of it made sense to me but I was desperate. I wanted to live and be loved by millions again. So I let him,” he admits. 

You sit there in shock and your heart feels bad for him. He was so young and made a huge decision on the brink of death. 

“I’m… god I’m so sorry, that’s awful,” you say, sorrow filling your voice. “What did it feel like?” 

“The bite? Oh God, it was the most excruciating thing I had ever experienced. Our fangs are so sharp and cut into you like a knife and once the venom spread...It felt like wildfire in every inch of my body. It was brutal,” he explains. 

You stare wide-eyed at him telling you all this, “Venom?” You ask concerned. 

“Yeah… there comes a point when we feed that makes us produce a venom. You have to feed on a person for a bit of time before it gets released from our fangs but for a human, it hurts like hell and that’s what starts the change. When I was turned, I was already so weak from being sick but the bite he took out of me nearly killed me. It was too much. He had to help me bite his wrist to complete the process.”

“I’ve never heard of something like this, it’s not like the normal vampires you hear about in stories,” you say sheepishly. 

He chuckles amused by your observations, “That’s because most of those stories are just that, stories. Only a few people know the truth.”

That sends a shiver down your spine. Now you were a part of those few people that knew vampires were real and Elvis Presley was part of that group. That he got taken advantage of in his weakest moments and his life would never be the same. 

“Then what happened? What did you feel like when you first changed?” You ask. 

He hums softly to himself and smirks, “Absolutely ravenous. I didn’t see the captain after he bit me so he literally left me on my own to figure all this out. I woke up and never saw the world in such perfect clarity. I could see people a mile away with crystal-clear vision and the rest of my senses heightened to an exponential level. But I’ve never been so hungry before in my life. I thought it was because I was so sick and hadn’t been eating, but as I started to eat any food I could find, that’s when I realized it wasn’t food I craved. It was blood. I heard people’s hearts beat and I was drawn to it and knew that’s what I needed. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time and saw a monster looking back at me.”

“That’s when it truly hit me. I practically sold my soul to the devil and will always be this. A starved, lonely creature that’s frozen in time. Sucking the blood from innocent people to try to survive. Destined to be damned.” He says defeated. 

“Oh, Elvis. That’s awful, having to figure all of that out on your own… I couldn’t imagine. But you- you’ve changed. What do you mean you’re frozen in time?” You ask confused, remembering pictures of how he changed from 1960 to 1969 and even now with how he looks sitting in front of you. 

“I didn’t figure it out til a couple of years later but I learned how to alter my appearance. Vampires can morph into slightly different versions of themselves. Make myself have more hair or something, anything to make myself more alluring to get more people close to me. But underneath all of this is a facade, I’m still twenty-four. Just stuck like that.” 

“That’s just… God that’s so freaky. Nothing is real,” you say. “Could you change to your twenty-four-year-old self if you wanted to?”

“Oh, you want a younger man in your life now hmm?” He teases you.

“That’s not what I mean-,” you say embarrassed.

He chuckles, liking how flushed you can get, “I’m just messing with you, I like to get you all riled up,” he quips.

“Yeah I’m aware you like to get my heart pounding,” you joke but quickly wish you could take it back. The room feels like it stopped as you mention something as tempting as your heart to a starving vampire. He looks away from you and smiles to himself and looks back at you with eagerness.

“Hmm, yes, I do love to do that. Like right now. That beautiful sound never fails to get me excited,” he says bluntly. You feel your cheeks redden and can’t look at him. You try to calm yourself down but fail and just makes your heart race more.

“But to answer your question, yes. I can make myself look like I’m twenty-four again if that’s what you want,” he says slyly. 

“Mmm…And you’ve been… feeding on humans ever since you were bit?” You ask uneasy, knowing how badly he is starved for your blood. 

