#and a comfier coffin

[m3i-li]

Head empty just *Bram-chan*

[captain-mj]

Vampire AU Pt 2

Answered some questions I got but no SoapGhost biting just yet

Interviewer: Why do you not like when Gaz feeds on Soap?

Ghost: It makes him smell… bland. It’s also rude. No one in the house feeds off Soap. Only I can but even there, I don��t. 

The Interviewer checked this information and it turns out to strangely enough be true. No one had ever itten Soap. 

Interviewer: So how do you feel about Soap?

Ghost: He’s my familiar.

Interviewer: And what does that mean to you?

Ghost: He does all of the chores around the house that I don’t want to do and gets me food. 

Interviewer pauses, clearly thinking he’ll continue. He doesn’t.

Interviewer: Do you like him?

Ghost: Like him? No. Absolutely not. He’s just a human. I don’t like… stay awake thinking about him. 

Ghost was once again staying awake thinking about Soap. He stared at the top of his coffin and just… thought of him. 

Soap smelled good. Most of the time. He was only human and he did deal with dead bodies occasionally, so Ghost gave him grace about that. But most of the time, he smelled… delicious. Ghost had a feeling if he tasted him, he’d be savory. Not sweet, Ghost didn’t really like the sweeter bloods like Alejandro did. He’d probably taste buttery too. Warm and so human under his hands. His heartbeat was so loud at times. Always even, never afraid of Ghost even when he should be. Sometimes Ghost would pick him up to get him out of the way of things and Soap would just smile. Ghost occasionally picked him up just so he could hear his heartbeat. It was a melody that he wanted to get lost in. 

This morning, it was clear he wouldn’t be sleeping, so he listened to everyone moving below. Gaz went upstairs to the attic where his bedroom was. 

Soap moved down below a little longer, most likely cleaning. He liked to get it all done before heading to bed so when Ghost woke up, he didn’t have to deal with it. 

The house started quieting down and he slowly stepped out of his coffin. Luckily his curtains had been pulled tight so it was safe for him to escape. He stretched and peaked out of his door. 

Soap had blew out all of the candles and pulled all the curtains so Ghost walked around in the darkness. He crept downstairs to Soap’s room. It was the smallest room in the house, but it was still pretty nice. Soap had bought his own bed and had decorated it himself. Ghost saw books littering the desk and looked at them for a moment. Soap usually put them away, but he must’ve been tired. Price had bene asking him for things all night so it probably wore him out. He’d tell Price to leave him alone a bit more. While Soap acted as the house familiar, he was really Ghost’s familiar and Ghost didn’t want him to be worn out or neglect himself. 

Maybe he also selfishly wanted more of Soap’s attention on him. He wasn’t used to sharing him and watching him pay more attention to the others… 

Something feral and angry pressed against his fangs and Soap would be defenseless right now. He looked gorgeous, strewn among the pillows and blankets on his bed. Ghost didn’t feel bad staring since Soap had a shirt and boxers on. The house had started to get cold but in the summer, Soap sometimes didn’t wear anything. Ghost had learned quickly to knock in the summer if Soap had accidentally slept in. 

But right now, he looked peaceful and luckily modest. 

Soap turned over and Ghost silently stepped back, watching him stretch and get comfier. If he bit him, how would he do it? Would he sink his teeth in and rip a piece out of him? Or would he be gentle? 

Would Soap let him? Not to turn him. A selfish part never, ever wanted to turn him. But if it was just to taste him, would Soap let him? The idea of the two of them tangled together as he took from him. Ghost’s fangs hurt. They ached so bad. 

“So do you do this often?” Price spoke very softly and Ghost almost jumped out of his skin. 

“You were always the only one that could sneak up on me.” Ghost sighed. “Just when I can’t sleep.”

Price nodded and stood next to him. It made Ghost feel weird. It was one thing for Ghost to watch his familiar, but as much as Price was his sire, he didn’t want to let him watch Soap as well. “Let’s get out of here, John.”

“I think he left someone in the basement if you’re hungry.” Price smiled at him. He looked alive in a way Ghost refused to believe he possibly could. Even back then, Price must’ve been at least 200 years old when they met. Simon had been dazzled by him. A healthy amount of respect, appreciation and probably attraction meant he didn’t notice what everyone else did. 

The night he laid on that battlefield, body broken far beyond repair and ready to accept death, Price had told him he couldn’t let him die yet. It was a horrible transformation made much worse by the existing injuries. He had felt so pathetic, having Price care for him for so long. The memories were still quite a sore spot for him. 

Ghost nodded and followed him to the basement. There was in fact a person down there that was only half drained. Price didn’t eat very much as he mostly just caught glances at Ghost. 

“Why do you wear the mask?” 

Ghost groaned immediately and sank down to the floor. “Because I want to.”

“You’re such a handsome man though! You don’t need to cover up!”

“It’s not about that though.” Ghost sighed.

“What is it about then? Those days are so long behind us. No need to hide your identity. You could be anyone now!” Price grinned. “You could just be Si-”

Ghost got up and walked away from him, shoulders tensing. He walked straight up the stairs and through the living room and he could hear Price’s anxiety like it was a force.

“Simon! It’s still fucking daylight!” Price snapped so loud it vibrated the walls. 

Soap was up in moments and rushing over, clearly still sleep deprived, but more worried about Ghost than getting to sleep. “Sir, are you okay? Did something happen? Did I miss a curtain?” He looked up at Ghost who paused. 

Fuck. 

Ghost stared at him for a moment and watched as Soap’s eyes went down to his mouth and he became painfully aware of the fact that his mouth was uncovered. Soap’s eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up. 

Ghost wanted to look in a mirror to know what he looked like, but there was never a reflection. He imagined the scars. Deep lines across his mouth in a harsh mock smile. Big fangs. One of his previous lovers had described him once. They said his lips always looked bloodstained, even if they didn’t have blood on them.

Did he still have blood on his face now? He hadn’t exactly cleaned his face off. Soap was scared. Surely he knew Ghost would never hurt him. 

Interviewer: Man, he looked pretty scary with the blood. He also is the first one I’ve seen that’s actually that pale. 

Soap: He’s so hot. I was so nervous he’d read my mind

Interviewer: Can they do that?

Soap: No, but like… you never know

Interviewer: What were you thinking?

Soap blushed: Very uncatholic thoughts thats for sure. 

Ghost schooled his expression and reached up, pulling down his mask. “No. You did a fine job, Johnny. Are you okay? We didn’t mean to wake you.” 

Soap’s heart sped up instead of slowing down like Ghost wanted. He also flushed a little. “Thank you, sir. I’m fine. Was worried I’d come up and you’d be… anyway. Do you want me to help you back in your coffin?”

Ghost looked behind him and Price was gone. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Soap walked with him, the two falling into the same pattern they always did. When they first met, Ghost had walked faster and Soap had always jogged to keep up with him. Although it was funny, Ghost had slowed down. Rodolfo had noticed and teased him about it. Just a little. 

Ghost would never ever tell Soap. Ever. But he wasn’t in the best of places when he came along. Alejandro had pointed out when he stopped sleeping for nights on end. Ghost liked to believe it was just having to make sure they didn’t eat Soap, but he knew that wasn’t really true. He just liked… hanging out with the human. 

Soap offered his hand and Ghost used it to get back in his coffin. 

“If you wake up again, just get my attention okay?”

“I don’t need your permission.” Ghost grumbled.

Soap only smiled. “Course not. But I get nervous. I make one mistake and… I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch, sir.” 

Ghost stared up at him. He saw a glimpse of blond hair and green eyes that did not match Soap’s brown and blue. 

“Alright, Johnny.” Ghost reached up and Soap paused, watching him. He gently traced the scar over Soap’s eye, gloved fingers just barely, barely brushing it. “Have I ever asked where that came from?”

“No, sir.”

“Tell me when I wake up?”

“Of course, Ghost.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost must’ve been much more tired than he thought, because he thought of what his lips would feel like against his. 

Would his fangs cut him?

Soap watched Ghost’s eyes close and how he stopped breathing. It was something that had freaked him out at first. When they slept, whatever made them breathe just stopped. They were also effectively dead to the world, almost nothing woke them up. 

Soap closed the coffin and went back to his room. He put all of the books on his desk away and then went back to bed. 

Soap woke up the next day and saw a giant dog in the living room. He stared at him for a few minutes before deciding that was fine and also not his business. The wolf looked at him for a few minutes before putting his head back on his paws. 

Soap thought he looked kinda weird too, but again, not his business. He walked right past it and went to Ghost, fully intending to tell him about his scar and ask him what he wanted to do today. But as soon as Ghost’s eyes open, he looked angry. 

