#vampire ghost

[lovemebutleavemewild]

You'd always known you'd come to him.

The man who'd lured you here may have thought himself responsible but you knew better.

When that voice, that voice, had called for your captor, he'd left you at once to run up the stairs towards it and you'd been alone in a hallway with a door at your back and enough adrenaline in your heart to take you far away if that was what you wanted.

Only it's not what you want, though a second ago, it had been. Because you know that voice and you also feel a stirring need pulling you towards it.

That voice has whispered to you in your dreams.

Though your captor must have long reached the top of the stairs, the voice calls again. For you.

And you go to him, as you'd always known you would.

The door at the top of the stairs is made from cheap wood that swings inwards silently at your touch.

Your captor is crouched on his knees but you barely look at him and he doesn't look at you at all. His head is tilted back, held in place by the gloved hand in the longest part of his hair.

You know you're to look where he's looking, know what's expected of you and want to meet those expectations, but all the same, it takes a long time to lift your eyes. He waits in silence, knowing you'll acquiesce eventually. Finally, you do.

His eyes are the only part of him you can see. You tell yourself the rest of his face is covered by a mask, but in the dim light of the room, you could almost believe the bottom half of his face has been stripped of flesh, that the darkness around his eyes and nose is actually the soft insides of a face rotted black.

He looms, nearly as tall as the ceiling and dressed almost entirely in black, apart from the glimpses of white that are his knuckles. His fingers move absent mindedly through the mohawk of the man knelt at his feet and though it looks gentle, you know those fingers are hard, capable of holding too tight and not tightly enough, all at once.

He is terrible. He is beautiful. He's haunted your dreams for years and been the only source of pleasure that has ever rung true.

Every night since you've known him you've woken, soaked in sweat, sheets twisted around the lower half of your body and panting like you've run a mile, his face scarred into your eyelids, his name on your lips.

"Ghost," you breathe and the word is nothing and it's everything. Ghost shifts, his hand tightens and your captor lets a high whine out of his throat.

The lower man's thighs stretch as he moves from his haunches to his knees proper. Quick as a snake, Ghost releases his hold and shoves him on the side of the head so he falls on his side, hard.

At a flick of Ghost's wrist, he's up and moving, and in a second, you realize he's stripping. When he's down to his underwear, he retakes his position on his knees, still gazing upward, with a look of adoration on his face, but something else too. There's hunger in his eyes, in the set of his slightly open jaw and his chest heaves as low, heavy pants escape him. His fists rest on his thighs but every few seconds he raises them and reaches out as if desperate to touch. He never does and you know in your bones that he won't. Not until he's given permission.

Heat paints the side of your face and you meet Ghost's eyes again, though you never look right into them. Instead your gaze falls on the edge of the hard white of the jaw bone on his mask. You can pretend it's fear, if you don't want to admit to yourself what it really is. Deference.

But there's no pretending with Ghost. There never has been. He's seen into your dreams, into your heart. He knows your deepest, most depraved desires, has always known them, has been there in the background as they've grown and twisted under his careful tutelage.

He raises the hand not touching your captor and with one twitch of a finger, he beckons you forward. You go at once and stand before him, hands twitching, wanting, and not daring to want simultaneously.

And then his hand moves again, in a way you've seen countless times in your dreams and just once in person, just seconds ago.

You move instinctually, hands shaking over buttons, trembling over zips. All the time, he watches and waits, still as a mountain. Then his head tilts by the barest inch and the thought thrills through you at once.

He's seen your soul bared and still wants you.

When you too are down to the barest items of clothing, you wait with bated breath. Your eyes roam his face hungrily and you roll forward on the balls of your feet, wanting so badly to draw closer, waiting, hoping, needing.

In your peripheral vision, of which you are acutely aware, you see his hand move again and euphoria crashes through your veins, filling your chest and possessing you entirely as you drop immediately to your knees. You gaze upwards and breathe out, letting your eyes flutter shut just as his hand reaches out and settles in place around your throat.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Vampire!141 transformations

(implied Soap death, he's not actually dead)

Price is the oldest vampire on their team, born into the undead life. He'd seen his fair share of death. In a way, he envied their final moments.

Gaz's transformation is the second least traumatic of them all, guided gently by Price as he begged to turn him on the field after a fatal wound. And Price listened.

