#hottie in colored contacts

[dipperscavern]

yes dippy we should talk about bi cregan with bi reader!!

imagine them recruiting northern hotties for threesomes 🤭

mmf: cregan with another man (preferably jace) giving her that double worship. cregan always has the upper hand ofc even when it's not a twink but another big broody northern they're sharing their bed with. and when cregan gets to top him while he eats her out and she holds eye contact with cregan as he's fucking that guy.

ffm: it's either the same way that she is the center of attention OR cregan and her tagteam that other woman and fuck her stupid. cregan with his big fat uncut cock and her with her tongue and fingers while cregan fucks the other woman.

- respectful anon

pairing: cregan stark x jacaerys velaryon x reader

authors note: oh respectful anon… i read (preferably jace) and absolutely shuddered. oh my god . i’m sorry the other ideas in here are wonderful too i just have to get this out before i go off my rocker

jacaerys arriving in the north, bearing the colors of queen rhaenyra, and being greeted by cregan stark — and his comely wife.

he can feel his breath hitch as soon as he slides off vermax and spots you, arm wrapped around cregans bicep. even though the snow crunches under his boots and the early winter winds seep beneath his clothing, jace feels his skin run hot. and this time, he cannot blame it on the blood of the dragon.

once you approach, jace gives you both a respectful nod of his head, before cregan greets jacaerys with a firm handshake. jace takes your hand, kissing your knuckles, and says the tales do not do your beauty (they don’t). you only smile, dipping into a small curtsy and playfully telling him not to make you blush.

he spares a glance at cregan, a small worry of overstepping dancing in his gaze, but cregan only nods — a smirk adorning the lord of winterfells lips.

the very lips that have grown accustomed to the feel of yours.

the thought is shooed away as quickly as it arises. you’re married, and jace feels a pang of disappointment at the places his mind has a tendency to wander to. you’re extending your hospitality to him, he won’t disrespect you with such concepts (won’t he?).

once having vermax sorted, you & cregan then escort him to winterfell. cregan speaks of the north and its history, and jace replies when necessary, but he finds his gaze drifting from the lord of winterfell, and landing on the lady attracted to his side instead. jace, no matter how much internal scolding, finds himself ceaselessly returning to quietly study (admire) your features.

as you enter the castle, jace notices your cheeks are flushed from the cold. cregan, mid sentence, silently ushers you towards the nearest hall fire with the unforeseen hand on the small of your back. something unfamiliar stirs in him at the sight (want).

they swore vows to each other in sight of the northern gods, chides jaces inner voice.

but, no matter how much restraint he expresses, as his stay continues, he finds himself enamored.

enamored with the playful glimmer in your eyes, the way your hips sway as you walk, how your dress hugs your curves, your light teasing, your love for lemon cakes, how you always catch jacaerys’ eye even from across the room. he’s utterly, hopelessly enthralled.

and even worse, he’s given himself away

you, jace, and cregan have been proper. careful not to overstep, but aware enough to silently acknowledge the underlying tension that sits between you. jacaerys would’ve been content with this dynamic for the entirety of his visit, it would’ve been a good exercise of self control — if the day in the kitchens didn’t change everything.

the skies weep, the raindrops making a soft pattering noise on the windows all around the castle. it's a brief change in atmosphere, and gives him time to get used to the more intimate aspects of winterfell.

rain trapping you inside, you and cregan had offered to give jacaerys a proper tour of winterfell, to rectify the short one he had been given upon his arrival.

this particular instance, that made him run as hot as his temper, takes place as the tour winded to an end, and you all ended up in the kitchens. the same kitchens that jace, when supping with you both from then on out, can't stop thinking about.

you had pulled them in, relishing in the idea of swiping a few small pastries to hold your sweet tooth over until dinner - assuring him that the cooks were quite used to you and cregans troublemaking, & were sworn to secrecy with a toothy grin (his heart skipped a beat at the sight).

you had been successful in your "stealing", but the problem arose when cregan had been conversing with one of the cooks, as you and jace stood over the counter, bringing the two small lemon cakes to your mouth.

you were conversing about something — what that was, jacaerys couldn’t remember if his life depended on it. once finished with your pastries, you had some leftover cream on the corner of your mouth. of course, since you're the worst minx to ever bewitch him, you raise a thumb to the corner of your mouth, swiping it off. then (of course), you bring it to your lips, maintaining eye contact with jace, and (of course) suck it off.

whatever he was saying had instantly died on his tongue.

his response was his parted lips trying to bring in air to send to his lungs so he could breathe, but, of course, you seem to have taken his breath too. suddenly the kitchen feels hot, ovens contributing to a warm atmosphere that had quickly turned blazingly overwhelming.

his gaze stayed trapped on where your thumb met your (soft looking) lips, as every part of the white cream had been sucked off.

you were most surprised & pleased by his reaction, indeed. you had an inkling the prince might be taken with you, but you wouldn’t act without certainty. and here you had it, certainty of the utmost stature had fallen right into your hands — watching his gaze flicker from your eyes, to your lips, your cleavage... and back to your lips again.

cregans voice snaps jacaerys out of the trance he had found himself in, and he’s ashamed to say he had to ask cregan to repeat himself. if he wasn’t devoting all of his energy into acting normal, he would see the way cregan glanced at you with raised brows seeing the smile on your face.

regardless of how it came to be, you’ve caught on. and jacaerys is seriously considering how dearly he’d be missed if the ground were to open up & swallow him whole.

your actions now have a certain weight behind them, confidence guiding your every step. hands ��accidentally” brushing each other, glances from across the room, subconsciously leaning into each others warmth, flirtatious “jests” that grow bolder by the day, always teetering on the line of jesting and meaning it (you always mean it). you fix his crooked tunic for him, shifting it the right way. jacaerys pretends the warmth emanating from your hands doesn’t make him dizzy.

still, even so, jace had been showing remarkable restraint — not allowing his princely regime to falter (much), and keeping in his remarks. until you both spoke about vermax.

you stood atop one of winterfells walls, watching vermax fly, dipping in & out of the clouds. he was beautiful, and jacaerys would never abandon the opportunity of a conversation with you (or about vermax, of course).

jace told you of how vermax hatched in his crib as a babe, and you wistfully remark on your childhood dreams of dragonriding. he tells you you'd make a fearsome dragonrider. you say you'd made a good dragon rider indeed, but, instead of looking at vermax, jace finds your gaze fixed on him.

you poorly conceal the hidden tone of voice indicating you don't mean the green-scaled dragon in the sky above you, but the chocolate-curled dragon next to you. you don't do a good job of hiding the grin that threatens to erupt on your face, either.

jace feels a furious blush adorn his face, and the corners of his mouth tug up in a repressed smirk. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his smile turning upside down as his gaze shifts back to vermax's soaring form.

"You speak truly. Any man would envy the dragon."

he pretends not to see the smile spreading across your face from his peripheral. you lean in closer to him, wrapping a hand around his bicep to punctuate your words.

"Men already envy you, My Prince."

he keeps his resolve as you walk away, but as soon as you're out of sight, he sighs — leaning his weight against the edge of the top of the wall, a shuddering exhale leaving his lips. gods have mercy on jacaerys velaryon.

after you sup for dinner, you and cregan escort him to his chambers, and jace feels taking on the entire green army by itself would be easier than this. trying to conceal his eyes being trapped on you, furious desire mounting in his stomach as guilt claws it’s way up his throat. it’s only by stroke of luck that you all walk in silence — he could not entertain a proper conversation if he tried.

does cregan know of your conversation? what would he say? what would he do? the very last thing he needs to be doing is disrespecting the warden of the north that he’s trying to ally.

these thoughts echo in his mind as you approach the door leading to his chambers. you three stop, jaces back to the heavy oak door as you and cregan stand in front of him.

“We shall see you in the morn, then.” says cregan.

jace nods, but his next words die on his tongue as you move from cregans side. his heart hammers in his chest as you saunter to him, standing on your tiptoes as your hand moves to cup his cheek. he subconsciously leans down for you, and you press a kiss onto the corner of his mouth, a breath to the right away from his lips.

seven save him.

his lips part with bated breath, eyes locked onto you as you pull away. his hands twitch with the need to pull you to him, and then he remembers your husband that’s standing right in front of you both.

jaces eyes widen, looking to cregan, but cregan only tilts his head.

his lips… is he smiling? as they hold eye contact, he spots amusement, content, and want (?) in cregans gaze, and then, the smallest of nods.

oh.

oh.

jace’s gaze flickers from cregan, to you, and back and forth a few more times. his breathing is unsteady as you return to cregans side, and you can’t (or don’t) hide your pleasure at his reaction.

“Goodnight, My Prince.”

he cant even manage a nod as you both turn to walk away, cregan shooting him one last look. the flustered prince of dragonstone retreats to his chambers, leaning his head against his closed & locked door — moving to fiddle with the laces of his breeches.

you and your husband certainly make quite the pair. cregan, steadfast, burly, & brooding (handsome), with a reserved playfulness only for you — and you, teasing, warm, & confident, with a seemingly reserved deliberateness to drive jacaerys crazy (not that it takes much, of course).

one night, when he thinks he's completely lost any hope of sanity, the gods decide to have a sort of cruel mercy on him.

it is lord boltons name day, and he has extended the planned celebrations invitation to jacaerys as well. you three depart as one, opting to travel by horseback instead of jace arriving on vermax days before you and cregan. most are surprised by his decision, indeed (did jace sacrifice his freedom on dragonback for the prospect of spending more time with you both?).

jace didn't know you rode horses. he acts like the swaying of your hips doesn't capture him, distracting him throughout the entire journey. you and cregan act like you don't notice (do you?)

you all arrive, and on the day of celebrations, allow the wine & northern ale to wash away your sins down your throat. cregans tolerance is highest, jace's is lowest, with you resting in the middle. his cheeks are flushed, and his prided self control has seemed to have left itself at winterfell. you converse with one another in a secluded corner, allowing everyone else to fade from view. you speak with loose tongues, and jacaerys feels cregans hand on the back of his neck, thumb creeping into his hairline.

you speak of the festivities, the travel, the gossip, dragonstone, and jaces own interests. he can see something lurking beneath your usual gaze, you were hiding something. your eyes flickered with uncertainty. no — you wanted to know something.

and then, the very question that broke the damn - sweltering with the combined pent up desire allowed to built over the last weeks.

"Are you untouched, My Prince?"

