#And DEFINITELY Severen

[msookyspooky]

Stu is definitely the guy to rock the ferris wheel cart with a grin on his face when your stopped at the tippy top and Billy is hanging on for dear life yelling at him and 100% gonna beat his ass as soon as their off the ride.

[paparoach]

Ok for tomorrow do I watch Near Dark first or should I try to write.

[thesavageone]

OK hear me out. Every time i hear this song I literally can only think of Severen. So now my brain has made the association I'm like... this is the sexiest song imaginable.

"I'm livin fast and dangerously// and I've got plenty of company.

When the moon comes up and the sun goes down // that's when I wanna see the lights of town"

[nightmarecountry]

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

"--don't insult me, boy. My teeth are sharper than yours."

[stankycowboy]

Jesse and Severen absolutely participated in medicine shows. Couple’a con artists.

Severen: my arm’s broke!

Jesse: here son, drink this tonic.

Severen: Lord, it’s good as new!

They then proceed to drug and harvest the audience.

[tragantia]

I've been thinking about the 2nd part to my 'Severen during your period' headcanons, aaand the gremlin man himself has taken possession of my mind and won't leave me alone until I write this. Will I succeed at purging Severen from my system? I don't think so.

Also, I know people normally post warnings and stuff, but Severen is his own warning imo.

Severen Van Sickle – NSFW headcanons

As a bi woman, I have the authoritas to say: yes, he´s a bi king. Big bi energy. Doesn´t actually care about what's what, if he likes it, he's gonna get it. Does it have a penis? Great. A vagina? Cute. Both? Fangggtastic. Count him in, darlin'.

That being said, he loves tits. Could spend hours biting, licking, sucking. Play with his too, he likes it and can cum just from that if you're good.

In the same line as Lestat during TVL, I do think in the past he would have found men to be more appealing than women, simply because he would have had more of a common ground with them, and would have found them more interesting. He would still have had sex with women and gone to brothels regularly. But a real emotional and sexual connection? It would have taken a really unusual lady to achieve that.

Which brings me to... Being from the Wild West, he most likely lost his virginity in a brothel, or at least with a prostitute. Unless you count those times when he was still on his early teens and he and another guy would play with each other, almost innocently, trying to see what's what and how it feels, but knowing very well they can't get caught.

He's got a nice dick, not massive but long and thick. Definitely knows how to use it. Has nice big balls too, loves it if you play with them, he himself will caress them if you're giving him head.

He's hairy, it's sexy, and he knows it. Doesn't wash himself much, he likes his natural smell, and likes to smell himself on his partners as a way of showing ownership. He prefers his partners soft and freshly shaved – may even shave you himself and then eat you out.

He knows what he's doing. He's a pro. Even before being turned, he was nothing but an hedonist, and pretty much lived to do risky shit, drink, gamble and fuck. He's easy to sleep with, but difficult to keep. He can fuck you so hard and good that you'll cry, both from pain and pleasure.

He has no shame. I can think of very few things he wouldn't do when it comes to sex, and even then he may try them once to see what it's like. Also he has like, 1000 kinks. I think if he likes you, everything has the potential of becoming a kink. Pretty feet? He's suddenly into feet.

Also really into dirty talking: if he's so crude on a regular basis, you can imagine the kind of filth that comes out of his mouth in the bedroom. Also LOUD.

BLOOD KINK. I don't think I need to explain. He loves to bite his partners, but this leads to them turning... so he is sure to kill all of them afterwards. The other ones have susprised him in more than one occasion naked and completely covered in blood after his last date got out of hand – again.

If he's turned you, this escalates to a whole new level. He's constantly biting you and drinking from you, even when you're not having sex. He loves it too much, and it makes him feel close to you. It's also a sign of ownership – no one else can bite you like he does. So, sadistic: pain is pleasure.

Also a masochist. If you drink from him, get ready for the most pornographic moan you've ever heard – he's gonna cum hard.

PERIOD KINK. Again, no comments needed, but how can he resist when he catches the sweet smell coming from your pussy? Smells like delicious Christmas dinner to him.

He's a dom through and through. He likes to chase, flirt and seduce, and once he's got you trapped between his body and the mattress (or in the nearest surface) he's gonna let you know who's calling the shots.

Saying this, he does have a very playful side, and you could easily seduce him into letting you do all sorts of naughty things to him. If it feels good and it's depraved, he's all for it.

He will be his asshole self and taint you, mock you and bully you through the entire thing though. It's part of his charm. If you manage to shut him up and make him a moaning mess, he would find it sooo hot.

Will fuck you everywhere and anywhere. If there's an itch to scratch, there's a way.

If you don't have a penis, he may let you use a strap on him. Plus points if he rides you making cowboy noises. You know he would make yeehaw noises during sex. C'mon. You ride him? Yee. He rides you? Haw. 100% would refer to himself as a bronco, and to his partner as a mare etc as if already seen in other fics.

He's very dominant, but I think he has the ability of being very silly during sex and still make it really fucking hot. He would make you laugh and two seconds later you're crying and screaming from how hard he's ruining you. The only time when he'll be completely serious is if he's hate-fucking you or marking territory. Also, spanking? Yes, please?

Why can I see him fucking with his sunglasses on?

Loves to eat you out: he eats pussy, dick and ass like a boss. It's not just how experienced he is, he genuinely likes it so much he's simply really good. The way he moves his mouth and tongue is absolutely sinful. 69? Say no more.

Adores it when you give him head. Easily his favourite thing alongside with drinking blood. He will let you get comfortable and then grab your head and face-fuck you. Will take his dick out and slap your face with it, then spit on you, calling you names and making you carry on. Please swallow his cum and kiss him, he loves to taste himself in your mouth.

Filthy. Loves cum swapping. Will make you squirt if you can, then cum inside you, then lick it all up as he eats you out, moaning like the sex crazed maniac that he is. Loves to cum all over you, and doesn't like it when you wipe it off.

A bit of a breeding kink, even if he's unable to get you pregnant. Loves to cum deep inside you and tell you how he's filling you up, how good your pussy or asshole is milking him, what a good girl/boy you are for him.

Won't. Leave you. Alone. Always trying to rile you up for another round. If he's not having sex, he's thinking about it most of the time (like that Buffy episode when she reads Xander's mind lol).

Unashamedly likes porn. He's mostly into dark BDSM material, the kind of thing that was hard to come across in the 80s. Still, if one day you're in a city with an adult cinema, he's dragging you in and you end up giving each other a handjob as you watch the film. He loves it if you're shy about it, he's gonna ruin that innocence.

Exhibitionist. He loves people to see him having sex. He's good and he's hot, he likes to put on a good show. He would also like to take pictures and make short films with you if you're up for it. He once took a video of his partner jerking him off from behind until he came all over his chest and balls, he genuinely thinks it's the hottest thing ever and would soooo post it online if he could.

I think he had a threesome with the pick-up truck ladies before killing them. So yeah, into threesomes and orgies, and will love giving orders to his partners and having them horny for him, answering to whatever he wants them to do. It's all about the power dynamics. Very territorial with his partner if he has one, though. Won't like anyone else to touch them.

But, nothing beats the blood. Vampires are of course sexual creatures, but Severen legit gets hard every single time he feeds.

Loves to watch you being aggressive and brutal. If he watches you feed, get ready because he's gonna show you just how much he's enjoyed the show.

Very touchy and cuddly. If there is an emotional connection, he will pull you to his chest and cuddle you as he smokes until you fall asleep. Can get very soft after sex, but ooonly if he has a partner. If that's not the case, it's feeding time.

He's basically terrible and so much fun. Would be the best sex in your life – if you survive, of course.

I need Holy Water after this. Was this too long? It probably was too long. Now I'm gonna go and cry myself to sleep because I can't have him in this life 😌

[i-arch-my-backula]

Male reader making slashers realize they're queer

Because it's pride month and also because I've come across a lot of undisclosed fem reader stuff I decided to write this. The reader isn't specifically cis but they are seen as a man. I know Adam isn't a slasher but I've got Saw on the brain.

Includes: RZ Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Martin Mathias, Severen, Adam Faulkner and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Slashers checking out reader, flirting, internalized homophobia on slashers part, reader wears "revealing" clothes (tank tops, shorts, being shirtless), vague descriptions of readers body, stalking kind of, mention of drinking blood in Martins bit

RZ Michael Myers

Michael noticed you moved into the same neighborhood as the Myers house. He finally saw you one hot summer day when you were outside doing yard work. You're wearing cut off jean shorts and a tight tank top. Michael questioned why you would wear something like this as a man.

But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed watching you work. Michael never explicitly knew anything about sexuality. He just knew if you weren't dating someone of the opposite gender, you'd be ostracized. But he couldn't help tilting his head as you wiped away sweat on your forehead while you mowed your lawn.

Michael felt the voice in his head telling him to attack you quiet down as a funny feeling bloomed in his stomach. He felt this way before when he saw something that excited him. But why would a man excite him like this? Michael went through any explanation he could in his mind while he watched you finish up your mowing. But eventually he realized, he might be attracted to you.

He momentarily thought about what other people would say, when he remembers he doesn't care. Watching you work out in your yard made him feel funny, and pushed away the voice in his head telling him to kill. He's felt this way before. But it was brief and usually only happened with women. You went back inside after you were done and Michael made a mental note of where your house is. He's most definitely going to be visiting you later Y/N.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was delighted to learn he'd be getting a new grocery boy. Malcolm was annoying and that was before he stole Greta away from him. Now that he's hired a new grocery boy he's been anxious to meet you. The day finally came and he rushed in the walls to the door to meet you.

You entered the house and looked around, groceries in hand. You'd been told no one was home today so you made your way into the kitchen. Brahms follows you and he can't help but admire you. He's gone without seeing anyone for awhile and now seeing you is making him feel funny, like the way he did with Greta.

You set down the groceries in the kitchen and start to unpack them. Brahms watches as that funny feeling only grows. He's only felt this way about women before. He can't feel this way about a man right? His parents would have told him if he could. He puts a hand on his stomach to try and stop the feeling as you keep moving around the kitchen.

Brahms guesses boys can like other boys. He's never though about that before however. Maybe it's just the fact that he's been alone for so long that's making him feel this way. Maybe he just needs a better look at you. Brahms knocks gently on the wall and you turn your head to look over. He knocks again and you walk over to the wall.

Now that you're closer, Brahms funny feeling grows very strong. Could he really like other boys? He looks at your beautiful eyes and wonders what your lips would feel like if he were to kiss you. He watches as you walk away from the wall and you finish putting away the groceries. Maybe he could get you to stay and watch the doll for a few days, or forever.

Martin Mathias

Martin is making another grocery delivery. He knocks on your door and you open it, not wearing a shirt. You give him a smile and he smiles back shyly, looking back down at your shirtless chest.

