#darkromance

[riddleswhcre]

.ᐟ just thinking about tom whispering sweet things

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

“you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” his voice is quiet, just above a whisper, but there’s a rasp to it, the kind that makes it impossible not to listen.

you’re curled against him, your face half-buried in the pillow, your back pressed against his chest, one of his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. his other hand brushes against your back, slow and deliberate, like he’s tracing patterns only he understands.

he shifts a little closer, his nose brushing against the side of your neck, warm and soft. “you’re always so oblivious,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your skin just barely as he speaks. “do you even realise what it does to me? the way you look at me like i could give you the world… like i’m anything close to deserving of you.”

his hand moves lower, resting against the curve of your hip, holding you in place like he’s worried you might disappear. for someone so composed, so untouchable, there’s a quiet desperation in the way he holds you now—like this is the only time he lets himself unravel, where no one else can see.

“you make me soft,” he admits, his tone dropping lower. “and i hate it.” there’s no malice in the words, though. if anything, there’s something almost bitter in how he says it, like he can’t decide if loving you is his greatest weakness or his greatest strength.

you fight the urge to move, to respond, to let him know you’re awake, but something tells you he wouldn’t say any of this if he thought you could hear.

his lips press lightly against your shoulder, lingering like he’s waiting for the world to collapse beneath him. “but i’d take it, you know. all of it. every soft, pathetic part of me… as long as it means i get to keep you.”

for a moment, he doesn’t move, his head resting against you, his breath warm on your neck. then, just as you think he’s done, he whispers, softer now, “mine,” and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. it’s fleeting, barely there, but it sends something down your spine all the same.

he shifts again, pulling you even closer, and for the first time tonight, he seems at ease. you stay still, heart racing, and wonder what he’d do if he knew.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

𓏲 ࣪₊ ❥ 𓂃 more

soft tom has me in a chokehold rn. thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[s-soulwriter]

Dark past ideas

A dark past can be really intresting in books .here are some ideas:

Mysterious Orphanage Escapee: A character who grew up in a sinister orphanage and narrowly escaped its dark secrets.

Traumatic War Survivor: A soldier who witnessed unspeakable horrors on the battlefield, leaving deep emotional scars.

Secret Criminal Past: A reformed criminal who once led a life of violence, but is now trying to make amends.

Kidnapped as a Child: A character who was abducted at a young age and endured years of captivity before escaping.

Tragic Family Betrayal: A character who was betrayed by a close family member, leading to a life filled with distrust and pain.

Cult Escapee: Someone who managed to break free from a dangerous cult, but is haunted by their past involvement.

Haunted by a Violent Crime: A person who accidentally caused harm to someone in their past and has been tormented by guilt ever since.

Dark Addiction: A character who battled a severe addiction that nearly destroyed their life before seeking recovery.

Betrayed by a Friend: A friend who turned out to be a traitor, leading to significant emotional trauma.

Abandoned in Isolation: Someone who was left alone and abandoned in a desolate place, struggling to survive.

Witness to a Murder: A character who saw a murder as a child and was forever scarred by the experience.

Childhood Experimentation: A person who was subjected to unethical scientific experiments in their youth, leaving lasting physical and emotional scars.

Kidnapped and Forced into Crime: A character who was abducted and forced to commit criminal acts against their will.

Betrayed by a Mentor: Someone who was betrayed by a trusted mentor, leading to a deep sense of betrayal and loss.

Survived Natural Disaster: A survivor of a catastrophic natural disaster who lost everything they held dear.

Abusive Relationship Escapee: A person who managed to escape an abusive relationship, but continues to struggle with the trauma.

Witness to a Dark Ritual: A character who stumbled upon a sinister occult ritual in their past, leaving them haunted by the experience.

Family Curse: A character burdened by a dark family curse that has brought suffering to generations.

Identity Theft and Framing: A person who had their identity stolen and was wrongfully accused of crimes they didn't commit.

