#Nightmare Story

[hydrogenperfoxide]

in case anyone wants to do anything with this idea.

I had a nightmare last night where the community i had been a part of had been having attacks in the night from people breaking in. It seemed like they were under direction from a specific person or entity.

Jump forward, there's a sporting event and everyone is gathered. One young woman is murdered as she's leaving by another. The killer gets away but is tracked to a dilapidated mansion out in the middle nowhere.

As we investigated the place, we realized there was a puzzle. And upon solving the puzzle, we found documentation of murders. Well over a hundred murders. Each one with different methods, different staging, no connection between victims.

it became apparent that this serial killer thought of murder as an art form. After further investigation, another puzzle is there in the mansion, and upon solving it we came to the realization that not only was this place a twisted art gallery, it was an invitation. The master was looking for an apprentice.

One of the investigators decides to go undercover to try to identify and take down the man behind it all and so joins the newest class of potential apprentices. They slowly become warped by the tutelage.

At that point I woke up. do whatever you like with this idea have fun y'all

[starrynimbus]

Nightmare story:

In the far flung future where the Sun has the surface turned to a crisp, all that lives is underground in a solar punk utopia. The citizens are all animals, those that walked and crawled on all fours, after a self replicating technology gifted their ancestors and their children with intelligence. However, Science built this kingdom underground, but the magic of death maintains it. They call the process of death Foundation, and it's practitioners: Fundamentalists. Death isn't the end for these creatures, for when they touch the Foundation, they can speak with powers beyond them and pass that knowledge onto a Fundamentalist.

It's a slow process for the Foundation to become dissatisfied with Its as docile as dreams. Soon, the biotech that keeps these upright sons and daughters of nature from slaughter begin to fail. In a creature's last moments of speech before they're pulled into darkness, they all express the same wish; to hear the Songs of Fear to inspire the appetite for Blood and Flesh.

We follow an Otter with no name, living to the best of his ability under such circumstances. He drinks a potion from the last Fundamentalist Visitor, fights with his best friend to survive the area just below the surface, to obtain fortune and love, only to have it all ripped away in the wake of the Foundation.

The dream never progressed further from this point. How do you think it ends?

[tejoxys]

4, 5, and 15 for the OC questions?

:D ! [x]

4. A character you rarely talk about?

I don't think I've talked about Alto on here. This is a really important KM character - he could be called the main love interest - but I keep sort of quiet about him because frankly, he upsets me. He is a fascinating little geode full of spoilers.

Briefly - Alto was a ghost hunter & paranormal psychologist, along with his twin, Nero, before the Plot Thing hit. He's been studying the Plot Thing ever since, and is the leader of the group the main character joins up with. I realized at some point that I unconsciously modeled him, just a little, off early Griffith from Berserk; he's beautiful, disarming, charismatic, and has a powerful dream he's following that he will suck people into. And I mean, Alto is genuinely very kind and caring. And fun! He's got a lovely personality. But... even so. He is also - in the context of a story where everyone's got something specific wrong with them, directly related to the Plot Thing - critically wrong about what's wrong with him. I don't think I have a character who's wronger than Alto. He's great.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Oh that's hard... that's really hard. Most of mine belong to ensemble casts, which belong to self-contained stories, so everyone around a given OC would end up known. So I'll avoid that, because that's cheating. Popular, though... let's give that to Lily, Nightmare Story part II protagonist, trans witch nightmare-wrangling sad girl. She deserves it.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

[teakettle noise] I do!! It can be hard with the brain gremlins like, this cannot be as interesting to others as it is to me/I shouldn't talk so much about them until I manage to actually *do* something with them/etc., but I love them! & I like to share.

[brent-emery-pieczynski]

Why You Should NEVER Go Near The Ruby Slippers

I want red-sequin slippers, to go with imposed school girl dressing up. French Toast brand scooter skirt, blouse, official girl’s tie and other nice things.