[dadsbongos]

can you make a Itadori x reader where reader is gyaru please? :]

yuuji with a gyaru honey headcanons :) hehe

tried to keep as gender neutral as possible!! but reader is kinda feminine-coded, reader is implied to be like early 20s or laaate teens (18-19), didn’t place this anywhere in canon - just that at some point you two meet when he goes to tokyo

Knew of the subculture, obviously, but didn’t really know anybody who partook in it - especially since he grew up in a small town in the country where nobody was so bold (unlike in Tokyo, where you meet! omg)

Actually almost made you cry (dramatic) when you two first met because he referred to it as a trend 

Verbatim, his goofy ass said “Woah, I didn’t know people still followed that trend!” to your face

He likes how proud and confident you are though!! You don’t care if other people think it looks good because you think it looks good

The only reason you even cared what Yuuji had to say was because he implied your fashion was just another fad

He also likes how passionate you are, often pointing out your idols and collecting old magazines from the gyaru boom when you were little just to keep that early 2000s-ness thriving

“How do you have no idea who this is, Yuu?! That’s Na-chan!” and he thinks you’re so cute when you’re all flustered, giving him lil history lessons, “Helloooo? Suzuki, Nana! She was in Popteen!”

Whenever he has the extra cash, Yuuji also finds it fun to buy you accessories or clothes that fit your specific aesthetic of the gyaru umbrella

Even though he totally turns into a little mess when you end up loving what he gets and are grateful (which was the end goal btw lol, he just can’t handle it)

People who don’t know you two kinda assume that you made Yuuji dye his hair pink and just garner negative opinions about you corrupting some nice young man

Not that you care, and Yuuji knows that, but he still gets upset when people have poor impressions of his hottie partner

And you never tell Yuuji this, but you also assumed that he dabbled in a bit of hair bleaching when you both met - so you ask one day if he can help you with yours and he looks at you all “ :o ?”

“Me?” 🤨👈

As if bro doesn’t have bright pink hair

He does try to help if you decide to wear colored contacts though!! And by help I mean… he wants to be emotional support 

“You’re stronger than me, babe, I would’ve puked getting my finger that close to my eye.”

Hey he tries!!!!

He also likes sitting with you to do your makeup, he finds the process very hypnotizing

Like his own personal grwm video 🙂 wow

He can just blabber on and on and on about whatever while you hum and put your face on

Sometimes for no reason at all, he’ll go from staring at you to staring at the mirror and then back at you

Like if you asked he would actually have no answer as to WHY this mf does that, he just… does

Starts carrying special metal straws around for you so you don’t have to worry about ruining your lipstick if you get a drink in public that doesn’t have a straw (all WASHED and CLEAN and kept SECURELY, don’t worry babe✋ HE’S got you)

And just in case this dude’s green flags couldn’t be more apparent - he’s the type where if you wear thigh high, or generally long, socks/leg warmers then he makes sure they’re in place all day

He gets on a knee and fixes them up so you don’t have to sit or bend down <3

[therealvinelle]

what are the cullen’s hobbies? (not canon ones, things and activities you think they’d enjoy - even if being a vampire made it a little difficult or damn near impossible)

God, my eye is twitching with the desire to give them the weirdest hobbies imaginable.

The Cullens have an insane amount of money and time, and their powers (ultra-fine muscle control, amazing vision, etc.) means they will excel at a lot of hobbies.

The hobbies they are prevented from by their vampirism are things involving animals, professional sports (as you'll have to submit to drug tests and your health and fitness routine being monitored), close contact with people in general, food-based hobbies, and hobbies were humans are likely to bleed one way or another.

To say nothing of how niche a hobby community can get. Everyone knows everything about everyone, and that opens up for a level of scrutiny a vampire might not be prepared for.

So, let's assume these barriers aren't an issue for whatever reason. What do the Cullens do?

(I... admit I wasn't entirely able to resist that weird hobby urge.)

Alice might just find herself doing cat or dog shows. The level of perfectionism and effort that goes into preparing your pet (depending strongly on breed and fur quality, of course, some breeds require little if any preparation. The universal experience, though, is GROOOOOOOOOMMMM and if it’s dogs, then TRAIIIIINNNNN your dog) could very well appeal to her, and I imagine she'd develop her own coat products. Silicone powder, color-enhancing shampoo, volumizing spray, she's got her own line, to say nothing of the edge her gift would give her, as she would know which puppy or kitten to buy. (The "which cub am I choosing?!!" issue being a common one because when a puppy is 8 weeks old you simply do not know if it will grow up to be a hottie or not, and it’s not much easier with 12 week old kittens. This is a science.) Her pets win everything.

Carlisle, well, the trouble with this guy is his work is his hobby. And it's already one vampires are supposed to be unable to do. The man is a fluke. Carlisle's hobby is now to be able to contribute to medical research and reference patients from the 1820's without anybody asking questions.

Edward... god, all I can picture is some intensely esoteric craft, one that five people in the world can do and that creates something beautiful and meaningful. Making instruments, the rarer and more elaborate the better, is the name of the game, I think.

Emmett would love to compete. He's a vampire, he's going to win at everything anyway, he's incredible. He kicks the butts of seventeen-year-old humans who worked hard and makes them all cry because he just took their scholarships. He whoops, beats his chest. VICTORY!!

Esme, cooking competitions. She's winning them all. And, because anon said to remove the vampirism problems, she's not eating her competitors.

Jasper is into theatre. Not because he's particularly interested in it, oh no, he just likes to abuse his gift this way. With his gift he can make the other actors bomb their scenes, or make an untalented schmuck seem like the next Rex Harrison. He's in a movie club for the same reason. He made one guy laugh during Schindler's List. Just the one.

Renesmée, if finding the limitations of her hybridness lifted, becomes a freestyle diver. Who needs to breathe? Usually Renesmée, but not anymore!

Rosalie has her cars already, but she strikes me as a horse girl. Give the girl an unafraid horse, and the ability to compete without that being an issue, and our girl is on a Dutch Warmblood competing on a national level in dressage.

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Ok so hear me out:

(in this au, Shiro took Keith in at a much younger age)

Adam trying to win Keith over while trying to woo Shiro?

Yes Yes Yes

So if you have seen Lilo and Stich, I’m going for the sibling relationship Lilo and Nani. Shiro is Keith’s legal guardian but big brother <3

-----

“Who is that?” Adam whispered to his classmate, his eyes glued to the boy who entered the room. 

“Huh? Oh, that’s Takashi Shirogane.” 

He sent his friend the side eye, “and how do you already know his name?” 

They rolled their eyes, “he literally got the top score in our entrance exam? And look at him! Total hottie.” 

Adam allowed his eyes to look back at the other guy, who took a seat a couple of desks away from him. He looked his height, maybe slightly shorter. His undercut was fresh and he had to have something in his hair to make the top of his hair fall like that. He was muscular, defiantly someone who took care of himself. 

A sharp pinch appeared on his side and he smacked his friend's hand. 

“Stop staring, it’s rude.” 

“I wasn’t staring!” Adam whispered back harshly. 

“He might not even like men.” 

Adam felt his heart drop, a painful reminder that his dating pool is limited. He stared at his desk, tracing the different colors of the wood with his eyes. “Yeah...you’re right.” 

A comforting hand was pressed on his upper shoulder blade. “Chin up buddy. It’s the first day of the semester, you’re going to meet plenty of people.” 

He gave a weak nod, looking forward as the teacher walked in. 

---

“Adam right?” 

Adam nearly fell out of his chair, being snapped out of his daydream of actually flying instead of learning about how to fly. “Uhh yeah?” He looked at the voice, Takashi staring down at him with an easy smile. Why is he talking to me? And how does he know my name? Take a breath Adam, just in and out. Just like we’ve done since birth. He prayed his inner turmoil wasn’t readable on his face. 

The other guy laugh, the sound rumbling in his chest. Adam wishes he could save it to memory. “We’re partners...for the project?” He nodded his head at the bored. 

“Partners For Developing Your Own Flight Plan To Kerberos!” Was written in black marker. 

“Oh yeah...the project,” Adam took his glasses off, pretending to clean smudges that weren’t there. 

“You were zoned out weren’t you,” Shiro stated. A humorous smile on his face. 

“Wh-what? Me? Zoned out?” He cleared his throat, ignoring how his face felt. “I was just...seeing if you were paying attention...?” 

Takashi laughed again, throwing his head back at the action. “Understandable,” he extended his right hand. “I’m Takashi.” 

Adam took his hand, trying not to focus on the string grip on Takashi's hand. “Nice to meet you.”

---

“So I was thinking after dinner we could start the project? My roommate will be at their partner's dorms so it’ll just be me in mine. But whatever you’re comfortable with.” He held onto his backpack straps as they walked down the hallway. Attempting to keep his persona cool. He was only inviting the hottest man he had ever seen in his life to his dorm. 

She rubbed the backside of his undercut, his eyes on the ground. “I actually will be gone before dinner. I leave the grounds around threeish. Right after our last class.” 

Adam sent him a confused look. “Do you not live on campus?” Freshmen weren’t allowed to live anyways but in the dorms. Juniors and Seniors could get other housing but it would still be Garrison housing. 

“I don’t...it’s complicated.” He smiled. “I can give you my number and we could call later to work on it.” 

Adam nodded, pulling out his phone. He quickly unlocked it and got to the contact screen. “Here.” 

Takashi quickly typed in his info before handing it back. “I can call any time after 19:00!” He started to move down the hall. Leaving Adam still confused.

---

He ran his hand through his hair again. Groaning with the short strands didn’t stay where he needed them to. “Come on! Just stay where you need to be.” He mumbled to himself, hesitantly checking the clock. They were going to call at 19:15 and it was currently 19:13. He didn’t have time for this. 

He grabbed his glasses and sat down at his desk, propping his phone up on his laptop. Opening his notes right as his phone began to ring. He took another deep breath and accepted the video chat. His voice died in his throat as Takashi appeared on the tiny screen. 

He wasn’t in his Garrison Uniform, though he did make that orange work. Instead, he wore a white baggy hoodie. With a logo Adam didn’t recognize and the top of his hair was pulled back into a very, very small bun. “Hey, how was dinner?” 

Adam cleared his throat, did he talk to everyone this casually? “Good...y’know cafeteria food.” He paused, “unless you don’t. But you aren’t missing much.” 

Takashi sent him a toothy grin. “I’ve heard horror stories.” He leaned out of frame for a moment, repapering with his notebook. “Want to get started?” 

They worked for over an hour, making good progress until Takashi looked at something off-screen. “Yeah, buddy?” 

Adam stopped talking, holding his breath unknowingly. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be right there okay?” Takashi looked back at the camera. “Sorry, can we call it a night? Something came up.” 

Adam nodded, “yeah no problem. See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, see you!” He ended the call, leaving Adam in a still silence. Who was he talking to? 

---

Adam rubbed his eyes, flopping down in his seat. He stayed up too late watching movies. 

“Wakey-wakey Adam,” his friend snapped his fingers in front of his face. 

“I’m awake,” he crossed his eyes, sinking back in his chair. “Did you start your project?” 

His friend scoffed, “no, it’s not due for like two more weeks.” They gave Adam a quick glance. “Did you?” 

Adam hummed, “started it last night.” 

“Ohh you actually worked with Takashi? Didn’t try and kiss him?” His friend nudged his arm. 

Adam rolled his eyes, sending Takashi a small wave as he entered the room. “Yeah...we got some work done.” 

---

“I have to say,” Iverson took his reading glasses off his face. “This is the best plan anyone has come up with for a project like this.” 