“Hmm, yes. That’s the only thing we can eat to keep us strong. The first time I tasted blood, that’s when I knew I was going to have a control issue. I was on a fourteen-day leave from the army and a few of us went to Munich and then Paris. We went to the Moulin Rouge and I stole the chorus girls and brought them up to my room at the hotel we were staying at. One by one, I tasted blood for the first time. I was so in love with it. I wanted more and more and couldn’t get enough.”

“They were scared of me though when they saw what I was doing to their friends. I started to panic and frustratedly told them I wished they could forget I bit them and forgive me. And one by one, they did. I couldn’t believe it was a power I possessed. The way it was so easy to compel people to do things I wanted. The bites on their neck healed in a matter of minutes as long as I never put any venom into their bloodstream. I truly felt so powerful and unstoppable. I’d rather not tell you the other unspeakable things I did in that hotel room…” he trails off embarrassed. 

Your cheeks burn red in embarrassment too, not wanting to think too much in detail of what he did to those girls. But another question on that topic pops into your head and you’re hesitant to even ask it. 

“But you told me that you didn’t like to have sex once you were changed?” You ask flushed. 

He smirks at you, “Well I was twenty-four still and had a twenty-four-year-old mind with a brand new body. And uh, when I figured out I never got tired, well, of course I was screwing anything that would come my way,” he looks at you deviously. Your brain registers what he just said and you feel your cheeks blush even more than they already are. 

“You never get tired… from any activity?” You stutter. 

He hums amused, “Nope. Nothing does. Especially not from that,” he emphasizes, knowing what you’re insinuating. 

You have to look away from him, he’s too intense and feel him draw you into his magnetic gaze. 

“Oh…” you say.

“Mhmm, I’m sure you’d hate me keeping you up all night,” he insinuates. You feel like you could pass out from the tension he creates and hate that he has such a hold on you by the slightest thing he says.

He watches how you squirm at the thought of him doing the dirtiest things to you all night long and lets a comfortable silence pass before he starts to explain more to you. 

“As I got older, well not in the traditional sense but you know what I mean, I just was more focused on feeding. So I made intimacy a more self-indulgent experience where I just fed. When I first came here to Vegas in 1969, that year I uhh, went overboard on feeding and on sexual things,” he pauses chuckling to himself. 

“Mhmm, I see… You looked… ugh, you looked so damn good that year. I remember when you came here when the hotel was first opened. Everyone wanted a piece of ya,” you say cheekily.

“Everyone? Including yourself?” He teases.

Your cheeks continue to redden, hating how he can get you so flustered.

“Elvis please,” you chastise. You look up into his pleading eyes and you instantly regret it.

“Did you want me? Even back then?” He pushes.

You sigh, knowing that lying wasn’t an option when it came to him. “Yes. I wanted you even back then. What a crime,” you say sarcastically.

He laughs and smugly smiles at you.

“How unlucky of me to not meet you sooner and have gotten to… enjoy you longer,” he teases. “But maybe it wasn’t the best time to meet me. I was still figuring out who I was. Both in my career as an entertainer and as a vampire.”

“There’s a lot of vampires here so I got to learn more information about us. I got lore books and learned about the history of us. The captain that changed me, he’s here in Vegas running some club down the road. Weird how small the world is hmm? I’ve been shown how to stay inconspicuous and how to control myself around humans. These last few years, I’ve tried to make a change. Not be so overindulging in feeding or anything else… I was doing so well, til you showed up.”

He looks back up at you longingly. “And you’re the first human I’ve truly wanted to be intimate with in years. With you, it’s all so different. I can’t even begin to describe it. You make me feel so starved like I had just been bitten all over again when you walked through that door,” he grumbles. 

You don’t know what to say. What do you say to a vampire that craves you not only for your blood but for your body too? 

You nervously play with your shirt’s hem and look down, “I probably only understand an ounce of how you feel towards me but the way I want you scares me. I never thought I’d cheat and keep wanting to have you. It’s like a bad habit I can’t control,” you admit. 

You run your head in your hands and sigh, feeling tears start to form. He looks at you with empathy, wanting to somehow comfort you but restrains himself. 