Alejandro started yelling before he got a chance to really ask him about it. “SOAP WHY IS THERE A MUTT IN MY HOUSE???”

Soap swung around and frowned. “What?”

Ghost was up and at ‘em immediately. “Ale, calm down. We’ll just kick him out.”

“THERE’S A FUCKING WEREWOLF AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!” 

Soap winced. “Werewolf?” 

Ghost rolled his eyes and went downstairs to see Gaz between Alejandro and the wolf. “Kyle, get your pet out of here.”

Soap frowned. “He is still a person?? No need to be so mean?”

“I don’t care! I hope it hurts his feelings!” Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms. 

Rodolfo sighed. “Can you make him take a bath at least? He reeks.” 

Soap sniffed the air, only catching the faintest scent of cologne. 

Gaz hummed. “I like the smell.”

“You’re disgusting.” Rodolfo wrinkled his nose. “It smells like dog!”

Soap looked at the… werewolf. It was weird. He stared at him for a second before seeing it… change. 

Soap pulled away to throw up as its body bent and twisted. That was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. 

“Sorry about that. I know its kinda gross the first time ya see it.” 

“HE’S AMERICAN??” Price sounded scandalized. 

“My name is Alex.” Alex was naked. Completely. Not a hint of shame about this either. Soap averted his eyes but noticed that Rodolfo and Ghost both looked him over. Alejandro waited until Alex glanced at Gaz to look him up and down, but he certainly did. 

“Get him out.” 

Gaz shook his head. “If you guys can be super gross with each other, I can have my werewolf boyfriend.”

Alejandro gasped. “Our love is not comparable to you coupling with that… that…”

Alex growled. “Don’t say it.”

“That dog!”

“That is so bigoted! I don’t call you guys bats.”

Alejandro growled and they started snapping at each other.

Price frowned at Gaz. “Why don’t you settle down with a nice older vampire? You can pick a rich one.”

Soap gasped and looked at Ghost who sighed. “He’s not… He’s not flirting.”

Gaz grimaced. “Price…”

Price smiled at him. “Don’t you think you need someone who understand you? He’s a werewolf. Also he’ll die in 80 years.”

Gaz nodded. “It’ll be a glorious 80 years and then I’ll find him again when he reincarnates.”

Price frowned. “But he’ll be a baby!” 

“I’ll obviously wait until he’s in his 20s!”

Soap hummed. “Oh, grooming.” 

Gaz gasped. “No! Not grooming! Because I won’t be talking to him!”

“You’re still going to wait until he’s legal. Groomer behavior.”

“You say as if there’s not over 700 years between you and Ghost.”

Ghost tilted his head. “What? We’re not dating.”

Gaz: They act like that and they’re not even fucking.

Interviewer: I’m so glad someone else sees it

Gaz: That’s a little pathetic honestly. Like… seriously? They even smooch?

Interviewer: Not that I’m aware of

Gaz: Wow. Wow. No wonder Ghost is always so unhappy. He hasn’t gotten laid since….

Interviewer: Since?

Gaz glances around: Too many ears. Can’t say. But yeah, I don’t think he’s done anything since then. 

Interviewer: And how long was that?

Gaz: 40 years ago? I mean. Unless he’s slept with Alejandro or Rodolfo and I just didn’t know

Interviewer: Why wouldn’t they tell you?

Gaz: Because I’d want to join. Obviously. 

Gaz smiled at Price. “Look, he treats me well, okay? I like him.” He looks at Alex who was now growling at Alejandro who was aggressively hissing back. “He’s so dreamy.”

Interviewer: What the fuck. 

Alex huffed but decided to leave. Apparently it was a pack meeting or something. He kissed Gaz goodbye and he left. 

Soap was relieved, just so his vampires would stop freaking out. 

Price was sitting at the back porch, which was a bit odd, but Soap decided it wasn’t his business. 

Ghost however went to check on him. He thought he had freaked him out earlier. Yeah, walking around during the daylight wasn’t his smartest move thinking back on it. 

But Price didn’t look upset. He looked… enthralled. 

Ghost frowned and followed his gaze to where their next door neighbor was. Their neighbor was… a person. Ghost hadn’t really talked to him. According to Soap, he was pretty nice. He happened to have a nocturnal schedule as well. 

“You good?”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“We don’t eat the neighbors. Brings too much suspicion.” The neighbor was human and Price usually wanted to eat those. As did all of them really. Earlier hadn’t Ghost thought of devouring Soap? 

“He reminds me of my third wife.” 

Ghost blinked slowly and tried to shuffle through Price’s wives. Not all of them were women. Some were male wives and some were female wives. The third one…

“Oh my god. He does look like your wife.” 

Taglist anyone?

[eddieschains]

Missing A Corroded Coffin Show

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Yeah i saw this and couldn’t help myself

i also just busted this out on my lunch break and barely proof read it so sorry lmao

TW: 18+, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), backshots, let me know if i missed anything!!

You’d had a long grueling shift at work full of displeased customers and co-workers not wanting to carry their weight, resulting in you working 3 hours past your scheduled shift. Eddie had a show with Corroded Coffin tonight and while you’d never missed a show before, Eddie could tell how tired you were when you got home and told you he’d be fine if you stayed home.

“Baby look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.” He pointed out.

“But i’ve never missed a show. I should be there to support you.” You pleaded, near tears either from feeling so guilty or from being dead tired. Probably a bit of both.

“Come here.” He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “You have every other show to come to. We’re not going anywhere. Now go put some comfy clothes on and take a nap. I’ll leave as soon as i can after the show to come cuddle you.” He smiles as he stuffs his guitar in its case.

“God i love you. I’m sorry, i promise i’ll be at the next one.” You tell him, walking him out to his van.

He pulls you in for one last hug, pulling back to give you a long deep kiss before hopping in the van and starting the engine. “Get some sleep, see you a few hours.” You wave him off as he screeches down the road.

You decide to kill some time by taking a warm bath, putting one of Corroded Coffins mixtapes on to bring a little bit of the show to you. Once you were satisfied with your bath, you changed into a pair of Eddie’s sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts. You rarely wore your own pajamas to bed since Eddie had so many old clothes you liked to wear instead. They were comfier and you liked that they smelt like him. You slept next to him every night and could smell him just by rolling over, but that was besides the point.

You cuddled up underneath the covers of your shared bed and lit a candle before pulling out the book you were currently reading. You had gotten through another couple chapters before your eyelids began to feel heavy. Instead of fighting off the sleep like you normally would, you place your bookmark inside the book and blow your candle out before turning the light out.

You were woken up a couple hours later feeling Eddie’s chest pressed against your backside while his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a deep breath, relaxing your body under his touch. You feel him slowly grinding his half hard length against your ass as he drags his hand down your side, rubbing circles on your hip.

“Good show?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He mumbles a mm-hmm in your ear. He usually felt frisky like this after a show with the adrenaline running through him.

“Tell me about it.” You place your hand on his, pulling it down to your core. He groans in your ear, wasting no time in slipping it under your sweatpants, dragging his finger up and down your slit.

“We got a bigger crowd tonight, about 30 people.” He toys with your entrance before slipping his middle finger all the way in. “Played that new song i wrote about you.”

“You tell everyone- fuck- tell everyone about me?” He curls his fingers into you just the way he knows you like, while his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit.

“Yeah i did baby. Told everyone how fucking hot you are. And how you’re mine, how this pussy is mine, how you belong to me.” He pushes a second finger in, fucking you harder, feeling your walls start to clench around him. “Told them how much i love you, and how much i wished you were there. How i couldn’t wait to go home and fuck this tight little cunt.”

Your legs start shaking, his words sending you over the edge as your orgasm hits. You arch your back into him, feeling his cock pressing harder into your ass as his fingers continue to milk you through it.

He pulls his fingers out of you and pulls his own pants down his legs as you do the same.

“Why don’t you show me how bad you wanted to fuck my cunt.” He sits up on his knees, flipping you onto your stomach. You can hear him spit into his hand and start stroking his cock from behind you. The sounds of his hand rubbing his wet shaft were almost enough to end you once again.

You start bucking your hips back and forth with sinful moans leaving your mouth, begging him to take you already. He places one hand on your hip while the other pushes your head into the pillow. He drags his dick up and down your slit one last time before slowly pushing inside of you.

“Jesus christ.” He whispers, pulling out slowly and slamming back in. “She takes me so fucking good. All the time. Like she was made for my fucking cock.”

He continues thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace each time, with your moans being muffled by the pillow. He brings on of his hands to your ass, smacking it over and over making you whimper as your pussy twitches around him.

“Fuck me Eddie. Make me cum. Make your good girl cum all over your cock.” He snaps his hips up to yours, pulling your head up to his by your hair. He wraps one arm around your waist while the other holds on to your neck.