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[sepulcher-of-the-light]

Cosmic love, art by Lucas Garcete

[shiklah]

sacrifice

Castlevania

Hector x vampire!reader

She loved to peek into that room, shrouded in darkness. She would watch him in secret as he brought to life another hellish creature, which writhed at his feet with a cacophony of noise. She observed his face—focused, grim, and gray.

No human had ever been so close to her, even though they hadn't spoken much. Yet he fascinated her to the point where she could watch him for days. He was proud, intelligent, a creator... No king or monarch, willing to give up their treasures for a mere glimpse of her attention, could compare to him. He had no wealth, only talent. Oh, but what talent it was.

"You are magnificent," she finally spoke, seeing Hector set down the hammer on the stone table and straighten himself with a heavy movement. She stepped deeper into the room, and he gave her a tired glance. "I didn’t mean to interrupt, but truly, you are fascinating. What you do is fascinating."

"I saw you watching me," he replied at last, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned against the stone counter and measured her with his eyes, from her feet to the top of her head. She wore a purple gown that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Her hair, partly styled in intricate braids at the back of her head, partly flowing down her shoulders, framed her pale face. Her lips were accentuated by dark lipstick, which emphasized the whiteness of her sharp, dagger-like fangs—something that had caught his attention when she had laughed with a delicate, pearly sound at his words.

"I must admit, I thought I could get away with it," she shook her head as if somewhat embarrassed by the fact she had been caught in the act. "But why didn’t you say a word?"

The man lowered his gaze from her and fixed it on the stone floor. A silence settled, interrupted only by his steady breathing and the rustling of her precious gown. She studied his pale hair, simple robe, calloused hands, and couldn’t escape the thought that they were so very different from one another.

"Your gaze flatters me," he admitted in a soft, deep voice, and she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. She smiled instantly and walked even deeper into the room, maneuvering between the patches of dried blood staining the floor.

He saw her figure glide toward him like a swan over the calm surface of a lake, but she only seemed real when he felt her presence beside him. Usually, vampires stirred feelings of unease and disgust in him, maybe a specific kind of fascination, but she was different. Just one of her glances, sent through a small crack in the door, could give him so much confidence and spread through his body a warm, unexpected wave of safety and love he had never felt before. He wasn’t even sure if it was love or if he simply didn’t want to name that feeling.

"You’re kind to me," she suddenly said, placing her cool, delicate hand on his rough, warm one. He looked into her dead eyes, noticing sadness and worry in them—feelings he hadn’t expected. She was a cheerful soul, which was rare in their times. That made her even more special and fascinating to him. "Know that I know very well what Carmilla advised you to do. I knew from the very beginning."

He didn’t know why he was surprised. Her and Carmilla were sisters. They ruled together in Styria, came to Dracula’s castle together, made decisions together, and planned every step together. He realized that she must have known about the dishonorable proposal that Carmilla had made to him and that he had been pondering so intensely.

He was surprised, however, that she had also brought up this topic with him. He couldn’t reconcile her delicate, pleasant nature with betrayal, war, and death.

"If you ask me, I will agree without hesitation," he whispered at last, confessing all the feelings he carried inside him, feelings he hadn’t dared name. He felt her slender fingers tighten on his hand and sensed her exhale heavily as she traced her thumb along his wrist.

"Don’t agree, Hector," she finally said, closing her eyes. She released his hand and sighed deeply. "Carmilla is an excellent strategist and a woman of great intellect, but her heart is as hard as stone. Beware, she will use you without mercy and treat you like a dog when the time that favors her comes. Don’t let her deceive you, and leave this castle as soon as possible. Flee the land of Wallachia."

Her words seemed not to reach him. How many times had he thought about how he could start a new life, with her by his side? Maybe it was naive thinking, but that hope was the only thing that could bring even a shadow of a smile to his face.

"And forgive me," she sobbed, swaying on her feet. Hector caught her almost limp body and held her tightly to his chest, not letting her fall. "Forgive me for agreeing to be a part of this plot. Carmilla was my whole world, I knew nothing but her. This may not be an excuse, but know that I wish neither anger nor death upon you. So I advise you to flee, and it would be better if fate never brought you across my path again."

