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verlaineszz · 9 months ago

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hi!! Can you write a yandere ghost dazai x human fem reader fic?

A/N: of course!! (✦ ‿ ✦) I've been actually meaning to write a ghost dazai but a yandere? Oohhhhh sounds great! :D, thanks for submitting this lovely request of yours anon(≧▽≦)!

YOUR SILHOUETTE A PALE MIST, BURY ME IN YOUR KISS!

ᯓ ⁺₊ ๋࣭ ⭑♡— YANDERE! GHOST! Dazai X HUMAN FEM! Reader!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SUMMARY: Nearby a forest, there was a 1862 Victorian Mansion that still had strong walls and doors that stood strong against winds and storms. But there was something weird about the home, the past owners of the home were either found dead or moved out for good after just a week.

It was rumoured that it was haunted by a vengeful spirit, but no one dared to banish it or call in a priest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ☠︎︎— HORROR + ANGST + SUGGESTIVE(?) + FLUFF

A/N: FINALLY A NORMAL REQUEST!! anyway, this fanfic may be abit long but apologies since you never really specified your preference for the fic but I'll try!! :D i haven't written yandere in a year so let's see what i can do. （＾ω＾）

𓂃 ࣪˖ ༒︎— WARNINGS : Blood, Death, Suggestive (?) , cursing, SLIGHT(???) GORE

You were currently moving in the old 1862 Victorian Mansion that was rumored to be haunted, obviously it was sold pretty cheap through the online site and the decor of it was absolutely marvelous, which made you not even care if it was haunted or not.. It was so cheap and so beautiful that how could you not buy it?..

The boxes of your things are already in your home and all you have to do is to unpack. You started unpacking and moving things around.

During your little unpacking session, you were gonna walk up the stairs but notice that there was this portrait shape that was covered with a red cloth that wasn't shown in the pictures online, you put the boxes down and decided to remove the cloth. When you slowly slipped the red cloth off the big portrait, there showed a man wearing a white jabot, blue and gold coat and a soft smile. This made you take a step back and look up and down to analyze the painting, the painting of the ridiculously attractive man.. Weird as hell!

You scoff and turn around to continue unpacking your things, but the second you turned around, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You ignored the feeling and continue unpacking.

While you were unpacking, dazai— the phantom of the house that is the original owner of the home was watching you, it was new to him.. A female unmarried tenant? This might be his best bet to scare the living shit of you, since he hasn't gotten a female tenant yet.

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The unpacking was done and you were visibly tired, immediately crashing on the red floral patterned couch that was in the living room. The whole place looked old but aesthetically pleasing. There was a fireplace, a grand piano, a grandfather clock, bookshelf and a coffee table with a wood vase of belledonna. You sigu and cross your legs, tilting your headback, this scene wasn't unnoticed by the ghost of dazai osamu. He was watching you with curious intent, he was sure that he'd have you dead or gone in no time since he never liked anybody living in his home. But since you were.. Really pretty.. Why not toy with you for a bit before placing your life in a casket?

During the first night, you were there on the bed in your new room, scrolling on your phone before looking at the time, it was 9:56 pm..you gotta take a shower before going to bed since you had work tomorrow. You stood up and removed your clothing before grabbing a robe and entering the bathroom, you turn the water on and began showering, as you showered, you still felt a creep run down your spine, as if you were being watched.

In dazai point of view, he was staring at your bare face, he smirked and checked you up and down.. Seeing your hips, thighs, waist.. And... He chuckled silently, seeing you showering without a clue that you were being watched, he quickly left and decided to give you some privacy.

After showering, you slid into a thin night gown before laying down on the canopy bed and scrolling on your phone, but as you laid down it felt strangely cold, the windows were closed so how could this be cold? You wondered before the bedside lights started ti flicker, but you quickly dismissed it as old house quirks— "must be some random Victorian magic or something.." you mutter before you continue scrolling on your phone, dazai continued to observe you in the shadows, sometimes moving places from time to time to look like shadows were moving which you unfortunately did not notice.

He pouted as he noticed that you didn't see the subtle appearances he did before planning of a way to get a reaction out of you.

You put down your phone and decided to sleep, it was now 10:23 and you really needed sleep. You stare at the canopy beds ceiling before slowly closing your eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly, a sight that dazai found warm. He stared at you with a grin as the moonlight through the window shined upon your body.

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When you woke up, you felt like a hand was playing with you hair.. You immediately sat up straight and looked around, feeling spooked before taking a deep breath and getting out of bed to get ready to go to work then meet up with your boyfriend.

Whem you left, dazai stayed there, thinking about how to scare you even more, so when you left, he rearranged some of the stuff in yours house, small mischievous giggles came out of his mouth while doing so.

A few hours later.. The second you arrive back home and bring in your boyfriend, dazais expression from afar turned im disgust, obviously he didn't like other men in his house, especially when the man was with you when he just got a pretty lady in his humble abode!

your boyfriend wasn't really the most supportive person in the world or nicest.. He was just there, you didn't even know how you and him managed to get together when the whole relationship only felt one sided.

"This place looks.. Err.. Old.. You like this shit?" your boyfriend asked with a unimpressed look.

This left dazai pissed since he wasn't only in his house and taking you away from him but he was also insulting your choice in houses..

You and your boyfriend walked up the stairs to your room for some alone time, he sat there on your bed in a reckless way, he just laid there like he owned the place. He scrolled on his phone as you sit beside him on the right side of the bed and hug his arm, your boyfriend clearly couldn't care less which made dazai grumble silently in the corner of darkness.

You and your boyfriend were.. "cuddling" on your bed as he scrolled on his phone, probably lookin at other women before dazai got fed up and whispered something in his left ear to scare him— "get out, you scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens a little, looking at you with a pretty annoyed look, "did you just call me something?.." he looked at you, visibly pissed, pushing your arm away from him. "What?? I didn't?" you replied back with an innocent look, dazai watched the scene, not wanting to resort to something else to not scare you away from him, he looks at your innocent face, though he can see you, both of you amd your boyfriend couldn’t see him.

"yeah right." your boyfriend scoffed, moving you away from him before he continue scrolling back on his phone, dazai clearly picked up that your boyfriend did not get the memo.

