#near dark severen

[slushi-chan]

Reblog to have Severen chill on your blog

[dongslobber]

hope this helps

[kseniayahz]

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[msookyspooky]

🥀 Severen's Valentine 🫀

Fluff ♡ Old Couple Kinda Flirting ♡ GN!Reader x Severen Van Sickle ♡ Not Proofread ♡ 1k Words:

"Ta-Da." He grinned and held out the red roses to you as your eyes lit up. The fragrant petals wafting towards you like a heedy perfume as you gently took them from your lover. He smirked that signature cocky grin of his and added, "Did ya really think I'd forget my baby on such a mushy disgustin' ass day?"

Your heart melted as you took them gingerly from him like they were the most precious thing. It wasn't every day Severen showed this more romantic side. He was all about action and lewd banter rather than traditional romance.

"Oh Sevy, you shouldn't hav- Ouch." You hissed slightly as a thorn got you.

"Sorry 'bout that darlin'. Those roses are as prickly as me." He sheepishly joked while running a hand behind his head to rub his neck.

"As pretty too."

He chuckled at that, "To think I almost got ya some guys bloody heart and put it in a box."

You shook your hand a bit to rid the slight sting and cringed, "Mmm...I'll take the flowers."

"Damn right." He drew out nodding his head in approval before gesturing his hand outstretched towards you, "C'mere." He took the hand that had been pricked by the roses thorn. He held it up in the dim light and saw the pindrop of crimson on your finger. Almost reverent as he eyed it before bringing it to his lips.

Closing his eyes to kiss the tiny injury with a deep inhale and a low, short moan while planting a firm wet kiss. You eyed him while butterflies pooled in your belly and your chest heated as his tongue darted out. One of the few parts still warm on him in contrast to the rest of him from the chill air and supernatural flesh. He lolled his tongue almost seductively over the mark. Savoring the metalic taste that was his whole existence and yet yours was both the Devil's fruit; fighting to not give into the temptation to just chomp down and drink gluttonously and also a gift that was special just from you that he cherished dearly.

Sucking the skin like it was the sweetest taste on his tongue and you could do nothing in his iron grip so powerful it could break your hand yet so gentle it was like he was holding a delicate flower.

"Baby..." He groaned low as he finally released, his lips making a sloppy plop as he stopped sucking all the blood flow from your index finger. Blue eyes fluttering open to gaze at you. Head bent and lust and love and mischief in his stare. "Swear ya do this shit to me on purpose."

You tried to regain some dignity and huffed, "More like you did that on purpose." Wiggling your finger for emphasis.

"Maybe." He smirked as he gave your digit one last kiss then stood up fully with a grin. "Don't act all huffy like ya don't get a lil hot a bothered by ol' Severen kissin it better, now." He teased while tilting your chin up. "Got you all weak in the knees. Don't deny it, suga."

You didn't have a retort for that. He made you feel things no human man ever could and he knew it. Acting like some cocky dog with his tail up and chest out preening from knowing he could get away with a lot of shit. And sadly, you'd probably let him if he kept making you so damn flustered.

However, your eyes lingered on how cut up his hands were. The calloused masculine skin scrapped and still had some dried blood on them. "Hey..." You gently reached out to cup his hands. Your warmth evading his chilled flesh and making him sigh contently. "What happened? Looks like these flowers gave you Hell." You mumbled as you sat the flowers down on a table nearby.

"Oh quit." He chided with a wry smirk, "That's fuckin' insultin' babying a no good bastard like me over a few cuts. Ya just saw me hurled through a wall last week."

"Yeah and I didn't like it." You grumbled in reply.

He sighed in mock exasperation at you, "Go on and git those damn flowers in water before they wither. Don't let my battle scars be in vain." He sarcastically joked but you just eased him to sit nearby in a motel chair.

"I will just let me clean your hands up a bit." Slipping a few of his rings off and pocketing them to clean a bit in the bathroom.

He didn't even argue with you even if he groaned and rolled his neck like this was an awful chore to appease you while you went to the small bathroom. Just flopped down in that chair, his spurs jangling and jacket rustling as he shifted. Ruefully smirking at your insistence on mother henning him even when his cuts were almost completely healed. Skin knitting together as fast as days of healing for a regular human.