[inbabylontheywept]

bad dating stories time: the shoe incident

so in highschool, my best friend wasnt allowed to go on dates unless there was another couple there to keep an eye on him. part of this was his parents being insane, but also, part of it was him being insane. in a problem with no reasonable parties, there are no reasonable solutions.

at some point in my junior year, my sorta-gf broke up with me, and i just wasnt feeling dating, which was bad for my friend, because he had a good thing going with a girl he met in court.

he kind of hounded me about it. kept pushing me to just put me feet back in the dating pool and i wasnt real thrilled about it, because i knew he was pushing me for his own benefit, not mine, so i kept telling him to fuck off, and after a few weeks of being told that i would date when i was damn well ready, he eventually said: okay. what if i paid for the date AND found you a blind date AND all you had to do was show up?

and i shouldve said no, i know, but i let him wear me down, and i will own my fault in that. a date starting on such a stupid premise could never have gone well.

but he still managed to find a way to make it worse.

i dont know how long he tried to set a blind date up. it couldve been multiple attempts. he couldve stooped to this immediately. but what happened in the end was that he called a girl from the ward he attended - a girl that he knew had a giant, mushy crush on him - and he said: hey! how would you feel about going on a date this weekend?

(you know, implying it was with him, but never actually saying it.)

and she said YES WOW I WOULD LOVE TO and he said great! and then he called me up and said he found me a date.

i did not learn about his crimes until several weeks later. i will die swearing before god almighty that i would never have allowed this travesty to happen if i had known.

that was on a monday. the date of the date rolled around that friday evening, and im sorry to confess, i really phoned the whole thing in. i showed up in my favorite comfy outfit, which was also a fashion crime: basketball shorts and flipflops and a baja hoodie. it was super comfy but it made me look kind of crazy. i picked him up first, and then i picked up his date next, and then we went to pick up my date, and thats where you're gonna get the play by play.

i arrived, walked across the yard, and knocked on the front door. she opened it almost immediately, like shed been waiting right by it, and i could see her expression go from OMG IM SO EXCITED to super disappointed, then disgusted and finally pissed. and because i didn't know about my friends sins, i thought it was from my outfit. which seemed... harsh. like, hey, im allowed to be quirky, fuck you. also its a blind date, i thought the deal was that we were both going to be sad broken sacks of mortality.

anyway, we looked at each other for several seconds before she slammed the door in my face.

i looked back at my friend. he was sweating bullets. i dont know what he expected from this, but there was this big long pause where we both tried to figure out what to do, and then the door opened up, and her dad invited me in, and he said she was gonna need a few minutes to finish getting ready, and that in the meantime we could sit and talk.

we did not talk. we did sit. i sat down on the couch, and he sat down in a chair across the couch, and then instead of talking he cleaned his pistol on the coffee table. i wasnt actually sure if it was a threat, or if it was just a fidget thing for 40+ year old republican men, but when i tried to help he got snappy so i just watched him put a pistol back together.

he was okay at it.

eventually my date came downstairs, still mad as hell for reasons beyond my ken, and i felt pretty guilty for being such a mess because i thought that was why she was so angry. i tried to make up for by walking her to the car and getting the door for her, just generally trying to be extra polite, but before i could make it back to the drivers side, her dad called me back to the door. so i flipped around, went to the door, and immediately regreted my decision.

soon as i was within range, her dad got waaaay too close to me, leaned in, and said "whatever you do to her, i will do to you," and my brain went into overdrive making three consecutive realizations.

realization one was, damn, the pistol thing was a threat. that sucks. what an asshole. realization two was, wait, im autistic and even i know theres a 0% chance me and my date even hold hands, least of all boink. does this guy actually think there's even a 1% chance of anyone in that car getting laid tonight? is he an idiot? and then realization three went through, which was wait, is this guy threatening to fuck me? and unfortunately, with my brain doing so much processing, my mouth was left to run amok, so somewhere between realization 2 and 3, i said:

"i can't get pregnant"

which, i swear, wasn't actually me trying to be a smartass, it was just me pointing out that he couldn't actually follow up on that threat. it just wasn't possible. we do not live in the omegaverse and im not scared of you.