Takashi nudged Adam’s arm, smiles forming on both of their faces. 

Iverson sent them a professional smile. “You two clearly work well together. Would you two be interested in a side project? It’ll look good in your academic folder. Might open more doors in the future.” 

They both nodded, not feeling the need to discuss it with each other. They did work well together. 

They exited the room, smiles plastered on their faces. Each holding a folder of the next project. “So are you heading home? Since Mrs. Dominic's class was canceled?” Adam asked as they headed down the hallway, their shoulders brushing against each other. 

Takashi shrugged his shoulders. “I was thinking about it. But that would put me home almost three hours early. I won’t know what to do with myself.” He chuckled. 

“Well,” Adam stopped walking, tightening his hands around the folder. “We could always get a head start on the project? The libraries are nice to work in, but you have to reserve a study room twenty-four hours in advance...and then I have my...dorm...?” 

Takashi turned to face Adam, having taken a couple of steps after he stopped moving. “Why did you say that like a question?” 

Adam shrugged, praying the other boy couldn’t see the heat on his face. “I just-” he cleared his throat. He needed to get over this unrequited crush. 

Takashi laughed, “we can do it to your dorm. I just need to leave after 15:00.” 

“Copy that,” Adam began to walk. Leading the way. They chatted back and forth as they walked, Adam scanning his badge to unlock his dorm. “Welcome to my lovely abode.” 

Takashi whistled as he walked in, “living in luxury I see.” 

“You know it,” He slipped his bag off, hanging it on the hook at the end of his bed. “Make yourself at home.” 

Takashi took off his own bag, pulling out the chair to Adam’s desk. His leg bobbed up and down. 

Adam slid off his orange jacket and climbed into his bed. Sitting with his back against the concert wall. The folder in his hands. “Did we want to start?” 

Takashi nodded, placing his folder on the desk, his eyes falling on the picture frame. “Awe is this you?” He gently grabbed the frame, lifting it up to his face. 

Adam ignored the embarrassment that bloomed in his gut. “Yeah...I was like five or six. First time I ever saw a plane up close.” 

Shiro stared at the picture, a nostalgic look in his eye. “I guess we all have a moment like there. Where we fall in love with flying.” He put the frame back down. “Is that your mom and...” He trailed off. 

“Mom and Mama,” Adam stared at the folder. He wasn’t ashamed of his familial structure, it was a good way to introduce new people to the topic. 

“They look nice. Loving.” Shiro opened his folder, pulling out the papers inside. 

“They are...what about your family? Your parents?” 

Takashi’s jaw tightened for a brief second. Before he met Adam’s eyes, “a story for another time. Let’s start shall we?” 

Adam nodded, his stomach tightening with guilt. “Yeah.” 

---

It had been a couple of weeks since that day. They worked together almost daily, excluding the weekend. They were always around each other. Joined at the hip. Adam and Takashi slowly became Adam and Takashi. An inseparable pair.

Adam’s leg bounced up and down. Trying to contain his excitement.  Takashi was going to come over again today. Unrequited crush or not, he just liked spending time with him. They clicked really well. And sometimes, just sometimes Adam felt as if Takashi felt the same. 

Iverson entered the room, silencing the students with his presence. Adam’s eyes drifted to where Takashi sat. His seat empty. 

He didn’t show up the next day. 

Or the day after that. 

He let his bag drop to the floor, feeling defeated. He flopped on his bed face first, not even bothering to check his phone. Takashi hadn’t responded at all. Hadn’t even read his messages. He tried not to take it personally. But he was still hurt. He thought they were closer. They had an unspeakable, indescribable connection. Something drew them together and yet. He wasn’t allowed to be there for him.  

He awoke to his roommate entering the room. “Yo, you missed dinner. Are you feeling okay?” 

He pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” 

“Like seven?” They sat on their own bed, shrugging off their uniform. 

Adam shimmied off his bed, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll head down before the kitchen closes.” 

His roommate hummed, opening up their laptop as Adam exited the room. Glancing at his phone as he walked. A missed call from Takashi. 

He frowned and quickly dialed it back, pushing the anxiety down into his core. The call picked up, “Hey Takashi. Is everything okay?” 

A small voice responded. Hesitant. “Hi, are you Shiro’s friend?” 

Adam frowned, stepping off to the side to let others pass. “Uhh, I...who are you?”

“Shiro’s sick. Can you help?” 

“Wait what?” He ran his free hand through his hair.  “Is he okay?” 

“Ummm, hot but shivering. Sweaty and he won’t eat.” The small voice listed off the different symptoms. “What?!” He called to someone on his side of the call. “Adam!” 

Adam could feel his heart in his throat. Pounding in confusion and concern. He could hear a voice muffle on the other side but he couldn’t make out the words or the owner of it. 

The unnamed voice returned, “Can you help? I live at...” He recited the address quickly and Adam pulled a pen out of his pocket. Scribbling it down on his arm. 

“Sure...I’ll do what I can.” The call ended and he started at the location. It was outside the Garrison, but not too far of a drive. But a walk? That would take him hours. He chewed on his inner cheek. Turning to walk to the one teacher that might help. 

---

“I can’t allow you off campus Adam. You know the rules.” 

“Iverson, please! I don’t know who that was but they sounded like a kid. If Takashi is sick he might need some help.” Adam forced himself to keep his posture straight. His eyes ahead, trying to plead his case. “I don’t know his living situation that well, but given he’s allowed to live off campus I can only assume he’s the sole provided to someone.” It was a shot in the dark but it made sense. 

Iverson's face revealed no information. “Again. I can’t allow you to leave campus.” 

Adam’s face dropped, his shoulders sagging. 

Iverson stood, “I’m sorry. I know you two are close.” He moved to stand in front of the younger boy. “And I’m known for not always locking my office door.” He placed his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “The key to my truck is hanging by the door. I park in spot 34.” 

Adam sent his teacher a confused look. “What?” 

“Takashi Shirogane is a special case. One we teachers are not allowed to discuss. And he trusts you, so if you’re being requested. You should go.” 

Adam nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Thank you.” 

Iverson stepped back, moving back toward his desk. “You do know how to drive right?” 

Adam moved, grabbing the key that hung by the door. “Sure. It can’t be harder than flying right?” 

Driving was harder than flying. 

He managed to make it to the address in one piece. Trying to ignore the number of traffic laws he broke. He knocked on the door. It was a smaller house, with a couple of lights on. His palms sweated as he waited. Unsure who was going to open the door. 

The door cracked open, stopping on a chain, A younger boy stared up at him through thick raven bangs. “Um....hi?” 

The kid didn’t respond, just stared.  

Adam shifted under his gaze, “I’m Adam?” 

The kid nodded, closing the door briefly. Reopening it fully. “Follow me.” He lead Adam upstairs to a cracked door. He pushed the door open, leaving Adam in the hallway. 

He returned a couple of seconds later, waving Adam in. 

Adam followed, his eyes immediately falling on a very sick-looking Takashi. “Keith...I told you not to call him.” The other man wheezed out, trying to focus on the smaller boy. 

The boy, now known as Keith, crossed his arms. “I’m no doctor.” 

“Neither is Adam.” Takashi let his head fall on the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. 

Keith looked at Adam, “he wears glasses. He has to be smart.”  

Takashi groaned, “it doesn’t work like that.” 

Keith rolled his eyes, “can you help him or not?” 

Adam nodded, “yeah.” He moved ahead, sitting on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward to rest his cheek on Takashi’s forehead. 

“Adam?! What are you doing-” The other man began to protest, his eyes blown wide. 

“Shhhhh. I’m trying to check how hot you are.”

Keith snickered, which resulted in his brother saying his name. 

Adam leaned back up, “have you eaten anything?” 

Takashi shook his head, “hard to eat.” 

“Drank anything?” 

He shook his head again. 

“Okay,” Adam stood, looking at Keith. “You have any soup?” 

“No.” 

“Okay,” he looked at his classmate, “mind if I steal your kitchen?” 

Takashi didn’t respond, slipping into a shivery slumber. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He looked at the younger boy. “Can you show me the kitchen?” That’s how Adam found himself. Chopping up slightly old vegetables, adding them to a simmering pot. 

Keith sat on the island behind him. Munching on a grilled cheese. “So how old are you Keith?” He slid the carrots into the pot. 

“Seven.” 

“Oh, that’s a good age.” He moved on to the celery. “Where do you go to school?” 

“Down the road. Shiro drops me off on his way to the Garrison.” 

“Ah, I see.” More chopping. “What’s your favorite class?” 

“Hmm,” Keith put the plate down beside him. “Science.”

“Mine too.” He finished the vegetables, giving the soup a stir. “Where are your parents? Away at work?” 

“They’re dead.” 

The room fell into silence. The soup bubbling. “Oh...I see.” 

“Shiro takes care of me. He’s been taking care of me since he turned eighteen. But they passed when I was four.” 

Adam squeezed the spoon he was holding tighter. Everything fell into place in his mind. Why he never stayed past three in the afternoon. Why he never came to campus on the weekend. Why he didn’t live on campus. His reaction when Adam asked about his parents. 

“Shiro likes you.” 

He turned, “what?” 

Keith hopped off the counter, placing his dish in the sink. A small pile of dirty dishes formed. “He talks about you a lot.” 

“Oh...we are good friends.” He turned to focus on the soup. Trying to calm his racing heart. 

“Adam.” 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s a boyfriend?” 

“Oh...it’s a guy you date. Someone you like and may fall in love with.” 

“Oh...well Shiro said he wants to be your boyfriend.” 

He dropped the spoon he was holding. “What?!” 

Keith looked at him like it was everyday knowledge. “Only if I like you.” 

Adam stared at the kid, unsure of what to say. 

Keith began to leave the kitchen. “I don’t have any thoughts on you. But I thought he liked shorter guys.” He left the room, the TV turning on in the living room. 

Adam placed the spoon in the sink. Finishing up the soup while emptying the dishwasher and starting it up with the new dishes. Cleaning up the messes that Keith had created since Takashi was out of commission. 

He dished up a bowl, moving to head up the stairs. Keith curled up on the couch, asleep. 

He headed upstairs, knocking on his classmate's door. “Takashi? You awake?” He made a small grunt sound and Adam, entered the room. “I made you some soup.” 

“Adam, I am so sorry about this. I was just pushing myself too hard and...sometimes.” He paused, catching his breath. 

“Your body will make you take a break.” He set the soup on the bed-side desk. “Come on.” He helped Takashi lean forward, propping the pillows behind him. He grabbed the bowl, lifting the spoon up to the other boy's mouth. 

“You are not feeding me.” 

“You are not feeding me,” Adam mocked back, “just shush and eat.” 

Takashi fought him for a couple of moments before giving in. Letting Adam feed him. “Keith’s asleep downstairs.” 

“Yeah...he does that when I don’t make him go to bed.” 

Another spoonful. “He told me what happened...about your parents. Shiro, I’m so sorry.” 

