#As this dude looks at you with fangs. And teeth. And red eyes. And he definitely doesn’r wanna kill you.

[hiskillingjar]

Tentacles (Ren/MC)

this blog is a gooner safe space. sorry for the late upload, i got home from work last night and immediately fell asleep ^_^

day 9: tentacles second person. cw for anime.

"What are you doing?"

Ren let out a barked yelp at the sudden sound of your voice, jolting out of his computer chair and pressing up against his desk, shielding his computer screen from you with his body.

“What are you doing, barging in like that?!” He demanded, his pointed ears raised high and his tail shooting straight and still, glaring at you, looming in the frame of his now open door, over his shoulder. “This is my room!"

"Can you blame me?” You shrugged, not caring about his cowering form as you entered the room, your arms crossed over your chest. “I'm stuck in one house, all hours of the day, I'm gonna get bored, like a…house cat or something." You huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face, before giving him a considered look, tilting your head. "So...what are you doing?"

“None of your business. It's private.” He retorted quickly and coldly, still trying to keep his screen covered, a deep, embarrassed red flushing across his face as he stubbornly kept staring at you, defiant. “You can see that, can’t you?"

"Mm, yeah, I figured as much." You replied, sucking your teeth, your lazy gaze lingering on his tight body (tight with nerves and defiance) before going back to his flushed face, not totally hating what you were seeing. "Can I see?"

With the way Ren’s tail bristled and puffed up, like that of a grumpy cat, you guessed that he was trying to appear angry, or at the very least, like he was something, someone you shouldn’t mess around with.

But you were pretty bored. And you liked messing around. 

“No. I told you, it’s private." He shot back in a hiss, ears lowering quickly. “Pervert."

You let out a scoffed laugh and rolled your eyes, nodding towards the screen which was still playing the video he was watching.

"I’m the pervert? You're the one watching hentai, aren’t you?” You said, your eyes narrowing slightly. “What, you’re really too embarrassed to show me?”

An intense, mortified flush immediately shot across his face at that correct accusation, his ears lowering sheepishly, and his tail drooping down into a sad, limp sway, as he keened back against his desk, trying to hide it even more.

“Th- That’s not-” He started to protest, trying to defend himself, but he quickly closed his mouth, realizing there was little he could say.

Oh no. You didn’t totally hate that at all.

You smirked lightly, stepping forward into the warmth and the soft glow of his bedroom.

"I'm not a prude, Ren,” You murmured quietly, trying to encourage him out of his shy posturing. “Even if you try and make me out as one. I have watched porn before, even some of the lame shit you’ve watched."

Ren’s ears perked up slightly, though his expression didn’t give away anything but persistent discomfort, watching you approach and encroach into his personal space. He made no effort to move away from the desk, either, just staring at you with a conflicted expression, like he was waiting to pounce or flee, if he had to.

"Why do I find that hard to believe..." He muttered through a slight sneer, his lip curling around his fangs..

"Because you're a close-minded prick?" You suggested, raising your brow. “Who thinks I can’t possibly also be a pervert because I’m not putting out to you, twenty-four-seven?”

Ren’s ears lowered again at the accusation, his lip jutting out in a pouted frown, staring at you with an expression that was halfway between shame and outrage.

"Come on, dude, just show me.” You said, giving him an exasperated, if fond smirk, taking one final step towards him, your hands positioning either side of his skinny hips, almost pinning him down to the desk. “What are you so shy for? As long as it's not anything gross or creepy, it'll just be funny."

"Funny.” Ren pouted slightly with another eye roll, though he didn’t seem to mind you being so close to him. Maybe he even liked it a little, something you sensed as his tail worked its way around your thigh, comfortable in molding to your body. “So, you're just gonna laugh at me, then."

"Probably.” You shrugged and nodded, your honesty making him scoff. “But you're a big boy, aren’t you? I think you can tolerate me teasing you a little..."

"Haha, that's very reassuring...” Ren huffed out sarcastically, before he let out another sigh, idly biting his lip for a moment, and sank back into the computer chair, letting you get a full look of what he was watching.

"...Jesus, dude."

The screen was filled with a mass of animated tentacles, pink and fleshy and phallic, wrapped around and invading a cast of anime girls in elaborate outfits, frames changing every few seconds to a new bulging body part, a new angle of invasion, or pornographic expression to keep things interesting for the viewer. 

It was absolutely repulsive and deeply hedonistic.

And while you felt next to nothing at the animated display (and you rarely ever did with porn anyway), Ren was sinking more and more into the computer chair, his face going a darker hue of red.

"Do not." He said firmly, even though he couldn't meet your gaze.

"I'm not!" You laughed, eyebrows shooting up as the screen showed off a heavily pixeated tentacle invading another girl (with the pixels hiding the deep invasion, too). You couldn't hear the audio playing on Ren's headphones around his neck, but you knew what that sounded like. "I sure hope those school girls are of age, Ren."

"Shut up, obviously they are." He snapped back, defensive and annoyed like a teenager, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't make it weird..." He then grimaced, his hands going up to hide his face.

"I'm not making it weird when it is weird," You chuckled, idly leaning against the arm of his computer chair, still watching the screen. "Own your weirdness, dude, it’ll make you way happier in the long run."

"Ugh, I hate you…" He whined under his breath.

"You were the one who kidnapped me," You reminded him with a roll of your eyes (not mentioning that you were the one who chose to stay when he offered you your freedom). "You're not even going to talk me through it? Not going to explain your sick and twisted perversions to me?"

“…Do I really have to?” He muttered, his face still hidden behind his hands. 

"Mm...I might make it worth your while if you do," You offered, moving to perch yourself on the computer chair with him, your hands sinking down to his lap. “You get what I mean?” Ren’s breath hitched slightly and his ears shot up at the touch, his body going tense. He slowly lowered his hands to look at you again, surprised, and his face an even brighter shade of red.

You were probably being pretty bold for someone who never put out. 

But…you were bored, and you wanted attention. And this was an easy way to get it.

"Tell me," You said encouragingly, your hands toying with the toggle of his jogging bottoms, feeling the bulging heat beneath it. "I'm...genuinely interested."

A noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine left his throat at your touch, his hips reflexively twitching forwads, his tail flicking against your back as his wide eyes looked forward to meet your gaze, his mind clearly struggling to process the situation and why you were doing any of this.

“About…what exactly?” He squeaked out, his voice cracking a little bit as his face went impossibly redder.

"About, uh," You turned towards the screen and squinted at the title of the video. "Magical Girl Group Destroyed by Tentacles. Obviously."

“Right….” Ren whimpered out through another grimace (embarrassed at the video’s title, maybe), his hips involuntarily bucking up against your hand as he looked at the screen, his hands gripping the arms of the computer chair so hard, his knuckles were white. “I- It’s just…” He started to explain hesitantly, his voice a little breathless and his expression hot and humiliated. "I...ah, I like cute girls...?"

"Yeah, I figured that much out," You mumbled in a sarcastic drawl, leaning in and bringing your mouth closer to his ear and prying down the front of his joggers where his uncovered cock was drooling pre already. "Don't like them enough to feel bad about them being destroyed though, huh?"

“I- It’s just…fantasy, ah,”  He said through a strangled moan, his head falling back as he let you work, your fist gripping his cock tightly and moving up and down, working him to full and painful harness. “I’d never…mm, I’d never actually do that to someone…” His own hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter and his hips lifting slightly to allow you better access to work with him.

"Well, yeah, it's impossible." You said with a little snort, dragging your thumb over the beading slit of his cock. "But you'd like something in close approximation, wouldn't you?"

“I- I…ah…n- no.” Ren protested between breathless gasps, his body trembling slightly and his whole expression was one of flustered humiliation as you continued to work him over.

"Don't lieeee~" You cooed, your hand moving a little quicker, working the twitching length of his cock, all the way to his swelled knot and back up again. "You wouldn't like a cute girl, tied up and helpless and begging for you to be gentle with her while you invade every hole with whatever you’re able to?"

“Th- That doesn’t count…!" He protested feebly, his head falling back against the chair again as he squirmed and rocked his hips against your touch, his breath leaving him in quiet, shaky gasps. ”That’s…ah, totally normal…”

"No, it isn’t, you little creep," You murmured softly, nestling against the soft fluff of his ears and his hair, taking in his scent. “Most guys don’t want to torture a girl until she’s cumming her brains out…maybe you’re the only guy in the world who likes this shit, ever thought about that?

A full-body shiver ran up his spine, his tail curling up against your back as his grip on the arms of the chair grew even tighter, his whole body trembling now.

“Shut up, ah, god,” He huffed, barely getting the words out between quiet moans and shuddering breaths. “Why are you so fucking a-annoyinggguh… ” 

He was losing it. And that was incredibly hot.

"You gonna come, Ren?” You teased, giving his ear a little nip. “God, I barely touched you. Behaving like a real vigrin, huh?~" 

“Don’t mock me,” He whined (complaining, not pleading, giving no vulnerability away), his body trembling even more now as you held him tighter, his cheeks flushing dark in embarrassment, though he didn’t try to move away. “F- Faster…please..” he added, his voice a pitiful gasp.

You let out a soft 'tsk' with a smug giggle, but you did as he asked you.

“God, this is so not fair…” He mumbled, his body shaking with need, his eyes tightly shut and his legs spreading (your own thrown over his leg, to make the position comfortable). “Mmh, please, please, please don’t stop…”

"So needy," You remarked, pressing closer, your free arm sliding around his shoulders "Almost too needy...maybe you should stop rotting your brain with so much porn, hm?"

“Shut up, don’t talk about it-” He protested weakly, though he couldn’t conceal the desperate trembling and whining from his voice. “God, I hate you so much…”

"Hmph," You smirked, pressing your lips against his neck. "So, you're gonna let me go, then? Since you hate me sooo much..."

“Shut up!” He protested, his head rolling to the side to give you more space to kiss along his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. “I can still hate you and want you to stay!”

"I thought so," You murmured with a smile, giving his neck another kiss. "We're really gonna have to do something about all this porn, though...aren't we?"

“Hah…ah…I’m not promising anything…” He answered breathlessly, his ears laying back as he arched his back, pressing his neck more into your kisses. “Close, ngh don’t- don’t stop…”

"No more porn for a week, and I won't stop.” You offered in a low warning tone, stilling your movements for just a second. “Okay?"

“Ah- a whole week?” Ren whined, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading, his hips still bucking up against your touch despite your sudden stillness. “That’s way too long, come on, a weekend, a couple of days, please-”

"A week. Take it or leave it."

His trembling jaw tensed a little, as he assessed his options.

“God, you’re awful..” He muttered with a huff, his head falling back against the chair again, his legs shaking slightly underneath you. “…Fine, fine, a week…”

"Good boy!"

[evil-vampire-official]

…wait why not?

It's getting colder the further I go... I hope it doesn't get too cold...

[plainclothesdisaster]

Red Knight Chapter 2 - Dead End

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

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No way Jason was going to call that number. He was busy with Black Mask. So long as there was no trouble, he didn’t need to get involved in meta business. And he certainly didn’t need help from one. He was absolutely fine.

He could have told Bruce and the others to keep an eye out, but what would he have said? Be on the lookout for a generic dude who can tell if you died? Yeah, not worth ringing alarm bells. He went back to his work.

Days later when Jason shot a would-be robber in the leg, he was totally calm. Weeks later when he pushed a rival crime boss off the back of a moving truck— definitely still keeping it together. A month later when he held one of Joker’s pawns by the head and smashed his skull to the cement again and again and again and the rage roared like an ocean in his ears— okay maybe he was missing the easy peace he’d enjoyed those first few days after confronting that stranger in the alley. He’d gotten so used to the rage that he’d forgotten what it was like to live without it.

Back in his apartment that night Jason scrubbed the blood off his hands. He didn’t think about the crumpled receipt he’d stashed in a kitchen drawer a month ago and hadn’t dared look at since.

As he laid down to try to sleep he could still feel the new weight in his chest but now an old anger clawed at it again like a ravenous beast. Uncomfortably aware of it now, like when someone reminds you you’re breathing. What had that stranger done to him?

That doesn’t mean we’re totally human either.

We’re.

Jason felt different since coming back from the dead, that was obvious. But taking a dip in the Pit didn’t make people metas. Not like that guy. Jason couldn’t walk through walls or disappear. At least he didn’t think he could.

He thought of the stranger’s— of Danny’s easy cheeky smile. Totally unthreatened. Jason’s heart twisted with rage and something else.

He pushed himself out of bed and got suited up again. No use laying here with his blood on fire. The chill of the empty streets would have to serve as a balm.

Later he’d blame his carelessness on his frazzled state of mind. But regardless of the cause, Black Mask’s goons caught him in their trap with maddening ease. One minute he was following a mark on the street, the next he was jumped from behind, tied up, knocked out.

He came back to consciousness in a small windowless room, tied to a chair with a hefty amount of rope. The sharp tang of metal and the weight of sweat hung in the air. Three goons with guns hovered over him. They’d taken his helmet but left the domino mask. So considerate of them.

“We’ve got some questions for you,” the head goon said, smiling with stained teeth.

Jason’s vision went red. Rage, rage, rage. There was no room for thoughts in his head, only the loud wailing of his anger. These goons were dead, deader than dead. Except at this rate so would he.

He felt a gun to press into his temple. He bared his teeth. Anger howled within him. The guy was talking but Jason didn’t hear their questions, he just wanted to kill them.

Then suddenly the howling stopped. A familiar quietude settled beneath his heart. It took his eyes a moment to focus and then he saw him there, inexplicably also inside the safe room, standing behind the goons. The stranger from the alley. Danny.

“I was starting to think you’d never call.” Danny smiled, all sunshine. What the fuck. How was he here?

His captors turned with a variety of shouts, guns out and primed against the new intruder. Danny didn’t react. He didn’t take his eyes off Jason.