A few minutes later, your boyfriend stands up, eyes glued to his phone— "im gonna go find the bathroom."

When he found the bathroom, he did his business and started to wash his hands, The bathroom had a bathtub with gold stands, a small chandelier, a mirror, a silver faucet and a white and gold marbled sink, on the sink was some soap and a razors. The lights started suddenly flickering, your boyfriend scoffed in Annoyance. "why the hell did that bitch buy such a shabby old house..?!" he muttered while washing his hands before met with a cold feeling behind him, he ignored the feeling but it was obviously lingering. His eyes were just on his hands as he washed and washed and washed, he kept coating his hands with soap as he continue rubbing violently, the lights started flickering more frantically. "fuck"

A whisper was heard from behind your boyfriends back, "off", your boyfriend gulps as he washed his hands more violently, he couldn't move. He couldn't look up. He didn't wanna look at the mirror infront of him to see what was behind. "scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens as he started to shake, he felt a hand wrap around his throat tightly, he looked up and saw nothing behind him but he felt something wrapped around his neck that was choking him. He coughed and coughed but when he looked down back to the running water and his hands, his hands were bleeding. Most of his hands skin was torn off, he looked at what he was holding and it was the blades. He hasn't been washing his hands the whole time.. He was getting cut.

He immediately sprinted out the bathroom, leaving the water and light on. You heard the opening of door bang againts the wall, you stood up from your bed and looked outside your room, by the time you went ouside your room, you saw your boyfriend sprint out of your house. "Hey! Wait! Where are you going!!" you yelled with a concerned tone, but when you yelled it, he was already gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, your shoulders slumped, not understanding why he just left all of the sudden.

Dazai on the other hand was overjoyed. He even turned the sink and lights off for you to not waste water and electricity. Ah.. Only if you knew what he did.. He just saved you from your little toxic relationship, he really wanted to hear your voice praise him.

The day after that, you tried texting your boyfriend to only be met with blocked profiles and one messags, "we're done."

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The haunting within your home escalates, multiple of your things was dissappearing or either misplaced somewhere.. There were nights where you'd be on your phone scrolling while comfortably laid down on your bed where you could hear whispers. It was either your name or threats— "Get out." - "[Your name], [Your name]"

It was a smooth deep voice that whispered subtly in your ear that gave you chills running down your spine, this honestly frightened you but you already paid full and moved all your stuff in so there was no way a little ghost or hallucination was gonna make you move out! Especially since this might've been the reasom why your son of a bitch boyfriend broke up with you, so.. why not keep the house?

The more you didn't budge through dazais antics, the more you pique dazais interest and attraction. You laid there on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you felt the vacant part of your bed get cold. You sigh— "does it always get cold whenever im not around?.." you mutter, still quite sad from the newly break up text before going back on your phone, suddenly one of your coats that was hung on the coat hanger on the side of room fell, you sigh in Annoyance and stood up, putting it back before you were met with a hand caressing your waist, "eek!" you squeeled before turning around to be met with.. Nothing.

You immediately ran back to your bed, hiding under the covers and forcing yourself to sleep, you stayed under the blankets, eye open and thinking about the situation. You're very sure now that it wasn't hallucinations and there really was something in your home, but the hand.. It felt human. It was cold but soft and gentle, not like the hands of your ex boyfriend.. You thought about more of the relationship between you and your boyfriend and realize that he never actually exchanged touches with you.. You were the one always handing it out but he never gave it back, this made your stomach hurl and you slowly slipped the blanket off of your upper body for air.. You stared at the canopy beds ceiling and tears left your eyes, "that bastard.." you mutter as you cried, you suddenly covered your face with your hands and groaned, turning to your side and cried in anger and sorrows.

The same gentle hands were on your waist, the hands that caressed you with deep devotion that you've never experienced before.. This is what you craved for.. You turn around and see nothing, you look around and you sit up, the room was dimly lit by the moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the old furniture. You wipe your tears before hearing a deep suave voice— "Don't cry now, bella.. Don't let tears stain your pretty face."

You feel your breath bunch up in your throat, "who are you?.." you mutter, trying to hide your fear.

"mm.. Nobody." dazai replies back, his voice was everywhere.. You couldn't tell where it was coming from.. If it was from left, right, front or from behind, the non visible hand on your waist slowly went down, giving a small squeeze to your hips before you woke up.

The sun was raised high as you looked at your window, you sit up and rub your eyes.. Was it all just a dream? Why did it felt so real? And why did you crave more of those little touches?..

The little touches that dazai gave you was subtle but full of devotion, he didn't even know that he would become so intrigued by you this quickly that he wanted to watch your every single move. He looked at you staring at nothing, perhaps you were in deep thought in his eyes..

He loved the way your lips would turn into a smile, he loved how your brows would furrow, he loved the way you breathed, the way you talked, the way you move, it was all fascinating to him.. He has been alone and lonely in the Victorian Mansion without any suitors..and you were visibly his type.

You started off you day with breakfast then taking a shower, you take off your clothes and looked at the mirror before hanging your towel, just when you were gonna turn around, you see a figure with brunette hair with their elbow on the sink edge and resting their face against their palm in a flash, you look back but nothing was there. You shrugged it off and continue to take a shower.

After showering and getting ready, you researched about the mansion and learned that there was an earl who used to own it but unfortunately died due to a murder, his name was dazai osamu, he was known to be popular amongst the ladies back in the 1860's before he died in 1872. You checked the pictures of him and it was exactly like the portrait by the stairs..

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Every single night became intimate, you always saw him in your dreams and you always felt like you were getting watched.. Which turned invasive, dazai just wanted every part of you.

Night after night, he always gave you touch without showing hisself, but you already knew what he looked like through the painting.. But what made you feel guilty was that you couldn't touch him back, though his touches were random at night, it still gave you chills.

You lay calmly on your bed, you stare at the canopy beds ceiling as the nonvisible hand moves the hair out of your face, this was weird.. And you knew you needed to end it some way somehow.

Dazais feelings of making you stray away or die were now completely gone, he just wanted you by his side. He wanted you to be his.

You move to your side and look up, only to be met with a young man with brunette hair, brown eyes and a gentle smile. Your eyes widens and you look at him, was this really him?.. He grins and he caresses your cheek, "Do you enjoy my company, bella?" he asked in a soft suave tone, your eyes quickly relaxes as you slightly blush— "i guess so."