still, it was an insanely catastrophic thing to say, and the moment we both heard it, we bluescreened. that single sentence obliterated both of our momentary streams of consciousness like a saltine in front of a sand blaster. problem was, he'd probably gone his whole life not even realizing someone could say something that stupid, and making that realization was going to cost him a lot of thinking time. me though? i had been saying shit like that for 17 years, i didnt have to rewrite my expectations of human nature, i just had to plan an exit and start striding. so i was already halfway back to the car before i heard "hey. hey come back. Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY WAIT. HEY GET BACK HERE. HEY-"

and then i was in my car, and i drove away.

if this happened today, he'd have called her, and the whole thing wouldve imploded then and there, but back then, there were still a decent number of teenagers without cell phones. especially the teenagers of insane, gun toting parents. so she just said: whoa what was that all about? and i said: dont worry about it, he'll tell you about it when you get home.

and she said: ok and went back to staring daggers at me and my friend.

WHICH SURPRISINGLY isnt even how the story ends.

we went to an improv comedy show, and it was a disaster. it shouldve been like, 7/10 tops, but between my date being mad, and my friend having a good time, and me having the existential terror of knowing that a guy with a pistol was probably waiting outside his house for me to come back, it was easily 11/10. i laughed way too hard at everything. especially the jokes that flopped. id sit there in this mostly silent room and laugh until i dry heaved a little, and my date was absolutely disgusted, and even my friend was a little embarrassed, which would just make me laugh harder. i laughed so hard that night i could barely talk the next day. and then the show ended, and my friend said, you know, that was a good time, but i think we should maybe do something a little chiller? who wants to walk around the park? and his date said yeah, and my date said no, and i finally had mercy on the poor woman so i said, look, im gonna drop you off. and i am so, so sorry about this, but im dropping you off like a block away. super duper sorry.

do talk to your dad about the pistols thing if you dont want this happening more in the future tho.

and she said: okay. so i dropped her off, and she walked a block down, and that was that.

then i drove my friend and his date to a park that was good for wandering. i figured they wanted something more private, so instead of following them around point blank, i chose a park with this 30 foot rope tower, and i climbed to the top and i said: hey i can see you anywhere from up here, you are officially chaperoned from a distance. get panopticoned idiot. except my friend really is an idiot, and he didnt really get the whole 'now i dont have to third wheel so insanely hard with you guys' thing so he climbed up the tower too, and then his date followed behind him, so there are three people basically sitting together on top of a telephone pole.

and then they started making out.

i was close enough to hear it.

i didnt really know what to do so i was just kind of sitting there, dissociating, when some college kids came around and started shaking the tower. my friend's date went aaaaaaaaaa im afraid of heights :( and my friend went oh, dont worry, ill hold you tight ;) and i went hey, im gonna climb down and ask them to stop.

so i did climb down, and i did ask them to stop, and they flipped me off, which i wasnt even mad about. at that point i was i was like yeah, it would be weirder if this wasnt a mess. gods plan has been to fly this day like a 747 into my metaphorical twin towers and brother he is close enough for me to see him grinning through the cockpit window. still, eventually the college students got bored, so they climbed up the tower, which gave my friend and his date a window to climb down, and together we walked back to my car.

now, i cant explain why this is, but sitting back in the drivers seat was my carriage-back-into-a-pumpkin moment. i'd been chill about all the chaos, just rolling with the punches, but sitting down made me realize how much of a shitshow the day had been, and while i couldnt go back and fix all of it, i could go back and fix one thing.

so i told my friend and his date, hey, you two, stay here and don't do anything weird. don't. then i walked back to the rope tower, and i started picking up the shoes the college students had left at the base in order to climb.

about halfway through this, i realized that if i took all their shoes, they might think i was in it for the money, and i actually wanted them to know i was in it specifically to spite them. fuck those guys. so i put all the right shoes back, gave myself a 100 foot headstart, yelled "nice shoes, assholes", did a little jig, and started running.

my advice to everyone is that college students are faster than you think. even with the headstart, and the whole climb down the tower thing, i was still only fivish seconds ahead of them by the time i got to my car. i flung the door open, looked in the backseat, didnt see anyone, flung the stolen shoes in the backseat, heard two "ow"s, took that as proof of presence, jumped in and pealed out of the lot.

my friend and his date popped up a few seconds later. they were, uh, doing something weird in the back seat. my one request - obliterated.

they climbed up to ask where the hell all the shoes had come from, and i was like yeah i stole them from the college students, and they were like oh. cool. hope you had fun. and i was like, i did. i did. but speaking of fun, what were you doing back there?

and for the first time in my buddies life, i think he was actually embarassed.