He slowly gets up, walking carefully to you. 

“You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you hurt. It kills me. Tell me what I can do to make this better,” he pleads. 

You have no words. There’s not one thing he can do. 

Don’t get drafted into the army and get sick then get bitten by a vampire turning your life and mine into a complete mess, you think. 

“There’s nothing you can do Elvis. I just need time.” You admit. 

You wipe away the tears that have fallen and look back up at him, “do you ever miss being human?” You ask gently.

He contemplates for a moment and stays silent. “For a bit, yes. But maybe I was just born to be this for all of eternity.”

Everything in you wants to reach out and comfort him, but you’re unsure what restraint he has right now and don’t want to push it. 

“Why don’t you lay down. You didn’t sleep all night,” he says softly. 

You sigh frustratedly, knowing he’s right. You push past him and don’t say anything else, the hurt in his eyes radiates into your heart and makes it hurt. 

“Baby?” He quickly calls to you. You don’t turn around but stop at the doorway to the guest bedroom. 

“Hmm?”

“Please leave the door open, just so I know you’re okay,” he asks. 

You don’t want to say anything to that. You know he’ll check on you anyway and you enter the bedroom, leaving the door slightly cracked. 

*

The blanket of sleep comforted you the second your head hit the pillow. The next time you see the clock it’s eight in the evening. You stretched your limbs and let out a sigh. You did feel more rested and you can try to think about this whole situation more clearly. Making your way to the living room again, you thought Elvis would be on stage but he’s sitting at the piano, turning around once he hears you enter the room. 

“Hi baby, how did you sleep?” He says smoothly.

“Fine. Don’t you have a show tonight?” You ask slightly annoyed.

“Yes, but I canceled it. I was too worried about you.”

“I’m fine. And it’s not like I could go anywhere with the doorknob broken,” you grumble. 

“I had someone up here to fix it. You’re not stuck here if you don’t want to be. I’m sorry I broke it that was very dramatic of me,” he chuckles. 

You glance back to the door where a shiny new gold door knob is sitting. 

“What did you tell them about how it became broken?” You prod.

“I told them it fell off and they didn’t ask any questions,” he confesses amused. 

You still want to be by yourself and try not to be stuck in the same room as him for too long. You think a shower could help calm you and clear your head.

“Do you mind if I take a shower? I need to freshen up,” you say. 

“Sure honey, you can use my shower,” he says. 

You nod your head and make your way to his bedroom. You don’t think you can get over how lavish a lifestyle he lives. The amount of gold there is in this suite is astonishing. You close the door behind you and push the shower curtain aside to start the faucet. You wait for the hot water to come and take your clothes off.

The hot water rains down on your body and you sigh in contentment. You took your time in there, clearing your thoughts and trying to figure out what to do next. None of this was going to be easy. If you stayed with Elvis, he would have to learn a certain amount of control that you’re not sure he has. And if you left... you were almost certain Elvis would come and find you. The way he talked about needing you in the way he does is very intense. You understood he wasn’t human anymore and his needs and emotions were very different from a regular man’s. So many questions were spiraling out of control in your head and you knew you needed to slow down and take all this new information little by little. You decided to just stay just one more night here then figure out how you were going to get another place to stay and how to get your stuff from Daniel’s apartment.

You turn the shower off and reach for a towel, patting yourself dry before stepping out. Picking up the clothes you discarded, you see the blood spatter left on them from the night before. A flash image of Elvis’ fangs and blood-red eyes pop in your mind and you wince to get it away.

You wrap the towel around your body and reach for the doorknob. As you had thought, Elvis was waiting for you in his bedroom, his eyes attentive to your arrival. 

“I umm… Can I borrow some clothes, mine are a bit messy…” you say, not looking into his intense eyes.

He stands up quickly, “Oh, yes, of course,” he says going to his dresser, sifting through the drawers.

He finally turns around with a pair of his silk pajamas and hands them to you.