RING! RING! RING! Aw.. It was your stupid alarm, you open your eyes and look to the side to be met with nothing.. This was the first time you genuinely saw his face up close in real life.. You sigh and get ready for your day to go back to work.

You get ready and go down the stairs, trying to find your keys.

Dazai on the other hand, was holding your keys, he didn't want you Going anywhere. You looked and looked and looked.. But to no avail, nothing. Your workplace was pretty far and since you were near the woods, little to no cabs were around so you decided to call in sick. You began undressing, removing your work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable...

Dazais plans were to stop you from leaving the house in every single possible way. Night falls dark and the moon had risen up, leaving a pale glow outside, you were currently trying to think of what houses would be possible to stay in to finally escape the ghost who played games with you but as you were thinking on your bed, you went on your laptop and you scrolled on homes that were available, while you were scrolling, the laptop immediately closed as a hand wrapped around your waist, feeling a cold aura behind you. "what were you looking at bella?" he rests his chin on your shoulder, you sat there frozen before turning to him and being met with his pretty face.. His pale skin and brunette hair was a criminal combination, his face was so close to yours as he hugged you tightly from behind.

"..." you couldn't muster up a sentence.. "You aren't thinking about leaving me.. Are you [Your name]?.." he looked at you with pretty eyes.

"i.. Was just looking at houses." you replied back with a half life half truth statement. Dazai clinged onto you, it felt oddly comforting.. "You know im just here to protect you, Right? I'll treat you waaay better than that little ex of yours, my dear." he whispered in your ear in a possesive tone, blush crept up to your cheeks as he held you tightly, you looked at him and his gaze fell onto your lips, he examined your pretty face, though he was dead, he felt oddly giddy because he gets to hold you while your pretty face was close to his.

"You'll stay with me, got it? You're mine and no one else's."

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Dazais desire to be with you turned insanely strong, so strong that be believed in something obsessive, every day he'd find ways to try and painlessly take your life without even realizing it, you already knew. You walked around the halls in your home knowing that at any second, the ghost who haunted you could come and just swoop you, you were confused why he wanted to kill you? You thought he loved you.. So why did he want to kill you?

You decided to confront him about it. As soon as it hit nightfall, you laid down on your bed and waited for his presence to immerge since his energy was stronger during night, as you feel his soft cold hands touch you waist, you grab his hand and turn to him, "What the hell have you been trying to do..!?" you ask in an angered confused tone.

He looks at you with slightly wide eyes before reverting back to normal, "oh whatever do you mean bella?" he tried to play it off.

"Why have you been trying to kill me!?"

"... I love you okay? I'm doing all of this for you." he said sternly, holding your hand softly and kissing peppering it with kisses.

Eventually the two of you broke out into a fight, though he tried to explain hisself, he really didn't wanna fight you. He just wanted you to understand that all he has done was for you. And he wanted for you to understand.

He gripping onto your waist, burying his face on the nape of your neck, his expression soft but disappointed..

"you really dont understand, don't you? I love you. And i'll do anything just to have you as mine."

His tone was low but it gave a hint of obsession.

"Please. Just dont go.. I- i can't keep being alone in this place. You're all i have." he muttered, his voice slightly whiny but full of sorrows as he held you tighter.

You felt awful, he loved you like no other and treated you better than anyone of your exes, though he was dead, he would love to kiss your lips again and again.

He held onto you tightly as you kept quiet, sighing before replying back— "If you keep this up, I'll move out. I'm serious."

Dazais eyes widens and the words that left your lips broke him since his body was buried under his house, his soul couldn't leave the mansion whatsoever, "Please! I can't lose you. Not now, not ever! Please! Give me a chance!" he gripped onto your clothing, "i love you more than my own existence, you're the only thing keeping me feel alive again and sane in this place, this place feels like an asylum! Don't.. Go." his voice cracked as he pleaded for you, tears was already beaded on his tear ducts, he didn't want you to go, he felt lost like some puppy, he just wanted you to stay with him, eternally.

He was so obsessed that he wanted to bind your soul with his so you could be his, together and forever in the afterlife.

A/N: originally, i was planning to make dazai kill reader but today i wanted to leave a cliffhanger. Thank you for reading and i really enjoyed this request!! :D I'll try to get into more yandere themes so i could do better in the future, thanks again anon for this lovely request of yours （＾ω＾）

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diakittyau · 4 months ago

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The moon.

#deluding moonlight au #diakitty #sth #sth au #sonic #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #sfm #animation #gothic #vampire #full moon #aesthetic #knuxouge #kuchizuke #a sinful kiss #dark romance #sonic the hedgehog

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basic-x-witch · 3 months ago

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There’s no Ingellvar without Volkarin

#the twins gambit au #dragon age #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #dragon age au #dragon age veilguard #dragon age rook #emmrich #emmrook #dragon age emmrich #gothic romance #bioware

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the-cloudy-dreamer · 1 year ago

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“And here we are! Mister Gadling if I may introduce you to the owner of this estate, Lord Morpheus Endelas?'' The portrait of a severe looking man hangs at the top of the staircase, with an ornate golden frame. It is the only thing occupying that wall.

It looks lonely.

“Lord Morpheus? So, if he is the owner of this estate, why is his sister the one rushing to sell it? Where is he?” Hob asks, confused.

“Nobody really knows. He was quite the renowned painter at the time but went missing at the peak of his career months after his only son died in a tragic accident,” Mister Edwards explains.

Hob’s heart clenches in sympathy, as if to lose one’s child seems horrible enough, but to be expected to carry on after such a loss seems unthinkable to him.

“Hold on, missing? Missing implies that he is still out there! Doesn't he get a say in what happens to his state? He could come back and rightfully unleash his wrath upon us for going through with this! Sir, you have to understand that if I am to take up this job offer I need to know I’m not risking my entire career and reputation over it.”

He feels perplexed “Wasn't anyone else concerned about this? How is picking apart a missing man’s home and selling all his worldly possessions to the highest bidder even considered acceptable? What was the Endelas family even thinking? The man lost his only child, surely he just needed some time away?” It didn't seem unreasonable to Hob.