[prognosis-undiagnosable]

TW: Nightmare

Had one if the worst dreams ever since the SA FAther dream.

My mother would believe my struggles with a literally heart attack. I didn't actually have in real life. But she kept saying I was overreacting and shit and it kept happening on repeat where she just would believe my pain and suffering over something so evident.

Which honestly is already reality so whatever.

[sooodreamyyy]

shadow man in the car wash

I'm going to use this blog to write out the really vivid dreams I have, partly because I love talking about the things people dream about, and partly to see if there are any patterns, etc that I can see. The first dream I'll write about is a recurring nightmare I had my whole childhood. From as early as I can remember until about 18 or 19 years old I would have this dream a couple of times a year.

Its 85 degrees outside and the sun is shining at maximum volume. My dad always lets me sit in the passenger seat. He says its because I'm big enough now, but secretly he always let me even when I was small. As the passenger I have many important jobs while Dad drives, one being to point out all of the cows that we pass during our time in the car. That one is really important because we live in Texas, so there are lots of cows. The second one is to point out all of the car washes- and to try to convince Dad that we need to go through them.

Car washes have always been one of my favorite things to do. I get so mesmerized by the colors and the bubbles and the sounds of the machines. There's one coming up on the right! We aren't in a rush so we pull in. But there's something wrong with this one? It's pitch black on the inside. As we get close to it, there are no colorful lights, no music, no people. But we've already started to pull in before I can tell Dad that this is not the car wash we should do today. Our car is locked in to the conveyor belt that starts to slowly drag us forward. A weak red light hangs from the ceiling off to the side of the track providing the only light. I can sense that beyond the light there is many feet of space before the wall separating us from the outside, but I can't be positive how many.

A shadow darts across our windshield from the right to the left and scurries up the wall and onto the ceiling before disappearing. I look to Dad to judge how scared I should be, but he doesn't react. My stomach is flipping cartwheels, but I'm big now so I don't show it on my face. In 2 minutes we'll be out the other side.

A big, round blade falls from the ceiling and manages to just miss our car. I can feel something laughing from deep within the space between the red light and the wall. was someone trying to get us?

I can see the light from the other end of the carwash now. As we pull back out into reality, the corner of my eye catches a glimpse of that same shadow hiding underneath a bench outside of the car wash. A grandma and her grandbaby sit above it, unknowing. I want to warn them, but I'm not sure of what. "Careful, there's a shadow under you" I would say, only for them to look at the bench's shadow, and back at me, confused. Before I can decide, I find myself standing on the pavement. Where did Dad go? Where is our car?

The shadow zips from the park bench to the bush closest to me, now camouflaged by the shadows of the leaves and branches. I realize that the shadow man wasn't trying to do anything to us, but to me. I take off running. He follows.

The road is a simple road with one lane in each direction. It goes up a hill, then down, then back up, in a straight line, seemingly forever. As I reach the peak of one slope, I look back to see him cresting the peak of the hill behind me. I'm running hard, out of breath and unsure of when I'll catch up to my dad or if I'll find someone who can help. He stalks me over three, four, eight, ten hills and I can feel my steps becoming so heavy that my feet almost refuse to leave the ground.

I have to think of another plan because I know outrunning him won't work for much longer. He's been gaining on me, and as I reach the apex of this hill I see him reach the lowest point of the hill behind me. In front of me, at the bottom of this hill, is a bridge crossing a river. The river is about 10 feet wide and I have no way to tell how deep it is. Can the shadow man swim? I have to make a bet, and though I can't swim either, I gamble that jumping into the water is the safest bet.

