#Daybreakers x Reader

[wayward-persephone]

AAAHHHH

This is PHENOMENAL 😩🔥

The way you wrote his conflicted sides, his gentle human nature at war with his more primal survival instincts, had me CLUTCHING MY PHONE. Edward being such a sweetheart before and afterwards 🥹 *chef's kiss*

He can use me as a Capri Sun pouch anytime he wants 😌

Hello lovely. I saw your post, hope your asks are still open. Thank you so much for your kind offer 😊

I feel very horrid, just been back from hospital. Long covid. Looking for an uplift. My pronouns are she/her.

I love art, writing, being creative. I love cooking and snuggling up on the sofa with warm cosy clothes, blankets, drinking cocoa and chatting. I love gardens and growing things.

Thank you 🥰

WAHHH I am so sorry you were sick! I'm double sorry this took me forever; it's nice to do something for you too. You interact with a lot of my work! ❤️

That being said I assign you...

Edward Dalton.

Edward Dalton x Reader

Warnings: Some NSFW, biting/blood drinking (the guy is a vampire, lmao), established relationship, comfort, and general fluff vibes with some angst on his end.

(This is unedited!)

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When his lips touched your throat, the world fell quiet. All you could hear was the frantic thrum of your pulse and the quiet drone of news on a distant television. Edward stills like he's reconsidering, and the breath that huffs through his nostrils tells you he's at war.

"I-it's okay."

He tenses and withdraws completely. Dismayed, you watch as the heavy eyed vampire settles back against the couch and looks away from you. His brows vex while his lips press to a thin line of a frown. You soften and crawl to him on the couch, reaching to encompass one of his cold hands inside your warm ones. This happened frequently enough to become routine. Edward was complex and the only vampire you knew who refused to drink human blood.

"I can't."

"I know."

Fingers twitch inside your palms, and you watch as his body stiffens. Edward isn't looking at you now, and your experience tells you that he's blaming himself. Patiently, you draw a blanket around the two of you and shift to lean your weight into his side. Edward is unmoving, but you hear his breath catch as your head drops to his shoulder. Neither of you say anything for what seems like an hour.

"You really want me to?"

His voice tugs you out of your dozing state, and you take a moment to process what he's asking. Edward finally turned his head, his face inches from your own while those haunted citrine eyes burn into yours. He looks sunken more than usual. The grooves under his cheek bones were deeper, and his eyes held bags beneath them.

He needed to eat.

"What are you asking me, Edward? If I want you to bite me or I want you to feed?" He winces at your tone and drops his gaze ashamedly. "You know the answer," You soften your words and cup his chin to look at you. "I'm okay with it, really I am. I'm not just saying that because, first of all, I know that shit is gonna hurt. And secondly, maybe I really trust you."

That tugs something in the man as he smiles faintly and turns his head to kiss into your palm. He can hear your pulse and the strong beat of your heart against your ribs. Your scent, healthy and young, appealing to him even more now that he was nearly starving. Mouth watering, Edward swallowed and brought you closer. There is a moment he looks at you, disbelieving he ever deserved you to begin with.

"If it starts to hurt too much, i-if you feel like you're gonna pass out, anything, I need you to try stop me." There is gravity to his words. If he lost control drinking from you, he could quite easily rip your throat and kill you on this couch. There would not be a single thing you could do to stop him. He was afraid of himself and afraid of hurting you.

You smile and nod as your thumb brushes his bottom lip. It was enough, and Edward kisses you. It's breathtaking, and your eyes fly closed as he envelopes you in his arms. His tongue flicks between your lips, and you greet him with your own. He groans softly, straining to keep his composure as he tastes you. Withdrawing and leaving you gasping, he kisses along your jaw and towards your neck. Goosebumps prickle on your skin as you dip your head back, exposing the arch of your throat.

Mouthing your flesh, Edward kitten licks over your pulse once again. You can feel his body tense and his chest swell as he braces himself. Your eyes are closed, holding perfectly still and trying not to tense - Edward mentioned something about tensing and making it difficult to bite through the skin. The pause this time is shorter, and you feel the scrape of his teeth as his jaws begin to open.

The breaking of flesh was a pain you'd never experienced before. You gasp as your hands fly to grasp his sides and curl into his shirt. An ache spread up your neck and down into your arm. Edward gasps above you as his jaws lock, and his grip becomes bruising. The warmth was leaving you steadily now as you spilled into his lips, your heart hammering so hard you thought it might pop. He groans into your skin, his tongue lashing against you as he sucks, he was losing himself in it, unable to think clearly while the primal desire to feed overwhelms his frontal lobe.

When your head began to swim and numbness prickled in your arms, you knew you were close to passing out. "Edward," your voice sounded far away. "I'm not feeling so well." It was difficult to speak. You were exhausted in a way you had never felt before. "Please." You whimper, unsure of how long it'd been and if you had lost enough for your heart to stop. In the moment, you can briefly recall hearing about humans only being able to lose about half a gallon of blood before dying.

There's a noise that escapes Edward that startles you. He dug his fingers tighter into your back before he wrenches his mouth off of you with a strangled gasp. Black spots burst in your eyes as you look up at him, hardly recognizing the blown pupils and bloody mouth of your lover. You're trying to talk, but your tongue is heavy and throat dry. As you lose consciousness, you hear a pained whimper; "I'm sorry,"

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You awoke to a cool cloth against your forehead. All your senses needed time to reboot; you could hear the distant tv, smell something fragrant beside you, and feel the damp compress on your face. As your eyes open, you realize you are in the bedroom, and you sigh in relief. You hadn't died, which meant Edward kept himself under control.

"You're up!"

Edward steps into the room, holding a glass of water. He looks healthier, his face thickened, and his eyes sparkling. You smile to yourself and admire him for a moment as he draws closer and sits in the chair beside you. When he offers the water, you take it and drink eagerly while he watches. "You scared me, I thought I'd taken too much." He admits while he lays a hand against your leg.

"Nah, I'm just a wuss." You smile at him, and he smiles back.

"You weren't scared, were you?" He says suddenly, his eyes round as he searches your expression. Edward was always relentlessly concerned about you. You knew that this was a loaded question that would undoubtedly make him nervous.

"Not for a single second," you say, laying your hand over his. "I trust you, always and forever." There is something that moves in him, and you watch while he struggles with it. Edward felt undeserving of love due to what he was, and often times fought himself about having you around. You hoped in time you could heal that, and show him that - dead or undead - he was owed the world.

A smile tugs his lips, and he presses them to your temple. "I'll bring you something to eat, what would you like?" You watch as he stands and heads for the door, loving him for every single thing about him, including the droplets of your blood that still stained his white collar.

"Anything with red meat. Preferably bloody."

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Meeting and Dating Edward Dalton

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(human s/o)

- There’s a stretch of land outside of town that hasn’t been touched in ages. It's the discarded remains of a once busy urban neighborhood. A place that's been torn apart and left in shambles after a series of events that you weren’t around to witness. There’s a layer of dust on everything you haven’t bothered moving, like a poorly kept museum of all things mundane. It's the evidence of hundreds of peoples lives that you really don’t have the heart to rifle through; not unless absolutely necessary.