Her despair seemed almost theatrical, but he knew it was sincere. He pulled her tighter to his body, squeezing almost all the air out of her. The woman breathed heavily again and quietly cried, pressing her hands to her chest.

"Run away with me," he suddenly proposed, pushing her away from him by the length of his arm. She staggered in his still strong grip like a doll, struggling to regain her balance. "I know you don’t desire war and conquest. I know you don’t need fame and power. So run away with me."

She heard footsteps on the stairs and immediately broke free from his embrace. They both carefully watched the entrance to the room, expecting the appearance of an unexpected guest or someone who, with ill intent, had overheard their emotional conversation. And it didn’t matter whether it was someone connected to Carmilla or Dracula, in both cases, they would be deprived of their lives.

"We are too reckless," she finally said when the last echo of the footsteps disappeared into the darkness of the gloomy corridor. "If I run away with you, I will remain your problem for a long, long time, if not for eternity. Are you ready for that sacrifice, Hector?"

[oldwinesoul]

[lilithghoul]

it's not true love until we've summoned demons from the depths of the most obscure graveyards 🥀

[ireadyabooks]

Haunting Dark Fantasy from Kelly Andrew🕸️ 🔮

Read excerpts from I AM MADE OF DEATH, YOUR BLOOD, MY BONES, and THE WHISPERING DARK!

From Kelly Andrew, the New York Times bestselling author of Your Blood, My Bones, comes the most electrifying dark romance of the decade.

Start reading I Am Made of Death now!

A seductively twisted romance about loyalty, fate, the lengths we go to hide the darkest parts of ourselves … and the people who love those parts most of all

Start reading Your Blood, My Bones now!

“A haunting, dreamlike tale of sacrifice, love, and obsession.” – Cassandra Clare, #1 New York Times bestselling author.

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[kat-von-rose]

• Danced with the Moonlight •

The Pink Moon – the first full moon of spring – is a symbol of rebirth and cleansing. Its name comes from the traditions of the Indigenous peoples of North America, who named the April full moon after the blooming of wild phlox, one of the earliest spring flowers.

[novinablog]

In the cold night

I remember you

Drowning in despair

And lost in the soul

I want to kill my despair

But I can't

It's too late

Really running out of time

Like a maze

I'm lost

Lost in the silence

Dying in despair

[hornedstorys]

COD Ghost x Reader - The Rose and the Skull - Part 1 - nsfw

Warnings: Darkromance, mild stalking, inspired by Haunting Adeline, nsfw, sex, rough sex, breeding kink, masturbation, age difference - may contain spoilers!

Synopsis: Ghost and you had known each other for a long time, when he accidentally found your Darkromance books and realized how obsessed you were with him, he got an idea.

PS: I don't want to start a discussion about the Haunting-Hunting Adeline books! It's perfectly okay and understandable if some people didn't like it! But I loved the first book and it inspired me to make Simon a Shadow.

This story/saga is for all my Darkromance people, enjoy!

Your HornedStories

You were so engrossed in your book that you didn't notice the heavy footsteps entering the room until a shadow passed over your figure. You flinched and moved your head, the white of his skull mask shining above you and chocolate brown eyes looking at you curiously but skeptically at the same time. With a quick movement, you threw the book with the dark cover featuring roses and a skull and crossbones into the corner.

You looked mischievously at the soldier.You were flatmates and you had found an ad about a year ago where he was looking for another flatmate. Of course, you'd jumped at the chance. The apartment was cheap enough for you and was close to where you worked. Simon Riley aka Ghost was a quiet flatmate and you were happy to accept it, it was pleasant and you quickly got on well. But he wasn't always there. He was a soldier and belonged to Tsak Force 141, which meant he was often stationed and you were alone in the apartment and bored. Until one day you came across dark romance books and the dark, spicy stories with some trigger warnings captivated you.