You reckoned he secretly adored you fretting over him. In fact, you knew he'd milk out his injuries just so you'd kiss him and sympathize and the relic of a vampire just sat that eating the babying right up even if he'd never admit it and he most definitely got into it with the others when they caught on and started poking fun at his expense.

You took a warm wet cloth of soap and water soothingly over the cuts. He hissed slightly and you smirked, "You ate a bullet in the stomach and laughed bout it last month."

"Tsk, shit. Ya caught me." He gave that devilishly charming lopsided grin at you. "Is it a crime to want some extra lovin'? A lil pampering? A bit of frettin' from my sweetheart?"

You couldn't hide the smile or warm chuckle in your throat if you wanted to. After getting the dried blood and dirt off his hands, you finally asked. "So where did the roses with thorns and dirt come from?"

He scoffed lightly but relented pretty easily, "...Found em." He sniffed in gruff indifference.

"Where?"

"Some old bitty's yard."

You gasped in faux outrage, "Severen-"

"Oh don't 'Oh Severen!' me." He mocked your voice, "She ain't gonna miss em! She probably don't even know she had em. She looked old as dust."

"YOU are old as dust."

"Watch it." He growled with no heat under it and pulled you close to be in his lap. His inhuman strength and enduring muscles under his skin made him able to carry just about anything or anyone. "Ya want me to put em back or somethin'?"

"Pft no." You snorted at the idea of even attempting it and trying to make it look normal.

"Then stop bustin' my balls then." He playfully huffed as he held you close with a mock glare that always made you simultaneously roll your eyes yet want to kiss him hard.

"Alright, alright!" You tsked but a warm smile crept up your lips. "Thank you."

His gaze softened to reveal how he really felt. A tiny gesture reserved only for you in the protective embrace and solitude together. "Anything for you, baby." However, a more devious smirk etched on his face as he gave a low whisper, "Although..."

You cut him off with a chaste kiss and smiled against his lips. "Already planning to. Think I'm leaving you in a cold motel bed on Valentines day?"

"Better not." He teased and kissed you back.

You pulled away with a grunt, "Oh the flowers-" All before gasping as he scooped you up effortlessly no matter your size with strength that could bend a metal pole in half.

"Fuck them flowers. I got my own flower to tend to right here. Right now." He gave in that silky voice that made most people swoon as he tossed you gently on the bed and crawled over top of you. "Gonna be a long sweet night jus' you an' me, darlin'."

[tragantia]

I have a History related MA degree and I'm gonna be that annoying person in the fandom - so if Severen was turned in Tombstone founded in 1879... But the Great Chicago Fire happened in 1871... When and where was Severen turned???? The math is not mathing.

And yes - this is why my friends can't watch movies with me 😅

I'm sure it's simply that the actors hadn't thought about exact details etc 👀 but can leave room for speculation

[3d-wifey]

Thinkin bout Severen from Near Dark, thinkin bout him a lot...

cowboy vampire of my dreams, he means a great deal to me

[alethianightsong]

How Near Dark should've ended

Caleb is sitting on the cure for vampirism and doesn't bring it up during the climax. How hard would it have been to be like "Hey, Homer, I got the cure for your vampirism. Wanna stop this Peter Pan shit? Just let my little sister go." Homer: "Wait, Jesse, call a truce!" Then the last 15 minutes is Homer getting his blood transfusion while Jesse, Diamondback, and Severen ride off into the sunset cuz they're perfectly content being bloodsuckers. Maybe Mae breaks Caleb's heart cuz she actually likes being immortal despite the distaste of killing. Speaking of her, I got the feeling that she only had a mild crush on Caleb that would've disappeared after a week. Poor Caleb just wanted to laid and got kidnapped by vampiric outlaws instead.

[lustagel]

think about making out with severen after he’s eaten someone. especially with the setting of the bar scene, he’s just torn into someone’s neck and the first thing he thinks about is walking towards you to give the rest of his soon-to-be victims a show. his mouth dripping with blood, both your tongues in one other’s mouth, tasting nothing but iron and each other. his hand cupped firmly on your cheek to make sure you can’t pull away from his hunger kisses. everyone watching as he does so, jesse’s eyes rolling into the back of his head at the two of you.

[ash-eats-film]

Would anyone be interested in a one shot fanfic crossover of Near Dark and Wolf with the characters Severen/Stewart?? Idc if you are I’m writing it anyways

[ash-eats-film]

Okay but please can we talk about this for a minute. Was anyone else reminded of Severen from Near Dark when they watched this??? Idk I personally couldn’t take my eyes off the screen thinking about it, especially the cocky and powerful way he acts after he’s turned. Istg either he was influenced by Bill Paxton’s performance and chose to play it off that way OR it was a deliberate reference and I need to know.