- You don’t know its story, but you’ve come to call it home. It’s the safest place you’ve found in a considerably long time: a lot of sun and not a lot of shade. You have a running hypothesis that someone, somewhere decided that turning the area into something more sustainable; particularly for the new world order of night-dwelling monsters, simply wasn't worth the effort. It's a decision that's left even it's darkest spaces uninhabited; the only signs of life being the occasional passing car.

- Though you're not as jumpy as you used to be; lured into a false sense of security by the continual absence of dangerous company, you still find yourself feeling like a deer in the middle of an empty forest. You freeze at every little sound, watch for any hint of danger, bolt at any suspicion of company.

- You wonder if Edward makes the same connection when the two of you meet for the first time. You wonder if he feels like the opposite: feels like a prowling wolf when he stands in the shadows, watching the sun glint off of your hair from his place in the absence of it. You wonder how many deer's have seen the same glowing pin pricks in the middle of the darkness surrounding them. You wonder how many of them knew that the flickering lights meant death.

- A part of you doesn’t believe it when you see the amber shine of his eyes, maybe because you really don’t want to believe it: don’t want to believe that you’re going to have to leave, to find another home after all of this time. Your stomach drops and you hope that there’s some explainable reason as to why you’re seeing those two little lights: like when you envision a body out of random clothes and furniture in the darkness of your bedroom.

- But there’s no explanation, none besides the obvious, and you’re forced to stand frozen in place as you wait for them to make a move, knowing that the two of you are equally trapped, one in the sunlight and the other in the shade.

“You’re human.” He says in surprise, glowing eyes moving as he tilts his head in the darkness, trying to look at you closer without risking a potential burn from the sun which separates you. You stagger further away, further into the heat of the light behind you, and he assures you that it’s okay, that he’s not going to hurt you. You don’t believe him.

“What are you doing here?” You question, eyes flickering around the room for a potential weapon. You’re safe for the time being, but that won’t last forever.

“I used to work around here when I was younger. The grocery store down the road, I stocked the shelves in high school,” He starts to explain, pausing to look for a sign of recognition in your eyes. You keep your expression guarded and he continues. “I remembered it the other day. I wanted to see what happened to it, that’s all.”

“In the daytime?”

“The only time I have off.” He replies lightheartedly. You don’t offer a smile.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to come here and scare you. I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone. Everyone thinks this place is abandoned.” He tries reassuring you.

“That’s kind of the point.” You reply curtly.

“Yeah, but….” His words trails off.

“But?” You prod warily.

“Well, they’re tearing it down,” He answers. “Everyone’s been talking about it, it’s part of why I came down here. They’re gonna salvage what they can and build around it. Block out the sun.”

“You’re not, you’re not gonna be safe here for very much longer. I’m actually surprised that no one’s found you yet. With all of the planning that’s been going on, there’s had to have been dozens of people coming down here and scoping everything out. How long have you been here?” He questions, though you can't bring yourself to answer him, still trying to process what he's just revealed to you.

- You'd seen it coming of course, anyone with half a brain would have seen it coming. But that was when you'd first discovered the area: when you were still hiding away from every shadow and tensing at every sudden noise. If it was going to happen, then it would have happened already: you'd told yourself. And over time, you'd actually begun to believe it. You'd convinced yourself that the rest of the world had forgotten about the deserted town, the same way they'd forgotten about you....

- The thought of dozens of vampires stumbling through the place you'd begun to call your home made you sick. The thought of them crawling through the streets and the corridors of different buildings, of their fingerprints dusting over your own on all of the same railings and door handles, of them just barely missing you....

"You should come with me." The man interrupts your inner breakdown. The idea is almost enough to make you laugh but instead, you simply look at him like he's crazy.

"I-I know you have no reason to trust me, but there's gonna be a lot more vampires coming down here. I mean, maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon. And there's nothing left around here, everything's been torn down, it's ...taken over. ...I have a spare bedroom at my place-" He rambles, urging you to listen to him, to agree to come home with him.

"Do you really expect me to take you up on that offer?" You interrupt, asking the question incredulously. He flounders for something to say, very obviously knowing that you wouldn't agree yet still hoping that you would.

"No," He finally comes up with. "But you should."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not like them."

- His efforts in convincing you to leave with him are about as successful as one could imagine. You adamantly refuse, blatantly dodging his questions and attempts to wrangle information out of you: information about what you'll do and where you'll go once the rest of his kind start to invade. He ultimately leaves you alone, though not before giving you his home address. And in the days that follow, you're forced to admit that Edward was telling the truth.

- Vampires do start to invade, and though none of them ever come as close as he did, you know that you're running out of time. You have to make your escape and you have to make it fast, make it before anyone else can discover that you're there. So with little other choice, you find yourself sneaking into your supposed allies quiet little suburb....

- He answers the door with a hint of confusion, probably because there's no one on the other side of it, at least no one that he can see. You're hiding a little ways away, your mind telling you not to reveal yourself until you're sure that he's alone; not to mention whether or not you're sure that you've arrived at the right house. He looks awestruck when you finally emerge, stilling at the sight of you before he quickly ushers you inside, looking around to ensure that no ones watching as you hesitantly step past him and through his front door.

- You're sure that your discomfort is obvious, and though he tries to hide it, Edward seems equally as uncomfortable in your presence as you are in his. It feels as though he didn't think he'd get this far, and now that he has, he's unsure of what to do next. He settles for showing you around, jumping from thing to thing as you slowly trail after him, watching as he demonstrates how to turn on the shower, and the coffee maker, and the security system, and so on.

"I uh, I drink pigs blood." He explains when the two of you reach his kitchen. He awkwardly glances from you to the bottles stacked in his fridge, seemingly hemming and hawing over how much of the shelves he should show you, worrying that he'll make you even more wary of your newfound predicament. "All animal product ...so you uh, you don't have to worry."

- He tells you to let him know if there's anything you need or will be needing in the future while he shows you to your room. He flicks the lights on and continues his tour. The room is neater than the rest of the house, lacking the stacked books and boxes of documents that seem to reside along the molding of every other wall in the house. It's simple and barren, almost sterile looking; especially in comparison to the very lived-in apartments that you'd grown used to residing in ever since humans went into hiding.

- It's surprisingly easy to get used to living with Edward. When you'd first arrived, you'd spent a week or so walking on eggshells; feeling like a nervous cat being taken home from the shelter. But it's hard to be afraid of a man who seems equally as afraid of you. It's also hard to be afraid of a man who rambles awkwardly about period products, and whether or not it's okay that he got chunky peanut butter instead of smooth because that's "all they had at the store". Not to mention, a man who's hit his head; and limbs, multiple times after being startled by your sudden arrival.

- Edward grows on you. And, judging from his recently longstanding lack of injuries, you've seemed to grow on him as well.

- You grow on him so much, in fact, that it starts to make him nervous. There’s a feeling that bubbles in his chest whenever you smile at him. It surfaces when you let him touch you, let him feel your pulse lingering beneath his fingers when he puts a hand on your shoulder or clasps your necklace. It claws at him when you stop to fix his hair in the evening before he leaves for work, or when you hand him the papers he forgot at the table. He realizes, with a feeling akin to realizing that you're at the edge of a cliff, that he's begun to fall in love with you. And thus, his inner conflict begins....