“I didn’t.” Jason breathed. It felt like his heart had stopped.

“You’re like me. I never expected you to.” Jason caught a flash of fangs under Danny’s lips and his pulse skipped. “Good thing I was in the area.”

Then a goon grabbed for Danny’s arm. Jason half-shouted a warning but Danny was quicker. He nailed his assailant with a fist to the chest that sent him smashing back into the wall. The second thug swung his gun around and got a shot off. Jason swore it hit Danny in the leg but Danny didn’t flinch. Instead grabbed the gun and kneed the guy in the stomach so hard it lifted him off the ground. Danny turned just as the head good aimed a shot right between his eyes. Gunfire. Jason braced for the blood splatter, but it didn’t come. Instead Danny grabbed the guy by the throat and slammed him to the floor. The goons didn’t move.

When Danny looked back up at Jason his eyes glowed with that same ethereal intensity he saw before. Jason felt a thrum of energy from deep within him like a second pulse. Like calling to like.

He stared mutely as Danny rose. He should have been dead twice over. A foreign reverence leapt to the forefront of Jason’s mind, he didn’t know from where. Who the hell was this guy?

“You wanna get out of here?” Danny asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

Danny didn’t hesitate. He touched Jason on the shoulder and the ropes fell off him with the same slippery feeling he had when Danny had put a hand through his chest. He lead him through the door (literally through it) and out onto the street where a motorcycle waited.

Danny tossed Jason the keys.

“See ya round?” Danny turned to walk off. Like he’d just run an errand and not shown up out of nowhere in the middle of the night and beaten half the life out of some of the Narrows’ meanest thugs.

“Wait.” Jason stopped him. “What the hell is up with the guardian angel act? Who the fuck are you? What did you do to me?”

Danny turned back and smiled. “You want to get something to eat?”

//

Danny didn’t start talking again until they were seated across from each other in a booth at a 24 hour diner, two steaming cups of coffee between them. Jason had begrudgingly acquiesced to the offer of food. He guessed it was somewhat better than having this conversation at gunpoint. Not like that would have worked anyway, judging by how it went last time. This, at least, might get him some answers

“So, you died right?” Danny began.

Jason’s grip tightened on the handle of his mug. “You are supposed to be the one answering questions.”

“And I will! But you’re going to have to help me understand a bit too. You’re a unique case.”

Jason didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. “Yeah I died," he huffed. "Didn’t stick though.”

“How?”

Jason raised an eyebrow. He half expected Danny to know all about his death, seeing as he seemed to know so much else about him.

“A clown with a crowbar turned my lights out. Lazarus Pit turned them back on.” At Danny’s confused look, he continued: “Lazarus pit. Glowing pool? Impossible healing waters?”

“Oh is that what you call those pools of rancid ectoplasm beneath the city? I suppose that would be just enough to do it.”

Rancid ectoplasm sounded like another can of worms but that would have to wait. “Do what?”

“Keep you half alive.”

“What do you mean half alive?”

Danny took a big sip of coffee. “When I was fourteen my parents built a portal in our basement. It led to what is basically the realm of the dead. It didn’t work at first, until I went in and accidentally turned it on. The portal opened on top of me, which wasn’t great for my overall health and well-being per se. It killed me but not all the way. Instead I became half ghost.”

“Ghost.” Jason half chuckled and waited for the punch line.

Danny looked straight at Jason with those intense blue eyes, completely serious. “Ghost, specter, phantom, whatever you want to call it. I’m part ghost and you are too.”

Jason blinked. “Bullshit.”

That made Danny laugh. “I usually am pretty secretive about my whole deal but maybe I can be more lax if that’s the reaction I’ll get.”

Jason grumbled. The waitress came by and put a steaming plate of hashbrowns on the table between them.

Danny leaned back in the booth. “Okay, well if you don’t believe me— since coming back have you been stronger than a normal human should be? Faster? Get hurt less bad and heal quicker when you do?”

Jason frowned. “Side effects from the Pit.”

Danny raised a knowing eyebrow. “Uh huh. If that’s what you want to call it.” He grabbed a hashbrown and took a bite, continuing to talk between chews. “The weird thing is you should be able to do so much more. But now that I know you were doused in corrupted ectoplasm it’s making more sense.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean more?”

Danny extended his hand intangibly through Jason’s coffee. He waggled his fingers for show.

“Intangibility. Invisibility. Flight. You should at least have basics like those.”

Basics huh. Dying didn’t magically make him able to fly, of that he was certain. Not that superpowers wouldn’t be convenient, they weren’t exactly Jason’s brand.

“But I think what the problem is is you’re running around with a half formed core. I did my best to stabilize it the last time we met but I’m not an expert in these things.”

“Core?” Why did every sentence out of Danny’s mouth have to make less sense than the one before?

Danny tapped his chest in the same spot Jason felt the now-comforting weight in his own. “Ghosts don’t have a heart. We have cores, which are metaphorically the same thing.

“Half ghost cores are weird in their own right. But yours feels especially weird. It’s like… spiky when it should be smooth. And soft when it should be hard. Does that make sense?”

Of course it didn’t. Jason wasn’t here for a supernatural biology lesson. But that wasn’t important. “And you— what you did— made it… quiet. How?”

Danny flipped his hand up on the table and suddenly a glowing green ball of energy hovered in his palm. “Pure ectoplasmic energy to cleanse out the corrupted stuff. But it’s temporary. It’s worn off since I last saw you. I think your core generates corrupted ectoplasm. And that I can’t fix by myself. At least not here.”

“Where then?”

Danny’s face turned sheepish. “You remember that realm of the dead I mentioned?” He closed his fist, extinguishing the light. Jason leaned back.

None of this seemed believable. Jason had died and come back to life, he accepted that impossibility. But all this even more impossible stuff about ghosts and ectoplasm and realms of the dead— that was pushing it.

None of it changed the fact that Danny knew too much about him, and worse, he seemed to have some kind of power that affected him. There was too much he wasn’t saying. And now he wanted to take him to a different dimension to fix something that Jason still wasn’t convinced actually existed. Yeah, no.

“Why do you even care? What do you want from me?”

Danny shrugged. “I just want to help.”

“Why?”

“Because I can. It’s hard for me to ignore someone like you. Someone like me.”

The worst part was that he seemed genuine. But Jason wasn’t so naive to think that even if Danny said he wanted nothing in return that there wouldn’t be some other strings attached down the line. He sat back in the booth and folded his arms.

“Nah I’m good.”

A hint of a frown flashed across Danny’s face as his response. He didn’t push any further and Jason felt a small relief. He didn’t want this to end in violence, not just because (for the first time in a long time) he wasn’t sure the violence would end in his favor.

“Thanks for the coffee,” said Jason. “I’m gonna head home.”

“You still have my number right? It’s an open offer.” Danny wasn’t great at hiding his disappointment. Jason almost felt a twinge of regret.

He pushed himself up from the booth and left.

Next >

[mysticshadows13]

Day 2 for @dp-crossover-angst-week-event ! I'm a day and a dollar late, you'd think insomnia would have helped with writing (it did for every other fic . except this.)

Danny stares at the crater in the ground. He's not sure how long it's been since that day, that horrendous day, but he's made a promise and he was trying to keep it. He runs his tongue over his teeth, wincing as it gets caught on the growing fang. Danny shakes his head, and starts floating over Amity Park. It's quiet, just like it's been since then and he'd run off everyone in town.

Rumbling fills the air and Danny glares over the town. There's a truck in his territory that he doesn't want here, they're not allowed, he wants to be alone. Red fills his vision and Dan flies towards the truck, getting ready to shoot at it.

Steven whistles as he drives through the countryside. This trip was exactly what he needed, just him, alone, no Gems around. Steven frowns, briefly, before shaking his head as he notices a sign up ahead. It's crooked, almost falling, and as he zooms past he sees “Par…stay away.” Steven slows down, looking around. The houses look like those picturesque houses you see in magazines, but there's something…off about the place. He stops as tears start flowing down, and he looks around: Blue Diamond isn't here, she wouldn't hide from him, but something is broadcasting loudly.

Dan hits the truck, sending it flying and smirks for a second, before frowning and heading back to his haunt. No one could have survived that, not with how much energy he had put in, and now he needs to tend to the next part of the plan. He's hovering over FentonWorks when he senses someone approaching again, and he growls. Dan flies back out, aiming for the presence, increasing his speed as he realizes they're heading for the crater.

Steven climbs out of the destroyed truck, looking it over. He doesn't know what hit him, but whatever it is must be strong to do that. Something tugs at his Gem and he follows it, heading towards…is that a giant crater. His Gem flashes, and Steven looks down into the Crater. He starts crying again, and this time he gets a shield up just as something hits him and bounces back.

“Hey! Hi, I'm Steven, it's ok, I don't want to fight!” Steven calls out, looking around. Hit after hit after hit on his shield distracts him from talking as he concentrates on keeping the shield up. There's a loud growl and a bang in front of Steven, and he opens his eyes, gasping as he sees who is attacking him.

It's a man, only a little taller than Steven, with red eyes, and…

“Is your hair actually fire, or does it just move like it?” Steven asks, noticing how the man's white hair is moving.

“What?” The man growls, and Steven sees fangs, actual fangs, and oh this dude would be so cool if he wasn't trying to waste Steven.

“Your hair! I love it, can you teach me how to do that? I might be able to do it.” Steven says. He's stopped crying now, and he notices the man's eyes have switched to green. “I'm not sure if you heard me earlier, but my name's Steven!”

“Danny. Leave Amity Park, no humans are welcome here.” Danny turns to fly away.

“What about non-humans?” Steven asks.

“I don't want anyone or anything here. Now go away!” Dan screams, the sound building up until Steven is launched back, his bubble bouncing and landing outside the sign.

[engelfeather]

This is chapter 9!! I couldn't add a title here (sos)

"You're hungry?" Angel tilted his head, confused. How could he already be hungry so soon. Sure, he was small, but he had eaten a day or two ago. He didn't need to eat so soon, that would be bad. But the growling noises coming from Xavier's stomach didn't just concern him, but also creeped him out. Seeing Xaviers cheeks go red and him covering his stomach with his arms, indicated to him that he didn't seem to enjoy this noise either.

After another deep breath, Xavier nodded, his stomach was causing him serious discomfort now. "Yes, I'm hungry. Starving even! Can't you.. I don't know.. give me a breadcrumb or something?? Ehh..heh- if you want of course" He gave an awkward smile, hoping he didn't anger the giant, seeing how deeply he seemed to be staring into his soul.

"But you just ate.." Xavier flinched at Angels sudden words, but, mostly irritated, answered "No.. I am seriously hungr-" he got cut off."

You just ate."

Angel repeated, furrowing his brows.

"I ate like two days ago!"

Xavier responded annoyed now, with a hint of fear in his voice. He didn't want Angel to break more of his bones or.. do something worse- "So? You still have like.. a week until you're allowed to eat." Allowed!? A week! He couldn't wait a week for a bit of food! So in the most polite way he could muster up, even adding a friendly smile into the mix, he asked "Are.. you not allowing me to eat for a week..to uhm... Torture me or something?" This seemed to surprise Angel "Huh? Did I say that? No. Your body wouldn't allow that! I'm helping you out here with your.. strong urges to eat I guess- I think you should get that checked out by a doctor" he whispered the last part, leaning in close doing so.

Xavier tries to push Angels face away, his hands merely sinking into his soft fur. God damn it. Why does his body also have to be squishier than a damn sponge

"What-.. what the hell is that even supposed to mean! I.. I'm literally trapped here-! Why would my body even need a week to be able to eat again? ....how many times do you think we have to eat in a week-" Angel was slightly surprised at Xavier's more loud exclamation, considering recent events, yet he rolled his eyes and responded in a sarcastic tone "Well surely it's every day almost every hour, with the way you're acting. Oh please.. you'll be fine for another week or so." Xavier looked at him dumbfounded.

Was this guy serious?

"sigh, yes. Yes I do. Normally three meals a day with some snacks on the side.. if I can afford that." He mumbled, he would just be honest, hoping he wouldn't use this info for some personal twisted use. He shivered at the thought of him capturing humans, just to let them starve. As much as he wanted to believe that no one would do that, he trusted this giant to perform such a cruel act. Looking back up, he expected a sadistic smirk, but was instead met with curious eyes, like some child that just found a shiny rock. Great. Now he was downgraded down to a shiny rock.

Angel gently wrapped his hand around Xavier, who was still floating mid air and placed him on his pillow. Patting the humans head, definitely not to play with his hair, he laid down on his stomach. With his hands on his cheeks and his legs propped up, kicking them in the air, he asked "You actually have to eat that much? That sounds.. overwhelming. Sad.. oh you sad, sad creature with your weird anatomy." Xavier shot him an annoyed glare, which he found quite amusing.

A small growl from Xavier made him hug himself again. He whined to himself, quietly, he just wanted a piece of food. Could this giant not ask questions later? With gritted teeth, he spoke "Yeah yeah, I'm pathetic, I think I got that so far. Can you please just get me something to eat." Angel, noticing the impatient tone in Xavier's voice, sighed deeply. If this meant the little dude wouldn't die, then he'd oblige. "Very well, it shouldn't be too hard to get you something to eat. I'll be right back!" With that, Angel quickly got up and ran out of the room, as if to quickly get away from a bomb that was about to explode. A few, agonizing, minutes later, Angel returned to Xavier, who was now curled into a Ball, clutching his stomach tightly. In a soft tone, he said "Dont worry, I got you something to eat.."

Opening his hand, he dropped a pile of large leaves in front of Xavier. At first he thought, maybe these were leaves used for a salad, though upon further inspection, Xavier realised that this was grass. Plain, simple grass. Was this some stupid joke?

Looking up at Angel however, only revealed that not only was he serious, he seemed to desperately want to watch Xavier eat this grass. As if he was some hamster trying to eat, with their owner watching over them, constantly awing at how adorable it was. At least now he wasn't a shiny rock anymore..