Ghost is the second oldest, turned vampire as his body forced itself to work with the bite Roba had given. A weak bite to turn him, but would take days to work. He couldn't last days in the coffin. So his body, with the slightest bit of supernatural blood in his veins, forced it to mutate. His transformation was agony, pure agony. Unlike the rest of the 141, however, his powers are one of the weakest. They come and go, like pulses. When he's angry, he seemes to subconsciously hiss and sizzle with the feeling. That was used and abused by Shepherd until he was transferred to Price. He was used as a sort of 'familiar' by Shepherd. Only with the 141 did he have any freedom.

Soap's transformation was a last minute hope. Ghost's teeth, oversharpened and sore from no use, sunk into his neck to find a barely usable pulse. Turn him, damnit. But it didn't *work*. Not until Price's fangs dipped into the holes Simon's left, and *he* took care of it. (Ghost couldn't figure out if it was more or less traumatic than his.) It just barely worked, but Soap was dangerously ill for weeks. Resulting in delicate feeding and very cautious contact.

[eiraeths]

little scene from the monster magic au installment

y’all i can NOT figure out what layer that line by ghost’s head is on so it’s apart of the sketch now ig

[the-greywarren]

Taste (Poly141 monster au)

Age rating: explicit, 18+ (mdni)

CW: Mild gore, blood, blood sucking, rough sex, blood as lube

Tags: Monster hunter Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Incubus John "Soap" MacTavish, Vampire Simon "Ghost" Riley, Werewolf John Price, Switch Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Switch John "Soap" MacTavish, Top John Price, Switch Simon "Ghost" Riley, Half-Vampire Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Blood Drinking, Blood, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Barebacking, Knotting, Vampire Bites, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Everyone worships Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Blood Kink, Biting, Voyeurism, Choking, Blood Loss, Exhibitionism, Face-Fucking, Anal Fingering, Blood As Lube, Come as Lube, Breeding Kink, Established Relationship

Word count: 3.797

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47512690

A/N: I originally wrote this in may 2023 and while struggling to write another thing I decided to just edit this instead, so here you go. Might write some more of this, might just do a little guide to this supernatural universe, idk.

Blood soaked through Gaz's shirt as he pulled the knife from the vampire's chest, letting the creature's body fall to the floor with a loud thud. His heart was racing and he was panting, muscles aching with exhaustion and already blooming bruises. Cuts and bites littered his body, blood dripping down his skin, mixing with the blood of the monsters he had slayed. He wiped the blood off the knife, the heavy scent of death and gore making his head spin. Ghost appeared behind him, his fangs extending as he moved his pale wrist to his lips, biting deep before holding it out to Gaz. 

Ghost's blood was thick and dark, almost ruby-red in the dim light, and Gaz felt his own smaller fangs extend, sending a stabbing pain through his skull. He hadn't had any blood in months. He didn't need it the way actual vampires did, so he went without for as long as he could. But Ghost was staring at him intently, eyeing the deeper wounds on Gaz's body and the blood dripping down onto the concrete floor.

"Take it, love. It'll help." Ghost's deep, commanding voice was enough to make Gaz's resolve shatter. He grabbed Ghost's wrist gently, guiding it to his lips. The smell was intoxicating, Ghost's natural scent mixed with the metallic tinge of his blood. Gaz leaned forward, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around Ghost's wrist. The taste was otherworldly, metallic and salty but oh so sweet at the same time. Gaz couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as he drank deeply from Ghost's wrist, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as hot blood coated his tongue. Ghost's other hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him into his chest and holding him tightly. 

"That's it. Take as much as you need," Ghost encouraged, nuzzling into Gaz's soft curls. Gaz couldn't think, Ghost's blood on his tongue the only thing he could focus on. At least until a second body pressed up against his back, a tail wrapping around his thigh and Soap's face nuzzling the back of his neck. Lust suddenly flooded his senses as Soap's scent filled his nose, enhancing the euphoria of the blood as Gaz moaned again, his cock twitching in his pants. 

"Havin' fun without me, darlings? That's not very fair," Soap purred into Gaz's ear, his tail moving further up Gaz's thigh, the pointed tip grazing the tent in Gaz's pants.

"Come now, Soap, don't tease." Price's voice cut through the fog of lust clouding his mind as he peeled Soap off of him, pulling him into his strong arms instead and holding him there. Soap huffed in annoyance, busying himself instead with scratching his claws up and down Price's hairy arms as his gaze roved over his other two partners.