- Edward finds it far too easy to forget you're not together. His mind wanders when he's away from you, when his skin still tingles from the feeling of your touch. When you leave the room and the warmth of your body still lingers on whatever you'd been laying on. When you borrow his coat and give it back to him heated and laced with perfume. When he returns home and finds you waiting for him, his unpleasant thoughts interrupted by the sight of your face. For a few blissful moments, he allows himself to pretend that you're his: that you love him back and that you never plan on leaving, that you're not by his side purely out of personal convenience.

- He finds himself wanting to indulge you because in doing so, he indulges himself. He takes pleasure in making you happy, in knowing that he's, in some way, responsible for making you feel that way. It feels so ...domestic being able to take care of you, a bit like he's your husband. It's a fantasy that's broken when you happen to come across another human during one of your carefully planned outings.

- He watches you stare at each other from his place in the shadows. Watches you hurriedly introduce yourselves, shock, excitement, and relief flooding across both of your features. It's a sobering sight, a quick and harsh reminder that he has no “power over you”. That, no matter how much effort he puts into making you happy or how desperately he wants you to care about him, there's still nothing tying you to him. He wonders if he’d even be a thought in your head if that stranger asked you to go with them. 

- He weighs his options before he slowly steps out into the open. The sound of his footsteps drawing the attention away from you and onto him. He watches the panic rise, watches the stranger make a move to run, grabbing your arm and attempting to pull you with them; to pull you away from him. The sight makes his stomach churn, a feeling that's only partially relieved when you plant your feet and refuse to move.

- There's a hint of betrayal that crosses their features when you try to explain the situation. When the realization dawns on them; when it becomes obvious that the two of you are together, they drop your arm as though they've been burned. They don't listen as you try to reason with them, they merely back away and hurriedly leave.

"Lets go." You tell him when they're finally gone, your voice and expression giving him nothing to work with when trying to gauge how you're feeling. He apologizes for scaring them away while the two of you drive home in silence. 'It's probably for the best': you tell him and he swallows at the sound of it, wondering what you mean.

- Edward is selfless when it comes to you, but he finds himself wanting to be selfish. He wants to beg you to consider him: to consider how perfect things could be if you just gave him a chance. He knows he could make you happy: could make you want to stay forever.

- But he can't bring himself to pressure you. So instead, he settles for something smaller. Settles for biting his tongue when he finds himself thinking you'd be better off somewhere else. Settles or hesitating to respond when you mention other humans. Settles for halfheartedly advising against it whenever you ask to go searching for something or someone or somewhere. To deny you is one thing, to procrastinate and refuse to instigate is another. Isn't it?

"Maybe we should start looking for more people downtown," You suggest one night. The words make his throat feel tight and though he has a million questions racing through his mind, he remains silent and waits for you to speak again. When you do, it's with a joking tone. "I'm sure you'd like to get me out of your hair at ...some point."

"I like having you here." He says after a heavy swallow. It sucks all of the lightheartedness out of the room: far too earnest and full of restrained emotion. The moment of silence which follows feels tense, almost suffocating. He interrupts it with an almost melancholic goodnight, leaving you to overthink things all on your own for the rest of the "night".

- The house feels different after that, different in a way you can't quite place. It reminds you of when you first arrived at Edwards home, when he was always either too quiet or too talkative: watching you silently or rambling nervously in an attempt to fill the silence.

- The night he cooks you dinner is a night where he's chosen to be silent. He seems hyper focused on the meal he's preparing: deep in thought as though there's something on his mind other than the task at hand. When he cracks open an expensive bottle of wine, you teasingly ask if you're celebrating something, trying to lighten the tense mood that's seemed to permeate the air as soon as he'd gotten home from work. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and an unconvincing chuckle in response, pouring you a glass with a hand that trembles ever so slightly.

"The time I've spent with you these past few months has meant a lot to me," You've finished half of your plate by the time he's gathered the nerve to finally reveal what's been eating away at him. "And that day when we met the other human, it proved to me how much you have come to mean to me. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to stay together. I don't care where: whether it's here or somewhere else. I just want to be with you."

- Your throat feels tight by the time he's finished, choked with emotion as your heart hammers in your chest. His eyes meet yours over the table, shining like candlelight while you give him a shaky smile, trying to collect yourself and all of the nerves that are going haywire at his makeshift confession.

"I don't want to pressure you-" He starts when you struggle to respond.

"-You're not." You hurriedly insist, watching the way he slowly begins to smile after reading the expression on your face.

- You share your first kiss not long after. You hear him come into the room before you see him, feel his hands on your body before you can turn to look. His touch is featherlight as it glides across your skin, lingering gently on your shoulders before he slowly turns you around, stepping just that bit closer before he softly connects your lips. The feel of them is icy, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your own. He exhales harshly as he takes it in, his body shuddering pleasantly at the unfamiliar sensation. His kisses grow needier when you don't pull away, pulling every thought out of your head and making you forget what you'd been doing just moments before.

- You think you'd be okay with forgetting everything as long as he kept kissing you like that....

- Public displays of affection are sort of nonapplicable in your relationship. Since you're human and humans are considered enemies of the state, no one can know that you exist, and even if they did, they cannot know that the two of you are together. Even if you're in front of other humans, it's not wise for you to let them know that the two of you are dating: not knowing how much they'll trust you if they knew, or what kind of danger you could get into it because of it. You are; or the two of you are, for all intents and purposes, a secret.

- Edward marvels at your humanity: the feel of your heartbeat, the heat of your skin. It's been ten years since he was human and he's nearly forgotten the feeling of it, making it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. Oftentimes, his affection is innocent: caressing you and trailing his fingers down your arms and spine, watching your body shiver and react. Even before the two of you were together, he'd struggle to contain himself: wanting so badly to touch you yet knowing it wasn't his place; his hands shaking with needy anticipation every time you were close to him.

- Him pressing his lips to your forehead before connecting his own forehead to the exact same spot, holding you close to him as he savors the moment and the feel of you locked in his arms.

- You probably have a scar from when the two of you first met, and he sometimes likes to press kisses to it or smooth his fingers across the harsh line; absentmindedly trailing a soft caress against the marred skin and reminiscing about your relationship.

- His kisses have a tendency to be chaste yet they still manage to linger. There's a lasting neediness behind his affection, even when the action itself is nothing of the sort. Although, sometimes he loses himself in the moment before having to force himself to pull away, struggling to stay in control as his desires and his impulses take hold of him. You're an addiction he has to grow used to; for your sake and for his own.

- Cuddling up on the couch together.

- He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch so you usually have to poke him awake and urge him into bed with you. You also have to keep a somewhat nocturnal schedule yourself if you want to be able to cuddle with him. He's a busy man so most of the time you spend with each other is spent in bed, having him wrap himself around you from behind and murmur quietly in your ear.

- He usually just calls you by your given name or a casual nickname. He's not a sappy person; especially when it comes to terms of endearment, so the farthest he'll go is calling you sweetheart or affectionately referring to you as his heating pad or something of the sort. That being said: he has shocked you by earnestly calling you "his sun", making you want to cry with how sweet and genuine it sounded falling from his lips.

- Earnest little compliments spoken out of nowhere. You'll be doing nothing special and he'll just randomly interrupt you with a "you're so beautiful"; sometimes before you even realize he was there and/or watching you. The way he says it makes it seem as though it was something he just had to tell you, the level of sincerity in it making your heart skip a beat.

- He can honestly stare at you for ages. You've sort of become like an exotic beauty: the normal colored eyes, squared teeth, skin with more pigment than ashy paleness, etc.