He didn’t like it. Something about this felt wrong.

“It is believed even by his own remaining family, that Lord Endelas killed himself. Saying he is missing is the polite way to not address the fact that no body was ever found! Even before his son’s death he was infamous for his melancholic moods and tendencies towards neglecting himself to the point of damaging his own health significantly. So I’m hardly asking you to do anything immoral here! You are a good man Mister Gadling, and if the thought of taking this job distresses you so much I will accept that and find someone else to do it, but Lady Endelas wants this to be done sooner rather than later and I think you are the best choice for it.”

Hob turns his attention back to the portrait and contemplates for a moment.

He truly did look lonely up there.

“I will give you my answer tomorrow morning, Mister Edwards,” he concludes.

“That’s all I ask for Mister Gadling, for you to consider it. Thank you.” Edwards inclines his head and promptly turns around, heading back downstairs.

Hob looks helplessly at the portrait of Lord Morpheus, already knowing he will take the job come morning.

Damn him and his bleeding heart.

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Ta-dah! illustration that's part of my gothic romance dreamling AU for @dreamlingnation spooky event !! the prompt that inspired this was "cursed painting" the comic pages for the ficlet above are already in the works so stay tuned for that and more!

special thanks to @academicblorbo for helping me edit this, you are the best friend!

#the sandman #the sandman fanart #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #dream x hob #dnhouseofhorrors #lord morpheus #cloudy illustrates #really need a title for this AU #spooky ooky #gothic romance dreamling au

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dreamingofep · 23 days ago

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Returning to Your Angel pt. 5🥀

Prompt: After fleeing the Opera House unexpectedly five years ago, you're back hoping to start a new chapter. But your undeniable attraction to the Phantom makes your life more complicated than you hoped.

TW: Tension, SMUTTT, Elvis being dominant 🫣

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hi everyone! The spice just continues to get spicier 🫣 I'm sorry but this man is just a lot! I don't think you'll complain though 🤭Please enjoy.

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His eyes draw a map on you, taking notes of all his favorite places. He cleaned the mess off your tummy and laid next to you for quite some time. There was room between you two as he gently rubbed his hands up your thigh and across your chest. He hums softly to himself when he sees your body get goosebumps over his slightest touch.

You stare at his long black eyelashes fluttering in a daze when he’s looking at you.

“So pretty…” he whispers as his finger circles your nipple. You whimper softly and reach out to caress his face.

“You’re too kind to me.”

“You deserve it all my Angel.”

He places kisses on your neck before covering your naked body with his cape. The material was heavy and weighed you down. You weren’t sure how he walked around wearing this looking so graceful.

“You’re going to have to go back soon my darling. You have another show tomorrow,” he tells you while he kisses your cheek.

“No, I don’t want to go yet,” you pout.

“You need your rest,” he insists.

“Let me rest here,” you beg even though you already know the answer. You’ve asked him to let you stay the night before and he always gave you the same excuse.

“No my Angel, you need to rest in your bed.”

“This is a perfectly good bed to rest in,” you quip cheekily.

This sound comes from his chest that makes every hair on you stand up. It was like a hissing sound a dangerous animal would make. He pins you down again and pulls at your hair to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Because I wouldn’t let you rest in this bed. I’ve already made a mess in it, I would want to keep ruining it.” He growls in your ear.

Your body shutters underneath him and stare at him in disbelief. You knew he meant it as a threat but you had never been so intrigued. You squirm a bit and look drunkenly at him.

“Is that a new promise you’re making to me?” You whisper.

His eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

“You’re really asking for it you know? You’re asking for me to lose all the control I have when it comes to you,” he snaps as he pulls your hair tighter. A slight whimper escapes your mouth and you look at him helplessly.

“What do you want from me? You’ve deprived me of you for so long,” you say sourly.

“You were the one that left, not me,” he bellows.

“Well I’m here now… and things are different,” you throw back.

“Yes they are…” he says gruffly, “you’ve let the beast come out and see the light.”

Your hands squeeze onto his biceps as his words make your heart fly out of your chest.

“Don’t hold it back,” you whimper.

His hand trails down to your breasts and squeezes them firmly, making you moan slightly. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your nipple and groaning heavily. He puts more pressure on you and you feel that familiar electric tingle zap through your body. He lets out his own satisfied moans like you’re a meal.

He looks up at you with those dangerous blue eyes and bites his lip before speaking.

“You can’t say things like that to me… you have no idea what I want to do to you…” he rumbles in your ear.

You can’t even breathe when he says that to you. You feel your heart pound away in your chest and crumble under him. You feel your core throb as he continues to lick and suckle on your breasts.

“Oh God,” you sigh.

You wanted him all over again. You didn’t care if you had to beg, you wanted him all to yourself. After all those years of him keeping his distance and trying not to touch you, the dam broke and you needed him like air.

“What do you want from me?” You breathe.

“I want all of you. I shouldn’t tell you what I need.”

“Take what you want,” you sigh, kissing his arms where the various curved scars reside on his skin.

You broke him with that. He loved hearing you want him so much. He got back in between your legs and spread them open. You look down and see his cock is hard again. He teased it at your entrance and groaned because of it.

“I’ve ruined you enough, I can’t go any further,” he grumbles to himself.

“You haven’t ruined me, you’ve given me exactly want. There’s nothing wrong with that,” you try to convince him.

You push your hips forward to feel more of him but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction. Instead, he sits you up and takes your face in his hand and has you look into his eyes.

“Go to the piano,” he commands.

You weren’t expecting such a demand and weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “What?” You tremble.

“Go. To. The. Piano,” he growls through his teeth. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You feel like mush. You can’t move your legs even if you tried. The way he’s looking at you is treacherous and is barely breathing. You get off the bed and feel his hand lightly brush your back. Everything in you wanted to stay in that bed and have him do whatever he wanted but you knew you better listen.

The cold stone floor under your feet made you feel even more on edge. You didn’t know what he wanted from you. You don’t dare look to see if he is behind you. You would probably feel him anyway but you couldn’t look into that man’s eyes anymore tonight. The candles were still lit in the lair and the distant trickle of water falling from the walls echoed loudly.