Gaz was trembling in Ghost's arms, feeling like a live wire. His senses were heightened, everything so much more intense as the blood got into his system. This was one of the reasons he didn't drink often. It sent him into a state similar to a werewolf's heat, but it was the quickest and safest way to heal his wounds.

"We should get this one home, get him taken care of," Price said, moving closer to the other pair. He moved Soap to Ghost's side, placing himself at Gaz's back. Gaz hated feeling so helpless, but his mind was already slipping into heady oblivion. He knew he was safe. His partners would take good care of him.

Eventually his hunger was sated and he let go of Ghost's wrist, practically slumping into Price's waiting embrace. Price turned him around and picked him up easily, strong hands guiding Gaz's legs around his waist and holding him up. Price nosed at his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Gaz knew Price would be able to smell Ghost's scent mixed with his and the thought made his cock twitch again in excitement. 

"It's okay, pup. We'll be home soon," Price said, stroking a hand up Gaz's back soothingly. Gaz felt Soap's hand in his, twining their fingers together and squeezing. Gaz could smell the pheromones radiating from Soap, the smell relaxing every muscle in his body until he went completely limp in Price's arms. 

"We've got you, babe. Just relax," Soap cooed as Gaz's eyes drifted closed.

-

Gaz was so cold, despite being wrapped up in thick blankets. He was naked, his skin washed of all blood and all his wounds healed up nicely. His thoughts were clearing up a little, but lust still ran thick in his veins, his cock hard and leaking. Soap was sitting at the edge of the bed, idly playing with his own cock and moaning quietly, his head thrown back and his tail curled around the base of his cock. 

Gaz's eyes widened at the sight, his mouth watering as Soap let out a long whine of pleasure, his pheromones flooding Gaz's senses. He barely noticed his own hand sneaking down to wrap around his cock, stroking himself in time with Soap's movements. 

"You were supposed to be watching him, Johnny." Ghost's voice startled both of them out of their haze, Soap practically jumping when he noticed Ghost leaning against the doorframe, staring intently at the two of them. Gaz blushed down to his toes, avoiding Ghost's intense gaze as Soap spun around, surprise on his face when he noticed Gaz was awake. 

Soap blushed as well but didn't cease his rhythmic stroking, fingers running deftly over the ridges of his cock, twisting at the tip and pulling on his foreskin. 

"I got distracted?" Soap said sheepishly, looking up at Ghost through his lashes. Ghost was on him in a flash, hand tight around Soap's throat as he pushed him back onto the bed with a growl, baring his sharp fangs. Soap moaned as Ghost squeezed his neck, the sight causing a bead of precum to drool from Gaz's aching cock.

"Now, now boys, let's not keep our poor baby waiting," Price said as he entered their room, running his hand up Ghost's naked back, claws dragging against his skin. Ghost growled once more before letting go of Soap's neck, much to Soap's displeasure. Soap was quick to move on though, turning and crawling up the bed to sit on Gaz's lap, tail wrapping around Gaz's cock as he leaned down, kissing and biting at Gaz's neck roughly. 

"Sorry love, 'm sorry, I didn't mean to get distracted," he mumbled against Gaz's throat, his hands running up and down his arms. Gaz moaned as Soap kept licking and sucking at the sensitive skin on his throat, his teeth scraping against the scar left over from his failed transformation. Meanwhile his tail was jerking Gaz off with enthusiasm, the ridges making Gaz's eyes roll to the back of his head in bliss. 

"Fuck, Tav," he breathed, his hands running over Soap's torso, against his tight abs and up his back, tangling into the back of his hair and pulling his head back to crush their lips together. Gaz ran his tongue over Soap's bottom lip until Soap's mouth opened eagerly, allowing Gaz entrance as he licked his way into Soap's mouth. Soap moaned loudly, grinding down against Gaz as his claws dug into Gaz's biceps. 

Ghost climbed into bed with them, slotting himself behind Gaz and pulling him into his lap, wrapping his arms around Gaz's waist and joining Soap's tail in stroking his cock. It almost felt like too much, the feeling of Ghost's cock against his lower back and his hand around his cock, his breath skirting Gaz's neck, all while Soap ground against him, kissing him deeply and desperately. Price sat behind Soap, kissing his neck gently and massaging his flanks. 