"Oh you must be here to deliver my groceries. I'm Y/n. Your name is Martin right?" You ask. Martin nods, "Well come in. My wallet's in the kitchen." You walk away and he follows you, shutting the door behind him. He feels weird after seeing you shirtless. His eyes have always lingered on shirtless men and barely clothed men whenever he saw them. He follows you into the kitchen and sets down your groceries, looking back down at your chest again.

"Do you live alone Y/N? Or do you have a girlfriend?" He asks as you pull out your wallet.

"Oh no I live alone. If we're being honest, women don't interest me too much." Martin tries to understand what you mean by that as you hand him some money.

"Why are you shirtless?" He asks, resisting the urge to reach out and touch your stomach.

"Oh well I was just working on building some furniture upstairs. I could actually use some help on building it if you wouldn't mind." Martin pockets the money and shakes his head.

"I don't mind." You smile again and pat his shoulder, that weird feeling returning. It's like the feeling he gets when he sees a pretty woman passing by, but this time he doesn't want to drink your blood. He follows you upstairs and looks into your rooms before entering one with a half built bookcase.

"So I need someone to hold this down while I screw the back in." You explain, showing Martin what to do. He follows your instructions and holds it down while you screw it in. But the entire time he's just watching you. He's heard the term 'homosexual' be used in the past to describe men who love other men. Martin never considered himself to be a homosexual. But now looking at you, he might be one after all.

Severen

Severen leaves his room as it fully turns into night. The moon's high up in the sky and the soft yellow lights outside of the motel rooms shines down on him. He lights up a cigarette and starts to walk. He doesn't need to feed just yet, so picking up a pretty girl is the next best bet. He turns a corner and notices you standing in front of a vending machine.

Something comes over him in those first few moments he sees you. Despite being alive for a hundred and something years he's still denying the weird feeling he gets around certain men. Maybe it's the fact that he's full from his last feed, or some random courage, but he puts his cigarette between his lips and makes his way over to you.

"What's a young man like you doing at a motel like this?" He asks, looking you up and down. You turn your attention to him and smile.

"Well this young man is taking a road trip on a budget and this is the best motel he could find," You turn your attention back to the vending machine, "I didn't know it came with attractive men too." You whisper to yourself, pressing a button. Severen's smile grows wider and he takes a long drag from his cigarette.

"Hell I'm on a road trip too sweet thing. I never knew there would be such pretty boys here too. Now how about we go back to my room and play some cards." His smile grows smug as he taps off the ash from his cigarette. You hear the can of soda fall and you pick it up, turning your attention back to him.

"Well this 'pretty boy' was hoping to go out tonight. I never expected to have company but if you wanna come with me I heard of a great bar near here, the kind of the stone wall variety," You crack open your can and take a sip. Severen's smile only grows when he hears the mention of a bar.

"I'll take you up on that sugar. I'd like to buy you a nice drink tonight." This time your smile grows.

"I'm in room 22. How about you meet me there in half an hour. What's your name handsome?" You ask, taking another sip from your can.

"I'm Severen. I'm also very pleased to meet you."

"Well I'm Y/n. I'll see you in half an hour Severen." You turn around and head back to your room. He can't deny it any longer, he's definitely bisexual.

Adam Faulkner

Adam knocks on your apartment door. He's spoken to you over the phone about hiring him to take pictures of your work for a portfolio. He looks around the hallway, soaking in how much nicer this place is than his apartment. You open the door and greet him with a smile.

He immediately notices how attractive you look, then he notices your choice of shorts and shirt, both covered in fake blood, something peeling up and other unidentifiable stains.

"Oh you must be Adam. Please come in, come in. I'm working on something right now but I've got some other stuff ready for you to shoot." He nods his head and enters your apartment, which is much nicer than his, as he expected. He looks over at your living room and sees a white sheet hug up for a back drop and lots of Styrofoam heads, each with a different special effects makeup look.

"Your place is really nice," He says, looking over at you as you walk into the kitchen. He follows you and finds you in the middle of working on another Styrofoam head. This one has a rotting, zombies face on it, "You're really good at this stuff." He says, trying to distract himself from how hot you look. Adam know's he's not gay, he can't be gay. You smile and pick up a brush.

"Oh thank you. I've been doing this since I was a teenager. I need to update my portfolio and you're affordable and a great photographer. I just need to finish up this one look and we can get started." You say, putting some color on the brush and applying it on the mask.

"Yeah that sounds great. Do you have any roommates or anything I should be aware of?" He asks, more interested in if you're dating someone than anything else. He's telling himself it's just curiosity, it's not like he's gay or anything. You shake your head.

"I live alone, but I am looking for a roommate, ever since my partner and I broke up," You tell him, setting down your brush. Adam feels better when he hears you're single, but not because he wants to date you or anything, "Alright let's get started." You say, picking up the head and walking into your living room. Adam follows behind you and tries not to stare too low.

You set up the first head and look back over at him. Adam is setting up his camera on it's stand, trying to ignore his sweaty hands. But when he looks back at you adjusting the head, he can't deny it anymore. He finds a man hot as hell.

Bo Sinclair

Lester told him about someone coming into town. His exact words were "Not to be a prude or anything, but he's showing a little too much skin." Bo laughed it off and waited for you at the gas station. But when you walk in it takes Bo some effort to not laugh too loud. Your tank top and cut off denim shorts reminds him of when he was a teenager. But it also gives him another thought, one he quickly pushes away.

"Howdy, what do ya need?" He asks. You walk up to the counter and give him a warm smile.

"You'll have to forgive me I'm not any good with cars but the man who drove me here said my car is low on oil and I needed to buy some." Bo nods his head and looks you up and down.

"When was the last time you changed your oil?" Your eyes widen and you press your lips tightly together.

"You're supposed to change your car's oil? Well shit I've been driving it for about a year now. Is that bad?" Bo smiles smugly as those thoughts return, and he tries to think about why these thoughts keep happening. Just because he thinks you're a little hot and stupid doesn't mean he's gay.

"Well I'll tell you what. We can go pick up your car in my tow truck and bring it back here to fix it up. Are you here with anyone else? I don't wanna keep your girlfriend waiting or anything." Your smile returns and you shake your head.

"Oh no I'm alone. I don't have a partner to come with me on these road trips." Your language tips Bo off and he quickly decides what he should do with you. He feels around his pocket, pretending to look for something.

"Shoot you know what? I forgot my keys up at my house. Why don't you come with me real quick to go get them sugar." You chuckle and nod your head.

"I've got plenty of time sir you don't need to worry." As he's walking around the counter at the gas station it finally hits him that maybe he really is gay.

"I promise you've got nothing to worry about darlin' and please, call me Bo."

[venus-haze]

Rebel Yell (Severen x Reader)

Summary: The clan splits up for the night, and Severen gets in an easy, early kill before booking it back to the motel room. Small towns look the same after a while, and this one is nothing short of dead, even without a group of ruthless vampires stalking the streets for prey. It isn’t until you show up at the motel room door, pretty, helpless, and soaking wet from the rain, desperate for a place to stay, that the night finally gets interesting.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Near Dark has really vague rules when it comes to vampires, so I took some (gross) creative liberties on how sex would work. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Violence, technically major character death. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent and bloodplay (a lot of it. He’s a vampire). Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Severen slumped into the lone armchair in the motel room, its tropical theme sorely out of place in the middle of Oklahoma. Hundreds of miles of fields and nothing worth looking at. He preferred the desert, brutal and hostile at night yet equally so in the daytime. He envied that type of power. Wanted to be the devil that appeared to saints in their isolation. Lead them into temptation and shed their blood. Despite having eternity, his own hours of operation were woefully limited. 

The clock on the wall opposite him read 11:39. Fuck. The night had barely started, and he’d already fed. Jesse had warned them to only take one person each. It was a small town. Not long before the residents notice half a dozen people dead or missing. As Severen found after feeding on the first easy target he came across, there wasn’t shit else to do. Plenty of time to kill before the others got back. Dejectedly, he looked at the stack of girly magazines Mae swiped from a truck stop a few hundred miles back, somewhere in Alabama–or maybe it was Arkansas. He never paid much attention to that kind of thing. Cosmopolitan’s cover screamed ‘STEP UP THE SPICE! 5 WAYS TO KEEP YOUR MAN ON HIS TOES AND IN BETWEEN YOUR SHEETS.’ He sucked on his teeth as he grabbed the magazine.

Page 37. Ladies, have you ever felt like—blah, blah, blah—number one, wear lingerie. No shit. Number two, initiate sex instead of leaving it up to him. He frowned. People couldn’t be so stupid they needed common sense stuff spelled out for them. 

Unfortunately, he’d left his preferred reading material behind in a motel room a few states ago. It was a lucky find in the first place. Small towns typically didn’t carry that type of thing, even at rest stops. He liked the hardcore stuff that was still kinda amateur. Photos that looked like they were taken in someone’s actual basement instead of on a set. 

He threw Cosmopolitan to the side in a huff. The magazine slid to the edge of the table. He looked at the covers of the other ones. Nothing that piqued his interest. 

He stared at the ceiling, brown patches from water stains over the years. A spot near the opposite side of the room dripped water every few seconds. Thunder rumbled. Lightning crashed. Oh yeah, it was raining. Not many people were out that night because of it. He should’ve waited. Broken into someone’s home and had some real fun. He was always impulsive, especially when he was bored and restless. Jesse called him stir-crazy. He certainly felt that way, his knee bouncing from his pent-up energy.

Muffled below the claps of thunder, there was a steady knock at the door—rapid, desperate. Severen grinned. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a bust after all. 

He stood up, wasting no time in making his way over to the door. A voice on the other side was nearly drowned out by the thunder and knocking.

“Hello? Is anyone awake?” 

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he opened the door. Definitely not you, drenched and shivering. Probably had no idea your top had become see-through from the rain. You were pretty, but damn, you looked pitiful. It took everything in him not to pounce. He had to play it smart, drag things out so as to not find himself in the same predicament as less than a minute prior.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I haven’t seen anyone in the front office, and this was the only room with the lights on this late—“

“Come on in, darlin’,” he said, moving to the side to allow you entry. 

“Thanks a lot. I’ll check the office again in a few minutes.”

He didn’t respond, tongue darting out from between his lips. Your natural scent mixed with the fresh rain water nearly had him drooling. The view of your bra through your wet shirt didn’t help any. 

“Got a towel?” you asked, folding your arms around yourself in an attempt to stay warm.

“Sure, you make yourself comfortable.”

He motioned to the seat he’d just been moping in before disappearing into the bathroom. Gave himself a once-over in the mirror as he grabbed a towel. Ran a hand through his messy hair. Good enough considering you looked like someone pushed you into a swimming pool. 

“Severen,” he said when he handed you the towel. “Christ, you’re soaked.”

You smiled, answering with your own name. As if he’d remember it. As if you’d survive the night to ever tell anyone else. It didn’t matter. You felt comfortable around him. He sure hit the jackpot with you coming along. The universe threw him a bone for once. Stupid, soaked, and way too trusting of strangers in the night.