I cannonball off of the bridge just as the shadow is about to catch up to me. Right before I hit the water, I see the shadow strain over the side of the bridge. He can't get in the water, and I splash into the cool water knowing that I won.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Death looms over Vanny's shoulder in FNAF..

[angstyhikka]

His Story: Consequences Pg 59-60

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Guess what. Those pages were at my desk for two years and i colored and translated it in an hour because i was bored. Funny isn't it? :)

Also, if you like what im doing, consider to support me on patreon and kofi! :3

[moderator-monnie]

In celebration of valentines day my amazing friend @lazy-charlie helped me.

Create a bunch of valentines day cards featuring 4 of my many chararters from across my journey as an au creator! Please check her out and support her if you can.

This is card 3 out of 4 and it's my lovely scary bastard Nightfright Sans from Nightmare Story and also ask-the-terrors-and-one-kiddo.

Happy offical valentines day everyone!

[theknucklehead]

I love the promotion for Sonic 3 where they took a bunch of classic Christmas movie posters and parodied them with the Sonic characters.

[goryhorroor]

horror women + smoking

[valdevia]

This picture is known as the Class of 48 photo.

According to the story, the teacher of a small Dutch school took a group photo before heading out for a class trip. When they left the classroom, all 24 children and their teacher vanished without a trace. Despite a large-scale search, nobody from the group was ever heard from again.

When their final photograph was developed, this is what appeared.

[ricky-mortis]

Starcanpulpwrecked women doodles

[snoozmu]

I Drew more Chara as nightmare sans and also asriels here tooo

[dvrktvnnel]

thirsty ~ bang chan

genre— horror/smut {MDNI!!!}

pairing— vampire!Bang Chan x reader

word count— 2.2k

warnings— blood, gore, very suggestive, choking/gagging, fingering (fem receiving), sucking, blood play/kink, chasing, no protection(wrap it up yall !)

summary— railway inspired fic mwehehehehe

“Thank you for coming,” you said. “I know its not easy to come on such short notice and we’re pretty isolated put here.”

“Ah, it was a rough ride,” Chan answered. “But the train never sleeps.”

You opened the door to let him in, his sleek black coat and leather bag of equipment made him look like a mad scientist. His odd colored eyes completed the look. It suited him well, since he was here to help you study vampires and werewolves. Word of mouth was he knew his shit. If that were the case, then he should be able to help you with a cure.

He walked with you through the corridor. You couldn’t help but notice, and it was so strange, how the other vampires would reach out to him like a savior. With everyone else who’d been here, they were gnashing their fangs and waving their claws at them.

“They must really hate me,” he chuckled meeting your gaze.

“Must, or they think you’re here to save them.”

He shot you a cold look before quickly hiding it behind a cold smile.

“That would be insane.”

You should have doubted him more. It only took a second. You led him to the room filled with vampire blood, hanging from iv racks. He set his bag down roughly, one of his sharp tool pierced a bag. Blood spewed from the tear, and he snapped.

He wasn’t who you thought he was, no, he wasn’t what you thought he was. No vampire would act like that. The way he tore through the guard you called when he shoved the blood bag against his lips was animalistic. He was like a wolf devouring prey.

A hybrid.

You managed to knock him out from behind, running out of the cell and locking it behind you. You stayed and watched him for a while.

He was asleep right now. God was he beautiful, but the blood staining his clothes was eerie. You shivered at the thought of what he’d done to people. What he could do to you.

What he will do to you.

You stood outside the cell he was in. Blood bags hung around him, IVs dripping steadily onto the floor. The sheets were soaked red. Your eyes traveled up his body, taking in every detail of his flawless skin. his veiny arms, his broad chest, his plump lips, his odd eyes staring coldly into your soul. Your blood ran cold, and he twitched.

He didn’t say a word when he got up, thrashing around the room like a wild animal. His eyes were wide with fear, confusion, hunger.

He grabbed one of the blood bags off the pole, biting into it and moaning as he sucked it dry.