His face scrunched up, “you called me Shiro.” 

Adam ignored the fire under his skin. “Sorry, hearing your brother say it. It just slipped out-” 

“You can call me it. I only let people I’m close to call me it.” 

“Oh,” another spoonful. “Are we close then?” 

Shiro sent him a weak smile, grabbing his wrist weakly. “I like to think we are.” 

Adam returned to his dorm around two in the morning. Falling on his bed as soon as he kicked his boots off. He didn’t leave until Shiro had eaten, he put the other dishes away and he carried Keith to bed properly.  

Sleep didn’t come easy to him. Every time he tried, all he could think of was what it would feel like to kiss him. 

---

The next Monday rolled around Shiro was finally back in class. Looking more alive than he did when Adam saw him last. He came in right in front of Iverson so they didn’t have time to talk. But Shiro sent him a bright smile when he walked into the room. 

The class dragged on but as soon as it was dismissed Shiro was in front of Adam’s desk. “I am so sorry again for last week.” 

Adam waved his hand in a ‘whatever’ motion, standing while grabbing his bag. “Again, it’s fine. I’m happy you’re feeling better.” He met Shiro’s grey eyes. A hint of pink on his cheeks. Was he flustered? 

Shiro bobbed his head a couple of times. Unsure of what to say but he seemed to be reluctant to move. “I should go...I have a lot of work to catch up on.” 

Adam nodded, both of them refusing to step away from each other. An invisible energy pulling them together. “Did you want some help?” Adam offered. 

“Yeah,” Shiro nodded, a smile forming on his face, “I’d like that.” 

They ended up sitting on Adam’s bed, leaning against each other as Adam helped him with the various assignments. 

Shiro groaned, resting the back of his head on the concert wall. “This is a lot.” 

“Missing of a week of school seems stressful.” 

Shiro closed his eyes, his body relaxed. “It was. I couldn’t do anything. I was so worried Keith was going to set the kitchen on fire. But, at least our neighbors could take him to and from school for me.” 

They sat in more silence. Adam finally broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?” 

Shiro sighed, his eyes still closed. “It’s hard to talk about I guess.” 

Adam mimicked his position, closing his eyes as Shiro talked. His voice rumbled from his chest. 

“Losing mom and dad...it was hard. I was fifteen. I went to school, Keith went to daycare, and then one distracted driver left us spending a night at an emergency placement home.” 

Adam intertwined his fingers with Shiro, giving it a comforting squeeze. 

Shiro didn’t pull his hand back, and his grip tightened ever so slightly. “We were moved a lot. I made sure we stayed together no matter what. And as soon as I turned eighteen I got us out of there. I’m just happy the Garrison worked with me. Let us stay in our family home. I didn’t want to bring Keith on campus.” 

“He’s important to you,” Adam whispered. 

“He is. I would do anything to keep him safe. To make sure he isn’t hurt or left alone.” He released a shaky breath. Leaning to rest his head on Adam’s shoulder. 

Adam rested his cheek on Shiro’s head, “like date someone he approves of?” 

Shiro nodded. 

Adam knew what he had to do. Get Keith to like him. 

---

“What are you doing for Winter break Adam?” His friend asked as they sat down for Iverson’s last class of the semester. 

“I don’t know. I only live like forty minutes away so it’s not like I have to travel.” 

His friend nodded, going on a slight tangent of the layovers they would have to sit through to get home. 

He sent Shiro a small wave as he entered the classroom. Shiro smiled at him and sat down. Adam’s phone lighting up a couple of moments afterward. 

Good to see you. I wanna talk to you after class. 

He reread the message, quickly typing a response as Iverson walked in the door. Spending the entire class wondering what Shiro could want to ask him. 

“So what’s up?” Adam made it to Shiro’s desk first this time. 

“Adam!” Shiro’s face lit up and he stood, a slight bounce to his action. “How far do you live from here?” 

“Like a forty-minute drive...why what’s up?” 

“So Keith loves roller-coaster but um...I don’t.” 

Adam couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping his chest. “You’re in a fight pilot major and you don’t like roller-coaster?!” 

Shiro rolled his eyes, “mock me later. Do you like them?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Great, I was given some free tickets to ‘Roller-Park’ and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me...and Keith of course. He’ll need someone to ride with him.” 

Adam grinned, his heart fluttering in his chest. The perfect opportunity to befriend Keith just fell in his lap. “Yeah. Just let me know when.” 

---

“I want to ride that one!” Keith pointed to the 400ft rollercoaster that could be seen from the entrance. He dropped his hand back down on Shiro’s head. Holding on to the tuff of hair with his fingers. 

Shiro whistled, “that’s a really tall coaster,” he sent Adam a panicked look. 

Adam chuckled, looking up at Keith who was sitting on Shiro’s shoulders. “Let’s start on the smaller ones first okay?” 

They spent the entire day riding rides. Shiro waiting by the exit for them. Kneeling down each time to hug Keith as he ran at him. Adam was having fun. Keith was a good kid. 

“I want dipping dots,” Keith said, pulling Shiro toward the ice cream stand. 

Shiro let the smaller boy drag him along. “What flavor do you like?” He looked at Adam. 

“I don’t need anything.” 

“Come on, the least I can do is buy you some ice cream.” 

“I’m fine Shiro.” 

“Shiro?” Keith tugged on his arm. 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can I have Adam share then?” 

Both men broke out in laughter. 

---

“Ready to try the big one?” Adam ran a napkin across Keith’s face. 

Keith nodded. “It’s going to go fast!” 

“90 miles per hour.” Adam stood, extending his hand to the raven hair kid. “Come on, let’s go check your height.” 

Keith was surprisingly tall enough for the ride and after a twenty-minute wait they were buckled into the coaster. “You ready?” 

Keith nodded, swallowing a bit. “I’m scared.” 

Adam frowned, wrapping his arm around the smaller boy. “It’s okay to be scared. Does it help to know that I’m scared too?” 

Keith looked at him, “you’re scared?” 

Adam laughed, “a bit. But’s going to be fine.” He removed his arm as the coaster began to move. It launched off and after a minute the coaster was stopping. They shared a look before laughing at how messed up their hair was. 

They kept laughing until they met up with Shiro. Keith immediately told Shiro about the ride and how brave he was. He whispered something in Shiro’s ear, causing him to look at his brother with a wide expression. 

Adam wasn’t sure what he said but he figured it wasn’t his place. They rode a couple more rides, Keith grabbed Adam’s hand a couple of times as they walked. 

“I’m going to go get us some food. Come on Keith.” Shiro grabbed his brother's hand.

“I’ll eat whatever you get.” Adam looked around, his eyes falling on something. “I’m going to check something out.” He waited until the two had walked away and made his way over to a game stand. “What do I have to do to get that?” He pointed at the giant blue and black wolf plushy that was hung up. 

The employee smiled at him and quickly explained what he needed. It took Adam a couple of tries but he walked away with the stuffed wolf. 

Shiro and Keith were sitting down. Chomping on chicken tenders and French fries. Shiro’s eyes widened at the giant stuffed animal. Keith had yet to notice. 

“I got you something Keith,” Adam sat the wolf down next to the boy who stared at it with wide eyes. 

He looked up at Adam, “for me?” 

“Yup.” 

Keith grinned at the plushy, hugging it tightly. 

“What do we say, Keith?” Shiro said, looking at Adam with an unreadable expression. 

Keith pulled back some, “thanks, Adam!” He let go of the plushy and jumped up to hug Adam. 

Adam hugged him back, glancing at Shiro who smiled at him. 

---

“He is knocked out,” Shiro plopped on the couch next to Adam, resting his arms on the back of the couch. 

“I’m happy he had fun.” 

“Yeah...me too. He named the wolf Kosmo.” 

“That’s a fitting name. Did he ever let go of it?” 

Shiro laughed, sliding his arm down so it was wrapped around Adam’s shoulders. “No. He fell asleep holding it. I had to pretend to brush its teeth while he brushed his.” 

Adam chuckled, sinking into Shiro more. Trying to keep his heart rate steady. Just two dudes...platonically cuddling. Nothing more, nothing less. “What did Keith whisper to you at the park.” He wasn’t sure why he asked, but something forced the words out. 

“He said that he liked you.” 

“Oh.” He tapped his fingers against his upper thighs. Trying to keep himself composed. “I like him. He’s a good kid.” 

“Yeah,” Shiro adjusted, so he was twisted on the couch facing Adam. “And I like you.” 

Adam turned his head so he was facing the other man. Their faces were closer than he expected. “...like a friend?” 

“...more than that.” His hand moved up, slowly cupping Adam’s cheek. His thumb slowly rubbed over his cheekbone. “Do you like me?” He leaned closer, their breaths mingling. “More than a friend?” 

Adam took a shaky breath. This was it. No matter which way this went, this would change everything. “Yeah.” He whispered. 

“...can I?” 

Adam licked his own lips nervously, “yeah.” 

Shiro tilted his head slightly, pressing their lips together. Pulling back too soon. He leaned back, dropping his hand. “Was that okay?” 

“You better kiss me again Takashi or I will never forgive you.” 

Shiro laughed and leaned forward again. 

-----

This...this got away from me 

But I hope you liked it!! This was so much fun <3

Thank you for reading <33333

[veinspill]

Chapter 1 - Gothic & Emotional

(AN: This series was originally a spoof of "my immortal," an infamous work of fanfiction. It has since grown into an original work as a satire of the themes present within "my immortal." fangs for the support!)

Another day. My blinds filter the light of the sun completely out, and the wallpaper is a dismal black. A vase of withered roses, having been hand-painted black, lies beside my antidepressants atop my nightstand. Another day rising out of my coffin, which in contrast to much of my room, is a vibrant shade of pink, equipped with speakers constantly playing through music. I turn to the totally retro lava lamp beside me, and with a flip of the switch, the room dimly illuminates.

It is mostly black. If it already wasn't obvious, I'm gothic and emotional, and my room is an extension of that - there are overhead, red lights which accentuate my gothic features, occasionally flickering to remind any guests of the labyrinthian darkness dwelling deep within my recesses. A few of my many, many friends have misinterpreted their meaning, often saying something along the lines of "red LED lights, huh?" It is frustrating to have your artistic vision be lost so consistently, and doubly frustrating when they're frequently right!

I'm realizing I should introduce myself - I'm Ra'zorblayde D, short for Darkroom, Veinspill. I am a total fucking hottie, and unlike many other goths, I don't shy away from non-black colors, with my signature corset being a comparatively bright shade of pink, and my skirt being an equally bright green. With pallid skin, pointed ears and fangs, I'm a vampire. I'm also a witch, with a retrofitted vibrator as a wand. I'm also a siren, but those days are largely behind me.