“Hope these will do,” he says softly.

You nod your head and go back into the bathroom and close the door. You button up the silky shirt and giggle to yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror. The shirt looks like a nightgown on you and there no point in putting on the pants if they’re were going to be ridiculously long.

You open the bathroom door again and walk out to see Elvis, his eyes drinking you in as he watches you come out in his pajamas and nothing else underneath. You hold out the pants to him and slowly make your way closer to him.

“Thank you. These were going to be a bit too big on me,” you say cheekily. He smiles at you and reaches to grab them from you, your fingertips brushing.

You can’t help but take a sharp breath when you feel his skin on yours. The rush of electricity burning through you and makes you want more. He can tell you are nervous about making contact with him. You don’t know what to say to him and this lurking awkward feel in the room makes you want to leave. You take one step away from him and he stops you.

“Baby, wait. Please don’t go yet. Tell me, tell me what I can do to make you trust me again,” he pleads.

“Elvis, it’s not that simple-,” you huff.

Elvis drops to his knees in front of you, tears welling in his eyes.

“Please, I want you to trust me again. I want to reach out and touch you and not have you recoil in horror from me,” he begs, wrapping his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against your stomach.

You can’t help but gasp feeling him on you again, his face so close to your body again with nothing else underneath this top.

Your hand finds his hair and pulls at it, making him look up at you.

“I know. I know you’re trying to be better,” you mumble.

“Yes baby I’m trying, I’m trying to be better for you. I want you. I want you here with me,” he begs, placing his head back on your stomach, and holding you tight.

You can feel yourself giving in. You rub your fingers through his hair again and he lets out a pleased sigh. You want to believe he can be good and have some control. He continues to hold you, scrunching up the material of the pajamas in his hands the more desperate he gets. 

“Please, please I need you. Don’t hate me,” he pleads, placing a kiss on your stomach. You inadvertently pull his hair tighter when he does this, the heat from his mouth leaving a stinging sensation on you.

"I don't hate you," you sigh.

He places another kiss, putting more pressure there.

A deep growl forms in his chest as he feels your response from him. He continues to give you long kisses, squeezing your hips ever so slightly. You feel yourself melting into his kisses, wanting nothing more than for him to take care of you. 

He pauses briefly to look up at you through lustful eyes and long fanning eyelashes. 

“Please, forgive me. Let me love you.” He professes, his calloused hands rubbing up your bare thighs. 

You feel your heart pound away in your chest, feeling his hands consume your flesh. 

Let him, let him please you.

“Honey, I-I shouldn’t,” you say weakly. 

“Please darlin’, I want you so much,” he places a soft kiss on your hip. “Please let me touch you,” he groans, his fingertips continuing to drive you crazy. Your breathing quickens the more he touches you and an airy moan slips from your mouth the longer he touches you.

His fingertips creep to the front of your body and slowly unbutton your pajamas. The cool air hits your body and gives you goosebumps all over. He pulls open the top and exposes your breasts to him, your nipples hardened by the cold air and the tense situation. He drunkenly looks at you, like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He carefully glides his hands up your torso to touch your breasts, giving them a slight squeeze. He sighs, looking up at your face of how much you like his touch. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So perfect, look at yourself,” he mumbles. His fingers play with your nipples, rolling them and pinching them, giving you the most delicious sensation throughout your body. You keep your moans as quiet as you can, trying to keep your composure. 

His hands then trail down your torso, peppering kisses there before pulling away. He sits back on his heels, giving your trembling body a good look over. His eyes get drawn to your pussy, looking like he’s starved for you. With one hand on your hip still, he takes his other hand and drags it over your mound. His thumb easily finds your clit and he runs it through your folds slowly, discovering how wet you already are. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so needy. I love it.” He says, biting his lip when he looks back up at you. 

This makes you breathless. It had only been a few days but you were starved for him too. His thumb focuses on your clit and your vision blurs. It feels so good to have his hands on you again and make you feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

He places more kisses on your stomach and down your thighs as he continues to touch you, making you wetter by the second for him. He suddenly lifts one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder. 