You look down at the piano and see various sheets of music spread across the back of it with dark red roses lying on top of them. The scent of them filled your senses and transported you to his underground world. Your body shivers when you feel him get close. His hands wrap around your body like ivy, pulling you in tighter until you can hardly breathe. His hand slithers down to your sensitive bud and finds the dripping mess he’s created. You want to look at him, watch his face turn into ecstasy as he enjoys you. You start to twist your body to face him but he stops you.

“No, stay like this, be good, and listen to me,” he instructs. You turn back to face the piano and shakily wait for his next instruction. You feel his cool hands on your hips and pull them back to his. His hard length pushes against you and makes you tremble with need. You quickly grasp onto the edge of the piano for balance. Glancing over your shoulder, he’s looking divine. So powerful and in need of you. He pushes his tip to your entrance and you gasp.

“Be a good girl for me and stay still. Don’t look back at me, just keep your head down,” he groans as he bends your leg up to kneel on the piano bench. You whimper loudly and listen to him, letting your head hang down. You feel him push almost his entire cock inside you and his groans echo throughout. You’re shocked again with the way he feels, so perfect, and yet all too much. He fills you quickly and he squeezes your hips tightly. You’re panting panting for breath as you try to relax around him. You weren’t expecting him to be so forceful and dominant.

“Ah, Jesus Angel… your pussy is so goddamn tight…” he grovels. You cry out when you hear him curse such vulgar things. It was so filthy but you loved to hear it come from his mouth. He moves slowly and rolls his hips with every thrust.

You tried to stay still but you found it so hard, he was fucking you to the brink and you liked it too much to stay still and silent.

“So good-… you feel so good,” you pant.

He hums delighted and moves faster. The way he moves his hips was criminally addictive. It’s like he knew exactly where to move to make you moan louder for him. And this angle he had you at, with your head down, your arms stretched out before you tightly grabbing the piano. Your backside was completely bare to him and the sticky mess dripping from your core was obscene as he stuffed you with his hard cock. It has you feeling like you are about to pass out. It was all too much and could barely handle this man.

His fingers trace the curve of your spine and makes your whole body feel on edge. You start to bring your hips back with every thrust he gives you, unable to deny yourself of such pleasure. He groans as he watches you do this, greedily taking what you want too. He plunges his length inside you quickly and holds your hips firmly. The air gets sucked out of you when he does this and makes you bite your tender lip.

“I thought I told you to hold still,” he says darkly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. You try to look at him behind you to show your apologies but grabs you by the hair instead and makes you yelp.

“You just can’t listen today, can you?” He snarls in your ear. Your head is looking at the ceiling and your hands are grabbing onto the piano ledge even harder. The sheet music is crumpling in your hands as he starts to move again. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. He was so focused on making you listen to him.

“I’ll listen- please, I’m being good for you Angel.” You cry.

He lets go of your hair and slows down a bit.

“Good, that’s a good girl.” He groans.

The sound of his gruff voice has you dying of release. And calling you a good girl… Jesus, you couldn’t handle his praise. You’d only want more of it from him. That’s what you were slowly realizing, you couldn’t get enough of him. Everything about him pulled you in and made you kneel to his any need. Your walls fluttered with every thrust he gave and you knew he was able to feel it too.

One of his hands finds your clit once again and rubs it the only way he can. Pure pleasure radiates through you and your cry echoes loudly through the lair.

“Oh God please!”

You so desperately wanted to see his face and be able to beg him to let you cum. You knew how much he liked that when you did it. But he doesn’t pay any attention to your cries and keeps driving his hips harder into you.

His hands trail down a bit further to discover where you two are connected. He groans when he finds your dripping wet cunt wrapped around him. The sensation of his hands and his cock thrusting in and out of you had you dying. You feel him grab one of your arms and lead it to your clit. He gently has you rub there then has you trail down to feel where you two are intertwined.

“Feel how perfect we fit together my Angel. You were just made for me to take care of…,” he breathes. Your fingers touch all the mess that is coming out of you and how his long cock stuffs you completely, it's almost too much to handle. You spread your index and middle fingers apart against his cock when he thrusts in and out of you, feeling the sticky mess you’ve made on him.

“Yes, you feel so good, I need more of you,” you pant.

His hand leads yours back up to your clit and has you rub there.

“Touch yourself, you’re doing so good listening to me,” he coos.

You had never done this before and it made you become unglued. The way he was rolling his hips and encouraging you to touch yourself made you ready to cum.

“Oh please, please make me finish.” You never thought you’d be so desperate but this man makes you want terrible things.

He was breathing heavily behind you and that’s when you feel him drive harder into you, making you see stars. Your whole body convulsed as he plunges his cock deep inside you. You can barely stand up properly the way he’s taking you. Your shaky hands grapple onto the sheet music as you cry out in ecstasy through your orgasm. A rose gets in your grasp too and one of the thorns nicks your hand momentarily. It thankfully didn’t hurt this time since he was making you feel too good.

“That’s it darling, let me hear how much you enjoy this,” he groans with a snap of his hips.

Your core clenches around his length and your hands fall to the piano keys, making a loud, chaotic reverberation echo throughout the lair. You can’t stand anymore, your knees feel like they are going to give out any moment.

“Oh Angel- I can’t-, I can’t stand. You’re making me weaker,” you cry.

“Mhmm… I know darling, I know,” he pants.

You still want to see his face, watch pleasure wash over him, and help him cum.

“You feel so damn good, God what have you done to me,” he moans.

He pulls you up and makes your body flush with his. You’re on your tippy toes, trying to stay on the ground as he’s buried inside you. You let your head fall against his chest and struggle for breath. His hips moved slower but were still so powerful.

“I shouldn’t want you this much,” he growls in your ear. "This is so dangerous."

“It’s too late, I don’t want anyone the way I want you,” you moan. “I want you like this all the time.”

He quickly thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and turning around. His face was drowning in pleasure and he was squeezing your hips so tight. He looks like he has no control over his body. He just needs you.

“Get on your knees.”

You stare at him wide-eyed but slowly sink down to your knees without hesitation.

You wanted to touch him so badly, covered in your slick and throbbing with need. Your eyes silently plead for him to let you take care of him. He holds the base of his cock and steps closer to you, grabbing your face gently.