The fishnet shirt I wear was once an actual fishing net - amidst some rocks at sea, I once sang MCR to grizzled old sailors to lure them in, but they were posers and did not recognize any of my melodies. It was embarrassing! Almost as embarrassing as the harpoonist who attempted to spear me on the rocks, mid-chorus. Upon seeing a harpoon shooting towards me, I acted quickly, catching the spear between my middle fingers. I shrieked at them, telling them all to fuck off with the volume of a banshee, but they were unrelenting. In a last ditch effort, they threw a net at me. I will admit, they must've had some experience on the water, as when it made contact with me, I became fully, shibari-tied in the sailors' net. I had been tied like this before, of course, but never in this context! Upon the rocks, I felt the desolation of every plastic-ridden sea turtle, and I could practically feel myself choking on a straw. I brooded for a moment, sulking, brooding, eventually shedding inky tears as my more kraken-like ancestors had in an effort to deter them.

No matter my efforts, they steeled in their resolve, and had finally drawn the boat ashore. As the anchor made a thundering contact with the rocks below me, I grew hopeless. I had been the end of many people I'd come across in the sea - from grizzled sea captains persistently referring to me as a "white whale" (harsh, in retrospect), to lovers who had been separated by icebergs and small rafts, to dude-bro mermen who should have known better. I would have understood if, in this moment, I finally met my comeuppance for those encounters, and mulled over a few potential last words.

I soon realized I had been panicking, remembering the far scarier battles I'd overcome. Using my empathabilities, I channeled the destitution of the creatures who'd met their undoing through plastics, and as my inky tears collided with the net, I felt its fabric begin to contort and twist into... a sickass fishnet shirt! Now equipped with the stylish breathability of the net, I channeled my newfound energy into my middle fingers. With the harpoon, I wound my arms into a decisive throw. Yelling out "fangs for the memories, even if they weren't so great!" as I returned the harpoon, I heard it thunder through the air, crackling into, and eventually skewering the sailors. They toppled to the floor of their vessel, and frustratingly, were off-beat to my singing in doing so.

[scorpiondancing]

Grocery Meet-cute: Wangxian

Wei Ying knew he looked good, really good. With his hair pulled back in a high ponytail, red ribbon tied in his hair to match his red button down shirt that only had the last 3 buttons done up, and his tight jeans that make his ass look even fatter than usual.

He layered gold necklaces that complimented his skin tone and wore way too many rings and finished it off with dangly dagger earrings. Never mind that he was dressed like this as he walked into a grocery store, he always loved being the hottest bitch anywhere he went.

Fortunately or maybe unfortunately for him, someone else beat him to it. Wei Ying couldn’t help gape at the tall well built man currently intensely inspecting a mango very careful. His smooth chestnut colored hair falling out from where it was tucked behind his ear.

You would think a guy wearing a turtle neck would look modest but it definitely did not look that way on him. The baby blue sweater clung to every curve of muscle (!!), all stretched out. It was obscene!

Surely his massive biceps should have ripped the poor material in two?

Wei Ying couldn't even move on to the white wide leg jeans or the light grey peacoat because he was still processing that sweater (which he both loves and despises and definitely wants to ruin)

Feeling someone staring (drooling publicly) at him, he glanced up and made eye contact with a very sexy guy currently obviously ogling him and he decided he would ogle back.

He was definitely glad he wore this sweater today.

The universe had sent him a delectably toned man who was just the perfect amount of "rebel" to suits his tastes. And he was very glad for the obvious signs of attraction this man was sending his way.

It seemed like being caught staring had turned this guy into a statue because he just stood there, mouth open like a fish.

So, it seemed like it was up to him to take the line and reel him in.

Wei Ying was screaming in his head over and over again. The words took the shape of "oh my god" and "do something" but it was hard to grasp onto any coherent thoughts when he realized the mango hottie (ignore the bad nickname) was walking over his way.

"Lan Zhan." The man said with a firm handshake (so formal).

And Wei Ying, who normally did not struggle to talk was having trouble even making some sort of response in acknowledgment and ended up sort of releasing an embarrassing mix of "hi" and "ah"

Lan Zhan subtly laughed thru his nose, obviously amused by his display but trying to be polite.

"Do you have a name or shall I call you 'hehaahh'?"

(Oh this man could make jokes, oh no)

"Wei Ying. Um, call me Wei Ying." He mentally scolded himself for sounding so nervous, (he was the hot and desirable Wei Ying!) and coughed to try and ease the tension lodged in his throat.

"So, Lan Zhan. What brings you here looking like-"

Wei Ying looked him up and down. Gesturing vaguely, finishing his sentence feeling slightly more sure of himself and said,

"Looking like that."

He held back on the many terrible food pickup lines. His brother would be (somewhat) proud.

"I might ask Wei Ying the same."

Lan zhan replied. His eyes traveled down to the open space of his chest that was left exposed by the poorly done up buttons of Wei Ying's shirt.

"He looks... cold."

Wei Ying laughed and leaned in to whisper, "ahh I see. Lan Zhan was just concerned for my health. Certainly there was no other reason he came over here to talk to me."

"Mn. I thought I'd offer my services to warm you up. I've heard I'm quite good at that."

"Oh gege, you are warming me up already." Wei Ying dared to trace his finger lightly across Lan Zhan's chest.

With that, Lan Zhan's control snapped. He took both of their baskets, threw them back to their place by the front of the store (he wasn't an animal) and turned around motioning Wei Ying to catch up.

[dreamcatcher92]

Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

*WARNINGS*

Use of alcohol, smut, sex, violence.

This is my first time posting anything like this haha, please be nice.

At first when you moved into your small one-bedroom apartment, you were a bit uncomfortable because until now, you had always had a roommate living with you so you wouldn't be alone. Now here you are living completely on your own in New York City.

It was a Friday like any other. You were finally going to step out of your comfort zone and had agreed to meet your new friend Taren at a bar a couple blocks from your apartment building. After trying on at least six or seven outfits, you finally choose your favorite dark green dress that comes just above your knees. Paired with your dress, you chose a dark denim jacket, small golden stud earrings, and your favorite low-top all black converse shoes.

“Welp here goes nothing.” you say as you look yourself up and down in the full-length mirror hanging on your bedroom wall.

The bar that Taren chose is one of the more popular ones in the city, so there are always a lot of people there. As you walk closer to the bar, you hear your name being called out by a familiar voice. It was Taren. She was standing under a streetlamp waving at you and smiling from ear to ear. You walk up to her, and she embraces you in a hug.

“AH! I am so glad you decided to come out with me finally! We are going to have so much fun!” Taren yells in excitement as she pulls away from your hug. “Come on!” She grabs your hand and pulls you behind her toward the front door of the bar.

On the outside, it looks like your typical bar. Tons of people inside and out. Everyone is laughing, drinking, and having a good time. Music is blaring and different colored lights are shining. This really is bringing you out of your comfort zone, but you take a deep breath and relax thinking to yourself that you need this.

There were so many people inside that between the music and everyone having a conversation of some sort, you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts. It had been about half an hour into the night, and you already needed to take a breather. You scan the place looking for the restroom and finally spot it clear in the back.

“Of course,” you say to yourself as you turn to Taren to let her know where you were going and that you would be back in a few minutes.

“Okay!” Taren yells already clearly feeling her alcohol.

You set your drink on the table and start your way through the crowd of people toward the bathroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you lock eyes with a stranger as you push your way past each person you encounter. He smiles at you, and you feel like your face is suddenly set on fire. You turn quickly and continue until finally; you have made it to the lady’s room.

You open the door and can barely even step inside. There are so many girls in there. Some are fixing their makeup and reapplying lip gloss, while others are puking their guts up into the disgusting toilets. You let out a deep sigh of annoyance as you turn to head outside instead.

As you make your way to the front door, you can see that Taren is perfectly content at the table you were both sitting at, only now, there were three other people joining her in shots and laughs. She’ll be fine, you thought to yourself. Finally, you reach the door and let out a sigh of relief.

You step outside, close your eyes, and take in a deep breath of fresh air.

“Better?” says a deep voice behind you.

Your eyes open quickly, and you turn to face the source of the voice. It was him. The same dark brown-haired hottie that smiled at you just minutes ago. You gulp.

“Yeah. A bit.” you say, breaking eye contact with him because you’re extremely shy.

As you look back up to try and meet eyes again, he’s already looking at you with a small smirk on his face. He can sense your shyness and it makes this all the more exciting for him.

“I’m Billy.” he says to you as he reaches out his large hand toward you.

You bite your lower lip and place your hand in his as you say, “I’m Anna.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna.” Billy says as he gently shakes your hand.

“Y-Yeah. You too.” you say, breaking eye contact once again to look at the ground and taking your hand from his. “I should get back inside. My friend is probably wondering where I am by now.”

You quickly walk away before giving him a chance to say another word and make your way back inside where your friend was. You walk back and sit down on your bar stool at the high top. Taren is excited to see you and you both start talking about random things. About an hour or so has passed and you are interrupted mid-sentence when a waitress brings you a refill of your fruity drink. You look at it for a moment with confusion because you’ve already had more to drink than you said you would, and you definitely didn’t ask for another.

So, you say to the waitress, “Oh, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t order this ma’am.”

She just smiles at you and points in a direction. You look where she is pointing and see Billy. He smiles and raises his beer to you as if to say cheers. With the alcohol in your system, you’ve gained some confidence and decided to drink your new cocktail. You hold up your glass toward Billy and mouth the words “thank you.” Then you return to the story that you were telling Taren.

“Last call!” yells a bartender. You jump.

“I should get home, Taren. I didn’t realize how late it was getting to be.” you say to your friend who is at this point pretty drunk.

Luckily, another friend of yours and Taren’s drives for Uber and agrees to come pick Taren up and take her home safely.

“You sure you don’t need a ride, Anna? I really don’t mind!” Sammy says to you as you buckle Taren into the backseat.

“No, really, I’m fine! It’s literally a couple blocks from here. Plus, the night air will help me sober up a little.” you say laughing and climbing back out of the car. “Thank you though! Oh, and please make sure she gets home safe!”

“Always girly!” Sammy says before you close the door, and he drives off.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Angle shot A.U.

Pairing: Harry x Reader.

Summary: yn trying to have a good night but gets a blast from the past. Harry protecting 😈

Angle shot is a type of code to tell your bartender that you feel unsafe.

Neat= feel unsafe and need someone to escort to your car

With ice= need someone to call taxi

With lime= call police

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I signed while entering the bar. It was so crowded here. I'm at a local pub I heard about a couple days ago. I just had a fight with Cloe, my roommate, about maintenance fees which she isn't paying and I have to pay for her because our landlord is threatening to kick us out.

This was her 3th time not paying. She doesn't have money because she is unemployed. I hate it. I am the one always paying for everything like our maintenance, groceries, light bill, water bill, everything! I'm so mad at her.

Today, I had enough and confronted her about it. She ignored me and locked herself in the room as if what I say just doesn't matter. I got so mad and left the house yelling that either she is leaving or I am.

So here I am sitting in a bar deciding if I should drink or not since I'll be the one driving me home later. You know what, Fuck it. I'm drinking.

"Bartender" I called out.