He grabbed one of the chairs next to the small table in the room and pulled it over. The towel was already damp from you trying to wring out your clothes with it. You were so absorbed in drying off that you didn’t notice how close he was sitting. He couldn’t help himself.

“You’re real brave, knockin’ on a stranger’s door in the middle ‘a the night. For all you know, I could be some psycho killer.”

You giggled nervously, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. “Guess I’ll find out.”

“Hey, I’m just messin’,” he said. “Where ya headed to?”

“Arizona. I’m gonna go to the Painted Desert.”

Gonna. You’re not gonna do shit. “Why? Does it need a fresh coat?”

You laughed, conversation flowing easily for the next few minutes. He noticed how you relaxed in the chair the longer the two of you spoke. Good. He wanted you to feel comfortable. Trust him. Not expect a goddamn thing.

“I should check the front office again. I’ll be right back.”

“What’s the rush? I mean–”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, looking at the seat. A giant wet spot had soaked into the fabric from your clothes. “Shit, Severen. I’m sorry.”

He waved you off. “Throw another towel over it.”

You rushed into the bathroom. He tilted his chair back just enough to get a look at you. Wet clothes still clung to your body. You bent over as you smoothed out the fresh towel over the armchair. The waistband of your panties peaked out from your jeans.

“Wish me luck,” you said as you headed out.

He smiled in return, which fell as soon as you turned your back. The door shut. Shit. Why did he let you leave? More than that, how did he get so distracted staring at you that you were able to get one over on him? He almost considered going out there to follow you. He shook his head at himself. No need. You were nice. You wouldn’t check-in and not tell him, forget to thank him for taking you in for a few minutes.

Even if you did get your own room, all wouldn’t be lost. He could insist on helping you bring your bags over and then pounce. Probably work out better than making a mess in a room he had to share with everyone else. Either way, he had you. 

He settled back into the chair, arms folded behind his head as he waited for your inevitable return. A grin spread across his face when there was a knock at the door a few minutes later.

“Hey Severen, it’s me!” you called from outside.

“It’s open!” he shouted.  “Any luck?”

“Still nothing,” you sighed, closing the door behind you. “I might see if there’s another place up the road—“

“Darlin’, there ain’t shit for miles,” he said. “What’re you gonna do, sleep in your car?”

The sincerity in your smile should’ve made him feel bad. Instead, he felt restless. You were back to swimming cageless with the sharks. One drop of blood and it was all over. He wasn’t letting this go to waste.

You sat back down in the soggy armchair, rubbing your hands over your arms. He noticed you starting to shake a bit, teeth chattering.

“Cold?” he asked. “I can turn the heat up, but it’ll cost ya.”

You laughed. The carefree sound filled the room for the very last time. You had no idea. 

“What? You think I’m just gonna let you stay here outta the kindness of my heart?” 

“Oh, right! I got money,” you said, beginning to rifle through your purse. “At least $30 in here, but I need some of that for—“

“Ain’t interested in your money, sweetcheeks.”

“I’ll leave, then.”

“Didn’t say that.”

“I’m not a whore,” you spat.

Finally. You had some fight in you after all.

“Didn’t say that either.”

“Then what do you want?”

He sauntered over to you, leaning over the chair. You were trapped. His head tilted down, and he pulled at your scalp to expose your neck. It felt like he was running a razor blade down the vulnerable skin of your throat. 

At first, you didn’t realize what he had done until he lifted his head. Crimson smeared across his face. His grinning mouth dripped blood. A crack of lightning and the room went dark. Shadows obscured his face. He looked like the devil. The lights came back on after a few moments. Too late. He captured your lips in a kiss that made your stomach churn.

The taste of copper filled your mouth, harsh and metallic on your tongue. You nearly choked on your own blood, straight from the mouth of this lunatic whose motel room you’d foolishly taken refuge in. This time, you felt the sting on your bottom lip. How was it possible for his teeth to be so sharp? 

You pushed against him, your palms flat on his chest. “Get the fuck off of me!” 

He didn’t budge. Threw his head back in a fit of maniacal laughter. No way he wasn’t the devil. He tore apart your shirt with ease. The cool air in the room making contact with your bare, wet skin sent a jolt through you. 

His hands gripped your shoulders. “Easy darlin’, I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

You blinked, and he pulled you up to your feet. You should have just slept in your car. Kept driving to the next motel, the next city, the next state. Instead, you stopped there and knocked on the lunatic’s door. 

He grabbed a towel and dragged you over to the bed. You watched as he threw the towel to the side. He’d only keep it around if he thought he needed it to clean up something. Blood. 

In your moment of distraction, he pushed you back onto the bed. Severen’s eyes raked over your body, briefly observing, considering. With one hand, he pushed down your bra. Your tits exposed to him, at the mercy of his rough grasp. He squeezed and pinched until your nipples were perky and sensitive. Brushed his thumbs over each of them. You let out the slightest whimper at the sensation. 

“Severen,” you implored. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, but I really want to.”

He lowered his head. A flash of pain took over your senses. With teary eyes you looked down and saw blood all over your chest. His mouth was practically glued to your tits. They were bleeding. He was nursing on your bleeding tits. 

You shrieked in terror. That only seemed to egg him on. His hands flew to your jeans, peeling the wet denim off of your body. The growl that rumbled from deep in his chest didn’t sound human. He sure as hell didn’t feel human as he began rutting his own denim-clad crotch against your panties. They were wet from the rain. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself. You weren’t turned on by this situation, even subconsciously. It was disgusting. Foul. It had rained. That was all.

Then the rough fabric brushed your clit just right, and you let out a strangled moan. He was still fully clothed. No sign of letting up on your tits. No attempts to get his own pants off and fuck you instead of the animalistic over the clothes humping. You supposed you should be grateful for that much. There was only one way a situation like this could end. You were going to die.

Maybe it was the shock finally settling into your body, but the way he was manhandling you started feeling good. You lifted your hips to give yourself more of the friction from his bulge. His fingers dug into your hips. You wouldn’t be surprised to find more blood. That’s all he was preoccupied with, like he wanted to drain you of it.

His mouth finally left your tits. Another target had been identified. He brushed his nose against your racing pulse on the side of your neck, licking a stripe over it before breaking skin with ease. Your brain felt fuzzy. But you were so close. Didn’t you at least deserve one last moment of pleasure before your impending doom? 

You breathed his name as he lapped up the blood that flowed freely from your neck. It took all of your strength, but you lifted your leg, hooking it around his waist and pressing his body closer to yours. He growled against your skin. Low. Primal. Wet. Everything was so fucking wet. 

Not quite there, but achingly close that you could practically reach out and touch your release with your fingertips. You tried pressing him closer, getting some kind of leverage so you could just cum already.

You spoke through gritted teeth. “Harder.”

His teeth sunk deeper in your neck. It started to hurt again. Everything hurt until it didn’t anymore. The howl you let out burned your throat and rattled your bones. The pleasure filled your body, your pussy clenching around nothing at all, mutilated chest heaving as your strained cardiac system attempted to keep up with you with far less blood than it was used to. Then, all of a sudden, your mind went to mush.

Looking down between you, there was so much blood. Blood everywhere. Some of it was lower than you expected. That part of your body hadn’t been his focus. You weren't on your period. There was no reason for that much blood to be between your legs, on your thighs. The front of his jeans practically drenched in it.

“Why is there blood?” you asked hazily. “Down there. Wh-What did you do?”

He clamped a hand over your mouth. “Nothin’ you need to worry ‘bout. Fuck, ‘m close.”

You didn’t have the energy to do anything besides lay there. Take whatever he decided to give you as he chased his own release. Then, after that, into the abyss. 

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you let out a confused whine at the two voices you heard. Severen growled against your skin.

“What do y’all want!” he shouted. “I’m in the middle of somethin'!”

Your head lulled over to the side. A teenage girl and a young boy stood by the door, the latter slamming it shut. 

The girl had a wild look in her eyes as she pushed the boy behind her despite his protests. She didn’t pity you. Wasn’t nervous either. Almost looked like she was holding herself back. A dog having the slightest bit of self-control while a steak is waved in its face. Of course a freak like Severen would keep similar company.

“Jesse and Diamond are gonna be back real soon,” the girl said, her gaze focused on you. “She shouldn’t be here.”

“Well shit, Mae. I was just finishing up before y’all barged in,” Severen snapped. “Just wait outside a few minutes.”

“It’s our room too!” the boy protested from behind Mae. 

You groaned, feeling a sharp pain wrack through your body. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out on itself. They didn’t care. Severen got up to argue more with Mae and the boy. Threw a towel over your writhing figure as if that’d make you disappear. Out of sight, out of mind.

Aching, burning, that was all you could feel. Every minute movement was fire. Blood loss, probably. You didn’t know how much you had lost in the first place. Severen ingested most of it. Not enough to pool around your body, give you an idea of how many pints down you were. The arguing voices jumbled together into a cacophony of varying annoyed tones that suddenly silenced when the door opened.

“Are you out of your mind?” a woman snapped. Not Mae. Someone else.

“I’ll dump her somewhere, Jesus,” Severen said.

A gruff, older man’s voice cut through the argument that had started up again. “She dead?”

“I was gettin’ around to it.”

Footsteps approached. The towel was pulled from over your face. You threw your arm over your eyes to shield them from the motel room lights. More like spotlights, their sudden intensity burning your eyes. You could almost hear them too. The constant buzzing made your head throb. You groaned.

“Fuck,” the older man grumbled. “She turned. How the hell did you let that happen?”

“‘Cause he wasn’t thinkin’ with the right head,” the boy said.

“Brat,” Severen hissed. “C’mon Jesse, first time in a hundred years I fucked up. Gimme a break.”

Did he just say a hundred years? You pushed yourself to sit up, holding the towel in place over your exposed, bloody breasts. The headache took a backseat to how awful your stomach felt, like you hadn’t eaten a thing in weeks. 

“You know she has to come with us now? Learn to feed, to survive. That’s gonna be on you,” Jesse said, his steely gaze on Severen. “‘Less anyone has a better idea.”

The boy piped up. “Leave her outside somewhere and let the sun take care of it.”

The woman rolled her eyes, a slight smile on her face. “Let the grown-ups talk. I’m with Jesse.”

“Me too. I think we should give her a shot. Only fair,” Mae said.

Majority ruled. You were staying with whoever the fuck those people were. So much for seeing the Painted Desert.

“‘Nother mouth to feed,” the boy muttered.

Severen squeezed you against his side. “Shut your trap, Homer.”

Suddenly he gave a shit, as if he wasn’t planning to kill you if the other maniacs in the room hadn’t barged in. You were so furious that the room spun. Everyone’s eyes looked owlish as they watched you fall backward onto the bed, your hands clamped over your stomach.