“I need a better look at ya honey,” he coos. 

Your heart can’t calm down by the way he’s looking at you on his knees. His index finger slowly rolls through your folds, picking up your wetness, and looking up at you longingly.

“Baby?” He coos.

“Y-yes?” You say in a breathy moan.

“Can I take care of you? I need to take care of this,” He asks in a breathy whine, rubbing this thumb firmer on your clit making you yelp.

You nod your head and he plunges his long finger into your wet heat. You both moan and the squelching sounds that come out of you are lewd. He’s only had his hands on you for a few moments and you’re completely at his mercy, dripping down his fingers and wanting more.

He pumps his finger in and out of you a few times and you can feel your body wanting to come apart on him. He removes his finger and places a kiss on your mound. You hiss and the sensation and pull at his hair. He quickly looks up at you, looking for your approval.

“Can I use my mouth, baby? I want to taste what’s mine,” he says deviously.

You might as well pass out because his words are making you a weak mess. You quickly nod your head and that’s all it takes for Elvis to do what he does best.

His tongue glides up your folds, lapping and sucking on your clit. Your core throbs with every stroke of his tongue and makes you both make salacious moans. Elvis sounds like he’s getting just as much pleasure out of this with the sounds he making too. God, you can’t get over how he makes you feel. His hand tightens on your hips and pulls you down more on his face, making you groan. That’s when you feel his tongue enter you and continuously tease at your hole.

“Fuck honey,” you moan. He hums to himself in delight, fucking you with his tongue.

Your hips rock into his face as your hands grasp onto his hair. You’ll never get over the euphoric feeling he gives you when his body is on yours. And now, you have him on his knees for you. This strong, immortal man wants nothing more than to feel you and make you pleased.

Begging.

Begging to make you feel good.

Begging to use that mouth that can do so many good and bad things.

You shiver with that thought and try to block it out. 

You look down at him once you feel his finger spread your folds open and he suckles on your clit. You just about push him off of you as it's all too much, too over-stimulating, but he’s got a firm enough grip on your hip to keep you still.

He briefly stops to look at you, slick covering his face, licking his bottom lip before speaking.

“Oh baby, tasting so good. Am I making you feel good?” He says almost drunkenly.

You can’t speak, your body feels so weak and all you can do is groan. You look down at him and his eyes are dark, but still a hue of blue in them. You try to push his head back but he doesn’t move.

“Honey I asked you a question,” he growls. You whimper in agony, wanting him to finish what he started.

“Baby, I need to hear you. Tell me you like getting fucked by my mouth,” he groans, patiently waiting. His voice and tone shoot a pulse through you and you crave him. More than ever.

His patience runs thin and he knows how to get an answer out of you. You feel two of his fingers plunge deep inside of your wet heat making you moan his name.

“Tell me, baby, how good do I make you feel?” He growls, curling and pumping his fingers inside you faster. You close your eyes, whimpering in agony. He pushes up on that spongey spot inside you and sends you flying. The feeling of his rings pushing up against your entrance makes your eyes roll back and moan louder.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, looking down at him with hunger in his eyes.

“You like that baby?” He growls, fucking you faster with his fingers. You can feel the coil inside you get tighter by the second and the need to come apart on him.

“Yes! Oh God, yes. You feel so good, keep fucking me with your mouth please,” you cry.

He slyly grins at you, watching how wet his fingers are getting thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck, that’s what I wanted to hear baby,” he groans deeply, putting his mouth back on your clit and licking and sucking at it.

His fingers don’t slow down and the sensation of them curling inside you and his perfect mouth working your clit, you feel yourself about to come apart any second now. But he knows how to work you. Plays with you like you’re his favorite instrument. He can feel your walls begin to flutter and starts to slow down, edging you, taking his mouth off of you. You whine, wanting him to give you a mind-blowing orgasm.