Anyways I unironically love this movie

Dan Stevens as Frank ABIGAIL (2024) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett

[slushi-chan]

I love thinking about Severen sneaking into late night showings of movies but until now I never thought about him sneaking into late night horror movie showings

He’d be a menace it would be tense and he’d be having the time of his life scaring the shit out of the people in the seats in front of him, kicking the seat, yelling, or leaning right up to their ear and whispering in their ear, like if he didn’t get kicked out it would be a miracle. Love my chaos man.

[kseniayahz]

my rat man!!

[msookyspooky]

Omg omg omg SPOOK!! I just saw Nosferatu and I am obsessed!! I hope you're doing well because I know you'd love it and if you're up for it. What do you think if Near Dark was even gritter and more gothic with Severen like Count Orlock

Severen or Homer prob:"Wdym? We have Nosferatu at home." *Points at Jesse.*

I have not seen it yet! (But I have seen most of it online lol) And I love any vampire media not afraid to make them unsettling and ngl Count Orlock having maggots on him??? *Gagging* I love it. It's so deliciously dark and toxic and conflicting like a true gothic horror romance should be.

I ADORE this idea you have no idea and I wish at least once in his career Bill could've did what...Bill (lol) did with Count Orlock. It's such a pity such a creative and adventurous actor like Bill Paxton didn't get to put on heavy prosthetics and be like Gary Oldman's Dracula or Count Orlock where it makes him almost indistinguishable. I feel like even if Bill's good at playing rednecks, assholes, hero types or domestic men he missed his calling in more fantasy or gothic films (We don't count him crawling in the puppet suit in Weird Science lmfao) Especially since we wouldn't have Near Dark if it wasn't for him seeing how gothic it was and dragging everyone on board. Though I sorta feel like with how expressive and high energy he is; they would've type casted him as Jonathan Harker or Arthur in Dracula or Thomas for Nosferatu.

Contains: Hinted grooming depending on what a 'child' was (could be 16 could be 21 back then) and the way they viewed innocence till marriage; I don't condone it in modern times just going based off the movies layered gothic take on what Count Orlock is and history. DLDR • Dark Themes • Blood • Decay • Dubcon • Manipulation • Hinted Mindcontrol / Hypnosis • Different Time Period / Severen during the Wild West Era with a bit more modernish speech than Nosferatu • Fem!Reader x Monster!Severen Van Sickle from Near Dark

Severen / Nosferatu Au

🥀 You're on the prairie ready to be married and have babies like any Christian Woman even if a decent proposal came rather late for you. Still a girlish cherub face not a line or gray hair in sight yet with a womanly body that had bloomed fast and powerful the last few years nearly a decade in time since the first incident. One day, you were a teen still playing in field's and the next, a woman in her late 20's to be wed to a strapping young man albeit wet behind the ears not from around your part of the woods ready to homestead and settle down with a pretty wife.

🩸 You told no one of the sensual energy you felt from an invisible visitor in your nightly escapades out of pure shame. Blaming dancing in the dark field with shadows as sleep walking and the convulsions of horror and orgasmic lust as illness and that you were just a creative shameful girl with a wicked mind to conjure up something so grotesque that your family covered up but people in such a close knit community miles around talked

🪰 You had heard the rumors from the Romani traveling through of a creature at night as they did their odd superstitious methods to keep it at bay. A deadman hung and left to rot as an outlaw decades prior that they swore had crawled out of his musty grave and was the source of the cattle mutilations and the missing children in the local area

🪦 But you couldn't ignore the call to you late one evening while you're new husband was away helping ranchers overnight when a jangling of a spur sounded. A sound that beckoned you to the window and like a trance you opened it as a shadowy figure that defied logic; entered

You stared, taking shallow breaths at the creature before you. The one from both your nightmares and erotic dreams. He had an accent similar to the area and times yet older with a tinge of something you couldn't place.

"Enchantress..." He purred in a guttural voice no doubt from how rotten he was. His body decaying and his once mischievous blue eyes now sunken in and dull. Hollowed cheeks and gapped jagged teeth with grime on them. Clothes dusty and old and weathered as his leathery skin. "Thou summoned me. You made me come here." He purred almost mockingly as if hindering upon old folktales of ancient night creatures and modern forboding outlaws.