- You also find yourself staring: safely indulging in the foreign beauty of something you're meant to fear. He gets a bit shy under your gaze which only ever seems to make him even more handsome.

- He's the perfect sketching partner to have if you happen to be an artist because he generally stays pretty still regardless of what he's doing; making it relatively easy to doodle away while he's lost in thought or busy with his own work.

- Parallel play. He likes being able to do his work and/or read while you occupy yourself in the same space as him.

- Having him read to you. Your boyfriend has the voice of an angel, and he kind of loves it whenever you curl up next to him and ask him to read aloud, brushing off his attempts to tell you that it's boring science stuff and that you wouldn't be interested in it. You tell him that it's "even better" and that he can bore you to sleep as you nuzzle into him, smiling to yourself as he readjusts himself and starts to speak.

- Him giving you massages. They're kind of just excuses for him to touch you for prolonged periods of time, but that's neither here nor there.

- Dancing around to the radio with him.

- Having dinner together. I feel like he'd enjoy cooking for you and though he's initially embarrassed by the idea of eating in front of you, he slowly starts to get used to it.

- Since normal food is kind of hard to come by, he probably sets up a home garden for vegetables and other edible things; not telling you about the specifics until things start actually growing so that he doesn't get your hopes up. The smile on your face when you realize what he's been doing all [this] time makes all of the trouble and the hard work worth while.

- Getting little lectures on all of his plants. Sitting patiently and listening to him explain all of the different conditions and strains of orchids that there are, and how if they get too much water they get root rot and this and that. He probably gets you potted pants more than flowers because it looks less suspicious for a single man in his "30s" to bring home a succulent rather than an entire bouquet.

- Getting brough home little treats: pastries, chocolates, etc. He always double checks to make sure they don't contain any blood, yet there has been a few incidents that you're forced to laugh off in an attempt to make him feel better and end his mortification.

- Edward is the chief hematologist of a major corporation: the man has mad money and he likes to spoil you however he can. He takes note of all of the things you like and talk about so that he can go out and get them for you.; since you're sort of incapable of leaving the house and buying them for yourself.

- He undoubtedly gets you new clothes to wear once the two of you start living together; or goes on a run with you to help you grab your old belongings, but nothing compares to when you first joined him at his home and had to wear his clothes because you didn't have any of your own. It's seared into his memory and it's very erotic for him. Like, he might have to jump you if you wear his clothes after the fact because now you're his and he can finally act on those impulses; instead of repressing them like he was forced to do before then.

- Personalized jewelry.

- Getting asked by him if he looks okay since he cant see himself in any mirrors or other reflection's. He always stays still and cherishes your little touches as you adjust things for him: smiling at you softly as you brush his hair back or do his tie for him.

- Remembering to lock up his house for him. He's notorious for forgetting to do so and getting his place consistently broken into, but he tries to be better about it now that he has you: not being able to afford the risk of someone walking in and finding you.

- You may or may not have a habit of biting him and he may or may not find it really amusing. I mean it's obviously pretty ironic given the situation, but he also likes how not scared of him you are and the teasing playfulness behind the action. It also might turn him on a little but he's not prepared to delve into those confusing feelings right now so lets not talk about it.

- He thinks it's kind of cute when you try to celebrate his birthday with him: smiling at you fondly as you peck him on the cheek and make jokes about him "looking great for his age". He probably calls you his gift whenever you make comments about not really being able to get him one, pulling you in and kissing you on the temple after blowing out his candles.

- He tries to dissuade you from smoking and drinking, wanting you to be as healthy as possible for as long as possible. He'd probably try to cut back on his own smoking as well, muttering shyly about secondhand smoke whenever you ask him about it.

- There's something so ...human about the way you tell jokes: so much so that he can't help but smile and laugh along with you; even though he's a little rusty when it comes to indulging in comedy. You have to grow used to his sense of humor as well: learn to love the dry delivery of his somewhat stunted attempts at being funny. You might not always realize he's trying to joke with you, but you get better with it over time.

- Edward genuinely can't remember what it's like to be human so he occasionally asks you little open ended questions in your more quieter moments together: questioning how your mind or body works, asking about your fears and emotions, etc. In return, you ask him to tell you about vampirism: listening intently to his words, noticing how they always seem to take a sour turn....

- Edward really yearns to be human so he'd probably try to avoid changing you for as long as possible, perhaps even outright refusing to let you go through with it if you expressed interest. It's an emotional thing for him, something he holds back and represses, yet something you can still see affecting him all of the time: the want to be you even when he's so successful and safe being him. It hurts to see, to feel it in his touches and hear it in his voice: the remorse and the envy and the agony that he tries so hard to conceal. There's a lingering melancholy that resides in some of the moments between the two of you: in the way that he comments on little things or tells you that you should do something; noticing right away that it's a sort of attempt to live vicariously through you.

- Speaking of, he enjoys watching you do things that he can't: basking in the sun, eating real food, drinking plain water, etc. There's a hint of sadness there, but you still indulge him, smiling at and kissing him before going through with it.

- Bringing things out of the sunlight to show to him.

- Secret meeting places and hideouts.

- The two of you mostly go out during the day, cruising in his car and making stops in shaded areas. It keeps the two of you safe from everyone's prying eyes and it's nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in the house all night.

- He always tries to refuse your blood: even when you insist that he drinks it because it's safer than the alternative of him going around without getting his fill; and because he's literally risking his own life when fighting to keep you safe. He still hesitates; even as you make jokes about it being humanely sourced, only following through when you tell him that it'll make you more comfortable. He gets used to it but he never gets entitled, and the puppy dog lovey eyes that he gives you whenever you give him a drink makes any pain that might come from it worthwhile. Frankie bitingly calls you his "bloodbag" when he first notices what must be going on, and it truly enrages Edward every time.

- Comforting him after his fights with Frankie.

- You probably have a couple tense moments with his brother; if he even knows you exist at all. There'd be times where he'd show up at the house unannounced and you'd sit in silence, his eyes trained on you in a somewhat predatory fashion. You'd stay stock still until Edward returned home and sorted things out, feeling the tension between the two of you boil and your stomach tie up in knots, not knowing if he'll turn you just because. He tries to be nice but regardless of his temperament and how much you may or may not arguably like him, you still struggle to fully trust him; especially since Edward doesn't seem to as well.

- Honestly though, there's probably even more tension between the two of them now because Frankie would want Edward to finally understand why he did what he did, viewing your predicament as similar to his own. Someone you love is capable of dying and leaving you all alone, don't you get it Edward? It would piss Frankie off to see him still be so conflicted: to see that he still couldn't understand, that he refused to understand. He hates to hear him say that he's not going to change you: that he didn't want to be turned so why would he force it on you? It's like pouring salt in the wound.

- Hiding away when company comes or somebody threatens to stumble across you, sometimes pressed against one another so tightly that he can hear/feel your heart beating a mile a minute. He sets up a certain place in his house where you're meant to go whenever you think someone's coming over, ensuring that no one finds you and keeping you out of harms way.

- Doing your best to protect him from the sun.

- Reassuring him and trying to help him let go of some of his guilt after he comes home from work. He goes into the office everyday and sees the tortured faces of his test subjects right before coming home and seeing your bright and cheery loveliness. It just makes his work even harder: to think that they were once like you and that you could, at some point, be just like them....