You swallowed hard as you watched him. His eyes locked onto yours and he stumbled forward. It was like tunnel vision; all he saw was you.

and God did you look so fucking delicious to him.

You should have turned around; you should have told someone he was awake. But no, you were in a trance. He reached his hand through the bar and stroked your neck with his bloody fingers.

“You look so delicate,” he whispered.

You shivered at his icy touch, the cold burning past your skin. He leaned in closer, his cheek rubbing on the steel bars. You could see the smoke swirling in the air as it burned him, contrasting the cold air his breath blew against your ear.

“Let me taste you,” he whispered again. “I’ve heard so much about you, I want you t be mine.”

You snapped back into reality, and you pushed yourself away. Your eyes refocused, you didn’t even notice they had gone blurry. You took a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“What the hell are you?” you asked.

He laughed darkly, watching you through hooded eyes.

“I bet you scream so pretty,” he said, his voice almost sounding whiny.

He stuck his tongue out, dragging it up the bar that you touched.

You shouldn’t have reacted that way.

You turned around to leave when you heard it. The sound of metal scraping, screeching and bending in ways it shouldn’t be capable of. You whipped around and saw him pulling the bars apart, smiling maniacally.

You didn’t wait any longer, you ran as fast as you could down the hall. You told every guard you passed that he was awake and escaping.

You could hear him coming. The sound of flesh tearing and blood spilling, his growls as he thrust his claws into their necks. Their screams.

You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t resist. You saw him lift a guard with one hand before slamming him into the ground.

He wasn’t struggling. No, he was playing, he loved the chase, he loved it so much. He didn’t want to catch you yet; he wanted to catch you when you were out of breath with your clothes torn and your hair a mess.

So, he let you run and hide.

You reached the door you had come through, but it didn’t respond to your keycard.

“Fuck!” you shouted under your breath.

You don’t know how he did it, but the power was out. The lights flickered before going off, and the cell chamber went on lockdown. You were trapped.

In a second Chan was right behind you, his claws digging into your side and drawing blood. You screamed in shock, trying to break free.

“More please,” he whispered in your ear with a sadistic smile.

You gasped as he dug his fingers in deeper just before throwing you aside. You clutched your wound and got up, running away from him.

He had let the other vampires out, and they slaughtered the rest of the guards. One of them grabbed your arm, but before it could do anything Chan gashed its throat.

“It’ll be safe when its just you and me,” he said.

You scrambled back to your feet and ran again. It was still late at night, the sun wouldnt rise for hours. You managed to find a closet to hide in, the sounds you heard would haunt your nightmares for years. That was if you even made it out alive.

It took all your strength to stay awake, and after a while the sounds stopped. A dead silence hung in the air with the stench of blood. Slowly, carefully, you opened the door. The heavy metal scraped against the cold stone floor and echoed through the halls.

In the center of the corridor, you saw him. He was sitting atop a throne of bodies, his head resting on the back of his hand like a king. His eyes were locked on you, he knew you were there the whole night.

With a burst of adrenaline, you made a run for it. The sun had just started to rise, you could make it outside and then you’d be safe.

He let you run.

You ran down the corridor, passing the bodies left to decorate his new lair. You slipped in a pool of blood, falling onto the unforgiving ground. You felt your ankle roll and heard it pop, the blood you fell in spattering against the walls.

He was on you before you even realized it. His weight pressed you down, the blood soaking into your clothes snd staining your skin.

“Don’t you worry about the casualties,” he hissed.

He took a deep breath in, his hands holding your waist. He teased the wound he left earlier with his finger, tracing the punctures he’d left. He gave you a rough squeeze and blood oozed out again. You yelled in agony, and he moaned against your ear. His tongue trailed up the side of your neck, thick blood spreading across your skin.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Trust me now.”

You broke free and stood up, bracing yourself against the wall.

“I can hear your heartbeat racing, you’re trembling, come with me.”

You clutched your side and shook your head, desperately trying to avoid his enchanting stare. You pushed off the wall and stumbled out into the courtyard.

The sun was blinding, you could barely make out what was what, who was who. The guards rushed to your aid, they were shouting and yelling but you couldn’t understand them. Your head ached and you felt dizzy, everything looked blurry and red.