Jesse was shouting something. You didn’t know what. Your body screamed with unprecedented hunger over his frantic instructions. Your view of the ceiling was replaced by Severen’s bloody face. He bit into his own wrist. The copper scent hit your nose like a freight train. You grabbed his arm, bringing the open wound to your mouth without a second thought.

Severen watched with morbid curiosity as you fed from him. He’d never turned anyone before. Didn’t have any plans to. He supposed it was bound to happen this way, some freak accident. At least if it was anyone, it was you. Liked him well enough before. He was sure he could get you to come around to him again. Even if you didn’t, you looked even prettier covered in blood than drenched in water.

He wrenched his wrist from your grasp. You sat up, hungry gaze following his arm. He looked from it to you.

“Damn darlin’,” Severen said, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re a natural.”

“A natural what?” you asked, looking at the group of strange people crowded around you.

Their eyes shifted among each other before Jesse gave you a knowing smile. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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Summary: After a bit of bad news and a horrible reminder of your current reality, your mood takes a decline. And when Severen offers to take you out on a joyride, the night doesn't exactly go as planned.

Notes: 6.9k words. Not proofread.

Warnings: AFAB reader. Cannon typical violence, blood and horror. Severen being Severen . . . But he's trying. Just a little something while I fight writer's block.

Part I, Part II, Part IV

God dammit, Severen. 

You been finding yourself thinking that more than you'd like. Who are you kidding, you've been thinking that same thought since you've been forced into this little motley crew. But Jesus, you could seriously wring his neck right now. You're trying not to give it away, to express what you're thinking but your poker face has never been all that practiced. It's something that Jesse has remarked on more than once. Usually while you're all circled around a table, gulping down old warm whiskey that burns on its way down, with a set of playing cards fanned out in each of your hands. But it applies outside of a card game as well, and you're pretty sure that you're showing all of your tells. 

But in his true self-absorbed, cocky fashion, Severen either hasn't taken notice to your obvious distress and irritation, or more undoubtedly, doesn't care. He's too busy leaning himself against the inside of the driver's side door like he might crawl out of the window, lazily grinning at the officer almost like he's flirting. Almost? No, he's definitely flirting and the man in the tan uniform looks like he might be getting a little flustered underneath Severen's attention. The tips of his ears have flushed red, and he has a rosy blush splashed across his cheeks like there's a chill in the air. But this is no winter night. It's warm and muggy. The night air might as well as be steamed soup. It's not the usual western states that Hooker gang typically frequent. The temperature doesn't drop and get cooler with the descent of the sun. It stays hot and sweltering no matter if it's day or night here. 

That blush is all from being flustered. It would have been sweet if Severen probably wasn't planning on killing the guy. It would be sweet if said guy wasn't a cop, and your face wasn't on missing posters and being broadcasted on news channels. 

Jesse had nearly gone into hysterics when Homer had called out for everyone's attention a few nights back from his place in front of the hotel TV set. You had all collectively turned your concentration from the tabletop, covered with cigarette ash and playing cards (and a few wadded up balls of bloody toilet paper that Severen had used to 'clean' his shirt off with) to the screen, where a blond woman with a bob and a red lip that was a few shades too bright for her was busy giving a report on a missing person. Which would have been fine, (well not fine - it still would have been awful-) if that missing person hadn't had been you. 

It was a photograph of you placed in the corner of the screen. A picture that had been taken of you only a few years back while you were on a vacation at you parents' seasonal lake house on the waterside of Lake George. You were in a soft blue summer dress - robin blue, specifically, one of your favorites. You were beaming at the camera, the camera that you remembered your father had been behind, and your head was tilted against a shoulder, nestling against the pale fabric that covered it. The person you were standing beside was cut out of the image, no doubt to fit it on the screen, but even then, you knew it was Sam.  

You could still recall that day clearly. You had spent a good majority of it out on the lake, reclining on one of your father's boats and sunbathing on the dock, which at one point Sam had picked you up from and tossed you off an into the cool crystalline water with a splash. 

It had been a fond memory of you and him at one point, but now it makes you shudder. 

You had felt a lot of things when you saw your face staring back at you from the TV screen. Surprise, concern, guilt, regret but most notably there was a twisted sort of relief. Relief because they hadn't given up on you. They hadn't accepted the possibility that maybe you had died out there in the desert. They were looking for you. But then that brief flutter of joy was snapped shut between sharp, poisonous claws. This wasn't a good thing. You could never go back to them, not as you are now. Not as you'll be until the sun swells up in the sky and scalds the earth until sears like a piece of bleeding roadkill on the searing asphalt of a backroad. And now they had hope. Hope that you were still alive and there was a chance that they'd be able to find you and bring you home. 

This was awful. This was horrible. It was bullshit, and for the first time you had hoped that they had just assumed you were dead. 

Ever since the news incident, Jesse had been on edge, and as a result he had forbade you from going out by yourself. For being out for too long. He even tried to get you to dye your hair and after you had vehemently refused, he had settled for you at least wearing a cap whenever you went out. It was too much. Too suffocating. And all of his constant, paranoid hovering and rules had made you feel just like you had before you had officially been accepted into the group. Restricted and caged. 

As a result, you have admittedly been irritable as of late. Skulking around with a perpetual storm cloud looming over you, that had no one had been able to break. Not Caleb with his equally oblivious but somehow capable advice; not Mae with her tentative, dry humor. Not even Diamondback. Who was typically good at dragging you out of your funk with her motherly guidance and sharp wit. 

At one point they all stopped trying. 

You had been appreciative of their attempts at giving you space. Of letting you sort out your grief and frustration on your own time. But of course, there was one person in particular who couldn't be asked to respect emotional boundaries or personal space. Who practically harassed and irritated you into leaving the motel to get out of the stuffy room. Which was unfortunately how you ended up sitting on the passenger seat of a stolen Corvette on a lonely road while that 'particular person' was busy flirting with the police officer who had pulled you both over. In a stolen car whose owner was lying dead in a ditch. 

The poor guy's blood was still in the vehicle's interior. Splattered across the leather seats and nylon floorboards in thick red stains, and your only saving grace was that the upholstery was black and that the blotches and smears had dried enough so that they weren't reflecting in the glow of the cop's flashlight. But you could still smell the sweetened iron in the air from the carnage. And you could only send a prayer up to the universe or whoever was out there that it was only your amplified senses that made it so easily to pick up the scent of blood. That his dull, human nose wouldn't be able to detect the aroma of damp pennies and rust. 

And while you were one good nudge away from tripping headfirst into a panic attack, Severen appeared to be having the time of his life while he tried to come up with a convincing excuse as to why he didn't have his license on his person while operating a vehicle. And why he was doing fifty-six over the speed limit. 

"Oh, c'mon, I was just havin' fun!" He declared coyly and his mouth twisted into something all too satisfied and full of teeth. Then his voice dipped down so low that it might as well as been a purr.  "You don't like to have fun?"  

Shameless. Completely shameless. 

But as much as you hate how much he likes to toy with his food, it is serving as some sort of distraction at least. The cop - damn, even with your eyesight it's still impossible to make out the name etched into his name tag from the glare of his light - shuffles on his feet awkwardly. He clearly doesn't know how to handle Severen's teasing. 

"Fun?" The cop echos, bright hazel eyes squinting at Severen in a perplexed type of disbelief. "You consider speeding down a pitch-black road in the middle of night, without a license 'fun'?" 

"Well, I consider a lotta things fun, Sheriff." You could scoff at him if you cared enough to. My god, Severen practically bats his eyes at the guy, coquette and cartoonish. 

"I'm not a sher- listen, you're in for a lot of repercussions for this. " 

But Severen doesn't take it as a threat or a warning, instead he looks positively delighted. Beaming up at the cop like he had just been told a hilarious joke. And the officer doesn't seem to share his amusement, glaring at Severen perturbed and exasperated, even with that blush still painted across his cheeks. There's a strained sort of tension rising now - not the good kind - and you're internally scrambling on figuring out how to defuse the situation, but your brain is simultaneously empty and crowded. 

Then you're leaning forward so that you can be seen from the cop's perspective, ducking down low enough to peer at him from the open window. "I'm sorry my boyfriend, he's a complete idiot - super forgetful!" You just blurt the first excuse that comes to the forefront, and you immediately have regrets as soon as you see the pleased smile that pulls at Severen's lips. Boyfriend, really? Out of everything you could have come up with, that's what you settled with?  And apparently feels the need to sell your pretend relationship, taking it as an invitation to toss his arm across the back of your seat. 

"He was just trying to impress me, " you say lamely, swallowing around the nervous lump in your throat. And for one, long horrendous moment the officer doesn't say anything. The world is just silent apart from the distant sound of crickets chirping and sway of leaves rusting in the musky, perfumed air. And you can feel your gut sinking, your skin prickling with discomfort while paranoia trills down the notches of your spine.

What if recognizes you? Some tiny, worried voice murmurs in the back of your mind. What if he's seen you on the TV? 

 His eyebrow pinching as his face shapes into a scowl, a tense unconvinces expression taking over his features. "Well, I hope you'll still be impressed with him while he's doing jail time." 

And despite the stifling, tense energy that's dipped over you all, you can't help but sigh with some sort of relief. It doesn't seem that he's placed you. That he knows that you're a missing person, and actually feel thankful. 

You open your mouth to say something - what you're not even sure - but then before you can even form the words, Severen is reaching for the handle and swinging the driver side door open, and with it the energy completely shifts like a coin spinning on its edge and clattering on its side with a pronounced clatter. The door slams into the cop's hips, harshly striking against his front, making him rock back on his feet and forcing him to wobble back with a harsh swear. It makes him drop his flashlight and it lands on the ground somewhere near his boots where it casts elongated, dramatic shadows across the both of them. The brightness of the light almost makes everything monochrome with only the rotating flash of the neon red and blue from the cruisers siren to break up the monotony. 

"Sir, get back in the vehic-" 

But Severen of course doesn't listen, rising up out of the car while he chuckles under his breath. A sound that immediately fills you with dread. Nothing good ever comes from his joy. And even with your vision blocked from the expanse of Severen's back, you already know what's about to happen. You can hear it in the cops wavering tone. He tries to sound commanding as he warns Severen to stop. To take a step back with his hands in the air, but his voice is shaken and broken around the edges, expressing his clear discomfort. And you can smell his fear on the air. Sharp and pungent, but almost sugary. But as enticing as the scent is, it's also a stark reminder that you were once in officer's shoes. Locked in Severen's wild, inescapable glare while he grinned down at you like a wild animal with sharp teeth. 

You know that realistically, you can't save the cop. Those who survive crossing paths with the Hooker clan is few and far between. And it's usually amounted to sheer luck and circumstance, and unfortunately for him, you know that he won't be making it out alive tonight. Not even while you pull yourself into the driver's seat to poke your head out of the open doorway. 

"Severen, please, just let him go. " 

It falls on deaf ears, only serving to amuse to Severen. But it does trigger a set of trilling giggles, which is honestly worse than if he just would have told you to shut up. You'd rather he would have insulted you. 