"Soap, why don't you ride Gaz's cock to get us started, hm?" Price asked, grabbing a handful of Soap's ass and squeezing. Soap whined, nodding eagerly as he backed up, situating himself so his ass  was right above Gaz's hard cock. Soap was already dripping wet, slick coating his waiting hole. Gaz was never more grateful for Soap being an incubus than he was in these moments, when all he wanted was to sink deep into the scorching warmth of him.

Soap grabbed hard onto Gaz's shoulders and dropped himself down on his cock without warning, taking Gaz's entire length in one go with a loud cry of pleasure. His insides fluttered around Gaz's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure up Gaz's spine as he started to lift himself up, setting a quick pace with no hesitation. Ghost held Gaz tightly, playing with his nipples and sucking at his neck, murmuring encouragement as Soap rode him eagerly.

Gaz felt like he was floating, his partners surrounding him and holding him as he felt his primal urges taking over. Ghost told him he had felt similarly when he first turned, like he was reduced to his base urges, a feeling Price said sounded like a werewolf's heat. And since Gaz's own transformation had failed, he was stuck in a permanent limbo of half-turned, so every time he drank blood he essentially experienced his transformation again. Thankfully, he had his boys there for him to indulge his urges until he came down from the high, and they were there to hold him through that too. 

Gaz could feel pleasure pooling in his gut as he stared up at Soap, watching as he rode Gaz's cock, grinding his hips down and rolling them, his walls clenching around Gaz. Soap looked absolutely sinful, his cheeks flushed red and his lips shiny with spit. Price was behind him, one hand fisting Soap's hair and holding his head back, forcing him to look at Gaz as he rode him. 

"Isn't our little demon pretty, Gaz? Look how well he takes you," Price said, nosing at Soap's throat as he spoke, his other hand running up and down Gaz's thigh. Gaz groaned at Price's words, nodding weakly as he leaned forward, kissing his way up Soap's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and hugging him close. Soap threaded a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that sent shivers up Gaz's spine. 

Soap was looking into his eyes with such pure love and adoration, his other hand cupping Gaz's cheek gently as he slowed his movements. His hips rolled languidly, letting Gaz fully sink into his warmth. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Gaz's before kissing him deeply, twining their tongues together with a wanton moan.

"I love you so much," he said against Gaz's lips, voice wet and breathy, and Gaz caught his lips in another kiss, pulling Soap closer. His skin was burning hot under Gaz's touch, sweat slicked and soft.

"I love you too," Gaz breathed, lips moving against Soap's as he spoke. Soap's tail was still wrapped around the base of his cock, holding Gaz in place as Soap rode him. But Gaz had had enough of Soap having all the control. 

He leaned back, trusting Ghost to carry most of his weight as he grabbed Soap's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Soap squeaked in surprise as Gaz held him still, nails digging into his skin. His eyes were wide and surprised, but Gaz could see the challenge in them, could see Soap silently begging him to take control like he wanted to. And Gaz was never one to back down from a challenge. 

He held Soap still as he pulled nearly all the way out, brutally slow, until just the tip was still encased in Soap's warmth. Then, without giving Soap time to adjust, he slammed his hips up, thrusting deep inside Soap as Soap yelped, claws digging into Gaz's arms as he held on. Gaz kept going, picking up a torturous rhythm as he slammed into Soap, hips bucking up as he fucked him hard and deep. Soap was crying in pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking as he stared down at Gaz. 

"There you go love, take him like you want to, like you deserve," Ghost whispered in Gaz's ear, his hands on Gaz's chest, holding him tight as he talked him through it, whispering encouragement into his ear. The harder Gaz fucked Soap the more pheromones he released, the entire room smelling like sex and lust as the incubus was pushed to the edge. His walls clenched hard around Gaz as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum as he cried out, his entire body spasming. Hunger overcame Gaz, his throat drying up with the need to drink. Ghost noticed his body tense up, his thrusts slowing, and leaned forward, lips brushing against the shell of Gaz's ear.

"You want to bite him, don't you? Drink his blood until he's weak in your arms, until he's shaking with more than just pleasure." Ghost's voice was a deep rumble in Gaz's ear, and he nodded, fangs aching, eyes focused on the sensitive skin of Soap's throat, the carotid artery jumping with Soap's rapid heartbeat.