But he’s patient in the game he makes. He twists his fingers slowly in and out of you, watching how your head gets thrown back when he reaches that spot inside you that makes you moan his name. You pant, barely able to catch your breath, and hear him moan once more when he puts his mouth on your clit. You keep rocking your hips into his face, liking to hear the suckling sounds his mouth makes when he’s eating you. You hear your heart pound away in your chest and know this must be killing Elvis.

You look down at him drunkenly there on the floor and your eyes shoot open when you process what he’s doing. You watch as his other ring-clad hand works his cock, moving in the tempo of how he’s fucking you with his fingers. The tip of him is red and dripping with precum, pulling his foreskin back and having his thumb rub his head. He groans deeply the more he uses his mouth and the more he jerks himself off. You can’t help but cuss, watching him do this to himself while he pleasures you makes you desperate for him. 

“Fuck, oh my God,” you cry out. Those intense eyes look up from eating you and grins.

He takes his mouth off of you and watches how your eyes are drawn to his length.

“I’m sorry baby I can’t help it. Look what you do to me. Makin’ me want to fuck you so bad,” he groans.

“Oh god yesss,” you whimper. You grind into his fingers, so overstimulated by it all and want to come apart already. “Please baby, make me come. I-I-I’m so c-close,” you gasp.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my tongue,” he commands. You cry out, closing your eyes shut as he fucks his fingers inside you faster and his mouth is back on your swollen clit.

You can’t hold back anymore and feel your walls squeeze his fingers tightly and you moan loudly. He groans when he feels you, looking up to see your face, washed over with ecstasy and calling out his name. He quickly pulls his finger out of you and replaces them with his mouth, lapping up the arousal that is seeping out of you and onto his eager tongue.

“Oh baby, you’re killing me. You’re going to make me cum too,” he groans, lapping at your folds and moving his hand faster on his cock. You can’t take it anymore, your body feels like a weak noodle and his tongue is driving you crazy. 

“Elvis, please, I-I can’t anymore,” you beg, trying to push his head away from you.

“Come again, baby. I know you can,” he teases, putting his mouth back on you.

He’s right because once you feel his mouth go back to work, the coil inside your belly is ready to snap. He uses his mouth like his life depends on it. Like he is starved for you, and now you know that has some truth to it.

You feel your core throb again and pulsate around his tongue. You feel so breathless and dizzy from it all. He groans when he’s inside you, feeling you squirm away from him.

He stops and takes your leg off of his shoulder, looking positively ravenous.

“Get on your knees. Please,” he growls.

Your heart gallops out of control and do as you’re told, dropping down to your knees. He stands up and puts his hand on top of your head, grabbing a fist full of hair and making you look up at him. You watch as he rubs himself and bites his lip looking down at you.

“Let me cum in that pretty mouth baby,” he pleads. You nod your head and he puts his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He only thrusts inside you a few times before he releases his load and fills your mouth. You gag on him, not used to his length and with how much is coming out of him. He groans and pulls at your hair to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Fuck, such a good girl baby. Taking my cock down your throat so easily,” he groans, his eyes dark and full of hunger. Your eyes roll back at his words and feel like you’re going to combust. You moan with him inside you, waiting for him to finish. You move your tongue along the underside of him and he lets out an ear-shattering moan, causing arousal to come seeping out of you. 

He quickly pulls out of you and groans deeply, moving to his knees again and squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m sorry baby, I lost control there for a second,” he says ashamed, looking down to cover his dark eyes.

“You’re fine honey, I liked every second of it. Even if it was killing me,” you quip trying to calm yourself down.

“Yeah, I liked it a bit too much watching you writhe for me,” he says opening his eyes to look at you with mischief. His hand moves down to your sopping wet folds and you jump at the sensation. He watches your reaction carefully, applying more pressure to your folds.

He tsks at you, “Oh baby, looks how swollen and sensitive you are. I guess you can’t take anymore?” He asks.