You swallowed, shaking your head in only a thin white seeth of a nightgown, "I did not." You clutched your arms to your chest to not have him see your breast through the thin fabric meant only for your husband.

"You did." His breathing was labored from the rot shriveling his lungs as his clawed hands outstretched to you. Seeking you out. "Just as you did when you were a buddin' flower in full bloom aching to be picked."

"I was a child!" You admonished even as butterflies fluttered from the memories you thought were in your head.

"And yet-" He circled you. Bodies creaking noises only covered by the jangle of his spurs on his studded boots. "You called upon me like a siren in the night. Bewitching me while frolicking bare in the field-"

"Lies." You murmured shaking your head as he continued.

"Calling out...'Come to me. Dance with me. Love me...Touch me as a man would a woman'.... Ya didn't know why you felt how you did and why your body shook a burning ache between your thighs you couldn't mistake and I made it feel better-"

"Lies!" You hissed even if you felt your cheeks heat in shame and embarrassment at the fact it was true.

He chuckled a low rumble that echoed in his hollowed chest. "Yet..." He breathed out as he drew closer to you. Gazing down at you in lust in reverance in yearning. "You bewitched me. Called me out from the grave and I had no choice but to crawl to you on my belly like a lowly beast. You are my addiction. "

You glared even as your lower stomach, right over your womb, flipped and heated pleasantly from the Monster before you. "I care nothing of your addictions!" You spat.

"And yet, we're bound and ya know it... In spirit, you consumed me. Had me clawing at my coffin everynight eager to just smell that heady musk of that forbidden fruit...Almost as tempting as the sweet blood in your veins." He mumbled as his clawed hand yearned to touch you. You closed your eyes feeling a shadow of his touch that quickened your heart. "And in turn, I gave you what you needed and craved instead of what I craved. To be loved-"

"You cannot love. You're a monster." You shuddered as you forced out the words with trepidation.

"...I...Cannot love." He agreed with longing in his gaze. "I'm an itch that you need to scratch. That's all... Can't stand nights without you...I crave you as you do me." He hesitated. His leathery palm near your cheek. Feeling the heat from your skin as you ached to touch him.

He faltered before with the force of a starved man grabbed you in fierce kiss. One you both couldn't share before when he visited your dreams and helped you explore yourself. This kiss, had your core pooling with heat and yet your mind reeling at his chapped lips, bad breath, his musty dusted clothes and parts of his flesh decaying and yet you kissed back in a way you admittedly never kissed your husband.

He pulled back breathing heavily , "...Mine." He whispered in possessive rumble.

And then, you had the bit of pride to tell him, "...I hate you."

You swore to God you saw hurt. Genuine human hurt flashed in his blue eyes before he hissed like a cat and threw you back onto your bed. You almost struggled till he held you down by your wrist and growled. Showing his fangs and damn you to Hell that you jutted out your breast and cranned your neck for a millisecond in reply to his advances. You stopped yourself as you shook wanting this creature to fuck you into this bed then wanted to vomit and peel your skin off for him daring to touch you. You ached for him so badly your head spun yet your stomach churned in revolting sickness.

He sniffed your neck like an animal, labored breathing at the blood rushing under the surface he ached to taste for years now. Your skin was on fire despite his icy cool touch and you wanted to just shout 'Take me! Bite me, love me, hate me, use me for all eternity!' and yet you couldn't know if these were your thoughts or the monsters coercion.

"3 nights. You have 3 nights to choose or your loved ones die...Especially that damned boy you call a husband." He growled out and eased off you as you looked frightened at him killing him. "All you have to do is give in and I'll be your paramour for all eternity...I will be near, my lil witch." He gave in dare you say warning.

You watched him recede into the shadows. His eyes never leaving yours until he vanished into the night. Dogs tied up on homesteads furiously barking at nothing as locals got their guns thinking it was a raid or coyotes.

Meanwhile you almost cried at how violated you felt, how scared, how disgusted...How wet, how disgracefully tingly, how hot and bothered.

You swallowed remembering a dream you had while sleep walking in that field. Touching your soft bush under your gown and whimpering. Feeling foolish being close to a young adult as far as marriage went yet unable to truly know without a man's touch. Your female relatives saying it wasn't proper to be talking about such things and you'd figure it out like they had on how to service a husband followed by punishment of Bible verses.