“You wanna cum baby?” He grunts into your ear. You shake your head, responding with nothing but a moan. “Good girls use their words. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum for you. Wanna be your good girl please Eddie. I’m so fucking close.” You respond, bouncing up and down to meet his thrusts. His grip on your throat gets tighter, while his mouth starts sucking on the spot just below your ear.

“Then be a good girl.” He whispers, and with those words your shaking again, screaming his name so loud you know the neighbors can hear. You fall out of his grip and back onto the bed as the wave of pleasure takes over.

He grabs onto your hips, his grip so tight you’re sure it’ll leave bruises in the morning. He starts pulling your body into his for his last few thrusts. A loud curse of your name falls out of his mouth as he pulls out and you feel the strings of his own cum dripping down your ass.

His body falls on top of you, still grinding his dick on your ass to ride out his orgasm as he places wet kisses all down your spine.

Once he regains his strength again, he’s skipping to the bathroom to find a towel to clean you up. He lays back down on the bed, pulling you into his chest while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry i wasn’t there tonight.” You say, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

“I’d say you made it up to me pretty well.” He laughs.

“Did you really tell everyone about how much you wanted to fuck me?”

“Only a select few.” He smirks as you slap his stomach. He pulls you in for one last kiss before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.

Must’ve been a hell of a show.

[lokislynx]

🐝: If the clock turned an hour forward, how am I so exhausted? It's supposed to be 8.15 pm of old time! Even new time is only 9.15 pm.

Erik getting to bed using Nadir as a pillow: I don't know. Maybe you just like the bed. It is much comfier than the coffin.

🐝: By the way why are you two in my bed?

Erik: I just told you.

[sterekthesunthemoonthetruth]

Vampire

Blanket Term for humanoid creature that consumes blood and sometimes psychic energy for sustenance

Vampire 1:

Drinks blood

Burns in sunlight

Needs to be invited to enter a building

Can't cross running water

Sleeps in coffin (dirt from their original grave makes the coffin comfier

Vulnerable to holy water and other holy things

Heightened strength and senses

Often murdered with stakes or fire

Literally a corpse

Vampire 2:

Can hide in plain sight

Has all the same attributes and weakness as a human

Feeds on psychic energy either by being incredibly boring or by being in constant emotional crisis which drains the energy out of the people around them.

Vampire 3:

Heightened speed and sensee

Living being

Has venom in their fangs that at first increases dopamine production inducing pleasure and then finally paralyzing their victims

Posses elemental magic (including fire, water, earth, air and spirit)

Can't drink a human dry or they being mindless killing corpses reminiscent of the first vampire.

Won't burn in sun, but still very sensitive therefore needing hella sunscreen

These aren't the only vampires just the most common

They aren't inherently evil, but they aren't typically seen as good.

[therelentless]

"I would like that!" Despite of how sleepy and tired he was, the mention of visiting the planetarium did made him sound a bit more awake and alive for a second there, and perhaps if they have had this conversation ealier in the day, Nandor would have asked for a day and an hour, but at that moment, as exciting as the idea of a planetarium was, slumbering sounded far more enticing and exciting than anything else. -- There was a yawn there as Nandor got into his coffin without waiting for Guillermo to assist him, he just wanted to jump back in it and slumber, and the moment he did, he realized that everything about it felt comfier than the usual, even the fur lining the inside of it.

"Two hours Guillermo," he said, letting the familiar, now bodyguard and also friend, know when he wanted to be awakened. If Laszlo was awake, it was important for him to be awake as well. The way he saw it was that he couldn't leave Guillermo alone with the other vampire, because who knew what ideas he could put in his head. -- Before Guillermo had a chance to close the lid, he put a hand on it to stop him from doing so. "I don't like it." His eyes were closed, already somewhere between awake and asleep. "You and Laszlo, I don't like it," he mumbled, the confession forgotten in his head the second right after he said it finally falling asleep.

Deciding not to comment about how he already knew that and that most people did, but not bothering to lie either, he simply nodded ❝ If you are interested in planets now, we can go to the planetarium one day. ❞ But if they did, Nandor (and the others, if they joined them, although that was unlikely) would have to promise not to hypnotise anyone, especially for so petty reasons as not wanting people to know he tripped.

If this was about him, for whatever silly argument Nandor and Laszlo had gotten into this time, perhaps he could take advantage. He could ask to move in that 'man cave' Marwa was obviously —since she was turned into a completely different person, so she basically ceased to exist— not still using it. He could ask for entire week off and have Nandor to help him with mundane things for once, even if that would be pushing it. But at that moment, he was too taken aback from the lack of a sharp 'no' to demand anything, and well, he wouldn't stop spending time with Laszlo even if Nandor did everything he asked him of... So perhaps, it was best to simply feel smug about it. ❝Aww that's nice to hear. ❞ Or not hear, still the same thing. ❝ Well, I will be back in two hours... Or more, there is no rush. Goodnight, Master.❞ One of which he could sleep some more and tidy up whatever books were certainly scattered around in the library.

[sysig]

One down, one up

[wolvesbaned]

Werewolf/Vampire Hybrids based on this one ask I got! Please click through each panel for details, and let me know which is your favorite! :D

(ID and bonus OC under the Read More!)

There is a column of four panels. Each panel has a digital drawing of a werewolf/vampire hybrid, along with blocks of text describing the creature.

First Panel: A crouching purpley-grey werewolf with batlike features is in the right corner. Top left, there's a 3/4ths view of a man with tan skin, dark brown hair, small wolf ears, and grey-brown stubble. Near the bottom-middle of the page is a white and tan werewolf with batlike features. The text reads:

BATWOLF

Offspring of Werewolf mother and Vampire father, or when a Werewolf mother is bitten by Vampire during pregnancy. Though smaller than most werewolves, its heightened senses and intelligence make just as dangerous. “Human” form resembles a somewhat furry Vampire, or quasi-shifted Lycan. White Vampire Bat color variation, know as the “Rouge the Bat” pelt (this text is next to the white werebat). Reduced weakness to silver and wolfsbane. Astute and lethal ambush predators Able to inject vampiric venom.

Second Panel: A black, angular werewolf on four legs, with one of its clawed hands pointing up. It's maw and claws are dripping with dark red blood. It has two bite marks on its neck. Its eyes have beady dots of red, and its fangs are yellow. To the right of the page are two smaller busts of two canine creatures. The first is a profile of the same type of werewolf, black with red eyes. The second is a hellhound with a glowing red chest and a fiery mane, curved ears and fully red eyes. Underneath the busts are three circular swatches (left to right: white, black, and dark rusty red). Text reads:

VAMPWOLF

Result of Werewolf bitten by Vampire. Given that the Werewolf survives, it will develop a frenzied craving for fresh blood and will no longer consume meat of prey. Extremely dangerous during the Full Moon. Features angle after infection sets in. Vampire bite marks do not heal. NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH HELLHOUNDS. Only three color variations. Must sleep in a Werewolf-sized coffin in case of transformation during Slumber.

Third Panel: A huge tan werebat. The underside of its wings are dark brown. It has a pointed pink noise. There is a closeup of its open mouth and vampire bat fangs. There are also two different posed wings drawn on the left side of the panel. They are drawn small as a diagram example of how a wing can look turned in our stretched out. There is also a tiny doodle of a cartoon werebat face with X's over its eyes. Text reads:

WEREBAT

Result of Vampire bitten by Werewolf; if the Vampire survives, it will transform into a Werebat the next Blood Moon. Vampires who do not reverse the curse by the Blood Moon will transform into a Werebat every following Full Moon. Victims often beheaded for access to more blood. As the vampire ages, werebat form balds. Does not howl, but shrieks and clicks to echolocate. Relies on sensitive hearing to hunt.

Fourth Panel: This is split between two types of monster. To the left, a cream-colored furred vampire with reddish brown hair and yellow eyes. He is tall and thin, with arms too long to be humanoid, wearing blue fannel, skinny black jeans, and a purple coffee mug. He wears silver bands around his wrists, and he also has fangs and long pointy ears. His feet are paws. A small neck-up bust of his werewolf form is to his left. The werewolf has cream and brown fur, yellow eyes, and long vampire fangs. Text reads:

FURRED VAMPIRE

Offspring of Vampire father and Batwolf mother. Werewolf form retains Vampire intelligence and sensibilities. Food substitutes can work to abate craving for fresh blood. Often sleeps in coffins because "It's just comfier". No weakness to silver. Not undead, but often anemic. Since a werewolf curse is not lifted across generations, a Furred Vampire still transforms under a Full Moon, but has a reduced appetite and a more anthropomorphic appearance.