"...A- Angel, uhm.. what the hell is this? Do you think we eat grass or something?" With big, awaiting eyes, Angel nodded, pushing the grass blades closer to Xavier. "I tried plucking the best ones for you.. they all look the same to me though, so I'm sorry if this isn't up to your standards." Xavier tried to find a mocking tone in Angels voice, yet only seemed to find genuine care, which he found somewhat unnerving. "Err..it's nice that you're trying to feed me the good type of grass, I guess, but.." he gently pushed the grass away from him, "We humans don't eat.. grass." Angels mouth widened, a small gasp escaping his lips, surprised by this. "You.. don't eat grass? But I thought.. you did. I mean.. some of you had small patches of grass outside of your house... I thought you ate the grass from there."

Xavier shook his head in disbelief, did this guy know nothing about humans? Considering he seemed to only visit his world to torment the people there, that seemed to be true. "Those are gardens.. yes, some plant vegetables or fruits in their gardens, but they don't have them to eat the grass from there." Angel seemed to be genuinely upset by this and took away the grass. He let out a small snarl "I only wanted to help. What do you eat then, human." Xavier responded in a more friendly way, lest he anger the giant.. again. "Well, all sorts of things.. fruits, vegetables, meat and, yes, even things that are cooked, fried or what not." Angel stared at him, as if he had just revealed some dark secret humans had, before bursting out laughing, causing Xavier to flinch and stiffen up.

"You- hah.. you eat meat!? Hahaha! Look at your scrawny form! As if you could hunt animals! That's something I'd love to watch, watching you run around and fail to hunt even the simplest animals! You can barely even catch up to animals like rabbits and you're telling me you eat meat!" Xavier frowned at the mocking comments being made about him, not that they were necessarily wrong, but at least he didn't chase after helpless people that were barely a dusk speck compared to him.

His stomach grumbled again, seemed like he wasn't the only one who was annoyed by Angel. "Can you not give me some of the left over curry? Unless you already ate everything..-" Angel stopped laughing and went back to staring Xavier down. "No, I threw it away after you landed in my food. No offence, but I don't want your dirty germs all over my food."

As if you care about cleanliness.

Xavier thought, side eying Angels dirty room. With a heavy sigh, he looked back up to Angel "Could you.. perhaps cook me something?" Angel looked away, finally averting his gaze "I don't have any food right now.. I mean.. I only buy food when I want to cook something, so currently I have no food available.. ehe-" In a dramatic fashion, Xavier let himself fall on his back. "But.." Angel said slowly, "I could go out and get some food.." Xaviers mood lifted slightly, he could wait a little longer if that meant he would get some dinner soon. "However, you're coming with me. I am not getting food you can't eat in the end. That would just be a waste of product." Well there went his good mood. "Come.. with you? Outside where other giants like you are? ....no thanks. I'd much rather stay here." the giant placed a finger against his chin "You're not wrong.. I don't need them to know you exist, not that they run away screaming or something.." Angel mumbled.

Xavier thought Angel misspoke "Wait what? 'Run away screaming' why? Why would they do that" Angel nervously chuckled and looked away. Tripping over his words, he answered "Ehh.. Ehe, let's just say, they ...well uhm.. f.. fear you guys. Your whole world to be precise. Honestly anything that isn't from their world. We.. err aren't allowed to exit our world either. So it's best if no one finds out about your existence here." Xavier just looked at Angel as if he just told the most obscure and bizarre story ever. "Are you fucking with me right now?" Angel raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "No, I think both of our clothes are still on, unless..~ nevermind.." "What..?" Xavier, uncomfortable, scooted away slightly "No, that's not what I meant, weirdo- I meant.. how on earth are your people afraid of us!" Scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, Angel answered in a whispering tone "Well.. lets just say.. they have a different image when thinking of a human" Xavier's curiousity was peaked. "Different you say? Why, what do they think when thinking of us?"

"Let's not waste any time now! We...heh We don't want ya starving any further haha! Here let me hide your scent for you" He quickly grabbed Xavier and rapidly began licking him from the bottom to the top. Xavier thrashed around, trying to push away the fleshy muscle to no avail. Seemed like the giant was done with the conversation.

With a hefty sigh, Xavier let Angel lick him. If it was to taste him or to actually hide his scent, somehow, he couldn't tell, maybe it was both. After Angel was done, he tried to rub off some of the saliva with his sleeve, whilst kneading his chest fluff, with his other hand, to loosen it slightly. "There.. now you're all ready!" He lowered Xavier into his fur, squishing his fur together to prevent his new passenger from slipping down. Walking towards the door, he opened a small closet, where he grabbed his keys and a jacket he put on. Pushing away some of his stuff that laid around in there, revealed a small hidden drawer in the closet. Quickly he unlocked the drawer with a key and pulled it open. The object inside caused Xavier to flinch.

There, laid a gun with swirled rose-golden and white engravings on it. Whilst Xavier was clutching Angels fur in nervousness, Angel, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind, happily taking it out and viewing it. With a shaky voice, Xavier asked "Why- why are you taking that out. We.. we are just going to run some errands, right??" Angel gave a small nod "Yes, of course. But ya never know what could happen. I'm just making sure we'll stay safe, why, do you not own a gun?" Xavier wondered in what kind of neighborhood Angel lived in, where it was that dangerous, that he had to take a gun with him. Shaking his head, he answered "No. Why would I? I'm not American." Angel looked at him irritated, but didn't answer. He just shrugged and hid the gun in his chest fur, causing shivers to run down Xavier's spine.

Angel hummed as he walked down the streets with his company safely secured In his fur. Even if the human was tiny, the warmth radiating from his body made him shiver ever so slightly. He enjoyed it, he enjoyed every moment being near the human, feeding off of his energy and short temper. It amused him, in a way even made his day. In fact, a part of him enjoyed teasing the tiny more than torturing him physically. Screams were fun, but the ability to control every part of someone, to stop them from speaking further or choosing what they had to eat, simple things like that, made him feel even better. He was in control of Xavier's every action and he knew it. It's not like the human could put up a fight against him. The psychological torment gave him such a thrill. He grinned, his tail swishing around behind him. Looking down, he saw how Xavier looked around frantically, flinching every time a person walked by. How adorable.

Xavier looked around, his heart was in his throat. These creatures seemed to come in all sizes and forms. Some even towered over Angel, whilst in the corners of the streets he could see people his own size, if not slightly taller. They seemed to be waiting for.. something. Squinting his eyes, he tried to see what they could potentially be waiting for. There, a small platform lowered to the ground, with the tiny folks stepping on them, getting lifted into the air. Following their ascent upwards, he noticed long tubes spanning across the houses, with these smaller people running through them. That was definitely one way to get around, whilst also not risking getting stepped on. It didn't seem that any of the giants seemed to mind them though, which surprised him slightly. Though perhaps, if Angel had some kind of powers, so did they. Meaning they weren't as defenceless as he was. Just his luck..

Swallowing hard, he tried to somehow back away from a giant that passed them. Luckily they were too busy talking to someone on the phone, however their loud laughter rumbled through his ears, hurting his sensitive ear drums Glancing up, he saw how Angel seemed to be amused by his suffering. He frowned, averting his gaze quickly. He wouldn't cater to his amusement. With another giant passing them, he groaned, displeased with his current situation. Trying to lower himself into the fur, Angel chuckled slightly, using a finger to press him down. He glared at him, trying to whisper a curse up to him, though was met with a mouthful of fur, which strangely tasted like marshmallows.

Gross.

With a sigh, he spat out the fur and gave the biggest pout he could muster up, making sure Angel knew that this wasn't funny to him. So what if that only made it funnier, the giant already knew he hated this, why hide his emotion.He continued his pout until his mouth ached, making him stop. Though it seemed that not only he stopped, but so did Angel. With a shiver running down his spine, he heard the dreadful words.

"We're here."

Previous chapter:

[vlovebug]

Valentine headcannons because I can.

turning and after (I can't find why he was turned so I'm making my own way) and general

(I'll be honest some of these don't make sense but neither do I)

(I'm taking things from other vampire movies and applying them to monster-high vampires, mainly The Little Vampire ( 2007), all Hotel Transylvania movies, and some things from redacted audios ( yes I pulled this card so what)

he was turned only because of that old vampire dude (I forgot his name but he was the bad guy that was in charge of the vampire heart thing) needed a soldier and he had a magic core, so he was chosen with his mom

he had his magic core (power core or something) before his turning.

old vampire dude taught him that stealing love was the only right way to get it.

he was forced to train in many ways. ( fighting, torture, self-defense, etc)

at first, he refused to drink any type of blood because he was disgusted with himself, so he only went off love but that soon changed as he wasn't getting enough.

he was told if he didn't do something right, he would be starved ( cruel)

he struggled with his strengths for a long while, breaking things and bending them without warning. because of this, he has to keep a very good hold on his emotions ( news flash, he can't do that very well)

his fangs would cut his lips and tongue constantly so they had to put stuff on his fangs to protect his mouth ( modern stuff includes foram and just hiding his fangs in his gums)

he has to make himself look more human when going out ( fangs back into gums, sunglasses, something longsleeved or something that covers his skin from the sun rays, he will also just make glamors( magic covers) over himself if he's feeling lazy)

he can heal himself and others if needed (I've seen vampires be able to do that so all vampires that learn it can do it)

all vampires' eyes do that thing where the pupils shrink ( predator stare), some do it on purpose and some only do it when threatened.

his eye color can go from red to pink depending on if he drank blood or went off love. his eyes are pink 80% of the time

he can make illusions but depending on the size it can only last so long.

he can fly ( more like float but it is kinda of the same thing)

all vampires have bat forms ( we know this where am I going with this?)but they can also have a pair of small bat wings and tails on their forms at all times ( kinda like a hybrid of sorts, this is only the case if they get their bat form and go through a transformation ( vampire puberty )

he makes bat sounds (I love bat sounds, they itch my brain)

he likes putting his hair in styles his mom used to wear in BC ( or was it AD?)

he has daggers hidden on his person at all times because of monster/ vampire hunters

he likes to make fun of and torture hunters

he artistic

15 languages ( both verbal and nonverbal)

he can't sing but boy can he hum

has had his core touched and he punched the shit out of the person that did the touching out of shock.

he doesn't use his arms or hands in fights often because he likes kicking people

cries blood instead of water

has a pet reptile ( haven't decided which one)

has a HUGE soft spot for animals ( less for flying monkeys but he still loves the nice ones)

absolutly hates tomaotes, apples, bellpepers, anything with a bad texture, smell, or colour ( same)

we know he has a sweet tooth but I think he wouldn't like dark chocolate (I'm just giving him more of my traits at this point)

he bites ice cream and then whines when it hurts his teeth from the cold

he accidentally locks himself in places you wouldn't expect ( expert in finding spots that get you stuck 🤝)

in the comic thing, he's not seen till he's ready. based on that I would think that He is really hard to find when he doesn't want to be seen and can hide his presence ( how does that work? We will never know)

He can't spell nor remember easy words but can somehow be completely fine with large words ( ah yes another of my problems given to my comfort character)

he has a heart on his chest ( did I say this already?)

hes flexible as fuck ( military training ?)

he teaches spelldon and others he knows stuff that they wanna learn ( if he knows how ofc)

he never lies ( after the movie ofc) because he knows the truth will only hurt more with lies.

can be protective when with people

Mom friend ( mom friend)

( if they become friends) Draculaura tottled his car once and he's banned her from driving his car ( I would too)

can braid hair like no other, you need to fix your hair? he's there with a hair tie ( only if you tell him the can ofc)

I'm done, my brain is fried and I'm losing my ability to spell.

[faccal]

WIP Day/whatever

I was tagged by @simonxriley to do two of these, so I'm gonna do this one and then the next one after. Thank you so much for teh tag dude, and I'm gonna tag @alidravana @tokillamockingbird427 and anyone else who wants to do this.

This is gonna be from an original work I'm writing, a short story based in the Dungeons and Dragons universe following three of my most recent D&D OCs.

It's a little long, but there are some parts I had to cut in order to fit the scene. Hopefully you enjoy!

The High Elf in the middle has his hood down now, with his long, straight blond hair falling over his shoulders perfectly. His hateful blue eyes bore into Akorcyrl’s red ones as his two companions widen their stances, giving him just a bit more space. He extends his hands, forcing the sleeves of his deep green robe to billow at his elbows. He’s tan, not quite as tan as Garan given he’s in the sun all of the time, but tanner than the other two. They both have dirty blond hair, and look so similar Akorcyrl assumes they’re siblings. 

He mutters something in Elvish to the other two, and their repulsive glares grow to vulgar sneers, their brown eyes ablaze with hatred. 

“You vile, wretched thing. I will cleanse this plane of your existence lest you defile it any longer.” The blond elf snarls in elvish, speaking too thickly for Akorcyrl to understand.

A warm voice rattles some sense back into him, Siline’s voice, teasing him for poorly casting a protection spell. Sanctuary. WIth wide eyes and renewed hope he moves his hands, pulling from his memories the exact way his mentor had shown him how to cast it. He doesn’t speak, working quicker that way, as she does, until he’s surrounded by glowing golden magic. A faint chuckle leaves him once it’s cast. He’d never managed to do it so quickly and correctly before. Siline will be pleased to see his progress. 

His moment of reprieve is ended by the deep, echoing laughter of the middle elf. He’s all teeth, his canines sharp like fangs as he cackles. “No.” He coos, tilting his head as if scolding a child. “No, I don’t think so, little one.” He holds in his hands two small pouches Akorcyrl hadn’t noticed before. His blue eyes shine maliciously as he grins. In a flash he’s moving his hands, chanting in Elvish and combining the two pouches before locking eyes with the Drow. 