'Why do I feel like this? Am I sick?' Your younger self had asked no one in particular yet someone indeed answered

'Nay Darlin'. You're horny. Feels good, doesn't it?' A wickedly sensual voice spoke as you cranned your head back at a shadowy hand roaming your body when nothing was visibly there. 'What a shame. A fruit so rip, spilling juices, ready to fall off the tree of naivete ages ago with no one to pluck it...Lick it's juices...Sink into it...It's a damn disgrace to let you rot in agony like this or to let some boy squish that fruit without truly savoring it...'

You panted at the words and feeling your nipples pebble at the ghostly touch of that shadow as it descended lower.

'Please, touch me like a woman..." You gasped out and trembled. 'Please I'm sick of innocence. Sick of purity. Sick of this ache that haunts me nightly!'

You threw your head back with a wanton cry as just that shadow grazing over your cunt had you seeing stars. Tingles of pleasure shot up you and burst through every part of your body in ways you had never felt.

'Then let me be thy hand to give you what you need.' The voice gave in a breathy horny sigh of his own. You couldn't tell but your hand started touch those slick folds as if a puppet on a string guided by that shadowy hand over yours. Whispering cooes of praise and arousal like an adoring lover that took you over the edge again and again.

It was exquisite. A phantoms touch that seared into your soul. That made you an addictive wench beckoning the shadow to play with you nightly in ways your husband to this day couldn't even please you

Till it wasn't. Till you saw the image of a creature with blood all over him and rotting flesh hissing at your fright from seeing him in your mind...You though it was in your mind? But it was so real his big hand around your throat to silence your screams and redoubling his efforts to bring you to both Heaven and Hell. Your family came outside seeing you convulsing and touching upon yourself in ways that disturbed them and you were in a dream or a nightmare.

How could you have predicted what you thought was shameful exploration and imagination was real? That you in your loneliness had casted some wayward cry of necromancy to raise the outlaw from the grave!? And now...

You wrestled with your morals, you love from your husband, and the affliction of this corpse. Wanting to slap yourself yet also thrust your fingers into your aching wet heat like you had many a nights since he crept into your life and spirit like a parasite in the body you couldn't get out. "God help me-" You shakily voiced clutching your crucifix on your dainty necklace while pushing up your nightgown.

[princess-0v-horror-n-monsters]

This but with the reader being the half demon, and Severen the addicted lil fuck toy. 😍 (I might just write about this on my writing profile.)

Random idea.

Vampire reader looking for a drink.

"Victim" turns out to be a half demon and his blood is like a drug.

Half demon uses this to keep unwilling reader under his control and feeds reader blood from his wrist while using reader as a cockwarmer.

Reader gets hopelessly addicted.

[talesfromthecrypts]

Bill Paxton and Adrian Pasadar in Near Dark (1987)

[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters seeing their s/o covered in blood

Happy Halloween everyone. I did a poll awhile ago on what I should post for Halloween and this won. So I'm here to deliver what y'all voted on. I included a lot of characters in this just for fun. Disclaimer I haven't written for some of these characters in awhile or that much at all, so sorry if some of these are ooc.

Includes: Amanda Young, Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, The Lost Boys, Candyman, Doomhead, Patrick Bateman, Severen Van Sickle, Pyramid Head, and The Sinclair brothers

Warnings: Mentions of real and fake blood, slightly suggestive content, gn reader, talk of drinking blood in The Lost Boys and Severen's section, violence, murder

Amanda Young

You weren't supposed to find out about what Amanda did. She wanted to keep you separate from the gore of her apprentice work. But accidents happen and somehow you get to where a trap had happened.

You were in the where-house when you slipped on a puddle of blood and got your entire front half covered in it. You screamed out and Amanda quickly came rushing in.

You standing there covered in blood made something tick inside of Amanda. Something she knows she shouldn't feel seeing you covered in blood.

But she pushes this aside and quickly assures you it's fake blood that happened to spill all over the ground. She can't stop herself from giving you a quick kiss before helping you leave.

She'll get you all cleaned up back at home but she won't be able to stop thinking about seeing you covered in blood.

Michael Myers

Michael was out while you were getting ready for a Halloween party. A part of your costume involved you getting drenched in fake blood. After pouring the fake blood all over yourself in your bathtub you let it dry and step out.