The sun only got brighter, and it scorched your skin. You fell to the ground and the guards circled around you. Blood sprayed your face as Chan ripped through them.

You were his now.

You could barely see him, tearing them apart and draining their blood. The dry grass was painted a dark red all around you.

A second silence fell, only the hollow wind blowing gently in contrast to the horrors that had happened.

A shadow fell over your face, and you opened your eyes. Chan stood over you with a crazed smile. He lifted his wrist to his mouth, and bit down hard. Blood spurted out, speckling his face. He let it drip off his chin, and you couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out to catch the few droplets.

It was like a drug.

You grabbed onto his leg, and he knelt down, lifting your head to rest on his thigh.

“More, please,” you begged.

He smiled wide, his fangs on display for you. He took another bite and sucked hard. You crawled more into his lap, twisting to face him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pulled him down.

He pushed your hands off of him, sliding you off his lap. Before you could protest, he took off his jacket and straddled your waist. With one hand under your head and the other pinning your wrists, he pressed his lips against yours.

Blood poured into your mouth, spilling out from between your lips. You hungrily swallowed what you could, choking on the rest. He didn’t let up, moving his tongue against yours and almost down your throat to make your gag.

His blood was so good, it felt so good going down your throat. You gulped it down, it was like you had been thirsty for years, and he was finally quenching it.

He pushed you down harder into the ground, the dirt turning into a bloody mud beneath you. You tugged on his shirt, needing to be closer to him.

He broke away and you gasped for air, coughing up more blood. Your clothes were torn, your hair was a mess, blood was all over you.

Now he would take you.

He lifted you off the ground and carried you back inside. You couldn’t control yourself, you were clawing at him and biting his neck and shoulder.

You were teething.

He took you to the cell with the blood bags, laying you on the table. He took his shirt off and got back over you. He kissed you again, and you dug your claws into his back. Your scratches left deep, dark red marks.

He killed like an animal, and he feasted like a beast, but he fucked like a demon.

He kissed you like he was just as thirsty as you were. He bit down your neck, growling and kneading your flesh. His hands slipped under your shirt, his claws scratching your soft skin.

Chan moved down your body, his mouth was desperate but his pacing was too slow for you. He slid down from your neck to your stomach, you threw your head back and arched your back when he bit down on your wound.

When he sucked, you moaned lewdly. He returned the sound, his low and deep. His claws dragged down to your pants, pulling them off easily.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered. “Enjoy the ride.”

His fingers slipped in easily, the sharp points on his fingertips made you scream and he moaned again. He moved back to your neck, biting down hard. His fingers thrust in and out of you quickly, and you bit down on his neck.

His back was nearly raw, and you couldn’t tell the difference between your releases and his blood. He was relentless, you weren’t able to keep up with him. Before long, you were out of breath and exhausted.

Once he wore you out, you felt his fingers slide out one final time. He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned as he sucked them clean.

He smothered your lips with his again, biting your lip and sucking the blood. You felt him line up, his hips snapping as he thrust into you in one movement. The table creaked and squealed, the force of his movements pushing it up against the wall and thudding loudly.

Your eyes rolled back, and he bit hard onto your bottom lip to keep your head from falling back. You knew he wouldn’t have fit if he hadn’t fingered you so roughly before hand, and you were certain that he tore you from the inside to make room.

You could feel every vein, every twitch, every pulse. He pinned your hands down, keeping you still as he thrust into you. He didn’t stop until you finally felt him cum, his hips snapping into place and going deeper than you’d ever felt.

He slowly opened his mouth, his teeth unpiercing your lip. He released your hands and the fell limply off the table. You couldn’t say anything, you just felt indescribable.

He propped himself up on his elbow, and cradled the back of your head with his other hand. He lifted your head and licked the blood from your mouth, then whispered between his teeth.

“You’re mine now, forever.”

i wrote this in a day help me, i’ve never written a story this fast but i was DETERMINED (so ignore any errors)

i plan on writing more fics i promise🙏

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