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To the left, a lanky cool grey werewolf with pitch black eyes, a flared purple-black nose, and vampiric fangs. Her human form is pictured with two headshots, one with a beanie and mask on, another with a grey shirt. Her human form has tan skin, dark eyes, and vampire fangs and ears. Text reads:

WEREPIRE

Offspring of Werebat and Werewolf. Werewolf form closely resembles a regular werewolf, with exception to facial features. Completely black eyes, reduced night vision. Flared nostrils. Fang placement to the front of top jaw. Human form easily disguised. No necessity or craving for fresh human blood. Sometimes prone to dormant garlic allergy.

Fifth panel, under the cut: A cool grey anthro wolf with a black and cool blue vampire cape stands looking profile. He has a white neck collar with a moonstone in the center. Text reads:

IAGO

Extremely polite Werevamp* (except during Full Moons, when he goes apeshit)

Loves Shakespeare

Prefers anthro form.

Moonstone allows him to shift at-will

Snooty bitch <3

*A werevamp is the general term for any werewolf/vampire hybrid. Sometimes, “werevamp” refers to a vampwolf that remains in anthro wolf form between Full Moons to abate the bloodlust of vampirism.

[henrybly]

He’d expected amusement from Diego, but the other man just looked downright smug. So it wasn’t really a surprise when his friend seemed oh-so-happy to inform Henry that this wasn’t a fuck up on the hotel’s part this time, but somethig more sinister at play. And by ‘sinister’, Henry meant Diego being a little shit.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” he asked, dropping his duffle bag by his feet. Only because he knew that, despite whatever antics Diego had gotten up to, he was still going to be sleeping somewhere in this room, or at least in the vicinity of it. So he might as well get settled in now as best as he could, even with that smirk on Diego’s face being so plainly directed at him.

Narrowing his eyes at Diego’s explanation, Henry’s head automatically turned to look at the offending wall separating their two rooms, and that was when he noticed the adjoining door for the first time. He could only blame his lack of perceptiveness on a combination of exhaustion and the interaction he had at the reception desk draining the last of his energy reserves. He raised an eyebrow at the door, shut for now, which was probably Diego’s doing, and turned back to the man sprawled across his bed. He wasn’t painting an uninviting picture, as such, just one that Henry knew he shouldn’t even be looking at.

“If you want this bed so bad, that’s fine. I’ll just take yours in the next room,” he said, although he knew that Diego hadn’t concocted this whole thing just because he thought that Henry’s identical hotel room bed would have a better thread count. He was up to something.

Confident that Diego wasn’t going to make this easy for him, he surveyed the sofa at the end of the room and knew that the other man was right. It wouldn’t do him any favours to go sleeping on that. Honestly, there were coffins in his family’s funeral home that were probably comfier to sleep in - not that his brothers had dared him to do so when he was a kid or anything like that, of course not. He turned back to where Diego was patting the space on the bed next to him, but remained standing where he was. Tilting his head to the side, he tried to fix Diego with a look, although given the mess of his hair and the bags under his eyes, he knew it would have the same effect as looking at a pissed off hedgehog. Sighing to himself, he unzipped his hoody for something to do, t-shirt still firmly staying on his body as he tossed it on top of his bag for the time being.

“This isn’t me giving up on getting a bed to myself, by the way,” Henry said, crawling onto the free side of the mattress before flopping onto his back, head hitting the pillow. “I just don’t think I can handle you telling me I need to suck your dick to get the key without ordering room service first to make it bearable.”

Blindly, he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing both the menu and the phone before looking up at Diego. “Are you getting anything?”

It wasn’t something to brag about – not necessarily, not if you were a normal person – but Diego was something of a menace. He knew it, his parents knew it, Poppy knew it, and really, if you didn’t, that was kind of your own fault. He put it down to bad observational skills, really. 

It wasn’t that he was a bad person. He wasn’t cruel or evil by any means, but he liked to have fun. He liked teasing and taunting his bandmates, within reason of course. And he knew they loved him for it. How could they not? So, that evening, when they’d all been assigned the keycards to their respective homes for the next three nights, and Diego had discovered that the connecting door to the room next to his own had been left unlocked, he’d been overcome with glee. 

Sure, there were a million things that could go wrong with him sneaking his way into a stranger’s bedroom in an unknown city, in an unknown hotel – many of which would result in front page headlines, a restraining order, and potentially serving some time – but it wasn’t like that. As much as everyone believed he was dismissive and didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to the countless emails and endless spreadsheets that Ciara, their very sexy tour manager, had sent them, he was all too aware of the fact that he’d been assigned the room next door to Henry’s. Which meant he could have some fun with that information, and the hotel’s potential cock up with the adjoining door. 

Once he’d settled into his own room and packed away everything he’d need for the next few days of tour, Diego shuffled over to the wardrobe and got himself acquainted with the very plush and very cosy robe he’d spotted on arrival. With nothing but a pair of snug boxers on underneath to cover his modesty (not that Diego would ever refer to anything he was packing below as “modest”), he tugged on the robe, slipped his own keycard into the pocket, and slipped through the door into the next room.  

After climbing into Henry’s bed, he didn’t have to wait long before he heard the telltale swipe of the keycard on the other side of the wall. With a smirk, he stretched out, waiting for his bandmate to catch sight of him. 

“Oh no, they didn’t,” Diego smiled, reveling in the look on Henry’s face. He was exhausted, they all were, but he wore a look of unfiltered resignation that Diego would cherish for the rest of his living days. 

Shifting on the bed, Diego patted the spot beside him, shooting a wink in Henry’s direction. 

“My room’s next door, actually. But your bed just looked so appealing. And, honestly Henners, that sofa doesn’t look like it would do your neck much good,” he noted, knowing all too well how much the tour bus had been reeking havoc on the pianists neck. It was cheeky, he knew that, but he needed to play Henry’s weaknesses to his own strength. “Why don’t you join me over here? I kept it nice and warm for you.” 

[lovelieajax]

♡ :: birthday boy

synopsis :: he's always been there for you, so why not make him a special something while he's still in snezhnaya? oh, of course, a birthday party!

ft. childe x gn!reader

wc :: 1,906

cw. n/a

a/n :: this is a bit late for his birthday TT regardless i hope you guys will enjoy !! not proofread + reposted for tags

After the death of La Signora-who was someone you were very fond of-you couldn’t get any work done. You moped around, talking to your personal maids about how upset you were at her death. It wasn't justified, she was so young and was only doing her job, so why?

All the harbingers stood beside her coffin, avoiding eye-contact with one another. The room echoed Columbina's lullaby, which muffled your choked sobs as you recollected memories of Rosalyne. Tears flowed down your frostbitten cheeks, shivering due to the sheer cold of Snezhnaya and the ice cold stares of the others.

Across the coffin to you was Tartaglia, the 11th harbinger. One of the few who were kind and easy to talk to, unlike Pierro or Capitano, who are cold and ruthless. He must've sensed your discomfort in the eerie room, nothing to hear except your muffled cries. The buttons on his coat’s lower pocket were being picked at, excusing himself from his spot next to Arlecchino and towards you.

Sudden bursts of tears choked out, not giving a care about the obvious glares. What mattered most was that you felt a familiar warmth hugging you, much like how Rosalyne’s embraces were.

You never noticed it before, but Tartaglia had always been there for you. Wherever you went, he would always, without a doubt, greet you and ask how your day was. What was oddly amusing was that he would always, always, remember the small things. Like, oh, you’re feeling down? Don’t worry, he’ll buy all the items you’ve mentioned once in a zap.

If someone had told you that he had the biggest crush on you, you wouldn’t have believed it. But now that you’re looking back to everything he does only for you, you start to question whether it’s true or not. Anyways, you snuck into his room and took a peek at his calendar.

A red circle and the word ‘birthday' was written underneath July 20th.

So the only sensible thing to do was prepare him a surprise birthday party. It was already too late to plan something drastic or life-changing, but it’ll be something he’ll remember. Hopefully, it’ll bring him a little dose of serotonin while he’s stuck in the Fatui Headquarters for the week.

And so you first prepared by making invitations. Unsure of how to approach the harbingers, the best thing to do was slide the letters under their office doors. Your legs wobbled like jelly, stopping at Pierro and Capitano’s door, wondering if you should even give them invitations.

It wouldn’t be nice to send them to everyone but them, even if you knew they were too busy to come. So you slipped the letters under their doors and went on with your merry way to Sandrone. She was one of the few who actually talked to you, along with Pulcinella.

“Hello?” The door creaked open, her face popping out.

“Sandrone, hi..!” You got up, fumbling with the items in your hand. “I’m planning a birthday party for Tartaglia, and I was sending out-”

She gave you a kind smile, placing her hands together. “Could I help? I could help decorate your office and bake him some cookies!”