"And what can I get for you, ma'am" a tall guy came in front of me. I could clearly hear the british accent in his words. Wow he's really hot. 6ft, green eyes, sharp jaw, totally my type.

"One sex on the beach, please"

"Going for the easy stuff I see" the guy smirked at me.

"Yeah well, not really in the mood to get drunk tonight"

The guy hummed and put a napkin that was in his hands on his shoulder. He turned around to get the liquor from the shelf behind him while I opened my purse to get my ID. When I was searching for it I realized I forgot my phone. Shit.

I put my ID on the table the same time the green-eyed hottie turned back to face me. He looked at my ID and nodded. He started making my drink while I used the time to observe him. I looked at his pin and read his name. Harry.

Now that I see him clearly, he had emerald green eyes. Dark brown curls that I just know are soft, I wanna run my hand through them. He had tattoos all over his left arm but not many in his right. And his hands, God! his hands are so big and amazing, I'm suddenly thinking of how they would feel wrapped around my throat.

I forced myself to get those dirty thought out of my mind and concentrate. I heard someone next to me call his name. He slid my drink to me and went to pay attention to them. I took a sip from my drink feeling bored now that he's gone.

I looked around the club. There are a lot of people here. Some teenagers playing poll at the right conner with girls all around them. There was a karaoke in the left conner and some girl was singing to the audience around her. And in the middle was the dance floor filled with people that are probably drunk on it.

I slowly started to look for a person I would like in the crowd. The thing is almost every guy was wearing black leather jacket with wet hair look and girls with makeup more then a kg applied on their face. I don't like anyone.

In the crowd I saw a familiar face. I boy. Probably my age. He was looking at me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, a big and disgusting smile formed on his face. Who is he? I've seen him before.

He has bright blue eyes, so bright that I can see them from this far. Black long hair that reached his shoulders, colored blonde at the end. The smile he was giving me was making me feel really uncomfortable.

Where have I see him?? Maybe on my Instagram or in my college camp-

Fuck! Jake! Fuck!!

I widden my eyes in realisation and which seems to have pleased him because he enlarged his smile. I quickly broke the eye contact and faced the bar now feeling unsafe.

Jake is my well, not technically but stalker. He has been following me for the last four months. He was everywhere, on my social media accounts, my classes, my house. I tried to file a report against him but turns out his father in the head chief of our area's police station. It didn't matter what I did. I tried to comfront him but then he said that I'll have to date him to stop the stalking. I told him no but he won't listen.

Last month I went to a club with my friends to celebrate our exams amazing results. We were all pretty intoxicated except my best friend, Liam. Everyone was having fun and everything was going great but then I noticed Jake was there too. I told Liam about that and he got really mad but I made him promise me not to do anything that would cause a scene. All was ok until Jake tried to touch me and dance with me. Liam saw that and got so mad. He beat the shit out of Jake and that almost got him in jail. None of them are allowed in that club now.

Jake was MIA for the next week after that but the messages started coming again 2 weeks ago. Why is he here?!

I look back in hopes he would be gone but he was still looking at me. I saw him take a step and start walking towards me.

Oh No.

I didn't even bring me phone!!!

I can walk straight out of here and get the car and but the parking is a bit far from this pub and I don't know if I want to be alone right now. I was thinking about what I can do when I suddenly remembered.

"Harry"

He came and looked at me with a smile. He was shaking a glass probably making a drink.

"One Neat angle shot, please"

I saw his smile disappear and his face harden. He put down his glass and looked at me with a protective gaze.

"Which one?"

I looked behind me to find Jake but he was suddenly besides me. I got stratled by his presence. I looked at Harry and motioned my eyes towards Jake. He saw him and frowned. Harry told someone to cover his shift and got out of the bar table.

"Come on" He said.

The both of us walked out of the club without giving another glance at Jake. I took out my keys and unlocked my car.

I opened my car and got in. Harry was here without saying or doing anything which was exactly what I needed right now.

"Thank you so much" I said to him after I sat down.

"It's ok you don't need to thank me" He said giving me a small smile. I returned it but surly he could tell it was fake.

"Also uh, here" He gave me a chit. I opened it and saw a phone number. "If you ever need it. Just call me or text it's ok"

I smiled real this time and said "thank you, Harry"

He nodded and wished me good night.

I said good night and turned on my car.

This was an eventful night. From the fight with Cloe to the bar to Jake and Harry. Harry is good I like him. Hopefully I won't need his number for anything; And if I do, hopefully it's for asking him to date me.

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[sarahcore24]

February 14, 2024

Happy Valentine’s Day to Cannibalism as a metaphor for love, pomegranates, jegulus fanfiction, yearning, Jackie and Shauna’s doomed homoerotic friendship, the glee cover of smooth criminal, every era of Taylor Swift, gay panic, Strawberry ice cream, as needed anxiety medication, the month of January, neurodivergent hotties, doctors vs the knowledge you’ve obtained from web md, the Quinn app, my cat Winifred, always throwing away the first pancake, getting your period 5 days early, 400mg of ibuprofen a night, reading smut, going braless in the summer, ASMR, staying up until 4am, no longer believing in god, new book smell, the photo of Paul mescal looking at daisy edgar jones while standing next to phoebe bridgers, this or that questions, love song by Sara Bareilles, kissing your one night stand on the forehead, accidentally swallowing your cinnamon gum, being chronically online but working with old people who don’t understand how funny you’re being, buying yourself flowers, American girl doll ICON Josefina, listening to audiobooks on the bus, Vincent Van Gogh cutting off his own ear, nw Portland, fat babes being hot, earl grey tea, the lesbian master doc, the Brontë sisters being cunty, my friends Kat & L, French onion soup, the “there’s only 1 bed” trope, werewolves being queer coded, silly earrings, Greek mythology, surpassing your goodreads goal, rainy Sundays, vitamin d deficiency, the color orange, red string theory, crying when capitalism is overwhelming, sending tik toks as a love language, telling people you’re a vegetarian because saying you are a pescatarian sounds too pretentious, Florence Pugh being a Capricorn, the hostel cafe, and every hot queer person I have ever made eye contact with in a Trader Joe’s. 

[anotherghoul666]

✨️Get to know me!✨️

Tagged by @devoured-by-shadows thanks buddy!! 🤘🤘

Share your wallpaper:

It's Gaerea's singer creature on his knees because why not ❤️

Last song you listened to: Drag me Under - Sleep Token

Currently reading: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Last movie: I legit don't remember, I'm not a movie person at all.

Craving: sushi, specifically salmon sashimi. And a good submission play session / pain play / kneeling. As one does xD

Currently wearing: Cellar Darling black band t-shirt, black jeans, my work shoes because I'm at work.

How tall are you: a friend said to me a couple of days back I was "of the smol variety" which I thought was cheeky and fun XD I'm 5'3 3/4

Piercings: only the right ear. I had tons of piercings plans and I learned over that year of working on that year that my body does not like to heal piercings at all. It was enough of a disaster I never wanted to risk it again after three.

Tattoos: that my body heals beautifully, fortunately cause I'm addicted XD Right leg, calf and thigh, and a side of my back is done. I want to be covered.

Glasses/contact lenses: hell yeah to glasses, since I was a kid. I can't see past an arm's length without them. Contacts only for metal shows where I go in the pit cause I got glasses broken before. But I hate wearing them, I'm too oversensitive to tolerate them long.

Last drink: water. Besides that, a papaya-banana-chocolate smoothie.

Last show: currently showing Criminal Minds to my life partner, we're at the end of season 2.

Last thing you ate: mushroom and spinach pasta with lots of parmesan cheese.

Favorite color: black. For those that say it's not a color, then blood red / oxblood and purple as a whole.

Current obsession: Gaerea, Sleep Token, Ghost, aka the masked metal band of hotties trifecta.

Unrelated obsession: well everything's related but BDSM as a community and a lifestyle.

Pets: two cats! A 13 years old grumpy dictator of a fat brown tabby who I exist to serve XD And a 10 years old smol orange, which should tell you all you need to know about her crackhead personality XD

Do you have a crush on someone? Listen, I'm poly, I'm non-mono, my love freeflows out of me and into the world, I'm a flirty fuck who tries shit, and I have no intention to turn that affection faucet off. I have a ton of crushes active at all times and I'm open for those who vibe with my energy and meet me up to where I set my own bar. It's fun! ❤️

Favorite fictional character: impossible to choose one, there are so many! I guess my immediate thought was Hannibal from the tv series?

Last place I travelled to: I travel locally whenever I can, me and my life partner fancy ourselves a good road trip, so many small cities around the province and stuff like that. Internationally my last trip was the US in 2017 for a metal festival 🤘

Tagging yeah I'm tagging all of yall again XD @joeynihil @idkhowbut-art @mibo-nin @miasmaghoul @traayaa @belle--ofthebrawl @nocturnalghoul @askingforthesun no pressure and only if you haven't done it before and it sounds fun!

[grapecaseschoices]

Someone had asked me for one of my infamous MCs negative traits, so I decided to do pos/neut/neg traits for all five of them. According to me.  Going for at least two-four in each category.

Ori Zhou

Pos

Even-tempered

Cheery

Organized. 

Honest

Neut

Trusting

Creative

Childlike

Diligent

Neg

Low Self-Esteem

Self-Blaming

Reckless

Idealistic

Lala Sandoval

Pos

Accepting. 

Loyal. 

Perceptive. 

Neut

Unbothered. Unruffled. 

Teasing.

Independent 

Neg

Sarcastic. 

(Lowkey) Apathetic. 

Hiyam Vinke

Pos

Dogged 

Humorous 

Neut

Self-sufficient 

Hard-working

Deliberate (structured/pointed) 

Flirty. 

Neg

Unfriendly Hottie Aggressive

Unrepentant. 

Bethany Josnel Coleman

Pos

Helpful.

Supportive 

Neut

Shy

Responsible 

Studious

Neg

Cuts ties sharply

Reserved/Introverted

Alana Carita 

Pos

Loyal

Curious

The North Remembers 

Kind

Neut

Romantic

Level-headed

Dramatic 

Neg

Romantic

Rose-colored contacts (not even glasses, they’re on the eyeballs) 

Clingy

The North Sometimes Draws Patterns From Past Experiences

[flipchild]

Giggles, Secrets, Tears And Friends – Through The Years.

Be A Diamond Esteemed And Rare, Not A Stone Found Everywhere.

A Woman Is Like A Teabag, You Will Never Know Her Strength Until You Put Her In Hot Water.

Beautiful Girls Rise With The Sun Every Morning, To Create New And Beautiful Memories.

Sometimes You Gotta Be A Beauty And A Beast.

Don’t Ever Let Anyone Dull Your Sparkle.

I’ve Always Been A Very Outdoors Sort Of Girl. I’m More A Tomboy Than A Girly Girl.

I Am The Queen Of My Own Little World.

She Turned Can’t Into Cans And Dreams Into Plans.

Girls Are Like Abstract Painting. Even Though You Can’t Understand Them, They’re Still Beautiful.