"Oh, c'mon, I ain't gonna do nothing bad to him." 

Liar. 

And then you hear the cop speak again. Trying to sound imposing but failing miserably. "Sir, I need you to move back and raise your hands where I can see them, or I will shoot." 

You know that'll be no good. And you wonder if he's reaching for his gun now. If his fingers are brushing against the grip as a means to warn Severen and comfort himself. Maybe he's finally noticed all of the patches and badges from slain law enforcement on Severen's jacket and has finally placed some of the tiny puzzle pieces together. 

And Severen of course doesn't heed the warning. But then again, to him it isn't one. To him, it's just a suggestion - if even that. He keeps coming towards the officer with relaxed but calculated movements, like a predator closing in on a wounded prey that's been backed into a corner.  

"But officer, I'm just tryin' to have a bit of fun." 

You hate how relaxed he sounds. How pleased and excited he is. It's the same tone he had used with you once. He had taunted you too, just as he's doing to this man who was trying to do his job. Who was just trying to live his life and happened to pull the wrong car over on the wrong night. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. But Severen toying with people wasn't a new development by any means. It was an unfortunate part of his character. A defining attribute even. In the near couple weeks that you've been dragged up and down the highways and rugged backroads of the U.S. you've seen Severen - hell you've seen all of them - hunt and kill. Tearing into their victims with a remorseless ferocity.

And with your resistance to feed, you've taken up on eating off the rest of the group's scraps, drinking up the remaining gulps of blood in their victims' lifeless bodies. But even then, with your reluctant participation, of witnessing the same violence almost every night, it never makes it any easier. There's always that deep chasm of guilt and self-hatred that grows and expands with every bit of torn viscera. Stretching wider after each slaughter. And you know that if you managed to save this guy that it wouldn't do shit to redeem you. It wouldn't cleanse the blood from your hands. It would be like putting a band-aid on a bullet hole. You've seen too much. Done too much. Been complacent. But maybe, just maybe you at least save one person, or give him a head start at least. 

And then what? 

No matter which way you bend this someone has to lose in the end. Severen won't let this guy go, no matter how convincing you try and talk. And this cop isn't going to let the two of you just up and leave. Not with all of the numerous crimes committed. Not with how outright aggressive Severen is being. It's a wrap all around. Someone has to come out on top in this situation. And Severen will fight tooth and nail to make sure that it's him. 

The atmosphere is fully charged now, prickling with something heavy and fuzzy, like TV static and adrenaline. It forces you to shuffle forward in the seat, the back of your jeans squeak against the leather when you push yourself up to rise. 

"Severen, I'm serious, " you warn, trying to sound firm even though you feel anything but. " Just leave him alone. He's just trying to do his job."

Once you're on your feet you can finally see past the breadth of his shoulder. The cop looks rattled. Completely out of his depth. The hand that's hovering near his holster, just over his gun tremors just a bit. So slightly that if you weren't looking for it, you'd never notice. He's rigid in a way the feigns confidence and authority, and he's just barely holding the facade together. Everything about him screams 'rookie.'  

"Don' worry, " Severen coos. Mockingly. And he raises his arms up in the air like he's complying with the cop's request. But you know better. It's all a show for him, something to be used to just twist the metaphorical knife in deeper. To try and lure the officer into a false sense of security, so that he can rip the rug out from underneath him later. "I'll play nice. " 

Though, even then he doesn't stop his approach, herding the cop back off the shoulder of the road and onto the grass. Back towards the lithe, skeletal trees that rise towards the dark sky with their limbs dripping with Spanish moss. And you can hear the random pebbles and sticks crunching underneath the cop's boots with each uncertain step backwards. You could only imagine what Severen looked like right now. The flashlight was probably reflecting in his eyes, making them glint with that animal sort of glimmer and his mouth was likely stretched in that way that's both a snarl and a grin. 

"What are ya gonna do with that? " He taunts openly. "Gonna shoot me with your little toy. Go on then - pull the trigger. " 

The cop's eyes have widened. Perhaps with realization that he might actually have to fire on the man who's steadily approaching him. And a small blossom of empathy unfurls from the pit of your stomach.  He doesn't want to do this; you can easily see that. But then Severen moves. Twitches, and reaches his arms forward like he meant to reach for the guy. The entire movement didn't have real force behind it. No true intent, like a sort of joke - or at least what Severen qualifies as a joke. But the cop is clearly (understandably) on edge, and it was enough for him to draw his gun from its holster and fire a shot. 

It rang out like someone had lit a firework. The close proximity of it rattles your eardrums in a way that hurts and makes your body jerk like you had been jabbed by an electrical current. The sharp ringing blares before it dips into a muted, thick hum, and it's like you're listening to everything from behind a thick wall. But you can still see perfectly fine, even while you're disoriented. Severen hardly moves an inch from the impact of the bullet, but it had struck him if the way that he's holding his coat open is any indication. And you can see his lips spreading into a cruel grin when he smears his fingers his abdomen and lifts them up close to his eyes to inspect. Sure enough, they come up stained with a glistening red. 

He didn't so much as flinch when he was struck, and surprise is clearly expressed on the cop's face as he watches Severen shrug off a bullet wound like it was nothing. And instead of screaming pain, he's hooting into the humid night air like he'd just been told a joke. " I tell you what, there ain't a single shot of whiskey that'll wake you up that will!" He hollers and stomps a boot on the ground, absolutely thrumming with adrenaline. "Really lights a fire under yer ass!" 

But even with all the humor and the carefree way he's carrying himself you can see the tension in his shoulders. Jesus, he's going to do it. He's going to kill him. 

"Severen - don't. " 

"Sir, please just step- " 

That one fleeting moment seems to pass by in a blink, but it's also frozen in time, forcing you to relive all those minute details with open eyes. It's like chaos. Both you and the officer pleading with Severen to comply. To just stay still. But of course, he doesn't do that. That would require patience and humanity. Instead, he's lunging himself forward. Springing on his feet with a quickness that's difficult to track - even with your new senses. And then suddenly he just there. He's clinging to the cop's body like a parasite, his head lowered into the crook of the man's throat, no doubt actively gulping down rivulets of blood from the fresh wound he had made there with his lethal teeth. 

The cop is clearly frozen in shock and his head lulls uselessly on its neck. His eyes. Those are pinned on you. Somewhat unseeing and glazed over, but there's still a noticeable layer of fear underneath that murky cloud.  And you just stand there and watch like you always do, while Severen continues to drain him of blood. You see the light drain from his eyes and fade out into that torpid stare, and you think that you can feel some human part of you detach and fizzle out with it. 

You aren't sure how long you stand there, underneath the intense shifting projection of azure and scarlet, listening to the way that Severen's throat clicks around mouthfuls of blood. It's disgusting. You have to move your attention from it, opting to study the tree line and the swaying branches instead. But you can hear the way that his body thuds when Severen lets his body fall. It makes you flinch, sucking in a breath to try and steel your nerves. You don't want to look. You don't want to see it. Your body apparently has other plans because your gaze darts down to where he lays on the ground in a lax heap. Giving you no other option but to witness what's left of him.  And in the glare of the flashlight the gold of his name tag blinks, outlining the font printed there. 

Mueller. 

His last name was Mueller.

You don't know why it struck you. But it always does. Learning the names of the people who die in the Hooker clan's wake. The people that you kill. That you watch die. There's something about putting a name to a face that solidifies it. That bears down the full weight it all onto you, and you don't think you'll be able to crawl out from underneath it. 

And something heated in you rises when you see Severen hunkers down to unpin Mueller's badge from the front of his uniform. And he just holds it there in the cradle of his palm, spreading a drop of blood that had splattered across it over the front of the shiny brass star with his thumb with a smile on his lips. Another medal for his collection, it seems. After his inspection he's finally rising from his crouched position and moving away from the body. 

"Which one do you think we should take?" 

The sound of his southern drawl pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. He's turned to face you now with fresh coat of glittering crimson smudged across his mouth, making his jack o' lantern like leer all the more menacing. 

"What?" You just barely manage to croak it out. God, your tongue feels like lead. 

He looks at you like you're slow, his forehead creasing as he nods his head in the direction of the cop car. " The cruiser or the vette?" 

Neither, you want to say. But you know that it would be an uphill battle, one that you wouldn't win. Not unless you wanted to walk back to the Inn by yourself. Which honestly, doesn't sound like an awful idea right about now. Instead, you just shrug, not bothering to hide your exasperation and absolutely doing your best to ignore the disappointed look that crosses Severen's face. He's like a kicked puppy sometimes. A rabid one, but a puppy, nonetheless. 

Unfortunately, you can see the utter joy that sparks in his eyes when he turns to ogle his chosen ride, and your stomach plumets just a bit. You should have known, honestly. His curiosity can only be piqued for so long. He shoots you one last mirthful smirk before he sharply turns on the heels of his cowboy boots and practically skips to the cop car; his spurs jingling with each bounding step. Absolutely thrilled and unbothered to leave the pretty Rally Red Corvette behind for an old cruiser. You can't say that you're surprised. 

"Let's get a move on, slowpoke!" He calls with just the faintest hint of laughter before disappearing inside the cab of the vehicle. But you drag your feet regardless, opening the passenger door with about the enthusiasm as a kid being hauled to the doctor's office. As soon as you're secured inside the car, Severen is laying on the gas pedal, spraying loose rocks and dust from the spinning back tires, and he just narrowly misses careening into the rear end of the Corvette; jerking the wheel to correct the cruiser with the stinging burn of hot rubber and squealing tires on pavement.  

You hate to say that you're already growing desensitized to his psychotic driving, but there's still that nervous cluster of butterflies that drop in your stomach whenever he gets in the front seat of a car. The first time you had been with him while he was the one to drive, you were certain that it was probably going to be your last night on earth. He had run several red lights, nearly t-boning a passing truck in the process and took out a mailbox. At first you didn't know what to make of his skills or competency behind the wheel of a car which you could only label as downright abhorrent. You figured that it maybe came from a lack of interest, but that theory was quickly expelled by the sheer number of times that he's gone out of his way to steal vehicles to take on impromptu joy rides. And he's also driven in the stead of the others during shift rotations when traveling, and he's driven well. Perfectly even. 

And because of that you've come to the conclusion that he drives terribly on purpose. For some sort of fucked up thrill. Like an extreme version of bumper cars . . . that has the potential to cause casualties. 

You honestly can't say why you keep willingly placing yourself inside a car while Severen's the one operating. You aren't sure why you go anywhere with him, honestly. It always ends up in violence and senseless bloodshed. He isn't good for your patience or anxiety, but as much as it pains you to admit it, he's . . . entertaining, almost. 