“Oh! That would be.. lovely, thank you!” She took the letter from you, smiling before she closed the door.

A letter was found the same day from Pulcinella, saying he’d help make Tartaglia a new, comfier coat. No other harbingers had responded, so you assumed they wouldn’t be coming. You also weren’t sure of his tastes or what he liked, so you went to ask him yourself. 

“Tartaglia?” The door opened as you knocked, peering in from the side.

“Hm?” His head shifted upwards from his paperwork, an ear-to-ear smile painted his face when he saw you. “Y/N! How are you? Do you need help?” The papers moved to the side, stacked and shuffled away to his cabinets, clearing his desk.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no, no, you’re not interrupting anything! Come in, is there something you need? Can I get you a snack? Are you cold?” He pushed his seat back, laying his rough hands on his desk.

It couldn’t hurt too much to have a small chat with him, right? You accepted, pulling another chair over and seating yourself across his desk. He looked through his largest cabinet, seeing it was filled with different types of snacks (which you all coincidentally seemed to like..).

“Hey.. just a question,” his head turned towards you, “this might sound weird, but what do you like? Er- it can be anything from what type of food you prefer or-”

“Well, I like you.” He booped your nose with his finger, amused by your heating reaction. “I like anything you make.”

“T-Tartaglia! We’re at work, you can’t talk like that!” You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. “Be serious..”

He chuckled, observing your eyes trying hard to avoid his. Tartaglia always thought you were adorable and constantly compared you to a ‘little ball of sunshine’. You’d lighten up whatever room you walked into, always bringing positive energy to such a negative place. Sometimes, for the holidays, you made homemade greeting cards with drawings and sent them out to the harbingers. (He still keeps all of yours from eons ago in a separate drawer).

The thing is, he really wasn’t lying when he said he liked you. He absolutely adored you in every way, much more than words could describe. Though he wanted to get closer to you, he couldn’t; finding his hands would be shaky, lips quivering, and face reddening. So he sticks to the simpler things instead, like greeting you every morning and giving you small gifts.

“Then.. I like sweets!” He attentively looked at you with such care it warmed your heart, bursting with sincerity. He imitates a golden retriever, a giggle leaving your mouth at his expression.

The rest of the day followed, leaving his office early and going back to party planning. Your room had been completely decorated in different shades of blue, streamers and balloons floated to the ceiling.

The table was filled with Sandrone’s cookies and some items you had made yourself. (Which you had asked to bake some items with him, so he could decorate some for himself). Then, it was the day of his awaited birthday party. You had made a sign to place on your office door that read ‘Tartaglia birthday party!!’, and stuck it to the door.

All of your attempts in hiding the party from him must’ve worked, seeing his confused reaction when he opened the door to a dimly lit room with decorations littering the place.

“1..2..” Pulcinella grinned, “3!” 

“Surprise!” The surprisingly large group of harbingers yelled out in a joyous manner, the lights turning on.

“Oh gosh, guys, all this? For little ol’ me?” He clasped his hands together and set them by his neck, mouth agape.

“Happy birthday..!” You held out a neatly wrapped blue present box. His eyes wandered around the room, surprised most of the harbingers came. Pulcinella was by your side-who he didn’t notice until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, it’s not much.. I had only a week to prepare everything.” You placed your hand behind your neck, hands hot and moist with sweat. The room had everything it needed for a party, but the aura was offset by the standing harbingers.

“It may not be much to you, but it is to me.” He rested his arms around your shoulders, slouching down to place his chin on the crown of your head.

“Oh my, it seems we might be intruding on something..” Marionette placed her hand over her mouth, which seemed to be snickering.

“Guessing at the lack of.. food on the table, I think they wanted their alone time together.” Columbina noticed. Arlecchino nodded, inching closer to her slouched position.

“W-Well,” your words stammered out, laughing to cover up your embarrassment. “I wasn’t sure most of you would come.. so I didn’t prepare much.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for Sandrone dragging all of us here. Seems like Capitano, Pantalone, and Dottore wouldn’t budge.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you guys left. I mean, it’s more private time for Y/N and I!” He squeezed you tighter. Without Tartaglia finishing his sentence, all the harbingers ran out of your now deserted office.

You bit your lip, fingers squeezing into each other to create fists with your nails digging into your skin. “I love it, I love everything here.” He placed his warm hand over your trembling one, reassuring you that your efforts haven’t gone unnoticed. His smile is like a warm hug, something everyone would go crazy for.

“I’m glad,” you breathed out, removing yourself from his embrace to get a tissue. “Do you- do you wanna open presents? We can do whatever you’d like today.”

“Of course. I’m excited to see what you got me, the bar is high!”

Damslette and Arlecchino both bought him a communication device (much like a dodocommunicater, but fatui-fied). Pantalone didn’t bring anything, and Pulcinella with a crimson red coat to match the scarf he had made him a while back. In one of the coat’s front pockets, a bag filled with pastries and a note laid.

“Oh, he’s so thoughtful! The note says it’s for Tonia and Teucer, your younger siblings.”

“It might be the best gift here! Besides yours, of course.” He winked at you, closing his eyes as he undid the satin ribbons.

The present box was on the bigger side, a mix of everything you thought he would enjoy. One of the items was a custom-made soft throw-blanket patterned with tiny blue narwhals. Small notes with a sealed letter were set to the side, in the middle was a photobook, framed photos, and a mini Kamera.

He remained silent, as if he were evaluating what each item was and its significance. The photobook plopped on his lap, skimming through the pages as he observed them some more.

“Thank you,” he shifted towards you, his voice softer. He’s confused at how you could put in so much effort in a week just for him to have a good day.

“Oh.. don’t cry,” your fingers trailed to his face, cupping it. His pale and supple cheeks squished against your gentle hands, still as gorgeous as ever.

You and him cleaned up the room, occasionally stopping for a brief snack in between. The sun fell, the moon creeping its way up as the wind crept through your opened windows, sweeping loose papers away. The both of you took a very much needed break on your couch after sweeping up the decorations, exhausted from the labor.

Tartaglia took a bite of your cookie, coughing bits of it onto the floor when he felt something weighing on his shoulder. Your head had bobbed to the side while you dozed off your sleepiness from the lackluster event.

With the way the light from outside highlighted your features, he swore this was the best birthday gift he’s ever received. He scooped you up in his arms and placed your figure back down on the couch, placing his gifted coat to keep you warm. 

“Thank you for tonight, Y/N. You’re the best gift anyone could ask for, I love you.” He placed a tender kiss to your forehead, admiring your sleeping expression as you shifted in your sleep.

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[thecreepycookies]

Coffins are comfier than beds sometimes and that’s okay

[rocorambles]

Thinking Outside the Box

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Mentioned/Implied Chastity Belt, Mentioned/Implied Sex Toys, Mentioned/Implied Isolation Bondage, Objectification, Choking/Breath Play, Overstimulation, Cum Play, Misuse of a Casket...At Best a Dubious Use of a Casket

Summary: Matsukawa rails you in a pretty casket. That’s it. That’s the plot.

A/N: The original request for this was a coffin, but I took some artistic liberty and changed it to a casket because a coffin just seemed SO uncomfy (I say as if I think casket sex is much comfier ROFL).  

You smile as you reach over to grab the proffered bag of takeout you’d ordered, excitedly sniffing the delicious scent of a hot and freshly prepared meal wafting from the hefty paper bag before exiting the restaurant and making your way to your boyfriend’s workplace. Matsukawa has been almost radio silent the past few days and your heart warms from the fact that despite how stressed and overworked you know he is, he had still never failed to send you a good morning and a good night text every day. So when he had sent an apologetic text telling you he’d have to miss your weekly date night, you had offered to pick up dinner and bring it to him so the two of you could at least see each other and so that you could make sure he was taking care of himself in person. And you laughed at how quick he was to eagerly agree. 

Ignoring the closed sign on the funeral home’s front door, you walk through the front entrance you know your boyfriend had left unlocked for you and wander through the furnished halls and rooms, noting how there’s not a single soul left in the building. Guess Matsukawa wasn’t kidding when he said the place was currently shorthanded, hence his hectic schedule. It’s eerie walking through the dark and empty corridors, passing rooms you know had housed countless corpses and grieving people and it only grows creepier as you make your way to the basement where your boyfriend currently is. 

Unlike the floors above that are at least carpeted and kept aesthetically pleasing, there’s no such care for the cold and sterile basement where all the more morbid dealings happen and you nervously gulp as you walk down the poorly lit walkway, breaking into a run when you see the light peeking out from the door you know Matsukawa is working away in. And suddenly it’s really not all that scary anymore as you swing open the door and bite back a giggle from how absurd your tall boyfriend looks, scowling down at a pale lilac and silver casket like it had personally affronted him. 