"Do it, love. Bleed him dry. You know he can take it. You know he loves it." Gaz's thrusts became harder as he leaned forward, grabbing Soap's shoulders and pulling him in, his fangs piercing the skin easily. Blood flooded Gaz's mouth, hot and spicy like demon blood always was, making his tongue tingle pleasantly. Soap took it all, debauched moans escaping his mouth as he held on to Gaz's shoulders. Blood trickled down his naked torso, over his taut abs, mixing with his cum as it dripped down. 

The taste of Soap's blood, the smell of his sweat, the feeling of his walls fluttering around Gaz was enough to send him over the edge. He bit down harder as he came, pulling another loud moan from deep within Soap as he filled him up. Ghost curled up against Gaz' back, a hand wrapping around his throat as he kissed his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, holding him through his orgasm. Price was kissing the back of Soap's neck gently, soothing him as Gaz swallowed his blood in deep gulps. 

Eventually, Soap became limp in Gaz's arms, his eyes closing as he fell unconscious. Gaz felt his heart rate slow, his breaths becoming shallow. He let go of Soap's neck, kissing the wound gently and watching as it started to close up. 

"There you go, pup. Feel better?" Price asked, wiping the blood off of Gaz's chin and holding his fingers out in front of him. Gaz sucked them into his mouth eagerly, licking and sucking until they were clean. He nodded, feeling himself starting to come down from his high. He could feel his body becoming weaker, but they all knew it wasn't over yet. 

Soap groaned as he came to, looking down at Gaz with glassy eyes and a soft smile. He leaned forward, kissing Gaz gently on the lips, cupping his cheek. 

"You did so well, doll. So good for me," he whispered, kissing Gaz once more before climbing off of him, slumping down into the bed next to them. He curled up on his side, propping himself up on his hand with a smirk. 

"Don't mind me boys, do your thing," he said, the lust in his voice clearly urging the other two on. Price and Ghost didn't wait for Gaz to say anything, Price simply backed up and pulled Gaz with him until he was laying flat on his back, Price situated between his legs, his large cock bumping against the cleft of Gaz's ass. Ghost moved until he was on his knees right above Gaz's head. 

Ghost put one hand under Gaz's chin, tilting his head until his mouth was lined up perfectly with Ghost's cock, the head resting against Gaz's lips. Price leaned over him, kissing his chest softly, one hand fondling his left pec as his mouth got to work with the right one, sucking his nipple into his mouth and biting it gently. They had barely even started and Gaz was already a writhing mess under them, moaning uncontrollably as Price continued to suck on his nipple. 

"You ready, love?" Ghost asked, brushing a hand over Gaz's cheek. He was staring down at Gaz, absolutely awestruck by the man lying beneath him, the leftover blood on his neck and chest, the flush on his cheeks and the glazed look in his eyes. Gaz nodded, which only caused Ghost to growl, tapping him on the chin. 

"I need words, Gaz. Are you ready?" Gaz blushed, but maintained eye contact. 

"Yes, sir. I'm ready." 

"Do you remember what to do to make us stop?" Price asked, giving Gaz's peck one last bite before sitting up, hands on Gaz's knees, holding his legs open. 

"Tap Ghost's thigh three times, sir." Price smiled. 

"Good pup." He reached over to Soap, gently nudging his legs open as he dipped his fingers inside his hole, gathering up his slick and Gaz's cum before moving his hand to Gaz's neck, scooping up the rest of Soap's blood pooling there. Gaz watched, hypnotised, as Price brought his blood and cum covered fingers down to Gaz's hole. He circled the tight muscle once, twice, before slowly dipping the first finger inside of Gaz. 

Gaz moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head as Price's finger slipped inside of him, and Ghost took the opportunity to thrust forward, his cock sliding easily into Gaz's open mouth. Gaz gagged as Ghost bottomed out, his cock hitting the back of Gaz's throat, but he didn't stop, starting to thrust into Gaz's throat without mercy, one hand around Gaz's throat and the other on his shoulder, holding him down. 

Gaz's entire body relaxed as Ghost fucked his throat, which let Price slip a second finger inside of him without much resistance. Gaz groaned, sending vibrations up Ghost's cock who held his throat tighter, squeezing as he growled, his fangs bared. Tears were forming in Gaz's eyes, running down his cheeks. He couldn't stop moaning, Price and Ghost's hands keeping him still. 