You shake your head at him, trying to push his fingers away. “Please honey, I need a second,” you pant. You hold onto his hand and feel how wet his fingers are along with his rings. He looks at his hand too and slyly grins.

He twists off his black sapphire ring from his ring finger and looks up at you.

“Well I want to be inside you so, I guess this will have to do since I’m going to have to wait for a bit.” He says. You look at him confused and feel him insert the ring inside you. You cry out for him, not expecting him to do this.

“You let me know when you’re ready for me to take it out,” he coos, placing a kiss on your lips and sighing when he makes contact with you.

You stay breathless, shocked that he has such audacity to play with you like this.

“I’m going to make you pay for this,” you huff, your sensitive core throbbing.

“That’s the plan baby,” he says smugly.

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meet dove ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

from a young age, dove has always been drawn to the supernatural, communicating with the ghosts in her small town. she was known as a very strange child, always speaking to flickering lights and whispering into nothing. orphaned and raised by a powerful medium, she learned to communicate with the dead and unravel their stories.

one night, while dove was gathering research information, she came across the grim reaper..only she wasn't meant to see him. for the first time in her life, she felt a glimpse of emotion in her heart, leading to an unconventional marriage between the two.

now she dedicates her life to being a ghost historian. she studies the lives and deaths of spirits, documenting their tales and uncovering lost histories.

her cunning nature allows her to navigate the thin line between the living and the dead, while her macabre trait draws her to the darker aspects of existence.

unbeknownst to her, she is chased by death, doomed to meet her end at the hands of the only person she loves. as she seeks to uncover the mysteries of life and death, she walks a delicate line between the living and the dead, unaware of the fate that awaits her.

will the little dove's time run out? ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

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hi! welcome to my blog!!! my art tag is “ghoulish art” if you wish to scroll through :)

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hi, so my name is [Sam], i guess this is my first proper introduction so wooo 🎉 •_• I go by he/him, have phil lester black hair and dan howell brown eyes. im an artist, play a lot of video games, and apparently have a dan and phil porn addiction? im the stereotypical emo kid, and I reblog way too much and probably should have made a separate blog for art/actual account but its too late now =x

(main acc is @samissleeping though its mainly just reblogs unrelated to dnp, and i also have a bluesky @/ghoulish-art)

My Blog Focuses On: Dan & Phil, my art, and maybe a little bit of other things

Things About my Blog: I post mainly my art (mostly Dan and Phil) and reblog mostly things in the Phandom. I do take art requests for Dan and Phil in my asks, but no guarantee that I will respond to it right away, but I will try to be AFAP =]

My Current Interests Are: Dan & Phil, My Chemical Romance, IT, urban exploration, graffiti

My Side Interests Are: Good Omens, Supernatural, Stanger Things, One Direction, Five Nights At Freddy’s, Voltron, Hockey (ik, contradictory to my entire personality)

Favourite Shows/Films: American Horror Story, Scream, Good Omens, IT, Stranger Things, Suicide Room, and god damnit i can’t believe i have to actually add this on here…. saltburn.., Dexter

My Favourite Music Artists Are: Muse, My Chemical Romance, BrokeNCYDE, Ghost, Badflower

Favourite Song Right Now: Propaganda by Muse

Games I Play: Dead By Daylight, Stardew Valley, Baldur’s Gate 3, Resident Evil

I Am Often Found: Listening to music, watching Dan and Phil/Youtube, drawing, or reading fanfiction

My Animals: 2 Cats, Aziraphale and Varen <3

My Favourite Colour: 🖤Black

Favourite Word/Phrase Right Now: eugh brother eugh (thanks phil.)

My Top 3 Albums:

1. Showbiz by Muse + Hullabaloo Soundtrack by Muse

2. Resistance by Muse

3. Origin of Symmetry by Muse + Blackholes & Revelations by Muse

If you cared enough to read this about me, thanks!!! =D Means a lot, and heres a gif for your troubles -.-