You’re quick to carefully place dinner on his desk before making your way towards him, sweetly pulling him down for a kiss before wrapping your arms around him and joining him in peering down at the casket, looking up at him with a questioning gaze when you see nothing out of the ordinary. 

You rub soothing circles on his back as he loudly sighs, shoulder slumping and melting into your touch. 

“My client doesn’t want this casket anymore since it isn’t ‘purple’ enough and I can’t return it because it’s past the grace period, so now I have to figure out what to do with this thing.” 

Furrowing your brows, you pull away from him much to Matsukawa’s chagrin, running your fingers over the plush velvet lining and taking a closer look at the colors and detailing. 

“Really? They don’t like it? I actually think it’s really pretty. Well, as pretty as a casket can be anyway. I didn’t even know they came in this color!” 

You keep rambling on, appraising the casket, eyes so focused on the object in front of you that you don’t notice a dark and inquisitive look in your lover’s eyes as he intently studies the pretty picture you make as you bend over the lilac container, gaze roaming over your figure as arousal stirs inside of him. 

How long had it been since he tasted you, touched you, ravished you? 

Far too long. 

Matsukawa and you have a healthy sex life. You suppose that’s a massive understatement considering the extensive “play room” he has in his apartment and the fact that you’re almost a permanent fixture inside of said dungeon. But between work and life recently, neither of you have had the time to fool around and he can feel the effects of that denial rearing inside of him as you prance around in front of him, so innocent, so clueless of the filthy thoughts racing around his mind.    

You squeal, clinging tightly to Matsukawa’s shirt as you’re scooped up bridal style, unsure what’s happening, but you blankly stare in shock as you’re gently laid inside the coffin, easily letting your arms fall limply by your sides when your boyfriend brushes your grip off of him. It’s startling to suddenly be flat on your back, but you whimper as you finally come back to your senses, shuffling around a bit to find a more comfortable position, arms brushing against the firm velvety sides, reminding you exactly what position you’re in and where you’re lying. You feel trapped, vulnerable, small, defenseless as you stare up wide eyed at Matsukawa from your new position. 

He’s always loomed over you, tall muscular body always overwhelming you, but like this he seems inhumanly enormous and humiliation washes over you as you feel your thighs instinctively clench, lust pooling inside of you at the familiar predatory leer he’s pinning you down with despite how wrong, how sinful it feels to be aroused in a coffin, in a funeral home, in a place of death and respect. 

“You look so pretty in there. Maybe I should take this casket home with us, stuff you with a dildo and a plug, keep them inside of you with your chastity belt and keep you locked up in here when I’m not using you. Treat you like the fuck toy you really are.” 

He means it half jokingly, but he can feel his cock twitch, pants instantly tightening at the way you literally whine in arousal at his words. His eyes widen briefly in surprise before relaxing and a razor sharp grin pierces his face and he almost feels giddy with sadistic glee. You always do react so adorably whenever he treats you meanly and he cruelly laughs at your lewd moan when he calls you a fucking slut as he reaches in to swiftly help you completely remove your pesky clothing.   

You’re always beautiful, but there’s something breathtakingly gorgeous and forbidden about the way your bare body looks against the lilac velvet backdrop, how the coffin walls frame and trap your body, displaying you like a mindless doll. His body moves on auto pilot, hasty and sloppy as he practically dives headfirst to join you in the small space, groaning as you wantonly rub and grind against his body as soon as he’s in close proximity, hands scrambling to shove down his pants and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. 

He smirks at the way your hips arch, desperately shaking against his now freed length. And despite how tempting it is to just thrust into you, he takes his time to torment you, hovering over you just far enough that you can’t easily make contact with him, slapping your dripping pussy with his cock, laughing at how you wantonly hump the air in search for more. You really are an insatiable thing, aren’t you? 

You gasp as a large calloused hand wraps around your neck, tightening more and more until your body begins to writhe for a different reason than the coiling lust inside of you, black spots dancing across your vision as you struggle to breathe. But even in the midst of your predicament you hear his words clear as day. 

“When I keep you stored and locked away in the casket, I’ll make sure to drill a few tiny holes for you. Wouldn’t want my little toy to actually die on me before I get my full use out of her. It’ll still be a little hard to breathe, but you don’t mind, right? You always get so wet when I choke you.” 

To emphasize his point, his free hand not gripping your neck trails down your body and you wail when he easily slides two long fingers inside of you, the slick sound of him thrusting in and out of you permeating throughout the room.  

“I knew you were a slut, but this is filthy even for you. I can’t believe you’re this turned on from the idea of being my sex toy. Since you want it so bad, let me make your dreams come true, princess.” 

There’s nothing gentle about the way he suddenly slams his cock inside of you, immediately bottoming out, and you scream as his balls slap against your ass, eyes rolling back in your head from the sudden feeling of being stuffed full. Your lover is well-endowed and no matter how many times he takes you, it’s a stretch, but the pleasant ache of your walls being forcefully stretched, the feeling of being used as nothing more than a rag doll only propels your lustful end closer. 

Matsukawa groans as your cunt clamps down around him, almost making it impossible for him to piston in and out of you at the brutal pace he desires. It’s intoxicating, freeing, being able to just lose himself in the feeling of your tight walls and he knows he’s being rougher than he should be, hips crashing against yours with every violent thrust, but he can’t help it, finding peace in the sex-crazed haze, no thoughts of work or stress on his mind as he uses you to chase his own end. And it’s not like you mind if your loud moans are anything to go by and he keeps on thrusting in and out of you, even after you topple off that dangerously high cliff, drowning in pleasure as you convulse and cum all over his cock. 

But he doesn’t slow down, relentlessly pounding into you as you ride out the pleasurable waves and you feel like little more than an animal as you sob and drool, overstimulation washing over you, pain and pleasure breaking you as you deliriously beg for more, for him to stop, unable to decide between the two as your body thrashes from the overwhelming feelings bubbling up inside of you. And all it takes is one more look at your lewd disheveled face, the evidence of how thoroughly he’s ruined you, to have Matsukawa joining you over the edge, thrusting one last time and plugging you with his cock as he paints your insides with thick white spurts. 

Exhausted, he slumps down on top of your still trembling body and you welcome the warm and comforting blanket of his presence as he murmurs sweet praises into your ears, snuggling into his affectionate and tender caresses, heavy eyelids fluttering shut. But you fight the drowsiness as he softly kisses you, regret and apologies on the tip of his tongue for being so rough without warning that you wave away as you give him a dopey blissed out grin, pulling him down for another kiss before cuddling up to him once more. 

He’s careful when he finally pulls out of you, making sure none of his seed spills on the coffin lining and your face heats as you obediently listen to his gentle command for you to cup your pussy and keep all of his cum inside of you as he pulls up his boxers and pants. It’s arousing and humiliating how his dark eyes attentively stare at your used and naked body as he glides your panties back up your legs, nudging your hands away from the apex of your thighs as he snugly pulls your panties up, effectively trapping the thick fluid inside of you as he lifts you out of the casket before helping you dress and ushering you over to the desk where the now lukewarm food rests. 

He fondly smiles as you refuse to leave his lap, curling into a tighter ball when he urges you to sit in the second chair he’s pulled up to his desk and eat, staring at up at him with big pleading eyes as you cutely open your mouth like a baby bird begging for food from its mother. And how can he refuse when he knows that you’ll be aching and limping for days after this because of him? 

So he just playfully rolls his eyes as he brings a fork full of food to your mouth, snorting at how exaggerated and dramatic your happy dance and reaction to the first bite is, alternating between feeding himself and you. But he freezes, almost dropping the fork in shock when halfway through the meal you shyly ask him if he was serious about keeping the coffin at home, dark eyes snapping towards you, searching for any hint of jest only to be met with a curious gleam, a glimmer of hope. 

No one at the funeral home ever asks Matsukawa what he ended up doing with the unwanted casket and he supposes it’s for the best, mind drifting and daydreaming about the new piece of furniture now on display in his special room, currently occupied by his most prized possession. 

Suddenly work can’t be over soon enough.

[taechnological]

hobi's gift is evidently a new vampire coffin for our wwh

LMAOOO a comfier place for vampire jin to nap in hshsjhzjz so nice of hobi

guess what hobi gifted seokjin (wrong answers only)

[halefirewarrior]

“I’m not saying I’d go back to sleeping in a coffin, but I will say that they were actually quite comfy back in the day,” Harry explained. “And I’m assuming humans have found ways to make them even comfier today.”

"Well they have cushioning and velvet inside them now" Frey said absent-mindedly as she laid on the end of their bed. "But wouldn't you miss cuddling with me?"