- He probably keeps your picture or a note you've written him in his wallet/on his person at all times. Yet the feeling of it seems to burn against his skin whenever he's feeling guilty: a reminder of what he's involved in; a question of how he can love you yet do that to them....

- Considering the fact that you can't really leave his house, there's not a lot of instances where Edward has the chance to be jealous over you. There might be a few fleeting moments of him getting a little annoyed with his younger brother for asking to touch you or things of the like, but it's anyone's guess as to whether that has to do with actual jealousy or just plain protectiveness. That being said: most of Edwards jealousy is retroactive. You'll mention, or maybe even introduce him to, one of your ex's and though he'll try to be normal about it, he'll find himself gritting his teeth and acting a bit passive aggressive. It's those "oh really" and "I bet he is" sort of statements that give him away.

- Edward protects you with his mind rather than his fists. He protects you by putting himself on the line for you, by keeping you out of harms way, by convincing his brother that he's going to change you when you're closer in age, etc. He's incredibly protective but due to his intelligence and careful planning, you don't get to witness the effects of it all too often.

- The two of you don't argue often, but sometimes you manage to tick him off the same way his younger brother does. He wants to be seen as the man of the house: to be respected and thought of as being in charge. When you don't listen to him or undermine him in some way, you hit a bit of a nerve. He might raise his voice if he gets really annoyed, but most of the time, he just acts a bit mockingly: smirking, and scoffing, and looking away/rolling his eyes. Occasionally, he acts impulsively and regrets it after the fact: immediately feeling bad whenever you get upset and walk away, wanting to say something to you but not knowing what.

- Silent treatments and tense houses are commonplace after arguments. Edward stews in silence when he's angry, he keeps his words short and he grits his teeth. You're dating a man with sass so expect to encounter it. If he misses you enough, he'll cut the standoff short. And, even though he's still annoyed, he'll push past it and try to talk things out.

"Sit down," He'll borderline command, wincing slightly at the way it comes out. " ...please? Lets talk."

- Edward tells you that he loves you a lot; especially during difficult times when he wants to reiterate how much you mean to him. He wants you to know that, even though he's going through some stressful things that might have him acting out of character, he still cares for you very deeply.

- Edward wants to find a way to become human for you. He views vampirism as unsustainable, unfulfilling, sometimes even dangerous. He's not happy being what he is and he wont be happy turning you into one either. Not to mention the fact that he wants a family with you....

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[kangaracha]

DAYBREAK

skz dystopia au

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pairing lee know x reader

themes hope vs hopelessness, fear vs anger, romance, learning selflessness,

summary independant entertainment doesn't make money, everyone knows that - not dancing, not boxing. not without a company's name attached to it and the soul ripped out of it so that it can only sit on the stage bleeding. you knew you never should have agreed to get involved in his studio, that the bills would pile up and the income would run dry, that the government would come knocking telling you to shut up and sit down...but it makes him so happy, to be able to dance. it gives him a reason to stay. you don't know what you'd do without that.

status begins posting in october

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[vraisetzen]

i felt a little inspired to write for nanami tonight ✨

(none of these sentences make sense really but i just needed to get it out of my system)

[saltyfryz]

how would daybreaker sun react to pickup lines..... asking for ermmmmm.... a friend :3

He'd get all blushy and excited, but in a cool evil way. And would certainly return the favor 😉 but like, 50 million fold

[kotonoba]

Just an update.

I'm not dead, I'm just focusing on school. I'm also working on a few side pieces that you all might see get posted when I'm less stressed.

ISYT -> will be finished this year.

Among The Stars (new series lasting 10 chapters) written for a friend -> will be finished by August

Daybreak -> will upload sporadically

ISYT Sequel -> will begin late November of 2024

Wholesome Jushiro/Fem!reader series called Meows & Sundays -> chapter 1 will be uploaded on 03/24/24

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Amari Taymiyyah cuddling and hugging headcanons

A/N: *Sighs* Here goes nothing

Featuring: GN! Reader (Either you see it as platonic or romance but yeah I dunno how am I gonna see it)

Fluff

TW: Amari being shirtless (You can look at his Biker outfit- he's shirtless except for a jacket), Others who didn't get comfortable with ASMR, skin to skin contact?

- At first because he's a man of traveling a lot, he was stiff when you first make a move which he flinched a bit all sudden but you realized that you shouldn't push his boundaries only he tells you he isn't used to this after he travels a lot and his ex.

- Is a big spoon like this guy scopes you a lot, he scopes a lot especially when you're asleep.

- He doesn't mind being a little spoon at all.

- I think his pajamas will be always loose shirt and sweatpants with grayish green sometimes he wears sleeveless or rarely shirtless (LOOK AT HIS BIKER OUTFIT)

  - You'll immediately get baffled when he's out and is shirtless towards you which he lets out an awkward chuckle. ("Hey {{Reader's name}}-" "Oh he- *Baffled* !!!!!")

- When you have hard time sleeping, he'll ask Crystal or Adriana (Adriana said "You should've try #ASMR!" While Crystal does agree with that), he use his fingers to multiple tapping and does whispery things (He tries his best okay)

- "Am I doing this right?" "Yeah."

- He has raspy voice and his hair is getting aggressively fluffy when he wakes up.

- If you have movie downloaded in your phone after the mist sent you, he'll immediately watch it with you ironically it is you who gets asleep fastly.

- But if it's horror, he'll be "meh" but he's type of person who panicked despite he didn't show it.

- Hums a song when you're asleep.

- He unintentionally made you look like a tiny teddy bear when he's cuddling.

- When he has bad day, he immediately hug behind your back with pouting face

- Vice versa, Amari immediately senses and immediately hugs you.

- When you drool in your sleep, Amari immediately snickers and take a photo of you

- Of course, the lamppost shows it to Emery and Makoto.

- Lets you touch his hair or his rings (I hc it)

(Should I do Emari edition like cuddling)

[tokuteasings]

Meeting - MetsuBouJinRai

I WILL NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT MBJR OKAY? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT IT H U R TS Warnings: This can be read as platonic or romantic and is dedicated to @melting-morning-blues a fellow MBJR (and naki) simp lol. Probably spoilers....yeah...def spoilers. Also this is sad kinda?

Horobi:

The only time you’re gonna be able to meet Horobi in a positive aspect is after this man has reformed himself. He’s hiding in the shadows of the world now, he’s protecting it in his own way. He’s ensuring the Ark does not come back and he takes his job oh so seriously. He does not need to sleep and is reluctant to ask for help from Aruto (for obvious reasons) or even AIMS. He’s better at asking for help from the other members and his own son but it’s still...um...difficult. 

Your first meeting is that he’s protecting you from an attack somewhere or from a malicious human. It’s a nonlethal blow and Horobi just stands over them and then looks over at you. You know who he is, he was all over the news once upon a time and as he turns to leave, you speak, “Thank you.” it’s honest and sincere and this catches his attention. So he turns to you and asks, “Are you not afraid of me?” and when you shake your head no...Horobi is confused. He was...ya know...not a good person...

“You’re helping now, so there is no need to be afraid of you.” and this shocks him for a good while. He’s deathly silent and his glare could kill people. But he doesn’t speak as he leaves and you are left. But what you don’t know is that Horoboi is secretly following you as you walk to your destination in the dark, wanting to ensure that you’re okay before actually leaving.