Everything you read in this book, the interaction between the main male protagonist stalking the main female protagonist kind of made you wet yourself. You had no experience in any of these areas. Neither with gun kinks, breeding fetishes or stalking, even if you weren't really sure if stalking was something that would turn you on in real life. You knew it was wrong. These books were a fantasy world you could dive into to taste feelings you didn't want to taste in real life. The forbidden had lured you in and the curiosity of what you would feel when you read these books.

"Hello," you said sheepishly and you could see the man in front of you frown as you threw the book away, even though he had his mask on and was standing in front of you in full costume.

"You're back already, Simon," you stood up, almost tripping over your own feet, but managed to catch yourself.

"Did I interrupt something?" the tall man asked, his voice sounding amused. Your cheeks burned and you felt hot. Simon didn't know what you kept reading and he certainly didn't know that while he was away you used the solitude to touch yourself on your dark thoughts and make yourself moan. It was so forbidden, but it had manipulated you and drawn you into its dark clutches.

"N...no, you didn't. I was just reading," you talked your way out of it and pretended he hadn't just scared you to death. Simon didn't necessarily need to know how ill you were. But at the time, you didn't know that he was the shark that would swim circles around you, getting closer and closer each time until he snapped.

"What's the book about? Must be exciting, you were really engrossed in it," he chuckled and put his bag down, then pulled off his headgear to reveal his straight, dark blond hair. Your eyes widened as he turned back to you. His chocolate brown eyes met yours, he was still wearing his mask, at least only the lower part that covered his mouth and nose. Your embarrassment didn't get any better under his deep gaze and you thought about how you could talk your way out of it.

"Yes... Yes, it's very exciting. It's about, uh... Human trafficking!" It wasn't really a lie. It was actually about human trafficking and you saw the astonished look on his face. Then he turned completely. His eyes were rimmed in black, making his light-colored eyelashes stand out even more.

You had to admit to yourself that you found him attractive, but you were almost ten years apart in age and you figured he didn't want anything from a kid like you, even though you were legally an adult and quite mature for your age.

"You read something like that? I wouldn't have put it past you. But be careful with something like that," he warned you and looked at you seriously, "stories like that can... change you", you grimaced slightly at his words. You knew that Simon had seen and experienced a lot in his life as a soldier. It was a formative life and there were times when he came home distraught and was a different person.

On the battlefield he was Ghost, cold, emotionless and murderous, trained to do his job. But when he came back to the flat share, he was just Simon Riley. A man with emotions, scars and a vulnerable side and you felt sorry that his life swung so much between these two characters.

"I'll be careful," you whispered, picking up the book and putting it back on your shelf without noticing Simon staring at it thoughtfully. You had cooked dinner for you and you ate. Simon told you a bit about his mission, but he always kept you strictly out of his soldier stuff. He thanked you for the food and told you that he still had to put his things away and wanted to take a shower. You just nodded and went to bed.

It was the middle of the night when Simon lay awake in bed thinking about the book. He knew you were hiding something, why would you just read a book with that kind of content, plus it made no sense that there was a skull and roses on it and who was Adeline?

Enough was enough for him and he got up and made his way to the living room. He didn't make a sound as he opened the door and walked through the short hallway. Of course not, he was a master at being quiet, even when he didn't have his mask on.

Like a predator, he crept through the shadows and took the book from the shelf. He had to admit to himself that he thought the cover was kind of pretty. The background was matt black and went well with the red of the roses and the human skull.

'Haunting Adeline,' his mind read and he turned the book over in his dizzy fingers. 'The Shadow and the Manipulator'. This was definitely not a book just about human trafficking. Simon wasn't stupid. He faintly remembered you saying something about Darkromance books and he remembered your red, embarrassed face when you first read one.

His curiosity was aroused. What made that sweet little rose so red? He sat down on the couch and started reading.He had been sitting there for two hours now, engrossed in the book. Damn, what the hell have you been reading, you dirty girl? He shook his head in amusement, but could understand why you blushed so much and threw the book aside. Simon wondered if you would like something like that. Would you like to be salted?