A Flower Doesn’t Think Of Competing To The Flower Next To It. It Just Blooms.

My Personal Style Can Be Everything From Girly And Flirty To Edgy And Chic.

It’s Not My Accent, But My Brevity Makes Me Stylish.

She Dreamed Incredible Dreams, Followed Her Heart And Created Her Own Fantasy.

Live Just Don’t Exist.

She Leaves A Little Sparkle Wherever She Goes.

I Am The Mixture Of A Cutie With A Mission And Hottie With An Ambition.

She Turned Her Can’t Into Cans & Her Dreams Into Plans.

It’s That Heart Of Gold, & Stardust Soul That Make You Beautiful.

Silly Time With Besties.

She Has Fire In Her Soul And Grace In Her Heart.

Silence Speaks A Thousand Words.

Broken Crayons Still Color.

Silly Girls Are The Best.

Being Silly With The Girls.

Sparkle Every Single Day.

I Must Destroy You With Hugs And Kisses!

I’m The Girl You’ve Always Wanted.

I’m Wild And Free.

I Am Who I Am; Your Approval Isn’t Needed.

I’m Not One In A Million, I’m One In 7 Billion.

How A Woman Tells Society She Is Single.

Flashing Those Eyes Like Highway Signs.

Coffee In One Hand, Confidence In The Other.

She’s Different, And That’s Everything.

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❝ I know we're not really friends or anything, but if you don't mind answering, ❞ Xander took a bite of his sandwich as he cuts his words short, not really sure if he should really share this dilemma over with a girl he hardly knew or not. It was only by chance that he had run into here in the cafeteria after all and it would be rude to simply ignore her. Was it really appropriate to ask her randomly about unnatural hair colors and such? Probably not, but it wasn't like he was trying to form a good impression. Might as well ask anyway—especially since he did recall how this girl could barely look him in the eye the other day. Swallowing the bite he had taken, Xander posed the question that had been swirling in his head for the longest time, ❝ does my red hair really bother you that much? ❞ Or was it his eyes that made people shrink away? Or maybe the piercings? [@aeviterncl]

        UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    Honestly, it was a fortunate thing Vivian had set her cup of coffee down beforehand, because if she hadn't, she would have definitely sputtered out hot, amber liquid upon being addressed by 'Mr. Hottie' once more. Instead, however, she somehow manages to only jolt upwards when spoken to, before forcing a somewhat strained smile along her lips. "Y-Yes? How ever may I help you?" came her eventual query.

    Of course, the whole entire time, Vivian would refrain from mentioning how much she envied the sandwich for being able to experience his mouth on it, for the last thing she wanted was Mr. Hottie concluding she was a pervert. Still, seeing him eat was admittedly distracting, to the point where she had to force herself to actually listen to his next words... and when she did, Vivian's quick to blink. "Huh?" she soon murmurs out rather absentmindedly, allowing slight bewilderment to seep it's way through her voice.

Truth be told, Vivian had no idea what he was talking about at first, only to later realize like a light bulb going off in her head that he must be referring to the odd way she had behaved around him, causing her to sheepishly wince. Oh... yeah, considering she had avoided eye contact with Mr. Hottie the same way she would any other person, it would make sense he'd think the reason would be due to his hair.

    "...No, no, you got it all wrong!" Sure enough, Vivian brings herself to hastily shake her head. "I-In fact, red hair suits you quite well! It's just that... uh, every time I have to interact with non-2D... another sentient human being, I find eye contact super duper hard for some reason. So yeah, don't take my weirdness too personally..." Granted, that was only part of the reason she couldn't bring herself to regard him properly, but telling Mr. Hottie she found him attractive would probably make things doubly awkward between them, hence why she decides not to.

    Furthermore, explaining she's autistic would potentially be a hassle, so she simply leaves it at that for the time being... then again, maybe Mr. Hottie did know about autism all along and her not outright saying it would make him even more confused. Either way, Vivian had no way of knowing for sure; therefore, she would distract herself by sipping on her coffee again.

@aeviterncl

[needmorelesbianlove]

Ryan and Becca

Work was exhausting today and I already know as soon as i get home Savannah, my room mate is going to make me change into something slutty and drag me out to our local lesbian bar. We are regulars there, so we see the same people. every. single. time. and im just not in the mood to get hit on by the same women over and over. As i walk on the front porch I hear No Hands by Waka Flocka blaring throughout our house. Another sign that told me she was ready to go out and act a fool

"RYAN! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!! WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO GET HOME!" Savannah yells as she is passing me an old fashioned, already made and ready for me. She knows my love language.

"Ugh Sav, I had a dumb day at work and really just want to stay in." Which really means, I want to lay in bed, cuddled up with a book, and smoke a fat one. "Well we have company. So get upstairs, change into a cute fit and then you will be fine and want to go." "You're so annoying" I say as I roll my eyes and head up the stairs

The house is loud with music and chatter but I couldn't make out who they actually were. Savannah loves having people over, so honestly who knows. I close my door behind me, throw my bag down and start pulling things from my drawers. If I had it my way, I would wear sweats tonight. But Sav was too dressed up for that. Her cleavage was showing heavy with a black low vneck body suit on and her dirty blonde hair will loose curls. So I figured I should at least try to fit the vibe

I pull out some black jeans, put on a brown long sleeve body suit with the back cut out. Add some hoops, touch up my makeup and add red lip stick and head downstairs. Everyone was on the patio at this point. I can hear Sav and some others sing along to the rap playlist from 2016. I immediately see our old room mate, June. She moved out around 4 months ago and she now lives a couple hours away. "JUNE!! I didn't know you were coming in town!" I yell as i run up and hug her. "It was a last minute thing! But i brought some new friends with me and thought we could have a night out like old times!" Sav turns around and gives me another old fashioned. Shes planning something tonight.. two drinks? Usually im the one mixing everything up for us to pregame. "See, June came in town to see us and have fun with her friends! We wouldn't want her to leave without a good night out story" Sav says with the biggest puppy dog eyes. "Yeah yeah, but can we try and go to a new spot maybe? And not the same bar as always?" "Of course! But we have to show her friends our spot too." Sav moves out of the way and thats when i see her. A woman sitting in my favorite patio rocker, with black curly hair and green eyes. She's laughing and chatting with someone else I dont know, guessing one of Ju's friends. But my god, this girl is fucking HOT. She turns and we make eye contact as June goes to introduce me to everyone else. Two of our neighbors are here and June brought 3 friends into town with her. our house only has two bedrooms.. so im not sure where everyone is sleeping tonight. but hopefully if i play my cards right, the curly head will be with me.

"Ryan i need you to meet my new friends! this is Alice, Nikki and Becca!" Becca... oh Becca. the hottie with the hair. "Hey guys! its great to meet you all" I say, I can feel myself blushing. "Hey Ryan, im Becca and i have been told this is your favorite patio seat. let me get up so you can have it now!" "Oh thats okay!" I go to say as she gets up. Shes wearing black jeans, an over size cream colored shit, nikes and a gold chain. I am a sucker for a chain. She's standing next to me, and I look down at my drink thats almost empty. That went down quick. "Actually im going to go make another drink first! But please take the seat, I need someone else to agree with me that its the best seat in the house." she let out a laugh that sounded angelic. "I need a drink too, so ill join you." she said. We go in the kitchen, we are alone but the music is loud. I turn around to say something to her and catch her checking out my ass. My eyes go wide and i tilt my head to the side while I look at her. "Wow, I am so sorry." Now, she's blushing and awkwardly laughing. I walk over to the other side of the bar, and she follows. Leaning up against the bar right next to me with her arms folded across her chest. I look at her up and down and return my eye gaze to hers...

[lykendoll]

Happy Halloween!

October had always been your favorite time of year, after all it was what you considered the best holiday of all, Halloween! Seeing the ingenious terrifying, cute, and some certainly suggestive costumes caused a pleasant flutter in your stomach, it was a party where everyone could let their creativity fly and you loved that.

Unfortunately on this occasion you were not going to be able to show off like every year with your ingenious costumes and incredible makeup, you had had an extremely busy week at the University and that undoubtedly consumed all your energy, even so it was obvious that you would not reject the invitation of your friend to her Halloween party; the best party in the entire city in fact, people from all over gathered at the incredible mansion to dance, drink, enjoy, take photos and the typical party stuff, plus there was always one or another handsome guy around willing to give you a little fun and well being dressed up everything was much hotter so you wouldn't miss that great opportunity.

You quickly searched your closet for a rather skimpy black dress, white nylon stockings, some fairly high heels and with other things you improvised a nun costume, a rather slutty nun to tell the truth; You ironed your hair, and with your makeup you did something simple, black lips, white contact lenses, a little fake blood and very very long eyelashes, it was not your best costume but you were confident that you would steal the attention of more than one.

A little late you took an Uber and headed to the mansion. Upon arriving and getting out of the car your eyes instantly shone, your heart began to beat faster, the place was incredibly decorated, there were people from one side to the other smoking, drinking, laughing and their costumes were certainly incredible, from werewolves to Greek gods Fairies, police officers, nurses, a little bit of everything, with your head held high and your platform heels quite impressive, you entered the mansion.

The loud music filled your ears, the brightly colored lights clouded your vision and when you were able to recover you were lost in how incredible everything looked, and you immediately realized the multiple gazes that were fixed on your body, making you raise your head. proud.

Snapping you out of your cloud of ego you felt a hand on your shoulder, you immediately turned around and were met with your friend's typical malicious smile.

"Are you matching Jing's new friend?" she laughed as she raised an eyebrow.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the aforementioned, but it was more out of curiosity, Jing Yuan's new friend? He always used to attend with the same old ones.

“What do you mean?”, you giggled curiously, your friend grabbed your hands excitedly.

"OH GOD! It's a good thing you haven't seen him yet! He's such a hottie, totally your type."

Your chest blossomed, your mind soon flew to all kinds of scenarios, imagining what the still unknown man looked like.

You didn't pay attention to any of the other words that came out of your friend's mouth until you heard that she was going to go find her. Startled, you took out a small mirror from your handbag and looked in it to see if you needed to touch up anything on your face. makeup, you put on a little more lip when you felt the hard contact of your body with someone else's, making your mirror fall to the floor, irritated you turned around.

"Don't you see where you're walking, you damn idiot?"

You were paralyzed by the presence of the man in front of you, tall, with pale skin, what you deduced were red contact lenses, long bluish hair contrasting with the black priest's suit, his pectorals and biceps were visible in the thin cloth and the glow of the crucifix hanging on his neck was hypnotizing you.

The man politely knelt down and took the mirror in one of his hands, making the object look extremely tiny in it.

"I'm sorry, didn't I hurt you?" he asked, returning the mirror to you, his voice husky and seductive, making your legs tremble.

When he spoke you noticed prominent fangs that simply fueled your attraction to him, a vampire priest, creative and too hot to be true.

"N-no, I'm fine, just be more careful, you know, you could knock over someone's drink and get in trouble," you tried to divert his attention from your clear nervousness and the blush on your cheeks, you were never one to shy away. They were that nervous in front of someone but this man had something special, an aura of mysticism and dominance that made you want to kneel before him.