You uh...end up meeting him again when he rescues you from yet another fucker. You chuckle and state, “We gotta stop meeting like this.” which causes Horobi to roll his eyes. “It is merely chance, do not get in trouble again.” and then...ya keep meeting again. Whoops. You swear you are not stalking him and he is definitely not stalking you. But it is chance and well...ya better off getting to know this dude anyway.

Ya somehow end up with Horobi on speed dial and you tend to text him about things about your day! He doesn’t respond quickly as he takes his time to come up with the proper responses (sometimes hijacked by Jin who’s happy that his papa has a friend) and sure these responses are dry as hell and he may not fully get things even using the internet...but Horobi is honestly trying. He’s not going to open up right away bit he’ll get there...and he considers you interesting either way...

Naki

The only way to meet Naki is technically through AIMS, especially through Yua. Naki is a homebody at heart and they tend to keep to themselves. They only interact with people when they deem it necessary and other than that, they really only hang with like...Yua and Fuwa? You meet Naki because Yua introduced you to them, in order to consolidate better camaraderie between members. Naki was difficult to get used to, honestly, not because they’re a Humagear but simply because Naki is just very hard to talk to. It’s kinda awkward and silent for a while.

Naki is super professional, however, so it’s difficult to make small talk with them. They’re focused on their work and it’s difficult to mesh with them. However, one thing Naki does enjoy talking about is their dreams and MBJR. Though it is slight, you see this...strange glimmer of artificial light within their eyes when they speak about it. It’s quick and ephemeral, you need to catch it before it dissipates altogether. They’re affectionate towards their comrades, their family...and it’s so sweet to see.

If you all have seen the Zero One anime, you know Naki is...secretly a bit of a lil shit. Ikazuchi did break the rules and Naki is secretly rather competitive and they don’t really notice it until someone has to point it out to them. Naki had been invited to a group party and they started to play games and Naki got super into it and honestly, Naki probably got it from Fuwa...

It takes a long while for Naki to warm up to you, even then communication verbally is sparse. But it helps that you have Yua to help mitigate the tension just a bit. Though, it soon ends up becoming comfortable silence between the two of you as each of you do your own thing. You just pass information to each other in this dance of quaint trust that speaks volumes within the silence. Naki shows it with cues you honestly almost miss. Perhaps small nods and a slight change in the openness of their body language.

Naki whispers a genuine and kind, “Thank you.” to you one day when you had complimented them. It’s robotic a bit but there’s this twinge of gratefulness and lightness to their voice in the end. This soon spirals into asking them to possibly some down time outside of the AIMS office and they accept, perhaps one of the few times they have an actual human friend that isn’t Yaiba or Fuwa...and it’s nice.

Jin

Meeting Jin starts when he finds you repairing a dumped Humagear, after all...it must have belonged to someone and lived out his short life to its fullest. So you wanted to at least give it something. He’s surprised that you are helping, and he eventually helped you bring it to Hiden Aruto who fixed it up real quick! He thanks you of course, and then he is on his way. He’s surprised that you are helping Humagears but knows that they’re aren’t bad humans out there and inwardly, he hopes he gets to see you again.

And then he did. He finds you ending up working for Aruto’s company and meets you again when he visits him! You two get formally introduced by this time and you end up...not really tailing Jin (even though he jokes that you are) but keep on meeting him whenever you work for Aruto. Jin is the only member of MBJR that visits Aruto the most and it’s not a surprise to see him in the president’s office just chatting with him or learning about the happenings of the day. Thus, you kind of end up getting to know him during this time. 

You two end up becoming work buddies and whenever Jin visits, half of it is now to visit  you! It’s like patrol but not really patrol because he’s here to kinda goof-off half of the time. He takes his job seriously but like...there are times when he wants to be himself, and experience things for himself. It’s human-like and childish, yes, but honestly...it’s worth it to see him smile. 

He’s very much the easiest out of all of MBJR to get along with, and soon enough you are pretty much going flower shopping with him. He has a garden back in Daybreak Town and loves finding little whacky pots and new flowers to plant! Hell, if you two go paint flower pots together, he’s over the moon!

Jin is the most receptacle to texts from you and tends to randomly send you texts as well! It’s things like you two exchanging greetings, things about your respective days, where to meet up for a job, where to meet up for another shopping trip, etc! He has come to enjoy hanging out with you and honestly looks forward to it! Expect him to text you in the middle of the night just because he wants to hang or something, lol.

Ikazuchi

You met him when he was still known as Raiden and Subaru was by his side. He was probably sitting in a planetarium at his workplace, mapping out this false map of stars and there’s this twinkle in his eyes like a longing...he’s seen the real thing but sometimes, here on earth...it’s beautiful to see them plastered on to a simple ceiling. He hears you and wonders if you had gotten lost, laughing if you are and trying to take you back. 

He introduces himself as Raiden and you two spend time talking about the stars and planets. As he has spent so much time up there, he tells you about the beauty of it, how small everything was from his point of view. He knows you cannot see it but ends up giving you photos he had snapped while up there. “For a keepsake.” and he gives you a playful wink and ruffles your hair. “See you around, some day!” You visit him often now, wanting to learn more, understand more, and are magnetized to his energy...

When he is destroyed as Ikazuchi, you go to spend time with Subaru now...in mourning, perhaps. You two have gotten closer since meeting with Raiden and it’s this silent moment between the two of you as Subaru is processing his grief. It’s a new emotion for him and he can’t shed tears but it’s these sobs that threaten to tear out his sensors and voice box and he clings to you tighter than ever. You can’t do much but just hold him...

When he comes back as Ikazuchi, it’s awkward but you ran up to him with the brightest sparkles in your eyes and almost tackled him into a hug. “You’re back! You’re back Raiden!” and he stiffens. He hesitates to embrace back but pushes you away and tells you, “I’m...part of Metsuboujinrai...you’re not scared?” and you answer him no...because...why would that make a difference??? If Ikaika could cry, he would have.

Ikazuchi spends equal times with MBJR and equal times with Subaru and you now. You tend to visit him at the space center of course as he returns to working there. But he spends a lot more time down to earth (ha) now. This means he’s up for like random lil hang outs and dumb shit to do together. Fuwa sometimes checks on y’all as does Aruto and one of these days you and Ikazuchi are legit gonna disappear because you two stole a car and are going on a road trip-

[wayward-persephone]

#4 with Goodnight,Jolly,and Edward

(From this list!)

4. write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

Write a book with - Goodnight

I just know he has so many stories to tell and would not doubt read some parts out loud for your opinion do that's a plus. Would enjoy the quality time doing something so....domestic. Would also sneak in to write some more when he can't sleep.

Read a book to - Edward

My man needs to relax so throw on a heated blanket, let him cuddle up close or lay directly on top of you, and read to him. He would definitely start purring if you scratch at his scalp while reading.

Hit with a book - Jolly

He would probably pout and complain that it's boring, not a bodice-ripping steamy romance, and would therefore bug the ever-loving shit out of you the entire time you're reading. A book flying at his head is probably a normal occurrence tbh.

[zqmbies]

“I think I love you”

Eli Cardshyan x Reader

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Word count : 1.7k

Warnings : Cursing, Mentions of zombies, mentions of cannibalism, spoilers, somewhat proofread, and more

Authors note : For people who have not watched the show, i’d just like to point out that Eli Cardashyan is not racist or discriminating towards Wesley. He got bullied in highschool by Wesley and is holding a grudge.