You're downstairs, gathering up your things for the party when you notice the feeling that you're being watched. You turn around and spot Michael watching you.

Michael knows what real blood looks like and considering you're pretty calm he knows this is for your costume. But something inside of him is yelling at him. Not in the usual 'kill someone' way, but in a 'get them and try not to hurt them' way.

You're going to be late to that Halloween party. Michael is going to stand there and make you spin around for him so he can watch you move while you're covered in blood. You know he's getting some kind of kick out of this, so who are you to stop his fun.

After this Michael will try to hint at you to get covered in blood more often. He'll even offer to get the blood this time, but it wouldn't be fake if he got it. He'll keep thinking about you covered in blood and won't be forgetting how it made him feel anytime soon.

Otis Driftwood

You walked in on him at a bad time. While you've grown to accept what your boyfriend does, you don't like partaking in his torture of other people. But when you walked into the wrong room at the wrong time you got sprayed all over with blood.

It coats your face, hair and chest. You thankfully didn't get any in your eyes or mouth. You do let out a scream of surprise but you're not too grossed out by the blood, living with the Firefly family for as long as you have will do that.

Otis takes a good long few moments to just stare at you. You're hot enough as it is, but seeing you all covered in blood like this? Otis is going to have to go take a long cold shower.

"Well isn't this my lucky day." He'll say before walking over to you, completely ignoring the victim now. He'll take all of you in and won't let you wash it off so quickly.

"I just wanna take a couple pictures of ya darlin'." He'll quickly get his camera out and have you pose for him while you're still covered in blood. This will come in handy when he's having art block or he just needs to have some 'personal time'.

The Lost boys

It's your first time feeding and it ended up getting really messy for you, considering you've never done it before. So you got just as much blood all over yourself as you did in your mouth.

Dwayne is the first to notice and he's smirking a little to himself as he watches your blood covered body move. He's committing this sight to memory and he'll probably find a way to get you covered in blood again.

David is the next to notice. He'll smile wider than Dwayne and make some comments about how messy eating can get at times. But he'll also talk about how hot you look covered in blood.

Marko doesn't even make a comment, he just straight up lunges and kisses you right then and there, fangs still out and everything. Seeing you all vamped out and covered in blood really got to him, making him loose all self composer that he has.

Paul also joins in on kissing you, but he'll opt for your neck since your mouth is taken. I can see him licking some blood off of you, but not too much because he loves the sight of you drenched in blood. But the boys will agree to try and get you that messy again the next time you feed.

Candyman

You didn't want to go with him. You summoned him and when he showed you how devoted he is to you, you didn't want to go. So he had no other option than to make you go by force.

You're entering your apartment after going to a Halloween party. Your costume was something you put together quickly and involved you pouring fake blood all over your front half. As you walk further into your apartment you get a strange feeling.

You try to ignore it as you walk to your bathroom to wash off the fake blood. Before you can do that you hear something moving in your medicine cabinet. You open it and after a few moments a hook jumps through it. You obviously scream and run out of your bathroom.

You're in your kitchen, picking up your phone when you see him again. He's looking at you with that same adoration in his eye from the first time you met him. He's looking you up and down. You're frozen again as he watches you.

"You're even more desirable covered in blood," He says in his sultry voice. You shed a couple tears as you try to move, but you're unable to. "I'll have to remember this the next time I see you my love. I'll never be able to forget this."

Doomhead

He knew you were going to a Halloween party, but what he didn't know was that you were going to be covered in blood when you came home. He knows real blood from fake blood and when he sees you he can't help but chuckle.

31 is coming up and he's always tried to keep you separate from it. Seeing you covered in blood is a bit of a double edged sword for him. On one hand he loves seeing you covered in blood, but he also can't stop thinking about 31, and what would happen if you got caught in it.

"Ok so I got a little too close to one of the decorations and I accidentally got covered in fake blood." You explain, taking off your shoes, "I should probably shower all of this off."

"Well I was hoping to get a better look at you like this." He says with a Cheshire grin. You roll your eyes but smile and walk over to him. He spins you around a bit, taking a good look at all of the blood on you.

He knows he'll have to tell you about 31 eventually, and that he'll always keep you away from it. But for right now he can enjoy watching his s/o look stunning while covered in blood.