[chelsfic]

Leftovers - Part 10 - Nandor the Relentless x Reader fanfic

Previous parts: Masterlist

Summary: Nandor attempts to use his powers of hypnosis to heal the reader’s broken brain, Nadja tries to be a good friend, and Guillermo gets something he’s been waiting for...

Warnings: Smut in this chapter!, Female Reader, Hypnosis, Blood drinking

A/N: I hope you like this part! I thought I owed you guys some smut and fluff after the angst of the last chapter...

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“You are now under my command…”

Nandor’s voice is rich and thick like chocolate syrup. You feel as though you’re sinking under the weight of his influence, falling into his deep, dark eyes and beneath the surface of his droning voice. Your limbs grow heavy and relaxed. It should be a terrifying experience but instead you feel utterly at peace, relinquishing control. Trusting that Nandor will keep you safe.

The vampire swallows, watching the spirit drain from your face with a qualm of panic in his gut. He can do this.

He keeps his hand raised in front of your face, flourishing it as he speaks, “Attend to my words. You will remember the events of the night of the vampire rave. You will regain the memories that were erased from your mind. And...yeah that’s about it.”

He shrugs and lets his hand drop, bending forward to lean his forehead against yours as he holds your gaze, “And now you will awake with your memories healed and the pain gone…”

He leans away, biting his fist in anxiety as he watches you slowly rouse from the trance.

The nagging ache of your erased memories is gone, but in its place you’re momentarily assaulted with vivid images that flash through your mind’s eye like scenes from a movie. You experience the pulsing music and flashing lights of the rave as if you’re really there. You’re lightheaded and dizzy with alcohol and then...a voice making clumsy rhymes into your ear as hands drag you backwards into a shadowy corner. 

“Drug blood chillin’... ain’t no villain… just a quick sip, don’t gotta worry ‘bout killin’...”

Pain. Fear. And then a voice calling casually, “Forget it, boo.”

The memories fade and you finally come back to the present, looking up into Nandor’s worried eyes and smiling unsteadily. 

“It worked,” you say and then you’re falling against him, clutching the front of his shirt and shaking like a leaf.

“Of course it worked,” Nandor replies with a chastising tone. “You doubted me?”

You snort into the fabric of his shirt and hold on tighter. He lowers you both back into the coffin and gently closes the lid, groaning as he settles down beside you.

“Everything is alright now,” Nandor sighs. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, wiggling into a comfier position and then adding, “Nandor? Do you know a vampire who raps?”

Nandor’s body goes rigid beside you and he growls, “Fu-cking guy!”

---

The next night, Nadja sits in front of the camera with her arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her red lips.

“I have no idea why such a vibrant, wicked little warrior baby would want anything to do with Sir Snakes-for-Brains…” she shakes her head. “He’s like, ‘Oh! I am Nandor the Relentless! Look at my giant balls while I set your hut on fire!’ What’s the appeal?”

She rolls her eyes and throws up her hands. “But my stupid human child wants what she wants. And he has been making her very sad for days. Enough is enough!”

She jumps out of her seat and stalks down the hallway, trailing the camera operator behind her. As she nears Nandor’s door she catches her heel on the carpet and nearly trips.

“Fucking witches again!” she shrieks before throwing open the door to Nandor’s room.

Nadja freezes in the doorway and the camera guy films over her shoulder. 

Nandor has you laid out on the thick, fur rug next to his casket. His face is buried between your legs and your fingers twist into his hair as you arch your back. At the sound of the door slamming open you tilt your head back and shriek, “Nadja!”

Nadja’s face splits into a delighted grin and she swats the camera crew away behind her.

“My mistake, little chicky,” she trills, slowly backing out. When the door is nearly closed she pops her head back in and calls, “I never should have doubted your vicious seduction powers, mortal! You go girl!”

Nandor raises his head, his lips and beard glistening with your arousal and he whines, “Get out of here! Fucking hell…”

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You hold out for about ten seconds after the door closes before bursting into giggles. Nandor breaks down with you, his brows arching up adorably as he wheezes with laughter. After a moment, he crawls up your naked body and settles down over you. The hard length of his erection brushes against your heated core and you whine a little with need. He rests his elbows on either side of you, caging you in with his strong arms and leaning down to lick a trail down your neck. Goosebumps erupt over your skin and a pleasant shiver runs down your spine.

“They won’t use that in the documentary, right?” you pant, caught between arousal and worry. You jerk your hips a little, seeking some friction, but Nandor presses down to keep you still.

He drags his fangs over the beating pulse in your neck before replying, “If they do I will rip off their heads and set fire to their villages.”

He twists his fingers into the hair at the base of your skull, pulling your head back to bare your throat. You gulp, overwhelmed with the need for him inside of you. In your fuzzy brain you’re not even sure it matters to you if it’s his fangs or his cock...you just need him.

“Maybe--uh, maybe we could try asking nicely first,” you tease. 

“You are going to make me soft, little mortal,” he complains, nudging your legs apart and lining himself up at your entrance. He presses forward just slightly, enough for you to feel the pressure and the promise of his delicious girth.

You reach down to run your hands along his sides, his hips, cupping his round buttocks and squeezing.

“You don’t feel soft to me…” you laugh and then he’s pushing forward, burying himself inside of you with abandon. His mouth falls open and he darts forward quicker than your eyes can follow, closing his mouth on your tender throat and biting down with a feral growl as he slams inside you.

Nandor shuts his eyes, gripped in the heady sensation of feeding during sex. Sex-feeding. If he’d known it could be this good he would’ve taken a human lover ages ago.

Nandor throws his head back, blood dripping from his chin and onto your naked breasts. He grips your hips, rolling his pelvis against you with unnatural speed until your thighs shake around him and he cries out with his orgasm. 

He falls down beside you, gathering you into his arms and tucking you against his chest with a satisfied purr. You tilt your head back and press your mouth to his, tasting your own blood on his tongue.

“Do I still taste good...now that I’m all impure?” you ask, trying for a light tone, but somehow deeply caring about his answer.

“You taste delicious,” Nandor assures you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and lapping up the slow ooze of blood from your wound. He pulls back, smacking his lips and adding, “Sweet and salty. Like one of your human chocolate pretzel snacks.”

A smile tugs at your lips and you duck your head bashfully. He reaches a hand up to brush his fingers through your hair and you hum contentedly at the feel of his nails dragging along your scalp. 

“Well, that’s all you’re getting for now is a snack,” you sigh, sitting up and stretching your limbs, cat-like. You cover your mouth as a yawn escapes your throat. “I need to go bandage this…”

“Unless…” Nandor trails off, looking up at you with his big, liquid eyes full of feigned innocence. You remind yourself that your boyfriend is a 13th century Persian war lord.

“Unless…” you echo, smirking in amusement at him.

“You wish to make your unholy transition this very night!” Nandor enthuses, sitting up with an eager glimmer in his eyes. “In which case band-aids will be unnecessary.”

You roll your eyes with affection and respond, “We talked about this already, remember? My condition?”

Nandor’s shoulders slump and he looks put out as he replies, “Oh...right. You were serious about that?”

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The camera is pointed at you as you lounge on one of the couches in the fancy room, biting into a green apple and carefully chewing before you reply.

“I told him he has to make Guillermo a vampire first.”

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“Knock, knock!” Nandor singsongs, poking his head through the curtain that serves as the door to Guillermo’s tiny room. 

He finds his familiar seated on his sad, twin bed with his laptop open. He’s sipping a Yoohoo and listening to something on his headphones. 

“Master!” Guillermo exclaims, pushing aside the laptop and slipping off the headphones.

Nandor smiles awkwardly, his fangs biting into his lower lip, and asks, “Do you have a moment to talk, Guillermo? I don’t want to interrupt your computing machine time…”

“Of course!” Guillermo answers. “Is there something you need?”

“No, not at all,” Nandor sits down gingerly on the edge of the bed, awkwardly toying with the hem of his cape as he searches for words. “It is what you are needing, maybe. Guillermo, you’ve been a very good familiar to me… I know I have not always been the easiest vampire to work with…”

Nandor pauses for a beat, looking expectantly at his familiar until Guillermo takes the hint and rushes to insist, “Nonsense! You’re...you’re not difficult at all.”

Guillermo’s eyes flash to the camera and instantly dart away again. 

“That’s kind of you to say. But it’s true, I’ve been demanding and… maybe even a little insensitive to your needs. You’ve worked for me for many years and now, I think it’s time for a reward that reflects your service and loyalty.”

Nandor stops and watches Guillermo with a glint in his eye as he waits for his familiar’s reaction. For his part, Guillermo can’t help glancing at the glitter portrait hanging over his desk with trepidation as he asks, “Is it another...craft?”