"You're so good for us, pup. So pretty, taking Ghost's cock in your sweet little mouth," Price praised, curling his fingers so they brushed against Gaz's prostate. He cried out, muffled by Ghost's cock and his hand on his throat. He was seeing stars, his senses completely overwhelmed, and he was loving it. Soap scooted closer to them, running his hand over Gaz's chest soothingly. 

Price was fucking him relentlessly with his fingers, hitting his prostate with every single stroke, and Gaz was reduced to a crying mess, silently begging for more, more. Thankfully, they knew exactly what he needed. With a quiet warning, Price slowly removed his fingers from Gaz's hole, letting Soap slick his cock up before he lined himself up and slowly sinking himself into Gaz's inviting heat. 

Price's thick cock felt like it was splitting Gaz in two, and he took it gratefully, feeling how full he was now with both of their cocks inside of him. He knew none of them were going to last much longer now, they never did, especially when Soap leaned forward and took Gaz's half-hard cock in his mouth, pulling his foreskin down and swirling his tongue around the head. Gaz's abs clenched, his walls clenching around Price so hard he had to lean forward, using Soap for balance. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts getting harder and deeper with every movement. Ghost was close as well, his thighs starting to shake as he thrust into Gaz's throat. Price moved his hand from Gaz's hip, finding Gaz's hand and threading their fingers together. The action grounded Gaz, bringing him back into the moment as he came without warning, Soap swallowing the little cum he had left in him. Ghost followed close behind, cuming down Gaz's throat with one final thrust, squeezing his throat tightly. He pulled out shortly after, leaning down to kiss Gaz, licking into his mouth and biting his lip. 

"Are you going to let Price knot you like you deserve? You going to let him breed you like a good boy?" Ghost asked between kisses, hand letting go of Gaz's throat in favour of petting him gently. Gaz nodded eagerly, too fucked out to properly form words. Ghost smiled, sitting back and moving so he was holding Gaz to his chest. Soap moved to lay next to them, kissing Gaz's neck and chest as Price kept fucking into him. 

Price's thrusts were relentless, his hand squeezing Gaz's hard as he fucked him. Deep growls were rumbling in his chest, his eyes glinting yellow as he came closer to his climax. Gaz could already feel the knot growing inside of him, catching on his rim with Price's thrusts. Gaz reached up with his free hand, cupping Price's jaw and pulling him closer, until their foreheads were touching. 

"Breed me, sir. Please, I need it," he whined, rubbing his face against Price's neck. Price growled, his hands grabbing Gaz harder as his thrusts became faster and sloppier, until he came with a deep groan, his chest vibrating with possessive growls. Gaz could feel himself filling up with Price's cum, his chest filling with warmth at the thought as Price slumped into his chest, nuzzling his face into his neck.

"You did so well for us, pup. So good," Price said, kissing Gaz's jaw gently. Gaz was pinned between Ghost and Price, Soap still petting him gently. He was safe, and loved.

They lay there, the three of them holding him, stroking and kissing him until his eyes started to droop, waiting for Price's knot to come down. When it did, he climbed off of him, standing to retrieve a wet washcloth and a glass of water. Gaz chugged it gratefully as Price wiped up the blood and cum. When he was done he kissed Gaz's lips softly before leaving to return the washcloth.

Ghost gently rolled Gaz over onto his side, pulling him into his chest and burying his face in his hair. Soap scooted closer to them, slotting himself into Gaz's arms and cuddling closer to him, his tail curling around Gaz's leg protectively. The sight of them absolutely melted Price's heart when he returned, his pack curled up around each other, Ghost holding Gaz and Soap close while Soap peppered soft kisses on Gaz's forehead. Gaz was already falling asleep when Price climbed in behind Soap, pulling the duvet up to cover them before curling up against Soap's back, kissing the back of his head gently. The scent of his partners and the sound of their slowing heartbeats was the last thing Gaz remembered before drifting off into a calm, deep sleep.

[wdymidekn]

Drunken thoughts

[emilycastlevania]

[ghcstao3]

prompt from @dhampiravidi

“I've read lots of Werewolf!Soap, but what about him meeting Vampire!Ghost? Especially when Simon's recently turned & supernaturals are still a secret to humans?”