Akorcyrl’s feet do not budge, his legs locked into the floorboards with renewed trembling as the Elf’s grin grows like a dragon’s. With one last word he shoots out his hand aimed directly at Akorcyrl. 

Sulfur burns at the back of his throat, coating his tongue in its acrid taste. Pin pricking needles race up his arms and down his legs as the moisture in his eyes is stolen away. 

Garan bursts through the door on Akorcyrl’s right, his silver eyes widening as he tries to charge ahead only to be stopped by a few much smaller elves who had followed him inside, desperately trying to drag him back out. 

He growls and yells, snarling like a rabid beast, his words muffled echoes. All his red eyes can focus on is the bright ball of fire growing ever closer to his face, casting him in a deep warm glow. 

“Akorcyrl!” Garan’s rough scream rattles in his brain, and yet his feet do not move. Warmth grows from his chest to his arms, a firm hug which only grows hotter as heat engulfs his belly and coats his tongue in copper. 

Ash coils in his nostrils, choking him. A panicked inhale allows more smoke and ash into his lungs, ripping his oxygen away and replacing it with death.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 19 - Bite Night

Astarion spills a little secret.

On AO3.

Astarion lurches back and onto his feet. Says something you can’t understand because you are rationing your last dirt potion. But this seems pretty goddamn important, so you reach for your bag without breaking eye contact. His gaze follows your hands, and even in the dim light from a dying campfire, you can tell his whole frame tenses. And then sags—less than an inch—when you pull out the potion bottle and unstopper it with your teeth.

Still tastes like ass.

“What the fuck,” you say.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Astarion says. He’s back up another three paces or so, hands still held up.

It looks like a man looming over you with his mouth fucking open. Are bath salts a thing here? Is he some kind of serial killer?

“What’s it look like?” you say.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you!”

“So, what, you just spend your nights breathing on us while we all sleep?”

“No, no. Nothing like that.” His usual smirk and swagger are gone. They’ve left someone with his ridiculous, poofy hair and the frilly ass shirt and the scaredest aura you’ve seen in a long, long while. When you don’t scream or try to kick him—his eyes track to your hands again—he continues. Winces. “I just needed a little, well, blood?”

You’re not sure that translates correctly. Then you’re not sure you heard it correctly. Because it makes no damn sense. Not at all. Gale is the cook, and you’ve never seen Astarion fucking around with potions—you’ve never seen Gale fucking around with blood in his potion brewing, but you brain makes that jump anyhow.

“Why?” you drawl.

He blinks at you. Seems a little taken aback, almost sheepish. Both at himself, and at you, for some reason.

His gaze darts behind you, to the rest of the sleeping party. He swallows visibly. “I…might have neglected to mention something about me. Not anything momentous! It’s just well, I might happen to be a…what’s the best way to put this. A vampire! Haha!”

The laugh comes out as this bright, theatrical giggle. Dude might as well be flashing jazz hands to go with it.

A vampire. Like…like fucking dracula? If it translated correctly. If your brain hasn’t started bleeding in your sleep as the worm hits some vital artery and this is the last, bizarre hurrah delusion as your cerebral tissues wither and die of oxygen deprivation.

“A vampire,” you say to see if it sounds like bullshit out loud and yep, sure does.

“Yes.” He still wears that fake smile. One that morphs as you watch. Twists into nervousness. “I’m not some monster, though. I feed on animals: boars, deer, kobolds. Whatever I can get. I’m…just too slow right now. Too weak.”

Boars. Like the one y’all found on the road two days ago. The one he just left there for anyone to see.

…you could have sworn he was smart. He couldn’t come up with half the shit he’s said to you without a touch of clever. But that seems so…amateur hour.

Then again, you come from a world with fifty-seven new murder podcasts a week, so there’s that.

“So like, ‘drink the blood of the innocent’, honest-to-god actual vampire,” you say. “That’s a fucking thing that exists here?”

“Gods have very little to do with it. Do you not have vampires in your realm?”

“No. Not, I mean. There’s people who call themselves that? But they just dye their hair and wear dramatic makeup and I think some of them actually do lick each others’ blood, but that’s how you catch hepatitis, so…”

It’s his turn to stare all baffled at you. He starts to open his mouth.

“They’re not like,” you say and gesture to him. “They’re just pretending.”

Red eyes and pale skin. You’d thought he was albino. Some kind of fantasy albino that could bask under the sun, because this is a whole different plane of existence and what the fuck do you know?

Looking now, he’s not the same type of pale, though. He’s more corpse-pale. And in the low firelight, as he’d loomed over you, you had spotted, you realize, a set of fangs he’s until now kept hidden.

Man is a fucking vampire.

“But you know what that is?” he says. “What I am?”

He keeps checking behind you. He was on first watch (…that explains so much right now; he always took first watch). Considering he’s kept the entire thing hidden until you caught him, you know, with his fangs over your neck, and considering the way his body language screams, you’re guessing he expects a strong, negative reaction.

“Maybe we should talk about this closer to your tent?” you say. “Y’know, out of earshot?”

It’s the second time he’s ever dropped his “smug bastard” look in surprise. At least that you’ve seen. His mouth even flaps a couple of times before he recovers and slides the Goblin Man persona back on.

“Yes, of course,” he says, sweeps one arm out to indicate “after you.” Seems to consider how vulnerable this leaves you and he sort of freezes. Must not like the idea of you at his back, either.

Well. He’s had plenty of time to slit your throat since you met. And he rolled back when you woke up, instead of lunging and pinning you and ripping your throat like some 30 Days of Night motherfucker.

You climb to your feet (fuck fuck! The burn! Why does your fucking scalp hurt??) and stagger past him like an arthritic grandma.

His footsteps follow a second later. You hear footsteps, which means he wants you to, so that’s likely a good sign?

You stop next to his tent, just at the edge of the dim glow of the embers, and give him the best look-over you can manage in the gloom.

“My people got all kinds of stories about vampires,” you say. “But they’re just stories, and a lot of them don’t match each other. I been saying we don’t have monsters or magic or all that. Just humans and other animals.”

“No monsters? At all?” he says. “How…quaint.”

“None,” you say. “So you’re gonna have to explain to me what this all means, and I’m gonna ask around later to make sure it all checks out.”

“Ask?” His voice goes hard and his entire frame snaps into harsh angles.

“Gale. About history. Monsters and such. I don’t know shit and everyone knows it. No one’ll find that weird.”

He watches you for a breath. Two. The muscles of his jaw work. Then he sighs all harsh through his nose. “I suppose that’s to be expected. Fine.”

And he explains. A “vampire spawn”, not a “real” vampire. Some fuckface named Cazador. He gives no details about his life, no emotions, only what you might call a wikipedia summary of what, exactly he is. But you can imagine a lot of horror around the words “puppet” and “slave.” You can imagine a lot.

“We’ll be in the swamp tomorrow to ambush this meeting you’re so curious about,” he says, moving on like he didn’t toss a psychological grenade into your lap. “If I need to fight, I need to get my strength up. And, well. I’m too slow to hunt at the moment. One too many ambushes, lately.”

“How often do you need, um, blood?”

“Oh, most days animals are just fine. I hunt most nights, but I can go much longer in between, if I need to.”

The tadpole shivers in your brain. You flinch, and notice Astarion do the same. It’s trying to mind whammy y’all. The connection flows between you, and you catch a sliver of cracked and quivering memories, of—

no no NO.

Of fear.

You slam it shut so hard the both of you stumble.

Fear. No.

Terror. The man is scared absolutely shitless right now. And he can go longer in between meals the way a human can technically survive a few days without water. You’d felt starvation chewing through his gut, an icy thing made of teeth chewing, chewing, chewing at him.

“Fuck!” you say and clamp a hand over your mouth.

None of the others stirs.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper shout. You’d felt it for less than a second and it had damn near turned your brains to scrambled eggs. You’re not even sure how the man is capable of standing upright, let alone using facial expressions and gesticulating.

A snarl tugs at his lips, even as his facial muscles twitch and you watch in real time as he smooths his expression out into a pleasant neutrality.

Motherfucker. This, he…this is so fucked up.

“At best I was sure you’d say no,” he says. “More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs.

You’ve demonstrated to god and country tonight that you literally do not possess the upper body strength to pull that off. Nor do you have a stake (he’d been watching your hands so carefully).

“No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.”

“You put a knife to my throat the first time you saw me,” you say.

His smarm bleeds over him like a drop of water touched to a smear of paint. “Well, darling, it was quite a day. I’d been abducted and infected once already. I’m sure you can appreciate having a healthy amount of caution.”

He’s not wrong. If you’d found any weapons on the butthole ship, you probably would have pointed one right back at him. Had he not tackled you to the ground, anyway.

It was a fucking day.

You glance back to the others. Gale curled on his side with his toes peeking out. Shadowheart bundled into a ball with only her long ponytail to indicate she was anything more than a lump of bedding. Lae’zel on her back with one leg kicked up, for some reason.

“Have you bitten any of us before?” you say.

He makes a sound, one part smug, and one part wistful. “Darling, I’m good, but I’m not that good. You’d have noticed if I spent the night devouring you.”

You roll your eyes. “So what stopped you?”

“It seemed ill mannered to bite without asking. Present instance excluded.”

So he could have, but didn’t. Whether he’d actually considered it rude, or some other reason he’s not telling you (getting caught), y’all’ve been laying your necks out for the taking for days. He hasn’t been pulling a dracula and draining one of y’all slowly. He didn’t slaughter his way through camp in a feral blood rage.

And yes, you’re pretty sure part of that is the reason he’s tagging along with y’all anyway: security in numbers. Still. He can control himself, present instance excluded.

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, you been trustworthy so far. Mostly.”

“Thank you,” he says. For the first time tonight, the tension laced through him seems to genuinely crack and give. You think that’s the end of it, and almost turn back to your warm bedroll. But then he makes a hesitant gesture and you stop. “Do you think you could, ah, trust me just…a little further? I only need a taste, I swear.”

A taste…?

Oh.

Ohhh.

“My blood,” you say like a clever person.

“Not all of it! Just enough to get me back to top form. For whatever we find tomorrow.”

The vampire wants to drink your blood. That’s…

“Um,” you say.

Focus. You need to focus.

That hunger. Your own middle still shivers from the memory, and you’d only brushed his thoughts for a moment. You know hunger. Or thought you did (it seems a mewling kitten in comparison to the thing Astarion is carrying around). You wouldn’t wish it on anyone. And you donated blood back home on the regular. It’s just blood, right? Your body will make more, and the guy could use it.

But vampirism is a bit different from a sterile needle, and it has side effects in all the movies. You take a breath.

“Two questions. One, is this in any way, shape or form, going to result in killing me now or in the future?”

His face does something complicated before he answers, “Not at all. I don’t intend to take any more than you can handle.”

Your stomach flutters. This is batshit (ha). Surely y’all could bring him something still kicking in the morning? Go hunting for him?

You fold your hands so he can’t see them shake. “Second question: is this going to, in any way shape or form now or in the future, turn me into a vampire?”

The emotion in his next smile you can identify. Bitterness. His chin drops, casting even the faint shine from the embers out of his eyes and leaving them dark.

“I’m a spawn, not a real vampire, darling. My bite won’t do anything more than sip from that precious neck of yours.”

Okay. Right. Questions answered. You think he’s telling the truth? You hope he’s telling the truth. Sweet baby jesus on a pogo stick, this is the stupid idea. Stoopid with two o’s.

“Can you pass on any other diseases you might have?” you say because you still have a handful of braincells trying to do their job.

“That’s three questions.”

You stare.

He grins all fake; you’re learning to recognize it.

“D’you want my blood or not?”

He actually slouches as he rolls his eyes.

 “Alright, fine. Not that I know of.” He holds one finger up to silence the next question forming on your lips. “I can experience side effects if I feed on something rancid. But as I’m dead—technically undead—I can neither catch nor spread mortal diseases.”

…sounds logical. Also sends a cascade of biology questions churning through your mind. Maybe he’ll let you ask, later? This’ll probably increase your standing with him, if no one else, and that’s a step towards proving you aren’t a total drain on camp resources (the fucking irony). Besides, it’s not your first donation, even if the form and function are vastly different (are they, though?).

You roll your head onto your shoulders. Shrug a couple of times to loosen the tension. Say, “Okay then.”

He actually backs up. Not a full step, just a surprised sort of shuffle. In the gloom, the dead fire paints his shocked expression in shades of orange and red.

“Really?” he says, and even he can’t hide the genuine surprise in his voice. “I…of course. I’ll not take one drop more than I need.”

You’re doing this. Good god, you’re doing this.

He seems to psyche himself up, too. Straightens and gives his shoulders a wiggle. His chin lifts, mask slides back into place. He says, “Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?”

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[eashmo]

Bloodlust part 4

-family reunion-

Warnings: fluff and small smut scene because vamp eddie is forever a horny mf.

A/n: bit longer chapter. picture by me also Max is present, but she's blind (might later write her having hidden abilities as well)

The smut scenes have been making me pass away a little because vampires in general are 🥵😅...... I need a boyfriend.

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“Dusty-bun to you copy? It’s Hellfire. '' I snickered in my walkie. As Eddie was nuzzling my neck, i could feel him smile against my skin from hearing my codename. he gave me that codename.

“Baby you're acting like a giant cat. Are you sure you're a vampire?” I giggled when he playfully bit my earlobe. “You smell good, I can't help it.” he chuckles, inhaling my scent. 

“y/n, i told you not to ever call me that.” a voice on the other side of the walkie sighed.

“I'm sure Suzie-poo will understand. We sort of have a situation.” 

“What kind of situation?” Dustin sounded worried. 

“Just a situation, bring everyone to my house. Over and out.” I said quickly. I'm throwing my walkie on my dresser. Turning towards Eddie, one hand grabs my waist, and the other pulls my chin up, giving me a desprate kiss. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth, causing him to make a low growl. 