“You're right, I should pay more attention to the pretty girls I come across,” he smiled seductively, looking you up and down surreptitiously.

"Looks like I've found my costume partner," he added.

You felt a knot forming in your belly, your entire body feeling hotter at his compliments and penetrating gaze.

"A nice coincidence, although you've probably already said this to an entire convent," he chuckled at your comment, baring his fangs in the process.

"I am the newly arrived priest, how could I meet more nuns, Sister...? He made a curious face while waiting for your response, pleased that he followed your little joke. You extended your hand to him in a formal gesture, tilting your face , imitating the typical religious venia.

"Ro," he accepted the amused gesture by bowing as well.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Blade, I hope you guide me on this new path," when you felt his hand on yours you looked down, he was huge and his veins stood out noticeably, they were firm and somewhat calloused making the knot in your belly tighten. even more and went down towards your crotch, although at the same time a puncture in your heart made you want to retreat, something in him made you want more but at the same time fear.

Neither of them let go of the other's hand until the sound of the music rising startled them. Embarrassed, you tried to separate your hand but a strong squeeze made you let out a small moan. Curious and somewhat strange, you looked at Blade but he continued smiling with his beautiful eyes. fangs.

"Shall we dance, Ro?" The butterflies in your stomach turned into flaming dragons that made you feel as if you were going to explode, somewhat shyly you simply nodded and followed him to the center of the floor to dance.

The whole place was full so their bodies were relatively close, with a movement Blade placed one of his hands on your waist pulling you towards him, his perfume flooded your senses and his touch almost melted you, you released his hand and placed it on his chest while he placed his other free hand from your waist on your shoulder.

Leaning towards your ear he whispered:

"Better to be close so as not to collide with the others, I don't want to break his mirrors," his warm breath sent shivers down your spine, you unconsciously let out a sigh that you immediately tried to hide with a laugh.

"Su-sure," was the only thing you managed to say because the second Blade was rocking you from side to side to the rhythm of the music while his hands pressed you lightly against his body.

You lost yourself in his touch, his hand on your waist slowly made its way to your hips, squeezing your soft flesh over the tiny dress, the hand on your shoulder traveling from time to time near your neck and then towards your face. to clear the hair that crossed, you didn't understand how on the one hand his touch could be so gentle and on the other it made you tremble and warm the blood in your veins. After a couple of songs, exhausted, they headed to the bar. You rested your face between your arms, sinking onto the bar table, trying to process and calm your emotions. After a few minutes, you felt Blade sit next to you and a cold glass rubbed against one of your arms, you raised your head and saw him offering you an ice cold drink.

“You look exhausted, it's on me, drink,” he handed you the drink as he dipped into his own.

Gratefully you took it, the bitter taste at first made you twist your lips but you got used to it, as you finished the drink you swore in your mind that you felt Blade's gaze glued to you, but you didn't give it any importance, maybe he was interested in you, or that's what that your innocent mind told you.

Everything around you was spinning, you felt like your body was on fire and that you were going to vomit at any moment, you turned around and noticed the familiar place you were in, it looked like your friend's room, her soft bed, her entire closet, shelves. , but it was not the most curious thing, the curious thing was that when you tried to get up, a sharp pain went through your wrists and feet, you looked up and noticed that you were tied, your heart accelerated, you did not remember how you had gotten into this situation, you were tied and Locked in your friend's room while you listened to the noise of the music continue on the first floor of the place, something was very wrong.

A familiar voice echoed in your ears, Blade, smiling, approached you on the bed and sat on the side, sliding his hand towards your now terrified and confused face. The aura he emanated was different, more gloomy and sinister, his crimson eyes shone in the dim darkness of the room, his hands were cold, you tried to speak but he silenced you by placing a finger on your lips and then removing a bandage from one of his pockets and place it as a gag, you tried to scream and kick but his grip became much stronger, almost suffocating you with the fabric.

"Shh you little slut, you seemed to really want this while we were dancing, why are you so scared now?", his voice sounded much deeper and possessive, then you noticed that his fangs seemed to be too perfect to be a simple toy, Blade noticed your look of horror.

"You seem to like my fangs a lot, let me show you how realistic they are," a sinister smile crossed his face and his fangs stuck out over his lips, moving closer he pinned you even more to the bed, his face stuck to your neck and he started to licking and grunting on top of him, he pressed his body against yours, he no longer had his complete priest's outfit, he was in the white collared shirt, black cloth pants and the gold crucifix hanging from his neck, ironic.

Tears began to flow from your eyes but that didn't make Blade stop, you felt the sheets tear due to his nails digging into it, he continued licking your neck, slowly moving down towards your chest, he seemed ecstatic, grunting and cursing about your skin, his breath getting hotter and his eyes burning blood-colored, irritated he moved away from your body and looked at you from above, he easily held you in his arms, pressing you against him, his nails dug into your arms and legs making you let out a small scream of pain.

The only thing you could do was try to beg and cry hoping that he would let you get out of there alive but a part of you told you that maybe it was too late and that you had sought your death alone, the feeling made you want to vomit, ignoring your clear pain and fear, Blade sat you on the dresser in the room, all the things fell when he supported you forcefully on the furniture, with agility he untied your feet, the marks of the bandages standing out in red on your skin, he opened your legs dominantly and he began to tear your white stockings with his fangs, you felt how his fangs grazed your skin, you wanted to close your legs and run away but your hands had you supported tightly against the dresser, so much so that it hurt.

When he finished ripping the stockings Blade removed his hands from your legs, you immediately closed them sobbing and shaking in horror, disgusted Blade grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

"Look at me, little one, be grateful because I will give you the last best moment of your life before you become my food, you were the only one who has achieved something like that," without further ado, he brought your face closer and planted a kiss above you. the improvised gag leaving the fabric moistened with his saliva and yours.

He fiercely spread your legs open again, adjusting them with his large hands against the dresser so you couldn't close them, leaning down he began to kiss the inside of your thighs, his long hair tickling your skin and his breath almost on top of yours. clothed pussy, little by little the kisses became messier and at one point he lightly bit the skin of your right thigh, small drops of blood flowed from your limb and you shook your body in pain, making sounds of pain, you tried to close your legs but Disgusted, Blade grabbed you harder, making your knees almost creak, leaving painful marks on them.

You began to cry even more from pain and fear, Blade hungrily licked the drops of blood that emerged from your thigh, he began to breathe more heavily, releasing one of your knees, he lifted your dress and forcefully tore the part of the stockings still intact and your underwear.

"Lingerie? Hahaha, did you come prepared to fuck, little slut?" Tears did not stop flowing from your eyes, your throat hurt, as did your thighs, you felt exposed and totally vulnerable, with his free hand Blade began to rubbing your slit up and down causing shivers to run through your body, you hated that he was reacting to his touch.

His sharp nails also grazed the sensitive skin, he began to rub harder your pussy which became slightly wet, without warning he inserted one of his fingers into your pussy, your back arched and your body trembled at the invasive action.

Then he introduced one more, they were big and his sharp nails increased the pain, you felt full with just two of his fingers, he mercilessly began to fuck you with them, touching your most sensitive points, he went in and out completely while an amused smile formed. on his face showing his fangs, ecstatic. He leaned down as he continued to fuck you mercilessly, bringing his face closer to your sensitive pussy as his tongue began to play with your clit, wrapping and licking the small bud, grunts leaving his lips, his tongue moving skillfully as he curled his fingers inside of you. pussy trying to completely hit your womb, you felt your orgasm approaching, the sensation overwhelmed you, it felt unpleasant, you were being raped by a fucking vampire but you were still going to cum from being fucked by his fingers?; You tried to suppress your moans but it was almost impossible, his fingers kept moving inside your swollen pussy while he continued attacking your clit with his tongue. Not being able to take it anymore, you began to moan under the bandage that served as a gag, your legs trembled and you began to cum hard. Blade smiled and began to insert his long fingers even harder and lick your clitoris more sharply, his Your face became completely wet with your fluids until you exploded in ecstasy, your pussy writhing in spasms as you cried and breathed heavily, a mixture of strange pleasure, pain and fear, a part of you wanted to be killed once and for all so that he would stop play with your body.

As you lowered your gaze you noticed the large erection inside Blade's pants, he looked eager and that only made your skin crawl more.

"I never imagined that a disgusting being like you could do something like that to me," Blade said as he cleaned his face, then untied the bandages from your hands and placed you on your back on the dresser, your face a mess against the mirror and the rest of your body resting on the cold surface full of your fluids, without any delicacy Blade tore off your dress and dug his nails into your round buttocks, leaving a red and throbbing line on your skin, no longer able to cry you simply closed your eyes and You clenched your fists to endure the pain.

You heard how the zipper of his pants was lowered and the next thing you felt was the large tip of his cock against your reddish and swollen pussy. He began to play with it over your pussy, rubbing the entire length of it while at the same time playing with your buttocks. , then you felt how his breath began to slide down your back until it reached your neck, you closed your eyes more tightly in terror when you simply felt how his sharp fangs dug into the hollow of your neck and shoulder, at the same time he introduced his cock Suddenly, the searing pain of the two actions made you sob again and kick, blood pouring from your body as he absorbed it completely, grunting in ecstasy, his hips began to slam against your ass, the sound of his cock hitting your tight pussy was totally lewd.

"You're delicious fucking whore," he growled as he wiped his lips and fangs and continued pounding your pussy aggressively, blood wouldn't stop pouring out and you began to moan from pure pain.

Totally amused, he began to play with your anus, rubbing the small hole until he inserted his thumb inside, the sensation hit you and you moaned, his thumb and his cock were inside you, hitting and breaking you into pieces, the smell of your blood began to fill your nose. When again he leaned towards your neck and this time he bit there, harder, the blood began to spurt out, you let out a gasp, the strokes of his hips and his finger abusing your anus became more aggressive.

Blood was gushing out and you began to feel weak, your pussy began to clench against his cock and spasms overtook you, he was drinking all your blood thirstily as his cock hit your womb with each thrust.

Grunting was the only thing he emitted, letting the blood continue to flow he concentrated again on fucking you.

“Oh yeah, your pussy is so damn tight,” with his free hand he took the blood coming from your neck and started playing with it on your buttocks, leaving stains everywhere.

His thrusts became more erratic so he took his thumb out of your sore anus, buried his face in the crook of your back and forcefully pressed himself inside you releasing loads of semen, you felt how his fluids began to fall from your pussy, your body was fading, he returned to your neck and bit again but this time starting to tear your skin little by little, you started to choke so he removed the bandage from your mouth, you tried to scream but the pain from the wounds on your neck It was unbearable, he began to suck all your blood, your body was no longer responding, the blood just came out in piles, your pussy was dripping with his semen and your outgoing blood spread all over the dresser, the last thing you felt was a soft kiss on your crown of your head before feeling a stabbing pain shoot through your back.