“Open your mouth. Let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours,” he says low. You tilt your head up and do as he says, sticking your tongue out and letting him slip in. You close your eyes and you both groan when you feel his hard length slide along your tongue. The taste of you on him and his precum leaking from his tip is enough to make you moan loudly. You pop your eyes back open and lick the underside of him and watch his jaw fall slack. He pushes his hips a bit further into you and his breathing becomes more ragged. He holds the back of your head and he groans loudly before you feel his length twitch in your mouth.

“Oh God, darling, I’m going to-,” he struggles to breathe and pushes his cock deeper down your throat. You moan when you feel him pulse in your mouth and his warm seed fills your mouth. You grab onto his thighs, bracing yourself for what he’s giving you. His groans fill the empty lair, and the sound of his gruff sighs has you squeezing your thighs together in the hope of some kind of relief.

“Hold it all in your mouth darling, don’t let a drop of me go untasted.” He sighs before slowly pulling his length out of you.

Your eyes roll back at his instructions and look up at him eagerly. He puts his hand back on your chin and nods approvingly.

“Good, now swallow,” he commands.

You do as he says and swallow everything he gave you in one long gulp. The taste of his salty-sweet cum coats your tongue and you liked how he tasted. You swallow and clear your throat a few times before sitting back on your heelsexhausted.

He quickly picks you up and he sits on the piano bench, making you straddle his hips and sit on him. Your sensitive core aches from everything he did to you tonight. But that doesn’t stop him from devouring your lips once again and having you wrap your weak arms around him. You find yourself instinctively tangling your hands in his hair and moaning softly against his lips. His hands hold you tightly to him and he doesn’t relent in kissing you softer. Your poor tender lips had never had such treatment. His hands push your hips as close as they can get to him and he presses his forehead to yours. His cold porcelain mask sends shivers through you.

“Do you like how I taste?” He says hoarsely.

You whimper against his lips, “Yes, yes I do.”

He sighs contently when he hears your response, “Such a good girl.”

He continues to look at you drunkenly and caresses your hair softly, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it. He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes, “I must get you back now, I can’t keep you here any longer.”

You don’t have any fight left in you to argue with him. He lifts you up off of him and then it hits you.

“Umm… I don’t have anything to wear… You tore my nightgown off of me,” you remind him.

He didn’t think of this clearly and worry smears across his face.

“Damn it…” he mutters to himself. “I’ll have to escort you to your room then.”

Not what you had hoped for but at least you could be with him for a little while longer.

He put his clothes back on and wrapped you in this fur-lined blanket that was the warmest thing you had ever had on your body. You sat comfortably in the boat as he pushed it through the hazy water. He lit a torch with one of the flaming candles on the wall and helped you both see your way back clearly.

You both got to the mirror and it was strange, he normally never stepped past the thresh hold but tonight was different. He stayed extra close to you and kept his hand on the small of your back. He unlocks the dressing room door and steps out first. He extends his arm out with his cape and hides you in his shadow. You both walk silently down the hall, not a soul noticing your presence. You didn’t have to tell him where your room was, he just knew and opened the door as soon as you reached it.

He lets you step in first and then proceeds to close the door swiftly behind him. Only moonlight shone through the window and his dark eyes stared at you. You don’t know what to say to him after everything that happened tonight. You let the blanket slide off of you and place it behind on the bed.

“Thank you for getting me back,” you say quietly. He’s struggling to not look at you and his breaths were more like labored sighs.

“Of course my sweet… now please, get some rest.”

You didn’t want him to go, this was the worst part of the night. You pull at his hand and walk back toward the bed.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep,” you beg.

He takes a deep breath before finally giving in, “Okay fine.”

You keep holding his hand as you slip under the blankets. He kneels beside you and peppers kisses along your arms and down your fingertips. He pauses slightly when he looks down at your hand.

“I must cut those thorns off the roses, you keep hurting yourself my clumsy girl,” he teases as he hums low, placing a kiss where the small scratch resided from earlier.

“I think that would be wise,” you chuckle.

He keeps kissing you softly and looks up with those fiery eyes.

“Close your eyes, my Angel,” he tells you, “you’ll see me even in your dreams.”

You nod your head and let your eyes flutter closed. This blanket of peace and darkness washes over you and you fall into the arms of sleep.

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hostess-of-horror · 2 months ago

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Count Galak x Victim!Reader Headcanons

💕⚰️🪲A Late Valentine's Day Special!👑🍬💕

Note: Okay, so, this one I just had to do and it is gonna be late by the time I post this, but whatever! I was chatting with my buddy @sneklover earlier ago and she inspired me to make a very self-indulgent Vampire!King Candy post. This is going to be based off of my Turboratu: An Arcade Game of Horror AU and you, my lovely reader, will be His Chosen One...

@sneklover @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @starleska @snailstrailz @starryside-1 @depressedasswarlock @crispytubes @pippengin @simpingforcys @blackthewolf17 and anyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general (this is a vampire AU, so lots of blood-drinking and hicki- I mean, biting), themes of death, some gore, spoilers for Nosferatu (the films from 1922, 1979, and 2024) and for Wreck-It-Ralph

Fun Facts about this AU:

The name "Galak" is actually the name of a real white chocolate candy bar that was released in the UK and Switzerland! I tried to find a German candy to name Vampire!King Candy after but this was the closest thing to "Count Orlok" I could find.

The victim in this AU is supposed to be an OC named Helena (a.k.a. Ellen Hutter); the reader will not be named after her, however they will be based on her!

The entire plot is essentially the original plot of Nosferatu but with Wreck-It-Ralph characters - honestly, this is nothing more than a silly little crossover for funsies, so if you want to do any fan art or fanfiction based on it, go right ahead!

The whole thing started with this little venn diagram here:

As usual, click on the name/title for a love song!

Count Galak, the Turboratu

You had the premonition since your beloved Felix left for his journey.

For years, you had been haunted by visions of a dark specter, a shadow engulfing all life and light until everything becomes nothing.

Nothing but a desolate land of death where you and that very specter live happily together...

You tried to tell Felix not to go, but such an opportunity was much too important for him not to take it.

It would bring prosperity to you both, yes, but why must he go away so soon?

Nevertheless, you supported him, giving him a token of love for his travels, and watched in abject despair as he left.