~you're such a horny monster~ I say in my mind. He flashes his fangs in a wide grin “told you i can't help it, especially when you are standing there looking like a 5 course meal.”

I scoffed while looking down at what I was wearing, his hellfire shirt,  and short sleep shorts. My hair looks like a rat's nest…. I look like a hobo. 

“A very sexy hobo.” he chuckles. 

“Eddie,” I whined.

“Baby” he mimics my whining. He grabs my arms as he falls on top of my bed, taking me with him. I straddle his waist. “We have time for a little quickie.” he says with a smirk. He pulled me down for a kiss, but I stopped him. He looks at me with worry. I gave him a mischievous grin. ~your going to have to catch me first.~ i said in my mind when i got up and started to run out the bedroom door. I looked back quickly to see him stunned, but he quickly ran after me with a grin. 

Of course, it didn't take him long to just appear in front of me because of his vampire speed. I couldn't even make it to the last step on the stairs. He scoops me up in his arms “You’re so cute. Thinking you can outrun me,” his comment made me pout with a huff. 

He lays us on the coach. His body hovered over mine. I was still pouting. “Now we can't have that pout, can we.” he says before he starts tickling without mercy. I was screaming and laughing so loudly that we didn't notice a group of people breaking down our front door. Then voices made us freeze.

“ What the hell!” the group shouted.

I looked over Eddie's shoulder with wide eyes. ~it's time for the family reunion, baby~ i told him. He gets up and pulls me up with him. His back was still facing them. I walked around him to stand in front of the group.

“Guys why the hell are you armed?” I chuckled.

“Well Dustin said you were in trouble, and we heard screaming.” Steve says, trying to see the so-called threat that was behind me.

“First off Dustin, really?, I told you it was a situation, not a code red, and second, the situation is actually a surprise.”  I said to them,

~ Eddie, you can turn around now~

Eddie turns around, and everyone drops their weapons in shock.

“Eddie’s back,” I giggled. 

“I'm back, guys.” he grins with fangs and all. 

The kids instantly tackled him. And I was right, Dustin was crying. Steve, Robin, and Nancy still stood there in shock. I laughed at them and pushed them into the group hug.

"H-how," Dustin asked. i got up and kissed Eddie on the forehead, allowing him and the group to catch up privately.

"demobat Venom," Eddie replies with a small smile.

"DUDE! you're just like Kas." Mike yells.

this caused Eddie to give a full body laugh. which i haven't heard in so long it made my tear up a little.

"i guess i am." he says.

"When did you get back?" Lucas asks.

"Last night."

"This is freaky." Steve says.

"Speaking of venom, why isn't Steve a vampire?, he got bit as well." Nancy questioned.

"Don't know. I guess I was more compatible." Eddie shrugged.

"this fucking fascinating, what abilites do you have? can you turn people?" Dustin yells.

"Dustin language." i screamed from the kitchen. i can hear him huff.

"Well, so far i can walk in sunlight, control my age, i'm faster, stronger, can move between this world and the upside down freely, i can only read y/n mind and my saliva can heal wounds so i guess my blood can as well."

"i don't wanna know how you discovered that part." Robbin smirked. i laughed at her from the kitchen. confirming her suspicion more.

"and no i cant" Eddie says.

"Why can you only read y/n's mind?" Max asks. she looked at him with pale eyes. which caused Eddie to frown.

"soulmate thing." he casually tells her. both me and her smile at this.

"Max, did vecna do this to your eyes?" he asks her.

with a cough, she replied with a "yes"

"i promise if he ever comes back, I'll make sure he pays." he tells her as he gently touches her hands. She flinched slightly due to the sudden contact, but she relaxed instantly when she realized it was him.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"Is anyone hungry? i can call for pizza, and does anyone want a movie night tonight?" i shouted as i finished up cleaning the dirty from Eddie's Pancake extravaganza this morning.

a bunch of "im starving" and "im down for a movie" could be heard from the living room, causing me to smile and shake my head

I might have gone overboard with the ordering, but it's a good thing i did because the little gremlins shared 4 whole pizzas. Steve, Nancy, and robin scarfed down 3. geez guys, do you even eat at home? i said to myself, causing Eddie to chuckle. Me and Eddie shared a pizza. Steve picked it out back to the future. “I still don't get this movie,” he says.

Snuggling up to Eddie on the couch, I looked around and sighed happily seeing my “family” was back together again. The only ones missing were the Byers, El and Hopper. They still live in California. I need to call them tomorrow and tell them the news. 

~when they leave wanna take a bath with me?~ i asked Eddie in my mind. The light from the screen illuminated his face, allowing me to see him smirk.  “I would love to.” he whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver. After the movie, everyone did a big group hug and departed. 

“Ready?” I grinned as I ran up the stairs to my bathroom.

“Most definitely.” with a matching smirk running after me. 

dull fingernails grazed the insides of my thick thighs, his lips trailed my shoulder up to the crook of my neck. I bit my lip to stop a moan. My head falls back onto his shoulder, allowing more excess to my neck. His fingers reach the  soft hair between my legs. His fingers teased my entrance, making me squirm. 

“B-baby please.'' I whined. getting impatient. He plunges two ringed fingers into me instantly, making me gasp. I start to grind on his fingers. Desperate to have them go deeper. His other hand grabs my left tit, rolling my nipple between his fingers. My arms fall back around his head, gripping his hair. 

~bite me~ I moan in my mind. He licks a spot on my neck and then plunges his fangs into my skin, causing me to scream his name in pleasure. His fingers thrust faster within me as he fed off me. “I'm about to cum.” i moaned 

“Cum for me kitten.” he said as he licked the blood that had fallen down my shoulder. I felt like I was losing control of my body. I didn't have the energy to fight it. I gave in. Letting out a shaky breath, my whole body became tense. whimpering at the sensation. The Aftershocks made me twitch against his body.  

“Fffuck...” I groaned, coming down from the ecstasy. one last moan fell from my lips when I felt his tongue healing his bite while he removed his fingers from me.

I turned to face him. My blood in his mouth and down his chin. My legs now straddle his waist. Kissing him, tasting my blood as we intertwined our tongue. I slowly moved my hands occasionally digging my nails into his skin down his chest to his rock hard cock. I gripped his cock causing him to make a low moan. But he stopped me from doing anything else.

“Tonight was all about you, kitten.”

“But I want to return the favor.” I pouted.

He chuckles “next time, baby girl” one hand pulls me into a passionate kiss. his other hand pulls the tab to drain the tub. He helps me out of the tub and wraps me in a big fluffy towel, giving my nose a quick kiss before wrapping a towel around his waist. After we brushed our teeth and got in our sleepwear, i started to yawn uncontrollably. 

“Tired, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmhmm” 

“Let's get you into bed.” he pulled back the covers, allowing me to slip into bed he then followed after me. Bring me to his chest once we settled. 

~i love you~

He smiled down at me to say it back, but I was already asleep. He grinned as sleep overtook him quickly.

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Part 5

Masterlist

2023

Taglist: @ali-r3n @gvf23

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Fic title- Of Savage Daughters and Sharpened Teeth

The day started like any other Sunday. Midoriya Izumi had finished her run, busy cooking breakfast for herself and her running partner Kirishima Eika. Iida was making his breakfast as he required a different style then the other two. Most of their class had come down, gathering simple cereals for breakfast or gulping down protein smoothies. Tsu had switched the news on, and Yaomomo was discussing a study session. 

 Then the news station went to static and a group of five masked men where on screen. The class froze, staring at it as the men moved to show four people tied to chairs. The oldest was a mutation Quirked person, her hair looking like ribbons and possessing skin that looked like fabric stitched together. She looked to be passed out, slumped in her chair. Next to her sat two younger teens, perhaps even preteens. Both had blue hair and eyes, and both were awake with gags in their mouths. They struggled against their bindings.

 The one that made everyone feel their stomachs drop though would be the youngest. A little girl with snakes for hair and thick glasses around her face. She looked to be crying from what the class saw.

 “Mama! Mommy!” The child cried.

 “Shut up,” one of the men said. “Hello Japan! We have some guests with us today that we’re dying to introduce to you!” He motioned to the tied up people.

 “Meet All Might’s weaknesses.” Cackled another. “My Quirk allows me to bring children from the future to the present! These are the children of All Might!”

 Izumi’s stomach twisted but then she saw it. The two middle children paused to exchange looks, and the youngest paused.

 “G’mpa Might?” The youngest child asked, looking highly confused. 

 The men all fell into silence.

 “… DUDE!” One of the men shouted. “You said you brought All Night’s future kids!”

 “He must have a child already!” The one who spoke about bringing the children forward said. “My Quirk connected to the kid’s Quirk then!” 

 Izumi’s stomach turned to ice. Connecting through the Quirks? 

 She looked at the four children, and her heart ached. 

 “All Might-sensei has a kid?!” Asked Ashido. “Those are his grandkids?!”

 “Midoriya-“ Todoroki looked to Izumi in worry. Normally she’d complain she wasn’t All Might’s secret love child. However she couldn’t then. Not when she held One for All, and not when a villain had connected to a Quirk to bring those kids here. 

 A masked man who hadn’t spoken yet rifled through the youngest’s coat pockets on screen even as the class worried. He pulled out a small wallet, a green one that Izuku barely made out the word ‘Froppy’ on it. Opening it he grabbed an ID card.

 “Midoriya Noriko. Quirk: Medusa,” the man read off. 

 All of 1A’s heads snapped to Izumi. She didn’t respond, staring at the screen. The little girl sniffed, a frown spreading across her face.

 “You’re all mean!” She shouted angrily. “Imma bite you!” She bared her teeth and her teeth were shown to be sharpened, looking very dangerous. The snakes in her hair hissed, all baring their fangs. The man stepped back quick, as the twins shook in muffled laughter.

 “Like your brats of siblings,” muttered the man whose Quirk brought the kids, rubbing his arm. “Anything else?” He asked the man with the wallet.

 “A picture.” The man with the wallet pulled the photo out and turned it to the other and thus the camera. They’re close enough to it that it’s obvious what the image is of.  An older version of Izumi, with an undercut and a much broader pair of shoulders, stood next to the red haired form of an older Kirishima. They’re grinning and dressed in their hero uniforms, Kirishima’s hair much longer and her entire body just bigger in muscle mass. The oldest tied up person stood next to them in a UA hero uniform, grinning as the middle children stand there, holding the youngest with a grin. Noriko held a sign proclaiming ‘just adopted!’ 

 “Holy shit,” Kirishima said, eyes wide as she stared at the screen. She looked to Izumi who didn’t look back, eyes locked on the photo. A family in the future. A family at risk…

 The door to the dorms opened and Aizawa hurried in, followed by All Might and Present Mic. They didn’t turn off the TV, just checked on the students. 

 The entire class was freaking out. Not just about the kids on screen but also because of the fact two of their classmates apparently were the parents of the hostages!

 “So they’re like… none of them have super strength,” one man said. He walked over to the two gagged children and dig through their pockets. He didn’t come up with anything and he scoffs. “Where’s your identification brats?”

 “They have their damn gags on. And don’t take them off they bite.” The Quirk user said. He went to the oldest, digging in her pockets to pull out a wallet. This one was blue with Iida’s hero uniform helmet on it. He opened the wallet to look through it. “ID- Midoriya Tomoe. Quirk: Strings. She’s got a preliminary hero license… Raggedy Ann? Intern ID for… Hawks?” 

 “Strings? What the hell kinda Quirk is that?” The one with the wallet asked. 

 “This one.” Croaked out Tomoe, yanking her head up, she dropped her jaw, exposing sharp teeth and the strings that led from the sides of her mouth exploded from her body. Five flew towards the men and pierced them, causing them to scream in shock. Then they stopped. The Quirk user stiffly put the wallet back into her pocket and then moved behind her to untie her. The others went to the other three to untie them. 

 “Oh! A mutation mixed with a mental component!” Izumi said, watching the screen. Kirishima just looked relieved while the rest of the class shuffled around. 

 Once the kids were free, they got out of the chairs and the five men sat in them. Or four did. The fifth walked to a wall and then with a hard whack, knocked himself out. The two middle children removed their gags before one scooped up the youngest for a hug, Noriko crying as the other went around and began tying up the men. Tomoe helped with that. When they were secure, the strings detached from the men and Tomoe’s mouth became restitched.

 “What the fuck?!” The man with the Quirk shouted. He looked around in confusion as Tomoe lifted a hand to rub her jaw.

 “Fuck that huuuuuurts. Ugh, I need to wear sleeveless shirts. Using my arm strings would have been better.” She grumbled. 

 “Didn’t Hawks tell you to build your jaw muscles?” Asked the twin holding Noriko.

 “Hawks-Sensei can shut his chicken mouth.” Tomoe grumbled. She walked off camera. “Come on One, go and break into the Commission system.”

 “Can’t you?” Asked the twin not holding Noriko.

 “No, this is the old system. Come and be terrifying. Two has Noriko well in hand.”

 “Ah yes, leave your poor brother with the baby.” The twin holding Noriko said.

 “Of course.” Tomoe called. “Us ladies can deal with this, watch the baby.”

 “And that’s on living with terrifying women, even if One is sometimes a guy.” Two said to Noriko who giggled. 

 The news came back, as they heard One call about shutting down the camera to Tomoe. Izuku simply stared at the screen for a second longer, as the reporters tried to come up with something.

 “… want to go on a date?” Kirishima asked. Izumi whipped around to stare as the rest of the class gasped.

 “Oooh yeah Kiri, claim your woman!” Ashido caller, even as Bakugou sputtered in rage. Izumi’s cheeks warmed.

 “Umm well…” Kirishima laughed. “I was going to ask soon anyway cause you’re super heroic and cool and… yeah.” She rubbed the back of her head with a blush. 

 “I uhh… I was going to ask you out soon… hopefully to.” Izumi said with her cheeks mimicking Kirishima’s. 