He read the scene of Zade fucking Adeline with his loaded gun and chuckled in amusement. The thought of you in Adeline's place and him in Zade's place made him unintentionally hard. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, ignoring the twitching of his cock, and read on.

He was tired, but curiosity kept him awake and he couldn't and wouldn't sleep with a hard-on. He would have to jerk off first. But you weren't lying, there was human trafficking in this book.

Tales of children being raped and sacrificed for sick rituals and it made his blood boil. He had killed people like that. He had been on a mission that also had to do with human trafficking and he had seen enough disturbed and dead children on his way through the battlefield. Images that would never be forgotten.

They had shaped him, made him a broken man and he could understand Zade's urge to kill these people. No one had the right to decide over life and death, but such people must be punished and his place in hell was already reserved anyway, what more would a corpse do to his account?

Then your face appeared in his mind's eye. Innocence personified, or so he thought. Simon wondered if you were aroused by what you read in it, the scenes between Zade and Adeline. The thought of licking you made him twitch again. A muffled moan escaped his throat, then he stood up and put the book back on the shelf. He would continue reading, but first he had to take care of the problem between his legs. He went back to his room and lay down on the bed.

His cock bobbed against his stomach and he could see the droplet of pleasure making its way through.He took it in his hand and jerked it up and down. A gasp came from his throat and he closed his eyes. Simon imagined what it would be like to have you.

Your sweet little form beneath him. Spoiled and broken by his hands. Your pussy full of his cock, panting and with flushed cheeks. It was as if these images only made his cock harder and he gritted his teeth sharply.

You put a spell on me

I'm losing my mind

You better stop these things

It's a matter of time

He always thought you were cute. He loved the way you looked after him, especially when he came back from his missions. You used to watch movies together and talk. He liked that you weren't the loudest, but he also loved how you blossomed around him. You were more open around him, it was only with strangers that you were very reserved. And above all, he loved your eyes.

They looked so innocent at first glance, but he could see the fire in them. The depravity, the desire. His gasp became a growl as he fisted himself faster and continued to think of how he let his cock sink deep inside you and how his seed filled your core. He groaned and his cock twitched as he came on his belly. The white strings were all over him and he wondered what you would look like with them on your skin.

Your night was quiet, you had a pleasant sleep, you slowly opened your eyes. The sun was shining through your window and you stretched. You got up and went to the kitchen. Simon sat on the sofa with his mask on and stared at the TV. He clicked through the news and you gently touched his shoulder.

"Good morning," you smiled, "sleep well?" you asked him and Simon nodded, his eyes looking at you with amusement. There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he had missed a few hours of sleep.

"When do you have to leave again?" you asked and the man shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing planned for now, maybe I'll be lucky this time and can take a little longer to catch my breath. I'm getting old too," he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh come on, you're only thirty years old, Simon. That's not old," he raised an eyebrow at this statement and looked at you with scrutiny.

"You don't think I'm old," he hacked and you shook your head and put cornflakes in your bowl. He would definitely remember that statement. He focused back on the screen and you ate and then grabbed your book. Intense brown eyes followed you, then you had disappeared into your room and Simon gritted his teeth.

He closed the songs and tried not to think about how you were probably about to touch yourself. Without him. You would come, without his help.

But just you wait, little rose. As soon as you have my taste on your tongue and I make you cum, you won't want anything else. His cock got hard again and he grumbled.

You had waited until Simon was out of the apartment. Today was one of those days when he did something with his boys and they went to the bar. Much to your delight. You could feel the wetness between your legs and you were so looking forward to your fingers sliding through your wet folds with such ease. In your mind you imagined what it would be like to have a gun down there between your legs, cold metal stretching you.

You moaned as you ran your fingers over your clit and the good feeling shot through your abdomen.God it felt so good and you moaned. You put the book down and sat on your knees. You kept fingering yourself and moving your hips against your fingers. Your mind was foggy and suddenly chocolate brown eyes appeared in your field of vision.