Even now, with the radio that he had turned up to absolute limit, spewing music out from its straining speakers while he sings along at the top of his lungs and playfully raps at the steering wheel with his fingers. It's amusing to see him like this in a morbid sort of way. If it weren't for the splashes of blood staining his clothes it would have been endearing to see him in these sorts of moments. Even though he's erratic and out of control at the best of times. But your options for socializing are often slim, considering that the others are typically too caught up in each other's affairs to make for an enjoyable night out. Though admittedly the clan does consist of two couples, both of which seem to be permanently fixed in the honeymoon phase. And Homer is Homer. Entirely - but understandably - too grouchy to even try and nudge into a conversation that doesn't somehow manage to irk him or remind him that he's indefinitely trapped inside the body of a child despite the many decades he's lived.  

That usually leaves you with Severen of all people. 

"So what's got your panties all up in a twist lately?" Severen all but shouts over the music but makes no move to turn it down. "Is it 'cause of the whole 'missin' person' thing?" 

You could definitely strangle him now. Just reach over the center console and wrap your hands around his throat, even though it wouldn't do much (with the whole 'not having to breathe' thing) it would still make you feel better. Ease some of your frustration at least. But you settle for reaching over and twisting the volume dial down on the radio until the obnoxious song is down to a low whisper, and all while pinning him with the most venomous glare that you can manage, hoping that all of your anger and vexation truly reads from it. Still Severen appears to be blissfully unaware or unaffected by your apparent irritation while he waits for your answer, which is a seething, blunt, "no shit."  "Don't go and get all pissy and fussy, it was just a question." 

You have to scoff at that. "You do realize telling me not to get pissed off, is going to piss me off." 

"Aw, but I jus' can't help myself, " he teases; eyes twinkling. " You're so pretty when you're angry." 

"Oh, God. " You groan, moving your attention away from him to tiredly stare out at the passing forest, catching glimpses of the trees that stand like ancient, cloaked figures.  "Remind me again why I agreed to come out with you?" 

"Cause you love me so much." You do almost laugh from that, and it isn't because you find him funny. " Don't hold it against yourself, I'm quite gorgeous." 

"Maybe if I was blind, " you mutter. Surprisingly, he doesn't respond, and the cabin of the car is filled with heavy silence, with only the sound of tires coasting over pebbles and cracks to fill the void. And now that you have it- the quiet, you aren't sure if you like it. It leaves you to put too much attention on all of the thoughts rattling around in your skull. It lets you think of crystal blue waters, warm balmy summer light dappling through fluttering leaves, unrestrained laughter while you huddle around a bonfire and burn marshmallows until they're a crisp abomination. All of the things that you'll never get to have again. 

"What are we doing out here?" You ask. Anything to get him chattering again. God, you never thought you'd see the day that that would happen.

"You seemed like it could do ya good, gettin' away from the others." He says. It shocks you to say the least. Leaves you staring at him dumbly, waiting for him to make a joke and tell you that he was just playing around and that he didn't mean it, but it never comes. And you aren't sure how to take it. Sure, Severen has always tried in his own way to try and help you properly adjust to your new life. Granted his methods are often unorthodox and a bit . . . violent in nature. But it's usually because it serves him in some way. He rarely does anything without personal gain in mind. Whether it be emotional or physical, Severen is nothing if not self-serving. 

He must feel the way that your eyes are boring into him in a perplexed way, because he's glancing over from the road with his eyebrows furrowed. "What?" It comes out harsh; confused.

You can tell his hackles are rising, and all you can do is shake your head wordlessly before you manage to say something. "Nothing . . . " You purse your lips. "I'm just surprised is all." 

"What the hell for?" 

"I mean, you aren't always the most caring person, " you say gently. 

"I'm plenty caring!" He insists, glaring over at you with blood still smeared across his face. 

"Okay, " you agree. Mostly to appease him but you can tell by the way that he scoffs that he doesn't believe it, and he grumbles something under his breath. Too low to hear, but you're sure that's a creative and colorful string of words like usual. 

"What is it about it that you miss so much?" He says suddenly. You try racking your brain to figure out just what it is but come up completely empty. And when he catches your confused expression, he sighs like explaining is a chore. Like you're the idiot for not understanding him. 

"Ya know, your life before." 

It feels like a frigid bucket of water had been dunked over your head. You aren't even sure how to approach this, or if you even want to have this conversation with Severen, as tactless and brash as he is. You know that it's next to impossible to try and find sympathy in him. His human life was so long ago. Hell, he's been . . . whatever he is - whatever you are - for longer than he was a human. Trying to get him to care would probably be about as successful as trying to teach a mean streak out of a fighting dog. Not a lost cause necessarily but you aren't sure if you have the patience to even try. And honestly the fact that he even has to ask why you're so distressed makes you realize how out of touch he even is. But on the flip side it also shows that he might be at least willing to try. And that seems to be enough to dampen some of the searing anger simmering in your chest. 

"I don't even know . . . " You answer truthfully. "All of it. Even the things that I used to hate. Having to wake up at 7 am, doing taxes, washing dishes. I'd take all of back, right in a heartbeat." 

Once again, another bout of silence falls over you both. Stifling and awkward for no reason, and a part of you wonders if you've actually managed to offend him. Or hurt what little bit of feelings have managed to survive all of the years that he's been alive. But you also can't find it in yourself to be completely guilty over it if you have. And there's some dark little piece of you that relishes in the fact that you may have cut him somewhere deep; to get him to feel even the faintest bit like you have for the past couple of weeks. 

"I've heard you talk about them, " he says cryptically, and you have to turn to look at him for clarification. "Your family. Your parents and your . . . ex. They all sounded like a buncha overbearin' pricks." 

"Hey!" You snap, irritation flaring. "Say whatever you want about him, but I don't want to hear a word about my parents."

And thankfully that seems to be enough for him to drop his questions. For all of two seconds. 

"What is it that you liked about - what was his name? - Sonny?" He asks. 

You really aren't sure where all of this is coming from, and truth be told, you don't really like it. Why now all of a sudden, he has an interest in your old life, after tearing it away from you and making your day-to-day existence hell. But regardless, you find yourself responding all the same. 

"Do you mean Sam? " You squint at him through the dark. "I was young, and he was sweet, and he actually talked to me. "You confess, shifting in your seat. "We used to spend hours just talking about nothing in particular. It would make me feel like we were the only people in the world."

"But not anymore?" 

It's a simple set of words that shove you back into all of those lonely, isolated days of your engagement. All the excuses for being home late, all of the impromptu business meetings and outings with his friends, and towards the end he didn't even want to touch you. And there was always a reason for that, too. Exhaustion from the job, headaches, and sometimes he expressed an outright lack of interest. All of which you'd blow off. Tell yourself not to take personally. That he'd come to you whenever he was ready to. But he never did. He went to other women for that instead. And it left you scrambling. Trying to navigate a world where the love of your life had suddenly turned his back on you and began treating you like a stranger instead of a lover and confidant. And you couldn't even turn to your own mother or father or even friends as a shoulder to cry on. To express your worries. You were just being a paranoid finance.

It happens, they had all said. He'll come back to you eventually.

You had never felt more isolated in your entire life. Had never been lonelier than you had in those final months. And the reminder leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

"No, not anymore," you answer honestly. 

"I could always kill him for you." 

That blindsides you completely. Sends you reeling from the abruptness of it. Yes, Severen threatening murder came as easily as breathing for him, and actually acting out on it was even easier. But him threatening to do it for you was completely new, and you weren't sure how to handle that. In fact, you didn't even want to sit and unpack that little bit of information. 

"No!" You exclaim, and you swear that you can see his shoulders deflate in disappointment. Hypothetically the idea sounds appealing, in some distant alternate reality, but here and now you couldn't imagine siccing Severen on anyone. Not even the man who had singlehandedly spat and torn apart your trust like it was nothing. "Just, no." 

"Do you want some ice cream?" 

"What?" 

"You heard me." He replies quickly." I'm pretty sure we passed a gas station a coupla miles back." 

It's another strange offer. Completely out of the blue and one that you wouldn't have seen coming in a million years. Not from Severen at least. But it seems that he's just full of surprises tonight. 

"Why would I want ice cream?" Truthfully the idea of it doesn't sound bad by any means. It would be nice to do something as normal as going into a store somewhere and just buying a Drumstick from some old reach in freezer or something. But the proposition is so bizarre that you have to fish for some sort of explanation.  

Severen just shrugs, all blase. "Might make ya feel better." 

And there it is again. His apparent desire to appease your dwindling mood. It makes you want to ask him if someone put him up to it. If Diamondback or Mae had come to him and pressured him into taking you out to get some time away from everyone. But some tiny part of you keeps yourself from interrogating him with a rapid fire. You're fine with living in a bit of ignorance. You're too tired to try and figure out if he's just doing this because he had been forced to. And as much as you'd hate to admit it, you'd like to think that he actually wanted to be out here with you tonight; even though he isn't exactly your favorite person in the world. And the idea that he did truly take time out of his night to even try to cheer you up (in his own twisted way) has something syrupy and warm tingling inside your chest. A feeling that you're absolutely going to ignore right now. 

You could tell him no. To turn around and drop you back off at the Inn. But you would be lying if you aren't interested to see where accepting this little olive branch of his might go. If Severen truly does have the potential to be compassionate. 

"Sure." You say, reaching down towards the volume dial on the radio, twisting it up so high that you have to shout over the sound of a blaring guitar solo. "I'd love some!" 

Severen turns his head and grins at you. Bloodied lips stretching over sharp teeth and the blue of his eyes gleam in a feral kind of way. Delight and mischief twinkling in the pair, but there's the hint of something that might be fondness too. And then he leans to flip a switch on the control box and the wail of the siren comes to life in an obnoxious cry. But you don't have the heart to tell him to turn it off now. Instead, a smile of your own tugs on your lips when he presses down on the gas, prompting the car to charge forward with a guttural purr from the engine. 

He howls in the air like a madman, tossing his arm in the air to punch the roof of the car like he's unable to control his excitement. 

"Then strap in, babydoll!" 

[sharpth1ng]

*resurrecting from lost password hell* i recently re-watched near dark with my friend and we decided that a) stu would love that movie and b) would totally find severen hot and hilarious gven they have the same kind of energy. obv need your thoughts on this v imp matter <3

Omg @zeldaaaaaaaaaaaa thats where you've been! Im so glad to hear you've been re-alived. Also your new name is giving me this

But yeah I agree Stu definitely loves near dark, literally how could he not be into Severen, fucking look at this dude:

Billy looks, Stu energy fr.

[dogmaz]

I feel like Caleb and Mae wouldn't last very long as a regular human on human couple.

I think many factors would play into this but I think, as humans their dynamic would heavily change.

I feel like Mae's infatuation would fade within probably a few months, Like their whole relationship was incredibly codependent with Mae latching onto Caleb for comfort and companionship, definitely due to the fact that she was a vampire, and with how out of place she probably felt around the others. Also her age, like homer, also probably made her feel more isolated amongst the group. Like Jesse and Diamondback have each other, Severen is too old for her and clearly they have like zero interest in each other, i question if Mae even liked him at all because after Caleb gets him killed she's just like standing there. Kinda real idk how I'd respond to that either, but anyways, lastly homer obviously is like physically way too young, mentally too old, and also the little asshole that turned her in the first place.