 “Really?!” Kirishima beamed, showing off her sharp teeth- the teeth their children would have and god was that a Quirk or did they go looking for it or- “Man I’m glad I held out hope! I think everyone thought you like Bakugou or Todoroki!”

 “Oh god no,” Izumi shook her head fast. “I’m gay.” Kirishima grinned, offering her fist.

 “Same!” The redhead laughed and Izumi gave her a fist bump. 

 A very interesting start to a relationship.

Notes: Story would continue on with cute moments and fluff. And the kids come meet their moms.

[athletic-hotties3]

SCOTT X YORK

pt.3

Scott looked at himself carefully in the mirror and then back down at his body. He stood there naked in his dorm room with a band of red silk around his throat, a cheap party city devil mask on his face, and a thick red plug with a hexagonal base wedged deep into his ass. Looking back up at the mirror he watched a reality much different than his own. In the mirror he was shown to have jet black hair, fangs instead of normal teeth and his eyes glowed a deep red. He wore a tight fitting leather crew neck that stayed a red leather material until just below his nipples where it turned into a red mesh. Next were his red athletic shorts that were so tight his jockstrap could be seen through them. His outfit was completed with red shoes, a pointed tail that came out of the small of his back, and red skin.

Scott nervously gulped. While this costume turned him from debate team nerd to sexy demon, he was nervous that he would actually be walking around naked. Like what if he was the only one to see the costume and everyone saw him with his cock out and a plug in his ass... there was only one solution.

"Hey Alex? I think I might make the party tonight.

But I'm a little nervous." Scott said on the phone.

"What are you nervous about? It's just a party and if you don't like it then you can just leave." Alex suggested.

"It's about... my costume." Scott gulped.

"Dude you will be fine. Everyone is going all out and it's Halloween so it would be even weirder if you showed up without one." Alex encouraged

"But it's just... it's just a little revealing." Scott bashfully admitted.

"Dudeeee finally." Alex moaned.

"Alex what?" Scott responded confused.

"You haven't gone out all year and I was wondering if you were a prude or something." Alex joked.

"Can you just tell me if this looks good? I'm sending you a pic." Scott asked.

"Sure bro." Alex said.

Scott snapped a selfie of him in his dorm. It was hard to get the whole outfit in but from the angle he took it from you could see pretty much everything.

Nervously he hit send.

"Dude that looks sick as fuck! And hey your gonna be pulling people in that outfit tonight so don't expect to be standing in the corner alone." Alex

"Wait really?" Scott replied.

"Yea! And how did you even get your skin to be that color?" Alex asked.

"It's magic LMAOO." Scott responded.

"Ok fine don't tell me your secret. I'll see you there." Alex said before hanging up the phone.

Scott let out a big sigh of relief. Looking in the mirror one last time he grabbed a jacket from his closet and headed out the door.

As he walked down the campus streets he could feel the cold night air on his skin. Especially his cock which was now swinging free and bare in the air. Scott passed a puddle and looked at his reflection just in case and in fact did see that he was still wearing his tight shorts brought on upon the magic choker he was wearing. He hugged himself, shivering from the cold in his debate team jacket as he arrived on the front lawn of TRI PHI.

He could hear the music blasting from inside.

What Alex said was in fact not a lie. People were wasted on the lawn. Some collapsed, some running around or playing games. Some groups were dancing and others were just talking. But one thing they did have in commons were they were all in costumes.

Scott walked up the front steps and to the open door of the frat house. He peered inside to see crowds of people partying. His first step inside he felt the sticky crunch of the frat floor.

"Aww fuck. My shoes." Was Scott's first thought.

Then it occurred to him that the shoes he was wearing was of the magic so it didn't matter.

His second thought was how the hell is going to find Alex in this place? He ended up searching most of the party. Well, searching is an overstatement he really just walked around. Some people looked at him like he was crazy and others looked at him like he was their next meal. An hour of searching had passed and Scott was just about to give up and go home when someone bumped into his back.

Towering over him was a man in all white. He wore a white mask, and a white leather harness that held angle wings on his back, white leather pants, and white shoes.

"Woah! My bad dude." The angel said turning around.

"Scott!!" The man said giving his friend a hug. "It's me Alex!"

"Oh hey!" Scott said hugging his friend back.

"The outfit looks even better in real life Scott! I can't believe the nerd I met in math at the beginning of the year would show up to the party wearing this!" Alex exclaimed.

Scott blushed a deep red on his already red skin.

"What do you think about my outfit?" Alex said cheekily.

"I like it! It looks..." Scott thought about what he was going to say next. Yes he thought Alex was hot as hell but he never made up his mind if he pictured him in a sexual way.

"You can tell me I know I look hot." Alex grinned.

"Ok fine you look really hot." Scott agreed.

For a second it looked like Alex was blushing.

"Hey I'm glad you came I need to show you something follow me." Alex said grabbing Scott's wrist and moving through the party.

The pair passed drinking games in the kitchen, dancing in the main area to eventually reaching the base stairs.

"Come on dude." Alex said pulling Scott up the first step.

"Wait why are we going upstairs Alex. Is this some sort of fucked up hazing thing?" Scott said resisting.

"Scott. I promise it's not some hazing thing." Alex replied with a devilish grin on his face.

"Fine ok." Scott said running up the stairs beside his friend.

The two entered Alex's small room. Alex closed the door behind the two. Scott looked around the room, spinning, to see the sports posters on the wall, the empty bottles of beer and textbooks on the desk, then Alex's bed in the corner.

"Hey what did you wanna show me?" Scott asked.

Suddenly a pair of lips collided with Scott's. His body was shoved up against the wall of Alex's frat house room.

"What are you doing Alex?" Said Scott between breaths.

"I wanna show you how fucking hard you make me in that outfit." Alex said taking Scott's hand and shoving it onto his crotch.

Scott squeezed his hand to feel Alex's surprising large boner in his pants.

Alex started taking off Scott's debate team jacket.

"You really like it?" Scott asked.

"Why don't you get on the bed and I can show you how much I like it?" Alex ordered.

Scott ran over to Alex's bed and jumped on the mattress.

"Flip over." Alex commanded.

Scott flipped over on to his stomach and alex took his large hands and gripped his waist. Suddenly alex pulled back forcing Scott's ass into the air.

Alex took his hands and pulled hard down on Scott's pants causing them to rip in half. Now he was just left in his jockstrap, mask, shoes, and shirt.

"Hey! What the hell?" Scott complained looking back at Alex, now getting on his knees, positioning his face level to Scott's ass.

"Look I'll let you borrow a pair of pants." Alex said annoyed.

"Now what do we have here?" Alex said pulling on the pointed tail.

Scott let out a moan. For him it felt like alex was pulling at the plug in his ass.

"Woah dude. What did you use for this. It seems like it's really on." Alex continued to tug on the tail causing Scott to main even louder.

"You good dude?" Alex asked.

"Yea it's fine it just feels really good." Scott responded.

"Yea it seems you like it." Alex said chucking before taking his hands and spreading Scott's cheeks.

Alex locked his lips this face disappeared into

Scott's ass.

Scott could feel Alex's tongue work around his hole. He let out a pleasurable moan and arched his back. Alex continued to swirl his tongue on the edge of Scott's hole, eventually his lips making contact with it as well. He continued to pull at his demon tail while he was eating Scott's ass. Scott's toes curled as Alex moaned into his ass, clearly enjoying himself.

Slowly Alex stood back up and Scott looked back to see why.

Alex was standing at the foot of the bed slowly unbuttoning his white pants. Flopping out of the fly was what only could be described as the biggest cock Scott had ever seen.

"Woah that..." Scott said nervously.

"A lot? Yea I get that a bunch." Alex said chuckling.

"You think you can handle it?"

Scott thought for a second. There was no way he could pass up this opportunity. As he looked at Alex's cock more, leaking precum, he noticed that his own was the same. A massive tent of wood sprouted in his jock. He hadn't been realizing it but he had been grinding it against Alex's bed this entire time.

"Yea i got it." Said Scott, a wild grin spreading across his face.

Alex smiled then took his cock and slathered it with lube. His thick member glistened in the moonlight from the window at the side of his room.

Scott flipped over and raised his legs above his head.

Then Alex learned over and out his way onto Scott. His cock pressed up against Scott's tight hole, then with a slow push, it entered.

Scott closed his eyes and let out a loud moan. It felt like chaos down there. Good chaos, but still.

Scott kept pushing in. It almost felt like there was no end, until Scott felt Alex's pubes on his ass.

"Is that ok? It's all in." Alex asked.

"Yea that fucking feels great." Scott replied, squinting his eyes, trying to focus on the large cock that was now inside him.

"Ok I'm gonna start thrusting just tell me if it's too much." Alex said as he started to pull out.

"Wait!" Scott yelled.

Alex stopped.

"I wanna see your face take off your mask." Scott asked.

Alex chucked and took of his angel mask. Of course it was Alex underneath, but as Scott looked into his eyes he saw a wild hunger in his eyes.

"Ok you can continue now." Scott said.

Alex started to pull out until the tip of his cock was the only thing left inside.

"Fuck it." Alex said.

He firmly thrusted into Scott's hole. Scott's head went back in pain and pleasure. He let out a wild moan that was quieted by a kiss from Alex. Then Alex pulled out again and then once more back in.

The pattern of thrusting in and out continued.

"Aww fuck your hole feels so good my darling."

Alex moaned as his cock thrusted in and out of Scott's hole.

"My darling?" Scott said. The phrase catching him off guard. The only other person that has called him that has been....

Scott looked up at the ceiling to see a mirror that he hadn't even noticed when entering the room.

His first thought was of course he had a mirror above his bed. Then he noticed the towering figure thrusting into him was no angel but a muscular figure. He had slick black hair and long horns that protruded from his head. Most importantly it had a deep red skin.

"You!" Scott said moaning.

Alex chuckled menacingly.

"Hello Scott. Long time no see. You enjoying our deal?" The demon said thrusting in and out of Scott's hole. Scott looked away from the mirror and back at the real life image of Alex still ducking him in his angel costume.

"Don't act like you don't like it. I can tell you like it by the precum that's pooling on the tip of your cock and how it seeps through your jock." The demon said though Alex's mouth. It even sounded just like Alex.

With a large thrust Alex slammed inside of Scott once more and Scott let out a large yelp.

"Tell me you want me inside of you. Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you want me to cum in your hole." York, the demon, begged.

"Please... I- i-" Scott said in an uncomfortable moan between thrusts.

"I know you can" York said between gritted teeth.

"I want you inside of me York! I want your " Scott said before a hard slap was sent across his face.

"Not to me. Say it to your friend Alex. And look at him while you say it." York responded.

"Fuck me Alex! Fuck me hard! I want your cum inside me!" Scott yelled.

Yorks cock started to expand at the base like a balloon. With one final thrust the base expanded into a giant knot inside of his hole.

Scott started to pull back away expecting another thrust but his hole wouldn't expand that far, it had squeezed down at the very base of yorks shaft and couldn't pull away. He could feel thick hot cum pulse through the knot in York's cock and shoot out of his head far into Scott's body. With one final pulse Scott arched his back in a wave of pleasure. His toes curled and his face turned red. A thick strand of cum squirted through the fabric of his jock into the air.

"Fuck me Alex!" Scott yelled.

Suddenly the door to the room bust open.

Standing there in a all white angel costume was Alex.

Scott look in terror and embarrassment at the sight locking eyes with his friend.

Alex looked at the scene in terror as well. Not because of Scott, but because he was watching a direct clone of himself fuck his friend.

At that Scott blacked out.

[miyaagis]

˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 ｜ 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝘄𝗼

threesome / baji keisuke & hanemiya kazutora

baji learns the hard way that he has to share

+ word c. 809

+ warnings. oral, mix of praise and degradation but very mild, jealous fwb!baji, slight bajikazu, feminine pet names

you could hear the faint sound of cheers from the other side of the wall.

they must be cutting the cake, you thought.

"look at me."

baji's eyes were already on you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth while red tinted his cheeks.

you were thankful pah-chin had picked this venue, the numerous empty rooms allowing you to relieve your needs by sucking baji’s dick while he still had his suit on.

"hmm, so hot," he murmured breathlessly, pushing your head forward and staring at the way your cheek bulged thanks to his cock, "ah… almost t-there."

"holy shit."

that didn't come from baji.

his head raised, wide eyes meeting kazutora's while you continued bobbing your head up and down his length, "wait– shit!"

baji emptied his balls, thick cum running down your throat while you licked him clean.

kazutora stood at the door with his mouth agape, forgetting to even blink as soon as he saw you kneeling before his friend.

"i didn't… i thought… hina sent me to–"

"'tora," you stopped him once you were done with baji, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a smile.

"yes?"

"wanna go next?"

you could see kazutora's brain stop at the same time baji stiffened behind you. standing up from your spot, you made your way towards kazutora, the soft fabric of your dress gliding over the marbled floor and your heart beating faster the closer you got to him.

"close the door, dummy," you reached behind him and pushed it close, turning to look at him after you made sure it was locked, "hi."

he blinked once, twice, his pupils blown out and with a ring of gold around them, "hi."

"so?"

"yes."

that seemed enough to take baji out of his stupor, "dude, what the fuck?" 

"i offered," you glared at him, "and we aren't exclusive, remember?"

"doesn't mean i want to see you blowing him in front of me!"

"you don't have to watch."

"go get on the couch," kazutora suddenly spoke up, getting your attention away from the black-haired man, "on your hands and knees."

you immediately complied, wetness pooling in your panties upon hearing his words.

baji quickly took the spot behind you, getting on eye-level with your ass while kazutora unzipped his pants.

"fucking slut," baji mumbled while lifting the skirt of your dress, exposing your wet pussy barely covered by your thong, "trying to make me jealous? is that it?"

kazutora's dick stopped you from answering him, the flushed length making your mouth water.

"don't get all shy on me, baby. suck."

deciding to start with kitten licks, you focused on flicking your tongue around the tip, teasing his slit while you stared up at him.