-

Just when Simon thought he couldn’t get any more alone in this world, he discovers that he is now immortal, and with a bloodlust that is decidedly not normal.

It’s just his luck, really. Between being tortured, buried alive, losing his family, being legally dead—somehow this has to be the worst of it all. Because it means living with his faults forever, and that has to be just the picture perfect idea of his kind of hell.

Who would have thought that this was the universe in which vampires—or some semblance of them—are real? Certainly not Simon.

And as he barely learns to cope with his newfound appetite and the abilities that come with it, he wishes he could have remained a little more ignorant, and a little more human.

Because becoming a vampire, as it turns out, meant barely scratching the surface of everything supernatural he had never been privy to, in his multiple decades on earth.

*

Born and raised a werewolf, John has always been well-immersed (and versed) in the world of the supernatural.

And being so, John thinks it’s very possible he realizes that Simon Riley is a vampire before the man himself does. Or, at the very least, John is first to understand what Simon is.

Because, in all honesty, Simon carries himself like someone who doesn’t quite know how to consume blood more so than spill it. That, and he stinks like the undead to John’s sensitive nose.

So, meeting him is quite an… event.

But it’s also a pleasant coolness to a bright heat, two fanged grins even when one is obscured. John can imagine Simon’s nose wrinkling beneath his mask at the werewolf’s scent, as if he’d never realized there was anything unlike him that wasn’t human.

It’s funny. Comical, even, when John indulges Simon in the otherworldly. But the naivety is also sweet in the way someone as imposing as Simon has no right to be.

And if a little later down the line, John tells Simon that werewolf blood is better than anything a human could provide, then, well. It’s no one’s business but John’s, and Simon’s enthusiasm about not having to find strangers to get himself fed.

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 - Vampire!Ghost Headcanons

Tags: mentions of blood and scars, mostly just HCs of Ghost as a vampire, some very light ghostprice, even lighter poly 141, if ya squint

Ghost who's change had been partially undergone in a shallow grave in a southern countryside.

Price had been the one to find him, bringing him home and helping him through the rest of his change. Taking on the role of his new sire. He had known Riley prior, a strong and bright soldier. And while Price should have taken appropriate action and put him out of his misery…he had other plans in mind.

Unsired vampires generally don't survive, and the ones that do often become feral or have very significant behavioral problems. Due this arrangement, Price and Ghost share a very intimate bond.

Simon hadn't been aware of the monstrous world around him prior to the events around his changing. And upon learning of Price's lycanthropy he felt a bit betrayed for some time. He would eventually come to understand, but he was definitely salty about it.

This being said Simon was not socialized as a vampire. All his information came from Price and what official reports they had on his kind in general. He isn't totally out of his depth, but there are some pieces missing.

By vampiric standards Simon is still a fledgling, though only other vampires would clock him on that.

Through diligent training Price helped Simon through any frenzy instincts, though it isn't completely gone Simon has exceptional control around the copious amounts of blood that come with his profession. Not to mention the mask helps muffle the scent.

What Price finds most amusing, is that after most of the wrinkles are ironed out, Simon is largely indifferent to the change. He carries trauma certainly, but the new found power and diet appears to have not phased him fuck all.

Simon still stubbornly takes his tea at the same time, after having gone through some trial and error. He found he can still drink his tea albeit a little altered. Blood with 3 sugars please.

Though Simon had eaten his mess hall gruel without complaint for years, he did miss the routine. He still slinks off to his room to eat his own meal on the same schedule.

While he doesnt burst into flames with the sun touching his flesh he is significantly weaker. He was already prone to burning red like a lobster in his human life. The change didn't make things to terribly different. The mask and layers of clothes prevent most of the issue.

Due to certain traumas around his change. Simon is very particular about feeding. And besides emergencies or very specific exceptions. Simon does not feed from the source. He often just drinks from a canteen/bottle with a blood/water mixture. To human onlookers it would honestly just look like he was using the flavored water enhancers. Which also brings Simon a certain kind of amusement.

As is common, Simon has enhanced strength and senses. He now possesses a red pearly tapetum lucidum or “eyeshine”. He suffers through the ‘sunglasses at night’ jokes to avoid any questions or accidental detection on night ops.