You gasped as Simon slowly crept into your mind. Your fingers didn't slow down and you imagined him in his soldier clothes. He was so tall and you couldn't get his bulging thighs out of your mind. He looked so good. Your inner self fought against thinking about him, but he didn't need to know. So you let your thoughts run free without realizing that there was a shadow at your door.

He had just forgotten something, but your moaning had attracted him like a drop of blood attracts a shark.

Your moans sounded like angels singing and he was almost jealous that he wasn't allowed to touch you. His stomach tightened and he felt something unhealthy rising up inside him. Something bitter and sour. But he left it at that and left, for good.

You tiptoed quietly out of the room and into the living room. You felt like watching a series, but you weren't sure if your roommate was back. But you didn't hear anything. You strolled into the kitchen, only to pause the next moment.

There was a single rose on the table; pink and the thorns had been cut off. Confused, you picked it up and examined it. It was a beautiful specimen, with large blooms. A bouquet of these would certainly cost a lot of money.

You looked at it again and a brief smile crept onto your face, but that smile would soon turn to unease.

Rose and Skull divider by @thecutestgrotto

[celestarly]

Samkiel and Dianna ⚔️ "He is order. She is chaos. One cannot exist without the other, and if she were to lose that, war would be the least of our problems.” 📖: The Book of Azrael series In love with this art of Dianna and Samkiel by @celestarly! . . Please don’t repost. 🤍 🖤We’d love your support through follows, shares, saves, comments, and likes! 🖤 Your engagement means a lot to us! . 🌹 Art by @celestarly 🌹 Commissioned by @amber.v.nicole

[sepulcher-of-the-light]

Vampire among cypresses, by Lucas Garcete

[rafeyssugar]

INTRODUCING VAMPIRE!RAFE CAMERON X HUMAN!READER

warnings: dark themes, obsession, dangerous love, secret affair, bloodplay

✧ in which centuries-old vampire rafe cameron met human!reader on a cold, rainy night, drawn to the warmth and vulnerability she exuded, despite the danger of his thirst for her blood

✧ rafe had lived through countless years, maintaining his distance from humans. he had kept his desires controlled, choosing instead to live in the shadows, distant from temptation. but when he met human!reader, her innocence and her scent were impossible to ignore

✧ their first meeting was a collision of fate—her laughter, soft and melodic, cutting through the tension between them. rafe knew the danger he posed to her, yet something in her eyes made him lose his resolve. the chemistry between them was undeniable

✧ one fateful evening, rafe couldn't hold back. he followed her home, his heart racing in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries. when she invited him inside, the lines between predator and prey blurred. a dangerous, intoxicating night followed, full of passion and dark temptation

✧ over time, rafe found himself unable to stay away from her. he kept visiting, unable to resist the pull she had over him. every touch, every laugh, every moment spent with her only deepened the obsession he had tried to deny for so long

✧ unable to watch her live in a rundown apartment, rafe started taking care of her. he moved her to a luxurious penthouse, ensuring her safety and comfort, but it was more than that. his actions were a way of keeping her close, of marking her as his

✧ the longer they continued their secret affair, the more human!reader became entangled in rafe’s world. unaware of his true nature, she fell deeper for him, her trust growing with every whispered promise.

✧ as their connection grew, so did rafe’s internal battle. torn between the centuries of control he had established and the raw, burning desire for the one thing he couldn’t have, rafe began to question whether he could keep his secret marriage and past hidden, or if his obsession with her would destroy everything

✧ for rafe, every stolen kiss, every heated touch, made it harder to resist the urge to break free from his past. but the question remained—could he love her without ruining her, or was he destined to pull her into the darkness he’d spent centuries hiding from the world?

[lighthousepigeons]

[During the Heathens initiation]

Niko, in his mask: Run if you want to live.

Brandon: *Runs*

Niko, confused: Not like towards me though.

Brandon:

[oldwinesoul]