"little minx," his smirk made your pussy throb, "i said suck."

your lips finally wrapped around the head, sucking and humming before sliding down his shaft.

meanwhile, baji made out with your pussy, spitting on it before stretching your folds with his fingers, watching you clench around nothing, "filthy cunt, gotta clean up all this mess."

kazutora held your head with his hands, pressing you down until he felt your throat spasm around his girth.

"shit– taking me so well… gonna fuck your pretty face, yeah?" his eyes closed when he heard you gag, feeling one of your hands move to his thigh and dig your nails in his skin, "breathe, princess."

a squeal got stuck in your throat when the sharp sting of baji's fangs grazed your clit.

"stop squirming."

the mix of your gags and their moans wasn't enough to overpower the wet squelches of your pussy, obscene enough to make you even more aroused.

"mhm, almost there," kazutora moaned from above you, fucking your mouth faster as if it were a fleshlight.

your cunt convulsed around baji's fingers as he sucked on your clit, making you grind your hips against his face while your whines went straight to kazutora’s cock.

he couldn't warn you, barely feeling his length twitch twice before hot spurts of cum leaked from his slit and onto your tongue.

"swallow, show me what a good girl you are."

he removed himself from your mouth and squeezed your cheeks with one hand, daring you to spill even one drop of his seed. his hard eyes softened when you showed him your empty mouth, sticking out your tongue so he could see you had swallowed everything.

he pecked your lips once and then stood up to his full height, "you did great, princess."

"you happy now?" baji detached his mouth from your cunt and glared at his friend, barely having time to throw another insult before he was pulled forward.

kazutora’s hand wrapped around baji's throat as he slid his tongue inside his mouth, both men groaning at the taste of your cunt swirling between their tongues.

“very."

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

"Get back here, you bastard!" Cesar snarled, chasing his prey. He was hungry and he witnessed someone make a severe fuck-up. He didn't want to think about it more than he already did, opting to focus on what he was trying to do.

He was careful to follow them discreetly until they were alone, but they heard him accidentally kick a rock and now there's a chase.

Lucky for Cesar, he's done this before and he knows how to catch his victims. No, targets. Prey. Thinking of them as victims makes him feel guilty.

With a pounce, he landed on top of the person. He lifted them off the ground, put a hand over their mouth and latched onto their throat with his teeth and began feeding. He nearly jumped out of his skin when they went limp, but not from the body.

"C-Cesar?!"

Shit.

He was so focused on following this person, he wasn't listening for another set of following footsteps. He took his mouth off the throat, blood dripping out of his mouth and down through his split chin. His white button-up and red bowtie were now stained with deep crimson. He dropped the body as he looked over his shoulder, panicked. He turned around to face the woman who caught him in the act.

"Sarah, I–I—" Cesar tried to speak but he just devolved into messy stammering; he was searching for words he just didn't have. He retracted his fangs and brought his chin together to make speaking easier. Finally, after what felt like forever, he found words. "P–please don't be scared of me! You know I'd never hurt you! …R-right…?"

"I–I… I'm calling Seth!" Sarah blurted out and began digging through her pocket to grab her phone.

Cesar's eyes widened even further. He shook his head frantically, reaching palms with splayed fingers in Sarah's direction. "S–Sarah, no! It's a full moon tonight and the sun's been down for an hour!"

Sarah stopped, seeming to ponder his words.

"Look, I know you want comfort right now and I can't provide it but please, just… don't be scared of me. I–I'll do anything…!" Cesar lowered his arms to his sides, keeping them in an open position. He was desperate, he didn't want to lose their friendship; not over something that couldn't be helped, at least.

His eyes teared up when Sarah took half a step backwards.

"Cesar…" Her voice had a low, wobbly warning tone.