But of course, you were not completely alone; Felix's companions, Ralph and Vanellope, were to watch over you while he was away.

He knew of your... melancholy and he would die at the thought of you succumbing into horrible heartache.

You loved him, you really did, and he you.

But even the purest form of love between newlyweds wasn't enough to stave off the nightmares.

Ralph and Vanellope, bless their hearts, they did what they could to cheer you up.

Walks along the Game Central Station, trips to Tapper's, even a race or two, but all in vain.

You could not shake the feeling of doom approaching the Arcade. Some infestation breaking loose.

And sure enough, you were right. And by all that is good, you wished you were wrong.

As the weeks went by, Felix was nowhere to be found, and slowly the world became... sicker.

A plague had taken hold on one of the ships, owned by the prestigious Captain Calhoun, and through this vessel, it laid siege upon the other games.

Cybugs. Carriers of death, consumers of life.

They crawled from the depths of whatever hellish pit they came from and ate their way into everyone's life.

Many fell, leaving helpless souls to be gameless, or worse unplugged.

As this plague began to rise, your darling husband came back.

Felix was beyond frightened - he had seen a monster far more horrible than anything he could ever comprehend.

He was paler, visibly shaken, and upon his neck were two small hole-like wounds that hadn't healed since they were first made.

During his recovery, he warned everyone of this man, this demon, the power he held, and worst of all, he was coming for you!

While Felix, Ralph, Vanellope, and Captain Calhoun, made their plans to fight the source of the plague, you were told to stay put.

From Felix's journey, he had acquired a small book on fearsome creatures of the night, given to him by one of the locals from the game he visited.

"When the sun has set and the moon rises over the sleeping land, from the grave rises the Turboratu - the Prince of Cybugs, Lord of the Night - to drain the coding of his victims. Immortal as he is, the only thing that can end this evil beast is for an uncorrupted game character to offer themselves in willing sacrifice. Thus his hunger shall distract him long enough until Litwik's Arcade opens."

Reading those words was enough to ignite that spark of courage in your heart.

You waited until nighttime, when at that moment you feigned a terrible fainting spell so that Felix could leave you alone as he rushed out to find a doctor.

You knew the Count was living right across from your game, as you've heard from Felix's accounts, and you made sure to gain his attention.

And sure enough, he was watching you from its entrance. Unblinkingly.

There were no words between you two; you didn't need to say anything to him.

You had opened a window of opportunity for him, and the Turboratu gladly accepted the invitation.

As you lie in your bed, dressed in white and surrounded by lilacs, Count Galak's shadow loomed from the curtains into your bedroom.

It reached to grasp its claws onto your bosom, your beating heart, your tender throat, your code.

His power and the indescribable, horrible pleasure it came with overwhelmed you in ways your husband, your darling Fix-It-Felix, could never.

Soon, you were staring into the eyes of your dark specter. You were his affliction. You were his destiny as he was yours.

Count Galak appeared before you in his truest form - a terrifying abomination between himself and the physical attributes of a Cybug.

And in this form did he prey upon you, as gently as he could, and began to drink from your bare neck.

The monster's teeth sunk into your flesh as his talons softly caressed your figure and hair.

For so long, you had to repress your melancholy for the betterment of everyone around you.

You knew deep down it caused a constant sense of burden, even to those you loved so dearly.

But not to him. Not to the Turboratu.

He savored every moment, every pain, every swallow of lifeblood, every lick of his lips was ecstasy.

He had been craving you for a long time.

Soon, your mind began to drown into a numbing sensation as your weakened eyes began to see the glint of dawn's light.

You sigh your last breath.

This was the moment that you, his corpse bride, and he, your dark specter, would die as lovers in your wedding bed.

And the Arcade is finally saved.

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abominable-space-they · 6 months ago

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Just thinking about different iterations of gothic romance demon/monster killer/stalker LuLaw au's for Halloween season

An Au in which Law has his devil fruit powers but is also some sort of supernatural killer. I'm always partial to werewolves and vampires

The Donquixote Brothers did get Law the op op fruit but at his young age, he couldn't use it effectively enough to cure himself so he was still dying

Out of desperation, moral ambiguity, and shared hyperfixation on power. The brothers reconcile to find a new solution to buy Law more time. They successfully track down a werewolf/vampire & have him turned

Law, now an adult lives day to day as a Donquixote Pirates lieutenant The Surgeon of Death, one of their fleet captains and leader in his own right.

In the daytime he keeps his supernatural nature under wraps with his devil fruit power but his reputation still proceeds him, death follows him wherever he goes.

The combination of his monster nature and his op op fruit suppression makes him a berserker who's very difficult to trigger. In times of duress/stress/hightened emotion, during full moons, when exposed to blood and violence, his mask can slip

Usually just a little, sometimes a lot

To keep his natural thirst for blood under control he hunts Marines, competing pirates, and ppl he just doesn't like at night, in complete secrecy. Not even his uncle's and benefactors know how deep his monstrous need to hunt goes.

Then there's Luffy, semi professional pain in the ass, active threat to the status quo, and irrepressibly cheerful, juggernaut of violent positivity.

They meet on the battlefield Sabaody and then again in Dressrosa, Luffy takes apart the gladiator system and the slave auctions but doesn't depose Doflamingo & Corazón as the leaders is Dressrosa and The Donquixote Pirates bc he doesn't know who they are yet and doesn't really care. His goals are to fight the emperors of the sea not waste his time on kings, warlords, and crime bosses

Law sees it as no real loss, he's been pushing his uncles to get out of the slave trade for years. It's bad optics, messy, and its gives to many of their resources to the government etc

He doesn't love it anyway, he remembers being powerless. Good riddance to bad business.

After he fights Luffy, Law gets a little obsessed with him, he's just so bright, so... Law doesn't know, something about him makes Law desperately hungry. He starts hunting more often

It escalates to watching Luffy anytime he can, anyway he can, though he likes doing it in person best, following the effervescent glowing scent of Strawhat in the air, wherever he goes

It's more intimate

Eventually it escalates to Law taking Luffy in the dead of night. He wants a taste and anyway everywhere Luffy goes he leaves chaos in his wake.

Law hates chaos.