I DONT CONSENT TO ANY COPYING OR TAKING INSPO. DO NOT USE MY WRITING FOR AI OR ANYTHING OF THE SUCH.

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A loud ringing sound erupts your eardrums suddenly, you were sitting down on the bleachers watching the hornet’s playoffs when the explosion happened. Loud screaming and dust filled the air as you screamed and ducked, covering your head. Eli was supposed to meet you there at the game, but where was he? He was probably late. You start panicking as you look around frantically trying to find the brunette haired boy, people running and screaming around you. Panicked and scared people pushing and shoving. A blonde girl shoves you to the ground trying to run out of the stadium.

Groaning, you get up and eventually just realize you need to get out of here. You start running to the exit trying not to bump into the frantic teenagers. You see Mr Burr talking to Josh, telling him to find his emergency buddy. You run up towards him as people rush past you running for their cars. “What the fuck is happening?!” You shout, still in shock. There was still a light ringing in your ears but you could manage. Josh looks over your head frantically searching out for someone, “Have you seen Sam?!" He shouts. “No!” You shout, answering his question. Because honestly, you didn't want to speak to her after an argument over the phone. You felt Josh tug at your arm and drag you away frantically from the stadium.

A few weeks had passed and you had learned that all the adults had turned into “ghoulies”, zombie-like creatures, craving blood. You and Josh had survived together and decided to stick together. He had acquired a samurai sword named after his girlfriend, Sam. You had found a kitchen knife as a weapon against the ghoulies, not the best, but enough. Along the way, you two picked up Wesley, the old jock bully turned into a pacifist samurai, and Anjelica, the fire obsessed kid Josh used to babysit. Even though weeks had passed, you kept thinking back to the stadium, confused about what had happened to send it into the state of disrepair it was in. "Where are we going?" You ask, walking slightly behind Josh.

"The mall, it should be safe from the ghoulies.” Josh explained. You guys walk up to the mall as Josh skates beside you guys, pushing his foot against the gravel and dirt on the ground to gain more speed. Once you reach the mall, to your luck, it was locked. “Fuck. Has a tribe taken over this mall?” You questioned, head turning to Wesley and Anjelica. “No, this mall isn’t owned by any tribe, it should be free range.” Anjelica says, shaking her head. “Step back.” Wesley warns, the rest of you guys step back as Wesley tries to break the chain with his samurai sword. As Wesley starts swinging his sword at the chain the faint sound of a motorcycle could be heard coming closer and closer. “Shit, do you guys think that’s Baron Triumph??” Josh mutters, one hand on his hip one on his sword, his skateboard tilted off the ground by the weight of his foot on one side,the panic evident in his voice. “Wesley hurry!” Anjelica shouts at Wesley, her eyes focused on the motorcycle coming towards them. “Chill man! I’m gonna get this door open.” Wesley assures as he starts to swing his sword harder.

The motorcycle in the distance just got closer and closer, the panic rising in you and the group, eventually the motorcycle came around the corner and slowed down, stopping in front of you and the group. Baron Triumph carefully got off his motorcycle and started to pull off his helmet revealing he was actually… Eli Cardashyan? “Eli?!” You shout in disbelief, not expecting to see him, let alone not expecting him to be THE Baron Triumph, the kid eating Baron Triumph. “The kid’s a fake.” Josh retorts as he walks over to Eli, who was proudly standing with his feet apart, helmet under one arm and the other hand on his hip. Josh points to the very obvious training wheels and fake Triumph sticker made out of cardboard. Before Josh could say anything though, you rush past him, heading for Eli as you jump into his arms and wrap your arms around him tightly. Eli had to drop his helmet onto the ground just to make sure you didn’t fall, although he was a bit in shock from the sudden hug, he hugged back just as tightly. He kisses the top of your forehead as he continues to just hold you for a bit before eventually letting go.

Eli walks towards the others, putting his hand on your waist gently. Anjelica groans and yanks at the lock, trying to see if Wesley loosened it at all. “Ugh this stupid lock won’t budge !” She shouts with an irritated grunt. “This your mall Cardashyan?” Wesley questions with a slightly shocked expression. “Like— The whole thing?” He continues. “You bet baby! It’s so sick.” Eli replies with a stupid grin, he walks up to the lock, letting go of your waist as he digs through his jacket pocket searching for the key, once he finds it he jams it in. After unlocking it he yanks out the key and pulls the chain away from the door handles, the chains dropping to the floor with a *Clink !* sound.

He pulls against the handles and the door opens, the fragrance of pretzels and expensive perfumes from shops in the mall invades your nose as the group starts to walk in. You follow behind Wesley and Anjelica as they go in first, Eli and Josh behind you. “You guys are lucky I came here when I did or you guys would’ve never been able to experience my crib” Eli comments with a goofy grin. “Your crib?” You repeat, choking back a snicker as you guys walk past Hot topics, Annie’s, and other clothing or food shops.

“Yeahh, I don’t usually like sharing so you guys are lucky I started to get a bit—“ He replies, he coughs out a barely audible “—a bit lonely.” You giggle to yourself while walking towards Belks. “Wow, The Eli Cardashyan getting lonely? Never.” You comment playfully, a smile forming across your face as you nudge his elbow. “Yeah but anyway, I don’t want you guys using up all my stuff.” He says with a playful eye roll.

“Especially you Wesley.” He retorts out the Wesley part. “Woah, chill man! What’d I ever do to you? I barely even remember you from highschool.” Wesley questioned, raising his hands up to signal peace. “You're my mortal enemy, Wesley. Don’t act like you never made fun of me in highschool.” Eli grumbles, he had stopped walking at this point and had turned around facing Wesley. “Eli calm down, that was in highschool, Wesley has changed.” You comment, gently grabbing Eli’s arm to try to cool him off. Eli lets out a huff and turns around, clearly irritated, “Doesn’t mean I have to trust him.” He grumbles storming off towards a belk’s outlet, you following shortly behind him. You both walk into the Belk’s outlet, he reaches the bed section and flops on his back onto a mattress with a heavy sigh. You jog over to the mattress he was laying against, you sit on the edge beside him. “Hey.” You whisper, your hand reaching over to caress his until your fingers intertwine.

“I never said you had to trust him,” you commented softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. Eli didn't reply, but he didn't pull his hand away. “I mean, I don't think I'd be the most friendly with him either.” You chuckled, your fingers still intertwined. You could feel the heat radiating off his palm. “But that was, what? Months ago?” You rolled your eyes jokingly, turning your head away from him. Shifting to get more comfortable on the mattress, shuffling just a little closer to Eli. “I dont want-” he cut you off. “Yeah, because I'll forgive him just like that.” The sarcasm was clear in his voice, and you took a deep breath. “I don't want you to forgive him, I don't care if you don't, but at least tolerate him.” you continued.

“We're in the middle of a ghoulie outbreak, and I've found that you can't exactly concentrate on surviving if your mind is filled with hate for a dude that probably won't matter in a few years.” You finish. Eli is still quiet, but you find that you can't hear his breathing no matter how much you listen in. You turn your gaze towards him, it landing on the back of his head. You started to feel a bit concerned as his grip on your hand became ever so slightly tighter. “Eli?” You say, the nervousness in your gut increasing.