I assume she's like late highschool age going off cannon (so like 18), and being a teen girl and a vampire would fucking suck and be super fucking lonely so it kinda makes sense she'd so emediatly get attached to companionship with someone who is actually around her age. And calebs place within the group would be more like hers, as she's still very young for a vampire only being one for 4 years, so in the groups eyes her and Caleb would be in the same like novice category of sorts.

But also with her also being only 4 years into being a vampire, and having been turned when she was in highschool, its safe to assume that she still has family out there who are probably still looking for her. I assume on their end it would just be a missing persons thing, like she just got kidnapped one day and nobody heard from her since. But when Mae turns back human, unless her family was like fucking awful, I assume she'd like to return to them at least eventually.

I have thoughts on Caleb's end but they're less thought out. I feel like without Mae's mysterious "manic pixie dream girl" vibe she puts out as a vampire, and the power she holds over Caleb in the way that he needs her to live essentially, they're dynamic would change heavily and Mae would just become a normal girl. 100% would still be weird as fuck, and being a vampire for 4 years straight probably wouldn't help with that, be she will still be yk relatively normal. Average everyday human girl. I think Caleb would still like her, but i feel like it'd be an adjustment.

But I feel like Mae wouldn't adjust very well at all, with her love for the night and her total acceptance with vampirism i feel like suddenly becoming human, also without consulting her first she just woke up and was human again. I feel like Caleb probably should've yk idk talked to her first but sure. Fine. Definitely would not start an argument later on.

[msookyspooky]

Important post of Important research observations

[rock-n-macabre]

Heyo if your still taking request I was wondering if you would do a severen x fem!reader where she was freshly turned doesn't know a lot about vampire stuff her and severen both go into heat cause there souls are bound and shit and shes like wtf is going on

Always open for requests! Thank you so much for the request! 🖤✨ This one is a wee bit fluffy but still captures the vibe of Sev and his mate 🥰🖤✨

"What the fuck is happening to me?!"

I asked the snickering asshole beside me.

" 's okay, darlin'. Won't be long." He murmured into my hair as he nuzzled into my neck.

"Yeah, at least it won't be as painfully long as it will be being stuck to this buffoon for eternity!" Homer chortled with a smug expression.

"Shut it, lil' boner!" Severen diverted his gaze, hissing at Homer.

This is my life now.

One minute being free whilst on vacation. Now? Part of this shit show.

It was almost like some sort of demented prearranged marriage ordeal from what was explained to me. Supposedly if one nips you, you're officially theirs or something like that. I chuckled to myself, thinking it was some sort of bullshit looking at how Mae ran off on Homer and nipped Caleb. No divorce papers with that.

Apparently what happened to me was some sort of big deal.

The one who turned me, as they say, didn't take turning lightly and when he turned me...that definitely raised a few eyebrows.He had commitment issues, so I thought... no big deal. I'd probably be forgotten about just as Mae did with Homer, or something of the sort.

Y'all are probably wondering how did we get to this point mere moments ago.

I give a groan as my body slumps into Severen's as it ....reboots...itself, and the playback of events occur. ✨

It was a flurry of bright colours, extravagance, and partying. Drink in hand and without a care in the world, I dance my way through the street with no plan in mind with how my night might end.

I may have not had plans, but fate had other plans in mind.

I felt a hand snake its way around me and a hand came to rest on the small of my back as the person pulled me in close, dangling a set of beads in front of my face before letting them drop down my cleavage and running them up and down teasingly.

"Care for some beads, darlin'? I'll trade ya." A voice, sweet as honey, drawled.

I looked up into the stranger's eyes. I was met with the most piercing yet deep bluest of blue eyes, and a charming grin. I blush in spite of myself.

"You think I'm the kind of gal?" I give a small laugh as I continue to examine the man.

"Well, darlin', ya certainly don't give off them vibes of bein' all righteous now....'n' you look to me as if yer lookin' fer a fun time." He smirks.

I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Wow! I never knew I'd come across my own personal tour guide!" I laugh sarcastically.

"My services are quite sought after. Limited time offer, sweetheart." Severen laughed. He couldn't hide the amusement behind his eyes, as for once someone actually was conversing with him in a manner other than lust.

Mostly when it came to hunting prey, he would just turn on the charm and the gals would fall at his feet mindlessly. To come across someone different piqued his interest. Besides, this one aroused another feeling from him. Something that went deeper than anything he felt. Not gonna lie, the feeling was a bit overwhelming to him.

"I reckon I might know a thing er two...know 'em like the back of my...." He trails off as he bends down to capture the girl's lips in his.

It was like a jolt of energy surged through him and a glimpse of his past in tombstone...of a girl he was courting...

"Hand."

He pulls back and studies her features.

Nah, it couldn't be.

I gasp as I'm pulled into the alleyway that isn't littered with people, and feel the coolness of the brick against my back as he leans in to keep assaulting my mouth with hungry kisses. I was unaware of with each contact, did it trigger memories to be brought back to life within him. There was a hunger within him that was awakened alongside of the norm.

"Fuck it. Enough a the bullshit. I ain't wastin' n'more time."

I barely could react to his words and ask what he meant when he gripped me right before dipping his head into the crook of my neck and biting hard and sucking for a few moments. When he released and took a step back, with my blood staining his lips, I used my the little energy I had despite being woozy to deliver a punch.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He doesn't look phased as I yell and pathetically try to get away. With a lazy smirk, he pins me back against the brick wall.

"See ya still have that fight in ya.....some things never change." He murmurs as he plays with a strand of my hair. I don't respond back.

"Yer tellin' me ya don't remember us? What we had? Them kisses didn't spark those memories that have been haunting me all of these damn years, honey?" His blue eyes search mine for answers.

I try to make sense of the visuals that popped into my mind during the heated kisses. It could have been some mind trick he was playing. I could have just envisioned the scenarios because of his honeyed accent.

"You're lying....please....let me go." I whimper and try to get out of his grasp. This only makes him tighten more.

"I lost ya once all those years ago, darlin'. I ain't 'bout to go 'n' do it again. Yer comin' with me, whether ya like it 'r not." He laughs as he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder as he heads towards an RV in distance. I pummel at his back relentlessly before giving in.

"You'll remember 'ventually, darlin'." He smirked and gave my ass a tap as he stepped inside the RV. What even was this man.

I grumbled as he put me on the couch in the RV and slung his arm lazily yet with a firm grip to keep me by his side. I looked up at the faces staring bewildered back at us. The crickets chirping in the background solidified the moment all too well. Eventually , the man who I presume is the leader of this unruly gang spoke up.

"Severen...we need to talk. Now." The gruff voice of the Silver One spoke to the petulant man child that held me hostage.

Severen shook the hair out of his eyes before walking over to Jesse where they both went to speak in the corner of the RV away from the group of us.

"It's her, Jess'.... After all this time....I ain't lettin' 'er get away from me again." Severen clenched his fist a little when he spoke.

"Do you think we have an ark or something for everyone we bring in? It's bad enough that Mae brought in Caleb out of the blue. You should know better, Severen." Jesse gave Severen a look.

"I didn' see ya ask me when ya turned Di---" Severen got caught off as Jesse slammed his hand down beside him, eliciting a growl from Severen as he narrowed his eyes.

"Don't make me regret leavin' ya back in Tombstone to rot, Severen. Coulda left ya hangin' there in the gallows." Jesse said sternly.

"Exactly. That's why I'm not leavin' her again this time, Jess'. If I fuck up, it's on my ass. I know. Ya gotta trus' me on this." Severen pushed his way past Jesse and back over to where we were before settling back down.

The time Severen was gone, the others had introduced themselves to me and their backstories. They took to me better as being part of them immediately, unlike Jesse who was still skeptical.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" I turned to Severen, "and why you decided I'm your long lost love?"

All eyes turned our way before Severen lounges back and pulls me in towards him. Homer rolls his eyes and grumbles something about it being another storytime. Severen sighs and shoots Homer a glare.

"Shut it, Homer. The lil' lady wants to know."

I am taken aback when he grabs hold of my hand and absentmindedly runs his hands over my knuckles and proceeds to tell everyone about his days of being an outlaw. How he fell in love with a girl who was an entertainer, singing in the saloon. How he would whisk her away to share sweet nothing's away from the hustle and bustle that was Tombstone during that time. Eventually the law caught up to him and he was sentenced to the gallows. Just when he thought he was a goner, Jesse had came to his rescue and turned him.

Severen gave a grim smile as he rummaged in one of the pockets of his jacket until his fingers grazed the object he was looking for. A tarnished ring that had definitely seen better days. He held it up before grabbing my hand and slipping it onto my finger.

"Still the same size, darlin'. It's like nothin has changed." I give a small gasp as everything clicks.

All those dreams weren't caused because of watching Western movies...they were flashbacks. The overload of information was too much. Yet.... I couldn't stop the feeling that was consuming me. It was something I couldn't describe. Something that overwhelmed every sense in my body....

My eyelids flutter open and I am greeted with Severen being right up in my face, and a hunger pang gnaws at my insides and my eyes wander between his neck and his wrist. With a smirk, I close the small distance between us and I nuzzle at his neck this time. He chuckles and leans into my shoulder as I place kisses on his neck.

"Someone's eager, huh?" He smirks as he examines my features with desire.

"Need you," I growl as he cups my cheek with his rough hands, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Always fuckin' need you." I whisper and keep my eyes locked on Severen.

This triggers any last restraint he had to go out the window as he picks me up and carries me to the back corner of the RV.

"Ya have no idea how long I've been needing you." He murmurs into my hair as he lays me down and begins pawing at my body, pushing down the straps of my dress.

"I think I have a bit of an idea." I give a giggle before it turns into a moan when he gently sucks at the spot he bit earlier.

Shit. Right.

Severen looks at me before leaning in , pinning me against the mattress.

"I'll only do this once, darlin'. But yer gonna have to learn to hunt like the rest of us. Ya hear?" I nod as he gives me access to his neck and I clamp down hard as instinct takes over. He hisses and a small 'shit!' escapes him. He pulls away after a while, holding me at arms length with an amused grin.

"Well I'll be damned, yer a natural, honey." He chuckles before pressing his lower body back against mine.

"Want something, cowboy?" I smirk up at him.

"Need you. Fucking need you." He growls.

"Need me to do what?" I raise an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue.

Severen laughs, shaking the hair out of his eyes.

"Where to even fucking begin." I give a grin before pulling him in so our lips are mere inches apart.

"How about from where it all began?" He smirks at that thought before closing the distance and capturing my lips in a heated kiss as he grinds his hips against me suggestively, causing me to moan into the kiss.