Severen Van Sickle

It's been awhile since your last feed and when you finally got someone you could barely hold back from drinking as quickly as possible. Because you were so worried about eating as much as you could as quickly as possible you got yourself covered in blood.

After you pushed the body away Severen took notice of your blood soaked clothes. He couldn't stop himself from smiling and taking a good long look at you. He knows you'll be too full to do anything after feeding that much so he'll have to commit this sight to memory, just for some fun activities later.

You wipe your mouth and smear more blood over your face and Severen can barely contain himself at this point. He'll have to quickly ask you if you're up to help him, or if he should do it alone.

Either way he doesn't want you cleaning yourself up anytime soon. Even after his issue is taken care of he just wants to see you covered in blood. He loves how it looks in general but also aesthetically. If he has a camera on hand he's taking a picture of you.

He will try to recreate this later. Next time you're feeding he'll try to get blood all over you. I can see him filling up his mouth with blood and just spitting it on you because let's be honest, he's very dirty and probably has as many diseases as a stray cat.

Pyramid Head

You're walking around Silent Hill, trying to find some more food to stock up on when you come across one of Pyramid Head's recent kills. You don't notice and you slip on the puddle of blood.

You're used to the blood and gore of living with Pyramid Head in Silent Hill so slipping on blood and getting it all over your clothes is more of an inconvenience than scary. You groan and stand up, looking at blood slightly dripping off your clothes.

You turn around and find him standing near you. "I just slipped on some blood. It's not mine and I'm not hurt." You say. You can never really tell what he's feeling or his emotions but you can sense he's feeling a certain way about you being covered in blood.

You two just stand there while Pyramid Head is thinking about smearing more blood all over you. Seeing you covered in blood is doing something to him. So he walks over, get's blood on his hands and rubs it over your face and clothes.

He'll follow you around and just keep watching you while you're covered in blood. He'll be thinking about this for awhile, and he'll try to recreate it whenever there's free time or he just needs to see you covered in blood.

Bo Sinclair

You were busy going after a victim and it got a bit messy. You got yourself covered in blood. By the time you get the body back to the House of Wax the blood that's on your hair and face has dripped down to soak your clothes even more.

You hand it off to Vincent and when Bo sees you he pauses for a moment before he chuckles. "I like yer new look darlin'." He says teasingly. But he's using that teasing to mask how damn hot you are covered in blood.

You're able to pick up on this and you know a great way to get him back for making you chase down someone and kill them.

"Oh I know. I love this look too." You say teasingly back to him, moving your hands up and rubbing your hand over your face and neck, getting a good amount of blood on it. You walk over to Bo and smear the blood on his shirt before you step back.

"Too bad I'm about to wash it off." You say before you dodge Bo trying to grab you, "If you catch me before we get to the house I'll let you wash it off." You say before running out of the house, Bo follows behind quickly.

Lester Sinclair

You're helping Lester out by picking up a deer from the road. You're in the middle of lifting it into the truck when something happens and you get covered in deer blood.

Lester quickly rushes over to you and lifts the deer into the back of the truck. He's looking you over and making sure that you're ok. You'll have to assure him at least ten times that you're perfectly ok and that the deer just got blood all over you.

Now knowing that you're ok he does kind of realize that, you look good covered in blood. Lester loves when you get a bit dirty in general, but blood has him feeling a bit more excited than normal.

He'll zone out a bit for awhile until you bring him back and he acts like everything is good and he's totally not obsessing over the look of you covered in blood.

He'll keep this to himself until it starts to boil over and he admits to you that he hasn't stopped thinking about you being covered in blood. If you suggest the idea of getting covered in blood again he'll be all over that idea.

Vincent Sinclair

When you offered to model for Vincent's study you didn't expect to get covered in fake blood. But Vincent wanted you covered in blood and you didn't really mind so that's what the two of you do.

You stay still the entire time but you notice Vincent staring more than he is drawing. But once he notices you noticing him he gets back to drawing you.

He takes his damn well time to draw you and at one point he stands up and walks over to you. He starts to pose you in a different way and it's totally not an excuse to touch you and see you covered in blood up close.

He'll put you in so many different positions and will keep pouring blood on you. He's honestly memorized by you standing there covered in blood. At one point he'll bust out the camera and ask if he can film.

He sees you being covered in blood in a more romantic, artistic way that makes his heart beat faster. He'll have to get you covered in blood more often so he can draw, paint, photograph, etc you.