Then, a giggle. What? You furrow your brows and lean slightly closer. “..Are you okay?” You ask, but he didn't answer. The only reply that came was another quiet giggle. Then a few following after, until he turned to you. His cheeks slightly red and his mouth a small grin, small giggles continuing to come from him. You feel yourself smile slightly, and you let out a small chuckle. “What? What's so funny?” You ask, but he didn't answer, just continuing to giggle. “You’re just so pretty.” He comments with a grin plastered on his face. “It’s just so cute when you get worried about me.” He adds as he scoots over closer to you, he smiles warmly at you. “Wow, is The Eli Cardashyan calling me, pretty?” You question playfully with a giggle. “You bet.” He replies as he climbs on top of you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug, heat basically radiating off of him. “I think I love you, Eli Cardashyan.” You comment, twirling his hair around your fingers, Eli buries his head into your neck, leaving small kisses against your neck and underneath your jawline. “I know, I'm irresistible.” He says playfully letting out a muffled giggle, you let out a giggle in response, flicking his head with your finger playfully. You hear a muffled “Ow!” and giggle to yourself. “I love you too.” He says as he lifts his head up, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

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What the Dark Hides

I'd met him before the outbreak happened.

Frankie was gorgeous, his sandy coloured hair complemented his deep blue eyes. Effortless style and boyish smile, he was the bad boy every woman wants to have but can't bare to keep.

The arrangement that we had wasn't discussed or talked about past a when and where. It was a surprise to me when the first night happened, even more when he made an effort for it to happen again.

I met him when he'd just finished selling a bag of whatever to another patron in a bar one night, slid up beside me and didn't say a word, just sipped at bottle of beer. It was me that tried for conversation, I figured he was too good looking to entertain anything more than a chat with me. When I realised he was biting back, we slipped out the rear door and he took me up against the wall. I could smell the rubbish and feel the grittiness of the plaster, but it didn't matter because this beautiful man had his mouth on mine nearly the whole time and his dark aftershave cut through the stink. I didn't cum but the thrill was enough, and when I pulled up my knickers, I thanked him for the ride and walked right back into the fray.

After that he'd call to my home, he seemed to have a sense for when I was home alone. It was never romantic but he enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed his. Sometimes he'd stay and watch my TV, I'd make him something to eat. We talked a little about our families, both of us had siblings and felt like burdens. I didn't know if he had other partners that he went to, if he had a wife but I wasn't going to move him in anytime soon, so none of it really mattered.

I'd heard all about the sickness that was spreading, saw attacks in the streets and shops, people latching onto strangers and loved ones alike. The virus had unusual side affects and the governments were scrambling for control. I think it was eight months after the first case appeared in America that Frankie came back to me changed.

It was late that evening, quiet and colder than usual, and I was standing in the kitchen pouring myself a hot drink. I didn't even hear him come through the door or step into the kitchen but I felt him at my back, his hands suddenly at my waist, moving quickly to slide around to my front. I knew his body intimately and wasn't very startled but he was freezing and I immediately thought about how cold it must've been outside.

I laughed, "Haven't heard from you in a while." I finished up my drink and relaxed into his hold.

The blonde doesn't speak instead his head nuzzled into my shoulder, pressing his whole body into mine.

I thought about the last conversation we'd had that resulted in him storming out. He'd been to an army recruitment day and was being prompted to get the infection for performance enhancement, there was talk of a non-human secor. He was convinced then and there and when he'd gotten to my place he had decided that we should go through the change together. I wasn't sure, I'd heard about the missing persons and people infecting children and couldn't see myself going through the whole ordeal, having to drink blood didn't sound great to me. Frankie got up and left, the door slamming was the last I heard of him for three weeks.

Back in the kitchen I touched his wrist, his skin so cold, I asked him if he wanted a drink, "Maybe we could find something else that would warm you up." I said while I started to rock us.

Still he said nothing, and had started to mouth at my neck. I wasn't overly nervous but his silence was unusual. It wasn't until I tried to turn and face him that his grip turned rough.

"C'mon Frankie, let up." I made sure to be clear when I spoke, i pulled at his hands while he sucked on the sensitive skin under my ear. "Stop it".

I went dead still when he growled, it was deep and gravelly. Then he started to move, pulling us from the kitchen to the hall, keeping behind me the whole time. All the lights were out, he must've turned them off when he came in. I didn't fight him much but I knew we'd have to have a talk.

Only after we got to my bedroom and the door was shut did he speak, "I missed you." It was the same soft timber he had, i hadn't expected him to say that.

I decided then that the chat could wait and reached for his face. I let my thumbs map his face in the dark, only his shape was visible to me. He lent in to my hands again surprising me with his attitude, he wasn't like this.

Frankie pressed his lips to mine, a deep kiss so slow I fell straight into it, his hands were gently caressing my back, long strokes from the nape of neck to my rear. It felt all so lovely. He took his time taking my clothes off while we continued to stand, only after he had me nude and on the bed did he strip.

Again his skin startled me with the chill of it, I huffed out a laugh, and told him to get under the covers. He wouldn't let me be on top of him at any point, he spent an awful amount of time kissing down my body under the sheets. It was like he was relearning my body.

When his mouth reached the apex of my legs I reacted for his head, he'd gotten his hair cut, it was close to his scalp now. His sucked on the fat of my thighs, nibbling and licking at the crease. I hummed out an "oh god", right as he descended onto my cunt. His tongue even felt cool when it did loops onto my clitoris. His right hand on the underside of my knee, while the fingers of his left kept my lips open for his flicking tongue.

He brought me to a slow orgasm, I sighed when he crawled up my body, and opened my mouth for another deep kiss, my own taste lingered. He kept his body close to mine, pressed fast against me when he did finally penetrate me, his hands searched for my own, before interlocking and bringing our hands to either side of my head.

I had to pull my face away from his to take a breath, the noises he pulled from me sounded loud, Frankie was taking deep breaths at my neck. I could feel so much in that moment and thought that it could've been because of the darkness, the slick running down my bum, Frankie's nipples rubbing into my chest, his sharp teeth.

A deep plunge and I feel him in the deepest part of me when he speaks, "It only hurts for a bit and I'll help you after."

I opened my eyes even though I couldn't see him, but a strange glow came from his face, like cats eyes Frankie's sapphire gaze was gleaming amber, and i knew then that he'd done the change.

Frankie never stopped moving when I startled, when I told him to stop again, his face moved toward my neck and i realized that i was about to be bitten. I tried to pull my hands away, to riggle but his hands and cock kept me in place.

The feeling of teeth breaking the skin as sensitive as the neck is one of the worst pains I'd ever felt. Stinging and hot, my back felt immediately wet from my blood. I screamed then first but couldn't keep it up, I couldn't even beg for him to stop, my voice had been stolen.

I think that I felt him both release my neck and cum at the same time. I felt him rear back and heard him groan into the air while he ground his hips into mine. I felt something dripping onto my chest and guessed it was my blood. Frankie never let go of my hands, so I couldn't feel the gaping holes in my throat, his cock softened, when it slipped out he lay down on his back before pulling me to lay on top of him.

Painful spasms started down my shoulders and cramped my hands, I clawed my fingers into Frankie's.

"You would've died if I didn't do this," he whispers through my whimpering.

The heat leaking from body and Frankie peeling the hair from the wet from my back was the last thing I felt before shutting my eyes.