Once Luffy's captured, Law is absolutely certain he's about to have everything he's ever wanted

Everything he's ever needed.

Luffy, who's being annoyingly chill about the whole kidnapped by a murderous monster thing, reveals himself to be a Demon

That's what the D is for silly Torao

Law swears that's stupid, he has a D too, he's not a demon or a half demon or anything else

Luffy just laughs, are you sure?

Maybe Law's not so sure. Would Doffy & Rosi know if he was? Would they tell him if they did?

Luffy starts teasing Law then, tells him he's been watching Law hunt him for months, that he's been waiting, luring him in, hungry for him to make his move.

He wants Law to fight him, to bite him, to taste him. He wants to taste Torao again too.

He decided months ago on Dressrosa, the first time he tasted a little of Law's exquisite blood, all that power and passion, that he was going to make Law his forever.

The consummation of that relationship is extremely violent. They couldn't be happier.

Pirates and Marines alike tremble at the news of their union

#one piece au #one piece #lulaw #lawlu #lulawlu #cryptids and monsters #fanfic #cryptid luffy #straw hat luffy #demon x monster au #lawluffy #trafalgar law #op law #monkey d luffy #luffylaw #one piece fanfiction #gothic horror romance au

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mistresslrigtar · 1 month ago

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WIP Wednesday - We Kiss in Shadows

Chapter 6 excerpt:

#twilight princess #gothic romance #gothic horror #zelink #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #twilight princess au #missy writes

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badgetfowles · 3 months ago

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extinction

Jackie eats the stew.

the 'jackie becomes the antler queen' au that has been rattling around my mind since s1.

#pats hood: this fic has it all #ex queen bee jackie taylor #unreliable narrator shauna shipman #a total lack of romance besides gothic romance #basically if college au was about how i could make them better this is about making them worse #yellowjackets

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 10 months ago

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Harringroveson Bones and All

For @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events Day 7 (and technically 9) Romance Movie/Horror Movie, Bones and All (2022)

Billy Hargrove always knew he was different from most people. His father never let him forget it. There was something *wrong* with him. Something he couldn't control. Billy was nine when he realized why his father looked at him like he was a monster.

It was a boy on his little league team. Joey Sandavol. They were walking home together when the other boy fell on the sidewalk and scraped his knee. Billy could smell the blood before he saw it. He watched the boy wince as he brought his leg up to his chest with a pained groan. That's when he felt it. An overwhelming hunger. Billy couldn't stop himself, his body lunging at the other boy as he buried his teeth in Joey's leg. He screamed, but Billy didn't care as he ripped into flesh and pulled. Blood was everywhere as things began to blur.

When he came to again, Billy was home. He sat on the couch in the living room as he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen. Looking down, Billy saw he was still covered in blood.

"-Neil, please, it's not his fault. He didn't know better!"

"Know better? Damn it, Cheryl, he almost killed that kid!" The sound of a fist hitting the wall made Billy instinctively jump. "God fucking damnit, if I'd known what you were, I would've never married you."

The fight devolved into screaming as Billy retreated into the bathroom and locked himself in, crying as he tried to wash the blood away. He was confused more than anything, but his mother disappeared into the night before he could ask any questions. He tried asking Neil questions about that day but stopped after the man backhanded him, telling him never to mention it again. For seven years, Billy was a normal boy again despite the constant hunger he felt. Then he met Duncan Wilson.

Duncan was funny. He always found a way to make Billy laugh, even on the bad days. When he asked to come over for a "study session," Billy was more than happy to agree. His father left with Susan for night which meant they had the house to themselves. Duncan made it easy to forget about his shitty dad and his shitty new wife as they kissed each other on Billy's mattress. The blonde's eyes were closed as the boy on top of him pressed closer to him when it hit him. The smell. God, the smell. A hunger stirred in Billy, and he felt it. The same feeling from years ago overwhelmed him as the kissing stopped when Billy bit into the other boy's lip.

Duncan screamed. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, only inciting the hunger more as things began to blur together. He remembered all of the blood. His teeth were tearing into flesh as the hunger was satiated for the first time in years. The bliss was overwhelming until he was snapped out of the trance by a new voice screaming at him. Billy's eyes focused again to see the bloody mess of viscera left on the floor. Looking up, he saw Max standing in the doorway. She was the one screaming. He'd completely forgotten about her.

It was a struggle, but Billy managed to stop himself from attacking his stepsister. Instead, he jumped out a window and began to run. Away from his family. His home. Himself.

That was almost a year ago, and Billy was still running. State to state, town to town, he ran away from everything. At eighteen years old, Billy had no goals except for making sure that his father couldn't find him. Billy knew if Neil Hargrove found him again, he would kill him. For his part, Billy thought he was doing a pretty good job of running, considering he was now in the middle of Bumfuck, Indiana. It was a small dive bar called "The Hideout." He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting tank top. Easy bait for some creep to start hitting on him. The guy would ask to go to his car. And like that, Billy would get a meal and a ride to wherever the hell came next.

"Hey." A voice called out as they took a seat next to Billy at the bar top. "You're new here." The blonde turned, ready to up the charm when it hit him. The stranger didn't smell like everyone else. Billy blinked as he looked the man over. He seemed to be around the same age as the teen. The man's long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off a band t-shirt that read Corroded Coffin. "The name's Eddie." He stuck a hand out. Billy was hesitant to take it.

"You're....like me." Was all that could come out.

"Sure am." Eddie grinned as he put the hand down. "Let me guess, you've never met anyone else like you."

"...ugh, yeah." Billy watched as an excited look crossed Eddie's face.

"That's fine. Just means you have a lot to learn." Eddie turned his barstool around to point at the dance floor. Specifically, another boy. He was dancing with an older balding man who looked almost completely wasted. "That's Steve. We come here to hunt every couple of weeks. Easy prey. We bring them back to his place for easy cleanup. Saves us having to move around all the time. Maybe you'd be interested." Eddie said as he leaned closer to Billy. "You look tired. We can help make things a lot easier for you, stranger." Billy made a face, thinking for a moment before speaking

"Billy."

"Hm?"

"My name's Billy."

"Well, Billy, how'd you like a free dinner?" Eddie asked as Billy's stomach growled, almost on cue. That...sounded nice...

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