"Let me remind ya then, darlin'." He winks before pinning my wrists down and resuming the heated make out session.

If it was anything like baseball, he would have hit a home run. Maybe even go another lap around the bases as well. I swore I lost count of how many times he brought me to my sweet release before he obtained his own. That man must have wrote the guide on sex positions.

Afterwards we laid beside each other. A small laugh escapes me and he turns to give me a look.

"Now, now ... Did I break wind er somethin' darlin' ? I know it's been an honest while since I've gone all out an' wild like that....but I ain't that bad!"

I put my fingers against his lips to shush him and he goes to nip my finger tips before I give him a tap on the cheek.

"Nah, Sev .... Just surprised ya ain't shootin' cobwebs." I give a wink and shriek when he goes to tickle my sides.

"Real' funny, honey. Gee, who woulda thunk my sweet wildflower woulda turned into a comedian in the next life. I thought you were a singer." He smirks.

I roll my eyes. How the hell did I put up with this man in my past life? Not missing a beat, I took what I could recall from the past memories.

"And who woulda thunk it that to this day, you'd still be a smartass?!" I giggle as he pulls me in and I pretend to struggle to get away. He holds onto me tighter before I relax again and he watches me as I admire the ring on my finger.

It was real.

All so damn real.

"Some things never change, darlin'. Some things never damn change."

[prettywhenibleed]

Hey Bestie, could I request a yandere!Severen from Near Dark? He finds the reader and becomes obsessed with her and wants her to join him? He'll literally do anything to have the reader and doesn't mind playing dirty in order to have her by his side? ❤️

Of course bestie!! I love Severen so much and the idea of Yandere Severen *chefs kiss* I haven't really written any yandere stuff before, only very mild for yandere Dwayne, so I hope this is what you wanted. Also, sorry if it was a bit short. 😭

𝕵𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 (Join Me In Death)

Fem!Reader x Yandere!Severen TW: Yandere, Death, Language, brief mention of abuse Summary: Severen didn't care what he had to do, he would make you his. Because as far as he was concerned, the second he laid eyes on you, you already belonged to him. You just didn't know it yet.

From the second Severen laid his eyes on you, he was obsessed and knew that he was going to make you his. Whether you liked it or not. Though he would first try to win you over with his charm and good looks, I mean, how could you resist him? But if that somehow didn’t work, he would just have to take more drastic measures. And by ‘more drastic’ he meant kidnapping, but he was sure it wouldn’t come to that. Not with his ability to lay on the charm and make a girl feel special, especially when you most definitely were special. As soon as the sun had set and he and the others had woken up, they all made their way over to the bar that he had seen you at the night before. He was more than ready to see you again. Last night, he didn’t get a chance to talk to you but he sure as hell was going to talk to you tonight. The bar wasn’t too packed, only a handful of patrons sitting in various spots in the bar. Severen was bouncing his knee up and down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Though he wasn’t nervous, no, he was excited as hell. The others were watching him, curious as to why he seemed so excitable tonight. More than usual. Well, that was until you walked into the bar with some guy by your side. Severen scrunched his face up at the sight. ‘What the fuck, man?’ He thought to himself as he watched you and the guy sit down at the bar together. Jesse and Diamond shared a look with each other, now knowing the cause for Severen’s behavior. A girl, of course. Though they were still both curious to see how this would play out, knowing that Severen was the obsessive and possessive type and seeing that you seemed to already be with someone, would make for an interesting night for sure. For the next half an hour, Severen watched the two of you with disgust. The disgust was not directed towards you, but towards the guy who seemed to be your boyfriend. He hated that you were with someone else, not that it was going to stop him from claiming what was, in his mind, rightfully his. This just meant that he would have to get rid of your boyfriend first. That thought brought a smile to his face. Oh how he was going to enjoy ripping that piece of shit apart. 

Finally, your boyfriend left to go to the bathroom and Severen used this as his opportunity to talk to you. He swiftly made his way over to you, leaning against the bartop and giving you his most charming smile. “Howdy there, darlin. What’s a pretty little thing like you doin in a place like this?” He flirted. Your cheeks heated up at this and you slightly turned your head away and brought a hand up to your face to try and hide your blush, which he found absolutely adorable. “Umm, sorry but I’m here with my boyfriend.” You told him politely. While he hated that you had a boyfriend, he appreciated the loyalty. Not that it was gonna stop him. “I don’t see him.” He said, feigning looking around for him, his smile never dropping. Not until he saw your face drop. Severen looked behind him in the direction in which you were looking, wanting to see what caused you to have this reaction. Your boyfriend had come back from the bathroom and he looked pissed. Severen looked back at you and that’s when he took notice of the bruising around your wrist where the sleeve of your jacket had risen up a bit. This caused feelings of anger and protectiveness to bubble up in him. How fucking dare this human shit stain lay his filthy hands on you. Oh he was really going to enjoy killing him now. Once your boyfriend had made his way back to you, he roughly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up out of your chair and shot Severen a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, man? She’s with me.” He spat. You let out a quiet whimper at your boyfriend's tight grip on you. 

“Doesn’t look like she’s real happy to be with you, asshole.” Severen spat back and puffing his chest up, just itching to lay into this dude already. He looked over at the table where Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae were sat. Jesse gave him a nod and that made him grin ear to ear. Seeing as there were now only four other people here, besides him, his family, you and your boyfriend, it wouldn’t matter if they all had a little fun. Not that more people ever really stopped them anyway. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Your boyfriend angrily asked. “Oh buddy, you’re about to find out!” Severen said as he suddenly ripped your boyfriend's hand from your arm and socked him right in the face. You gasped and cringed at the sound of what had to be his nose breaking. Severen then let out an enthusiastic howl as he proceeded to press his boot to your boyfriend's throat and lean down. “Well now, this seems pretty funny to me!” Severen said to him, a sadistic grin on his face. He then looked up at Jesse. “What do ya think, Jess? Ain’t this funny?” He asked. Jesse, along with the others laughed. “Pretty damn funny.” He agreed with a smile on his face. Severen then looked over at you, his grin still wild but it softened slightly when he met your eyes. “What do ya think, darlin?” He asked you, his voice a little softer, as he pushed his boot harder into your boyfriend's throat, causing him to choke and try to pry Severen’s boot from it, but to no avail. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you stared at him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to speak. Just then, the bartender pulled out a shotgun from under the bar and cocked it, aiming it at Severen. Severen reluctantly diverted his attention from you and to the bartender. “Aww gee whiz. Ya got me!” He jested, mock surrendering. “Now, you and your friends leave on foot or in body bags.” The bartender threatened. This only caused Severen and the others to grin and laugh. Jesse got up and slowly walked over to the door, closing it. The bartender quickly redirected his aim from Severen, to Jesse. “What are you doing?” He questioned. “Just giving us a little privacy. We prefer to eat away from prying eyes.” Jesse told him as he leaned against the wall, sending Severen a look. 

That’s all Severen needed, as he swiftly lifted his boot before swinging it back and forth, slitting your boyfriend's throat with his spur. You let out a scream before covering your mouth with your hands, watching in fear as blood poured out of his neck. Just then, a loud bang filled the bar and you dropped to the ground and buried your face into your knees, just wishing this night would end. The other three people in the bar started to scramble but were quickly stopped by Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae. Severen stood there for a moment as he looked down at his stomach, now a bloody mess. He looked back up at the bartender and grinned. “WOOOOOO! What a kick! DO IT AGAIN!” He shouted, his voice deranged and exhilarated. The bartender went to reload the shotgun as Severen walked over to the bar, jumped on top and started kicking glasses and bottles off of it and in the bartender’s direction. Fumbling with the shell, he didn’t have time to reload it before Severen repeated his actions from before, raising his boot up and moving his foot back and forth, slitting the bartender’s throat. Severen then jumped down from the bar top and crouched down to the bartender, pulling him up to his mouth and making him a meal. The others had the same idea, as they began to devour their own meals. You sat there, your knees to your chest and your face still buried, not wanting to see the carnage around you. Suddenly, you felt hands on your arms, moving them out of the way, then lift your head up. “Howdy.” Severen said to you, his face covered in blood. Tears flooding your eyes and small sobs leaving you. In your mind, you were next. Severen sat down on the ground in front of you as he tried to pull you to him. “Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt ya, darlin.” He cooed, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. Not to you anyway. “P-please. Don’t kill me.” You cried. 

Severen cupped your face and made you look at him. “I’d never do that. I love you too damn much to ever hurt a hair on your pretty little head.” He told you with a smile. You felt your heart sink at his words. The words of someone truly delusional. “I’m gonna take you away from all this, okay.” He said as he petted your head, smoothing down your hair. “I’m gonna make you just like me and then we can live happily ever after. How’s that sound?” He told you, his smile never fading, even as more tears began to stream down your face. He couldn’t believe it. You were finally his. He was gonna take real good care of you and make sure no one touched you ever again. Sure you might not accept his love just yet, but you would learn to. He just knew it! You two were made for each other, he knew it from the moment he saw you.

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[babieswrld]

Severen presenting Jo with jewelry and trinkets made from real bones every time they happen to run into each other on the road(He definitely isn’t actively seeking her out or anything suspicious like that hahaha what) as a way to express his undying affection for her except there’s been a miscommunication and she thinks they’re animal bones which she’s a bit put off by but he’s so sweet about it she accepts the gifts anyway but no, they are in fact human bones.

[stankycowboy]

“I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little… sad sack-y today.”

Severen bends the playing card between his fingers and flicks his wrist. It is an expert throw, forty one cards now lying in the ice bucket at the far corner of the room. He lets out a long sigh. There is definitely a difference to the usually jubilant attitude he affronts her with. None of the ebullient charm, or exhaustive energy. Not only is he distant, he is sullen, an odd turn for one so vivacious. For a long time he had not known what day the dawn sun had risen on, the one that burned away his clan. He now regretted the knowledge deeply. It was an unfortunate discovery, now even when he tried to forget the anniversary, it instead became a focal point in his mind. A blaring sign as bright as the neon outside. "S'nothin'" he deflects, a different sort of edge to his voice. It is not anger, it is not quite irritation, but it does bode ill for prying questions. There will be few answers given, and each will come at a price. Forty two cards now fill the plastic container, and the tension in his jaw is clear, even to mortal eyes. There is something building up inside him, it has been for some time, and now he can no longer contain it. "Can we do something?" He asks in a near shout, almost exploding to his feet. Continuing his outburst, he slings the slim remainder of the pack across the table, hands up in tightly clenched fists. His face contorts into a dangerous rage, crinkling the scarring around his eyes--a menacing visage. Stomping to the door, he leans against the frame, it creaks as he pushes into it. A soft splintering sound as the paint crackles around where his fingers curl. "I--" he hesitates from saying the same words he heard Homer say, ("I'm gonna take the air"). He goes quiet instead, completely silent as he opens the door, and steps out for a smoke.