Nandor scoffs and barely suppresses a grin as he answers, “No, Guillermo. It’s even better than a glitter portrait. I’m going to make you a vampire!”

Whatever reaction Nandor expected, it wasn’t this. Guillermo’s face lights up for a brief instant and then his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses into his pillow in a faint. 

Nandor jumps up, leaning over his prone familiar with a frown and exclaiming, “Oh no! He’s died already!”

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Guillermo awakes a few minutes later, blinking his eyes open to see his master looming over him and flicking droplets of Yoohoo onto his face. 

“Oh, good, you’re not dead!” Nandor says mildly, sitting back and waiting for Guillermo to regain his faculties.

Guillermos’ voice comes out breathless, “You...did you really say you’re going to make me a vampire?”

Nandor smiles, congratulating himself on the surprise as he answers, “Yes! I’m really going to make you a vampire, Guillermo. Tonight. If you’re ready…”

“But…” Guillermo shakes his head slowly, trying to process this news. He’s delirious with happiness but after so much disappointment he can’t help but be skeptical. “Why now?”

“Eh…” Nandor grimaces awkwardly and flicks his eyes to the camera. “It may have been a condition of turning my human into a vampire...She won’t let me turn her unless I do you, too.”

“Oh…of course,” Guillermo sounds dejected and his shoulders slump forward. 

“Unless you no longer wish to become a vampire…” Nandor moves as if he’s about to leave and Guillermo jumps forward, practically throwing himself into his master’s arms.

“No! I want to be a vampire!” he insists, desperation in his tone.

“Very well,” Nandor throws his cape over his shoulder and turns toward Guillermo, “Prepare yourself!”

Guillermo, trembling with nerves and excitement, tilts his head to the side and answers, “I’m ready, master.”

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A/N: Heeeeyyyoooo, I couldn’t let my baby, Guillermo, have another Jenna incident. I hope you guys liked this chapter! We’re closing in on the finale.

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@festering-queen @kandomeresbitch @strangestdiary @glitterportrait @scuzmunkie @redwoodshadows @sarasxe​ @rileyomalley

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Diabolik Lovers Tag Game

Ava: Thank you so much to the wonderful @raburabusama for the tag! I really enjoy these types of posts. They’re so much fun! And, of course, I’m tagging @vampiretsuki as the rules state. I adore both of your blogs and enjoy seeing what you both post each day. ^^

Rules: Answer the questions and tag anyone else you wish to see participate~ Also tag me (@Vampiretsuki) if you do this because I would love to read your answers~!

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1.- Who would you rather take to a night club, Carla or Azusa? I’ve never been to a nightclub and I don’t exactly plan on going any time soon... Although, this is a fun scenario! I think Carla for the mutual distaste we probably would have for things like that. Plus! I hardly focus enough on the Tsukinami boys and I would like to take a chance to know them better. 

2.- In a Science test would you copy Yuma’s test or Ayato’s test? As the others have said, def Yuma! At least his attempt would be somewhat reasonable, whereas I adore Ayato but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be getting anything out of him and his airplane paper.

3.- Would you rather have Kino and Azusa or Shin and Laito, as your Butlers? I’m gonna go with Shin and Laito on this one. Once again, I wanna know a little more about the Tsukinami’s and that would be a really good opportunity! Not to mention, the thought of Laito as a butler has me kinda weak-

4.- Go on a date with Reiji at a Aquarium or go on a date with Subaru at a Cafe instead? As much as I love our little tsun,Subaru, and it would be adorable to go on a date like that, Reiji is my voice without a doubt. Whether it be at an aquarium or just enjoying some tea with him, I wouldn’t hesitate to go on a date.

5.- Would you rather go support/see Kou at one of his Concerts or go support/see Shu at one of his Violin Performances? Sorry Kou, but I wanna see Shuu shine. I reckon it would be beautiful to watch him play. The setting, the music... it would be stunning.

6.- In a Math Project would you team up with Ruki and Shin or with Reiji and Yuma? Once again, Reiji takes my vote- Him and Yuma wouldn’t be too bad of a team, especially since Yuma is far less stubborn than Shin, hehe.

7.- Who would you put your bets on, Kanato eating the most chocolates or Ayato eating the most Takoyakis? I think Kanato would stop once he begins to get a little nauseous, no matter how good the sweets are. So, I definitely have to give this one to Ayato. You just know he’d eat and eat and eat without an end in sight.

8.- Sleep in Carla’s room, Subaru’s room or in Shu’s room? (You have the room to yourself, they aren’t there) Would you peek on their stuff? Subaru. Definitely. His coffin looks actually kinda cosy and probably smells like him so I’d love that. Also... he does have a secret stash of magazines which I’d love to get my hands on and have a peek at, hehe. Along with other things he might keep locked away, too. Sorry Subaru, but I’m gonna be nosy. 

9.- You’re a princess of the Victorian era! Your father has ordered that you have a bodyguard.. who would you choose as your personal bodyguard, Laito or Kou? Laito, for sure! If this is the Victorian era, too, you just know he’s going to be unbearably raunchy. It would be so fun, and scandalous~

10.- Would you prefer to have Kino in his bat form as your pet or Shin in his wolf form as your pet instead? A little pet bat would be adorable, especially if it’s Kino. He’d pester you quite a lot, I can imagine. Shin, on the other hand, would be so darn stubborn but would be so cute and soft for cuddles, too. I think I’ll say Kino. 

11.- Break a fight between Kou and Ayato or between Laito and Kanato? Getting in between Kou and Ayato sounds like a death wish. They’re both so assertive in their own ways, I would be left in tears... Kanato is terrifying in his own way too, but I reckon it would be easier to calm down Laito (depending on how heated the fight is). So, Kanato and Laito.

12.- Who would you kiss on the cheek, who would you kiss on the forehead and who would you kiss on the eyelids? Options: Ruki, Subaru, Azusa. Hmm... that’s a toughie. I’d kiss Azusa on the forehead, because he’s a cutie. Ruki on the cheek, but it would have to be quick because he is high key kind of scary... and Subaru on the eyelids, hehe. 

13.- Take care of Shu and Reiji in their Chibi form or take care of Subaru and Kino in their Chibi form? Shuu and Reiji, for sure. They’d both be so adorable in their chibi forms, I wouldn’t be able to handle myself!

14.- Sing/Perform in public Laito’s Q.E.D Song or Reiji’s Mr.ButterflyMask song? I prefer Reiji’s sadistic song... but in terms of singing? The english is a bit awkward for that, lol. I’d go with Q.E.D. ^^

15.- Would you rather wear Ruki’s casual outfit or Yuma’s casual outfit? I do like Ruki’s outfit, but Yuma takes the win here for me. It looks a lot comfier and although it would be waaaaay to big on me because Yuma is so tall, it would be pretty cosy <3

16.- Go on a Vacation trip with Shu, Kino and Ayato at a Amusement park or go with Shin, Azusa and Subaru at a Water Amusement Park? Going to an amusement park with Ayato sounds like SO much fun. Shu and Kino too? Sure! They wouldn’t be too back, but I reckon it’d be a better way to spend time than a water park...

17.- Would you rather get lost in a forest with Reiji, Kino and Kou or with Ruki, Carla and Kanato? Reiji. 100% I would trust that boy over anyone else when lost in the forest. Besides, if the others are stubborn and refuse to follow, we’ll just leave ‘em there and Reiji and I can spend some quality time alone :3

18.- Who would you cook breakfast for? Who would you make a scarf for? and Who would you do a drawing for? Options: Kou, Azusa, Shu. I think Azusa would be the kindest about my lack of drawing skills... so that <3 As for breakfast? Maybe Kou. and the scarf would be for Shuu because he’s a comfy boy that would enjoy comfy things like that. 

19.- Participate in a Circus as Carla’s Knife thrower assistant or go to a Casino with Shin and be offered as a bet/reward by him in the Roulette Wheel game? (So if Shin looses you’ll be taken away by whomever won) Hah, not a chance I’d trust Shin with that (sorry, my guy :( ) so i’d definitely have to say I’d be Carla’s knife throwing assistant. I sorta trust his aim ;-;

20.- Who would you rather catch by accident taking a shower, Yuma or Kanato? Pfft- Yuma, of course. I mean, can you just imagine that visual? What a lucky, lucky girl I would be to see that man’s chiseled chest, wet and untied hair, happy trail, and bare ass-cheeks-- (sorry, adhglsj)

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Ava: I’ll tag @reijisama , @ayatobio , @admin-sama , @danas-wonderland , @bloodiedtears , @strawberry--bride (either admin or Sharon!) and anyone else at all that would like to do it! Of course, feel free to not do it too. ^^