Cesar was suddenly knocked down onto his stomach, teeth sinking into the nape of his neck. Cesar screamed, his mind dragging him back to the moment he got his first bite. He could tell he was getting drained. He started to lose consciousness, feeling incredibly weak.

~~~

Cesar snapped awake, quickly looking around the room he realized he was in.

Oh… It's my room. So then… was that just a nightmare? My neck feels funny…

Someone knocked on his closed bedroom door.

"Hello?" Cesar's voice came out scratchy; his throat was apparently raw.

"Hey, Cesar. Can I come in?" Seth asked through the door.

"Yeah."

Seth opened the door and walked into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"...Strange. My throat's raw and my neck is like… numb."

"Yeah, the numbness is from the Lidocaine ointment. Sarah said you were screaming pretty loud. You're lucky she found you, you might've died…" Seth sniffled, breaking eye contact; the thought clearly pained him. "Please be more careful next time you're out, okay?"

"I will. By the way, where's Sarah…?"

"She's taking care of a simple investigation not too far from here."

"Ah, okay. Can I talk to her when she gets back?"

"I'll ask her. Now, you should probably try getting more sleep. Do you want any water or anything first?"

"No, thanks. Goodnight Dad." Cesar said with a slight sigh.

"Alright. Goodnight Cesar." Seth said with a little nod before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Cesar closed his eyes to return to sleep but he struggled. Did Sarah tell Seth his secret? He wished he asked how long it'd be until Sarah comes home.

I'll just have to wait and see, I guess.

OOHHHH /pos

The monster dudes. The guys

[chaoticcat32]

Feral Bat Eddie 🦇

“Just… ugh! How’d they even do that!?”

Eddie shrieked in rage, angry at the fact that they defeated his well planned, thought out encounter with the bbeg. They just defeated him, in one round of combat, not even!

“It’s fine, man, it’s not a big deal. We’ll just…uh, you can make another campaign!”

“Another campaign?! Another campaign Henderson?! You know how long they take to make?”

Eddie just couldn’t get over himself, seething in rage that it was so easy for them! Those little shits. Luckily, Dustin wasn’t there, so he stormed out and went to his house to cool down. It was then that he began to morph.

It started with him growing larger, and Dustin just assumed that it was him going into his giant vampire form.

But then he started growing fur. Fur everywhere. It grew out of his face, his arms, his legs, his hands. His usual sharp claws grew even longer and sharper, extending far from the tips of his fingers. The bat ears on his head got even larger, each one about half the size of his whole head.

His snout began to grow outwards, a bat-like nose replacing his normal one. His eyes glossed over, red filling the entire area of his scleras, pupils, and irises until they were a solid blood-like color. Wings sprouted from his back, membranes growing down his back and legs, connected with a tail, like a bat’s would be.

Sharp fangs extended from a too-wide mouth, every single tooth long and sharp instead of just his canines.

Dustin looked up in horror, seeing his friend turn into what was essentially a giant bat monster with a curly black mullet.

“E-Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snapped over to Dustin, and he let out a loud shriek, screeching his name.

All that Dustin could hear, though, was a loud bat screech, no coherent words that he could decipher.

“Shit! Hey buddy, c-calm down! It’s ok!”

Eddie looked down at himself, seeing all the fur and his bat-like body. He then began to freak out.

He stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall and shrieking some more. He looked across the room and into Dustin’s mirror, seeing his admittedly terrifying face. He screeched once again, freaking out. He’d never looked like this before! He didn’t even know he could do that!

“God damnit, Eddie! How am I supposed to explain that to my mom!? You’re lucky she’s not home right now!”

Eddie snarled at Dustin, looking at him angrily. He then turned and crawled his way out of Dustin’s bedroom door.

“Where are you even going?!”

Eddie grumbled and made his way down the hall. Dustin’s cat, Tews, named after Mews, picked that exact moment to walk across the entrance to the hallway.

Tews turned and took one look at Eddie, before arching her back, ears flat against her head and all her hair standing on end, hissing at the monster.

Eddie narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth at the feline, letting out his own deep hiss mixed with a growl.

Tews then turned and bolted back the way she came, tail between her legs.

“Tews! Eddie, why’d you scare her like that?”

Eddie responded with a growl, glaring at Dustin and continuing to crawl down the hall.

“Fine, whatever, but what are you doing, dude?”

Eddie stopped, looked around and started sniffing the air. He got an excited look on his face, and began to bound to the front door.

“Eddie? What’d you smell?? Come back here! You can’t go outside like that!”

Dustin was promptly ignored and Eddie looked at the front door. How did you open this thing again?

Didn’t matter. He pushed on the door, the hinges creaking under the sheer force he was exerting in it.

“Eddie, I swear to god, you better not break my fucking front door!”

Once again, Dustin was ignored as Eddie gave one final push to the front door, the wood giving way and falling onto the porch.

“God dammit Eddie! What’d I say?!”

Eddie stomped forward, cracking the door to pieces as he walked over it, stalking out into the front yard.

“Fuck, my moms gonna kill me.” Dustin mumbled under his breath.

Once Eddie was outside, he gave a few more sniffs to the air, snapping his head to one direction.

Eddie began to spread his wings, getting ready to take off into the air.

“Whoa, whoa, wait! It’s the middle of the day, dude! You can’t fly out there right now! What are you even trying to get? You smell a lady bat or something?” Dustin teased.

Eddie turned to Dustin and snarled, looking angry.

“Whoa, ok I was just joking, jeez.”

Eddie put his wings down and began pacing around the yard, seemingly waiting for something. Every once and a while he’d pause and sniff the air, grumbling a little.

“Okay, how about we get you somewhere people can’t just drive by and see, ok?”

Eddie growled, but turned to Dustin and followed where he was taking him.

He watched as Dustin went to the little keypad by his garage and put the code in. The garage door opened and Eddie looked into the mostly empty space.

“Come on, in you go.”

Eddie looked at Dustin and wrinkled his nose, looking at the garage in disgust.

“Come on, man. People can’t see you like this!”

He got behind Eddie and began trying to push him towards the garage, pressing his entire body weight into the furry mass, but to no avail. Eddie stayed put, a blank expression on his face as he watched the smaller boy fail horribly.

It was then that Dustin spotted a car coming down the road, quickly recognizing it as Steve’s.

“Shit, Eddie, you really need to get in there, man! Like now!”

He promptly got up, causing Dustin to fall flat on his ass, and stalked over to the dank garage.

He got in, turning around and sitting just barely in the entrance.

Dustin ran over to the keypad, quickly putting the code in and shutting the door.

It slowly crawled shut as Steve pulled into the driveway.

“God damnit of course he was coming here!”

Eddie perked up as he saw Steve exit the car, his head following the garage door as it closed.

“What’re you doing, Henderson?”

“Oh, haha. Uh, nothing! I’m not doing anything!”

“Riiiight, well is Eddie here? He was pretty upset back there, just stormed out the door. Honestly he looked pissed.”

“Eddie? What? No, no. Eddie isn’t here.”

“Damn, I could’ve sworn he…”

Steve trailed off as he noticed the front door. Well. Lack thereof.

“What the hell happened there?”

Steve began to fast-walk towards the front porch, looking at the splinters on the ground.

“Sure as hell looks like he was here.”

Steve turned to Dustin, looking at him expectantly.

“Uh, we’ll, he was here. Yeah, he was! I uh, tried to calm him down but he kinda stormed off…” Dustin looked down at what used to be the door.

“What? Why didn’t you call me, man? I have a walkie.”

“Yeah, well, it didn’t seem like he wanted to be bothered.”

Just then, a banging noise could be heard coming from inside the house.

“What the hell was that?”

Steve pushed Dustin to the side and walked in the doorway, heading with purpose towards where the sound came from.

“Steve! Steve, wait! you know it’s impolite to just walk into someone’s house like that, right?”

“You’re acting weird, Henderson.”

Steve continued to walk to where the sound was, and Dustin jogged ahead of him.

He rounded the corner and saw a pair of bat ears poking out from behind the kitchen counter.

“Shit, hey, you! Back in the garage!”

He pushed a snarling Eddie back through the garage door and shut it, just in time for Steve to walk in the kitchen.

“Who’re you talking to dude?”

“Uh, myself.”

“You’re a weird kid. What was that noise anyways?”

“Uh…” Dustin looked around the kitchen, spotting the toaster on the ground. “Oh! The toaster! It was the toaster! Tews must’ve pushed it over, yeah!”

“Okaaay… are you sure Eddie still isn’t here?”

“Yeah, totally sure, he left, like, an hour ago.”

“Huh. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“Nope.”

Dustin looked behind Steve, the garage door slowly and silently opening.

A giant bat face popped out, mouth opening to grab Steve.

“Uhm,” Dustin looked out the kitchen window to the side. “Whoa, what’s that out there!”

Steve glanced over, straining his eyes to see and stepping forward while Dustin shoved the head back in the garage, shutting the door again and locking it.

“I’m not seeing anything, man.”

“Really? I thought I saw a deer…”

“A deer. Really dude?”

“Sorry.”

“You know what, fine, I’ll just leave them I guess.”

Steve started to head towards the door when a loud bang came from the garage.

“God damnit.” Dustin whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“We’ve been having a raccoon problem. They like the garage. Pain in the ass trying to get rid of ‘em.”

Another bang, and a crash.

“You know what, I’ll go check, maybe I can shop them out.”

“Okayyy…”

Dustin ran over to the garage door, opening it up and slipping inside.

The garage was a mess.

Eddie had thrown his mom’s glass vases she was storing in the garage all over the ground. Boxes were littered across the floor as well, contents spilled out. The bat was in the middle of swiping a shelf’s worth of things onto the ground when Dustin yelled at him.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

Eddie turned and looked at Dustin, snarling. His eyes were narrowed and he looked absolutely pissed.

“Hey, bud. Listen, we’ll get you out of the garage soon, okay?”

Eddie growled, his lips peeled back exposing all his teeth. He shrieked, desperately trying to say Steve’s name.

Dustin put his hands over Eddie’s mouth.

“Hey! Shut up, Steve’s gonna hear you!”

Eddie looked Dustin dead in the eyes and stuck his tongue out, coating his hands in saliva.

“Eww, that’s so disgusting.”

Steve’s voice rang out from behind the door, calling to Dustin.

“You alive in there, Henderson?”

“Yeah, it’s fine! Just the dumb raccoons again!”

Eddie perked up, looking over to where the voice was coming from. He tried to lunge for the door, put Dustin held him back, not letting him get to it.

Eddie growled at him, looking down at the smaller boy.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, ‘kay? Don’t die in there, and don’t get rabies either.”

“Sure, yeah, go ahead. I’ll be fine!”

Footsteps could be heard leaving the door, heading further into the house.

Eddie sat down and pouted, which was kind of hard for his scary bat face, put he somehow pulled it off.

“Why do you even wanna see Steve so bad?”

Eddie chirped, looking at Dustin sadly.

Dustin sighed, looking up at him.

“Look, you can see him, okay? We just have to fix you first.”

Eddie frowned, looking down at Dustin. Then his face morphed into a new look, like an idea just formed in his head.

“Uh, Eddie? Why are you looking at me like that?”

A grin spread across his face, and he leaned in closer to Dustin.

“Uh… ever heard of personal space buddy? No?”

Eddie launched himself forward, mouth open wide, and grabbed Dustin with his maw.

Dustin screamed, feet hanging out from between the sharp teeth.

Eddie takes care not to hurt Dustin as he pulls him the rest of the way into his mouth, licking him with his huge tongue.

“Eddie? Eddie spit me out! Spit me out now!”

Eddie pushed Dustin to the back of his mouth, swallowing him down his throat.

“God dammit Eddie!”

Dustin landed with a plop in Eddie’s stomach, and he walked over to the walls and started pounding on them.

“Let me out asshole!”

Eddie made disgruntled noises at the struggling Dustin was doing and poked his stomach, sending the teen stumbling back.

“Eddie, come on, man! Steve is gonna freak out!”

Eddie growled, squeezing his stomach to stop Dustin from struggling. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to remove most of the leftover room in his belly.

The longer Dustin was in there, the more and more restless Eddie grew. Dustin could both feel and hear him resume breaking things, screeching, and all in all throwing a tantrum.

He stopped for a minute, and began what Dustin assumed to be crying and sat on the floor.

“Hey, it’s ok buddy. Calm down.”

Dustin felt the stomach muscles below him begin to push him up and back into his esophagus, soon reaching his mouth and being spat out.

Dustin landed on the floor, and looked up at Eddie, who was turned around and huddled on the floor, pouting some more, his face in his knees.

“You okay in there Henderson?”

“Yeah! I’m coming out now,” he turned to Eddie, whispering “you stay put.”

Eddie growled but stayed where he was.

Dustin opened the garage door and slipped out, back into the kitchen, closing it behind him.

“Why are you all wet, man?”

“Uhh, a- a water jug busted! Yea, stupid raccoons knocked it down!”

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully.

The rage in the garage started back up again, loud bangs and crashes raining down inside.

An ear piercing screech rang out in the air, and both boys covered their ears, cringing at the sound. Louder crashes and bangs echoed through the garage, along with more screeches and howls of anger.

“Something tells me that’s not a raccoon!” Yelled Steve.

“Uhh…”

“I swear to god, Henderson, are you keeping something else from the upside down in there?”

“Uh… kind of?”

Steve walked over to the garage door and tore it open.

“No, no, no Steve! You don’t wanna do that!”

But it was too late. Steve ripped it open and looked inside the garage, trying to see what it was that Dustin was hiding.

As soon as the door was opened, Eddie was on Steve in an instant. The last thing Steve saw was the giant face of a bat lunging at him, mouth wide open. Two hands with claws extended reached out next to the face.

“Shit!” Yelled Dustin.

Steve screams as he’s forced into the fang-filled mouth, the aforementioned teeth closing behind him, locking him inside.

Steve immediately begins freaking out, thrashing around in the mouth as the large tongue laps at him, coating him in bat saliva.

“What the fuck, Henderson. Oh man, oh shit! Get me out of here!”

Eddie swallows, sending a screaming Steve down to his stomach, a satisfied look on his face.

Steve lands in the belly and sits there in shock for a moment, horrified at what just happened.

“Steve?! Steve! Don’t freak out! It’s just Eddie!”

“Eddie?!”

“Yeah, it’s just Eddie, I-I dunno what happened to him but it’s Eddie!”

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Eddie purrs, pleased that he finally was able to get Steve into his stomach.

Steve relaxes, the tension leaving his shoulders as he lets out a relieved sigh.

“What happened to you buddy?”

Eddie tried to speak, but all that came out was warbled clicks and squeaks.

“I dunno, like you said he was really mad when he got here and then he just- turned into this.”

Eddie's eyes were closed in bliss, the purring non-stop at this point.

Then the fur began to disappear. His nose and snout shrank back to normal. The red that had leaked into his eyes faded, turning them back to his normal brown.

His wings shrank, but didn’t disappear completely, his ears and claws doing the same. He was back into his normal vampire form, still huge but with far less bat features.

His eyes closed and he put his hands on his stomach, rubbing gently and purring.

“Huh,” said Dustin. “I guess he just wanted you then…?”

“What?”

“He’s back to his normal giant vampire form.”

“Oh.”

By this time, it was night, so Dustin opened up his garage and shooed Eddie out of it.

“He’s your problem now, Steve. I gotta figure out how to explain this shit to my mom.”

Eddie leapt out of the garage and into the air, flying off to god know me where.

Dustin turned around, taking in the gargantuan mess that was now his garage.

“God damnit.”

[obsidiancreates]

AU Where Stede Is Just Inexplicably Yolked, Dude: Part 9; Pinned The Wrong Leather Daddy To The Mast There, Stede

He should've known not to do it.

He should've known not to watch Ed train Bonnet in swordfighting.

Last time The Revenge tried to drown him on Bonnet's behalf, so why would this time be any different?

But he didn't want a repeat of the last time. He didn't want to hear moans and groans and squeaks and think for weeks that Ed actually fucked (or was fucked by) Bonnet until an offhand comment told him otherwise. He wanted to make sure Ed didn't get himself stabbed again just for a useless fuckin' flirt move that doesn't even work.

And he had watched as they trained. As Bonnet sloppily fumbled his way through the moves and stances. As he made a mockery of Izzy's favorite form of fighting.

And the next thing he knew the boat rocked just as Ed convince Stede to charge at him no-holds-barred and-

"WHOOPS!"

"ARG!"

And now Ed is peering at Izzy's side and nodding.

"Good job, man," Ed says, slapping Izzy on the shoulder. "Moved just in time."

"You really should stand up there when we're doing this," Bonnet has the gall to say, pointing up at the wheel. "It's a safety hazard."

"It's a pirate ship," Izzy spits through gritted teeth. "Everything's a fuckin' safety hazard."

And the twat has the audacity to look around like he wasn't fully aware of that. "Well, it shouldn't be. I had it made with the kids in mind. What about it is unsafe exactly, Iggy?"

"Izzy."

"Whatever."

"Well." Ed looks at the sword and flicks the end. "Better pull it out, mate."

Bonnet blanches. Izzy feels similarly about the idea.

"Um, I don't think so, actually. I'll find Fang instead."

"What? Come on, you've got those fuckin' arms, man. You can yank it right out, one pull."

"I didn't with you."

"Yeah," Ed says with a huffed laugh, eyes shining, and Izzy wishes the sword had struck through a little higher and a lot more lethally. "But that was because you didn't wanna hurt me, yeah? Izzy'll be fine, right Izzy?"

"Fuck off," he growls. He begins tugging on the handle himself, but fuck, the sword is in deep. Stupid Bonnet and his stupid full-force charge-

"Here." Ed pulls out a knife and put the handle in Izzy's mouth. "Bite down."

"I don't need that, Captain."

"I'm sure he doesn't, Ed."

And if Izzy isn't mistaken, that is... a slightly jealous gleam in Bonnet's eye.

Well.

"Actually," Izzy grunts, grabbing Ed's arm and yanking the knife back out. "I'll take it, Ed." He bites down on it while looking Bonnet right in the eye.

"Alright. Let's get this over with then."

And Bonnet grabs the sword handle with one hand-

SCHLORP!

Izzy's teeth leave a very visible indent in both side of the knife handle.

"See man? Wasn't so bad." Ed takes his knife back. He doesn't even look at Izzy because he's staring at Bonnet wiping the blood off of the sword using a fancy silk handkerchief.

But Bonnet is frowning at the knife in Ed's hand and Izzy's bitemarks on it.

So Izzy really won this rou-

"Maybe you can pin me next," Ed not-so subtly whispers as he reaches to take the sword from Bonnet, who goes brighter red than the blood.

Fuck.

Now Izzy is disgusted and still bleeding out.

[relax-and-read-on]

Primarch body/physical appearance headcanons, because I do not accept GW stupid idea that everyone has to be a big buff bastard

Lion el'Johnson: Big. Strong. The only one to keep a full beard. Green eyes and Strawberry blond hair. Pretty hairy, a TON of scar under that armor due to growing up alone. Slightly pointed teeths.

Fulgrim: Androgynous. Delicate. Tall with barely any visible muscles in spite of his strength. Hips that are just ASKING to be gripped. White hair, violet/pink-ish eyes. Their body hair is so fine it disappeared, the albino bastard. Slightly asian features.

Horus Lupercal: This man was born with an epic head of curls, holly shit. Shave them off because they annoy him. Constant beard stubble. Kind of on the heavy, fatter side of body type. Think of heavy weight olympic champion. Kinda has an eastern european face to him.

Leman Russ: has a THIN layer of fat all over his body, to hide the pure absolute complete muscle power house that he is. Long ass ash blond hair, blue eyes, fanged mouth. The inside of his hands is super rough and covered in thick callus, almost like dogs paw pad. The hairiest. Will sometime get a bit of a beard if he's lazy.

Magnus The Red: Can, and do, choose his appearance. Naturally has a more coppery skin with his bright red hair, but decided it was funnier to be red all over. His favored look is more on the lanky nerd type, but he always bulk up in presence of his humongous bros. Like to have his hair braided, and rock cornrow. His eye(s) color change constantly, and has a tendancy to glow.

Sanguinius: Sanguinius is beautiful. Sanguinius is wonderful. Sanguinius look arab, and I am not taking criticisms on this one. He also almost never disrobe in public, because his musculature to support his wings is FREAKY. Like, "what the fuck are those muscles" level of freaky. His wings actually molt through various colors, and are usually more grey or stripped, more like a bird of prey. On the shorter side, but who care, mf can FLY. Blond hair, dark brown eyes.

Konrad Curze: the second tiniest, and it's even worst since he's always hunched over and so thin. Look very sickly. Long dangly dirty black hair and HUGE eyes. If washed, feed and properly cared for, would look gorgeous. Delicate in an other worldly way. Can be described as fey, if you remember that fairy use to eat children. Filled teeth, and nails that are definitely claw. Has horrible scars on his body.

Vulkan: Biggest boi. So huge. Much awe. Very dark skin, but like... Not in a "literally chunked in black paint" way. Look kind of centrafrican, think Rwanda and the like. Nothing but muscles, not a once of fat on that body. Get sometime peach fuzz on his head, and shave it due to fire hazard. Best ass in the entire Imperium. Glowing red eyes, but yall know that.

Rogal Dorn: also an albino! Blue eyes to go with the white hair and skin. Very, very muscular and strong, more of a military man build tho. Keep his hair perfectly trimmed, otherwise it irk him to no end. Always perfectly prime and proper physically. On the taller side of the family.

Roboute Guilliman: Blond lock, blue eyes, mister perfect boyscout. The funny thing is, you can keep track of his mental state by how he look! The more stressed he is, the more rumply he will be. Naturally very well build, full grec god, because some people just get all the good things. Second best ass is the Imperium.

Ferrus Manus: Kinda have a native american look to his face. Darker skin than in canon, because again, canon is weak. Black hair, dark eyes. Nothing but pure muscles, in competitions with Vulkan on who is the most ripped dude around.

Perturabo: Average size in height, but my *god* is he buff. Huge. Body builder level of bullshit. Had soft brown hair that he shave, along with his beard. Would be naturally pretty hairy but he's strangely against it. Brilliant blue eyes. Very soft hand, to everyone surprise.

Corvus Corax: biologically Konrad identical twin, and yet... Also, like always with me, trans woman. Average build and size, lean muscles. Has fluffy, poofy black hair, almost feather like up to her shoulder. Has huge black eyes and would look beautiful, but she's kind of uncomfortable with that fact.

Jaghatai Khan: Mongolian. Very, VERY proud of his facial hair. Longuest hair of any primarch, Magnus doesn't count, he cheat. On the fatter side, but still very damn strong. Has thigh that could kill someone. Dark brown eyes, and a pretty round face. Very nice smile.

Lorgar Aurelian: Don't you dare draw that man white. Really dark african arab look, shave his head for the cool tattoos. Golden eyes, on the small side. Muscular, especially in the arms. Has very nice hands, made for writing. Very little body fat, and has a hard, tanned skin.

Mortarion: The most alien looking one in the family. Completely hairless, covered at around 80% in white and pink scar tissues. His eyes are brown with a white film over them, almost like cataract. It was actually a protection mechanism to help them not burn out in the toxic atmosphere. Also, personal headcanon: he's intersex, of the ovotestis variety. It fuck with his hormones a lot. He's very tall and gangly, almost as thin as Konrad. Would never be seen naked.

Angron: Pretty dark skin, but his feature are kinda undefined. Had bright red hair before the nails. Has electric blue eyes. Average leaning on short, but SO fucking stacked, holly shit. Give Perturabo and Leman a run for their money. Covered in painful, ugly scars.

Alpharius/Omegon: the Average Man. The true smallest, even if Konrad look smaller. Brown hair if they let it grow, but shave it. Brown eyes. Features look like they could have been a computer average. Nothing distinctive anywhere on their body.