The change did not make Simon ethereally beautiful. He looks mostly the same besides paler skin, red tinted eyes and new shiny fangs. He still maintains all his scars/marks and tattoos from before. And while his healing factor prevents most scars, significant wounds may still scar lightly or the scar may take decades to fully fade away.

Simon doesn't feel cold to the touch per se, but he does run cooler than the average human due to his altered metabolism.

If available, he does prefer to at least long ‘nap’ during the day. While it's possible for him to carry on normally during daylight hours it does take more out of him.

Generally speaking most normally socialized vampires forgo sleeping regularly all together. Price however, insisted upon resting during Simon's changing. “Good for your mind” he'd stated gruffly. And Simon had kept up with it ever since. While he does legitimately sleep, this happens less often. His naps being more meditative in nature.

Similarly to Price, Simon does have brood instincts which occasionally become a point of contention between the two. Price's alpha wolf mixed with Simon's brood nature have them butting heads possessively over other members of the task force on occasion.

They are both smart enough to know the common goal of ultimately ensuring safety and care over their brood/pack mates. And most of the time they behave…but sometimes…

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

Ghoap Discord Server Halloween 2023 Entry for @pesto-rat . Vampire Ghost drinking Soap's blood! This pose was mega hard for me, hope you like it :)

The references:

[princess-grecia]

SketchBook 2016-2019-2024

Art Pixel.

-—> Vampire Girl and Gupish- vampire ghost water

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[friendlyneighborhoodwitch1]

Salisbury Evening Post, July 10, 1922, page 7

There's some weird shit in old newspapers.

(He's lying to cover up being a piece of shit, but his lie is hilarious.)

[m0ngji]

VampGhost/HunterSoap flosting around in my head today....

Ghost pins the hunter to the ground snarling a deep bass growl.

Huffing and panting from the fright. Eyes defiant and bright. "If ye bleed out on my good tunic I'll never get it out, you big toothed bastard." Pushing the knife in his hand deeper under the ribs of the blood sucker above him.

"I will have your neck ripped wide before my death, little hunter." The mocking rasp of the vampire above him send shivers down John's spine.

"Aye, but ye'll still be dead, ya fuckin parasite." Soap’s own growl pooling heat into Ghost’s gut *its definitely the knife in him. There's no way he's hot for this human*

Ghost smirks. Snapping his jaws in the mans face. "But you will still die, little human. Stop now and I may let you live as a blood whore to the brood."

The wicked grin of the human startles Ghost. "I'll keep as i am. Regardless youll be dead. As i came here to do. Living was just icin' on the cake, not the goal, ye rank wee cunt."

[meowmeowriley]

Was gonna say Ghoap, and saw someone in the reblogs tag Buffy, and now I need a Buffy AU, trans Slayer Soap and vampire boyfriend Ghost.

it’s always “why did you sacrifice yourself and leave me behind” and never How was the sacrifice Was sacrificing yourself fun it looked fun

[eiraeths]

so a character list for the monster-magic au:

- witch soap: full blood witch. doesn’t need to siphon magic to use it. gets energy from calories and sleep. has to hide magic cause yknow last of his kind working for the government? bad combo. doesn’t need a book of shadows. spells are said in scottish gaelic and can defy the laws of nature. even though he can summon shit like water out of nowhere it still has to come from somewhere so there’s an equal opposite reaction for everything. gets sick often due to limited magic.

- vampire ghost: mostly human looking with red eyes, pointed ears, and sharp teeth. weaker in the day and stronger at night. night vision, immortality, enhanced senses, agility. the whole nine yards. weak to fire, silver, daylight, and decapitation.

- siren gaz: scaled face, finned ears, webbed hands with long nails and webbed feet, and shark teeth. can hypnotize people or do full mind control. hypnotism means they aren’t aware of what they’re doing and mind control means they are and can’t do anything about it. gets weak if dehydrated or has low sodium. also an amazing swimmer.

- gargoyle price: dragon like wings with impenetrable skin. can’t venture too far from what he’s protecting so can always be found near a team member. can camouflage self and fly. stronger at night. heals slowly due to the make-up of his skin and has a weakness to daylight.

- gorgon laswell: SNAKE HAIR. venomous snake hair. can choose if the venom is acidic or paralytic. has enhanced smell, taste, and eyesight.

- werecoyote alejandro: shapeshifter with yellow eyes, claws, a tail, and pointed ears in human form. keeps intelligence in full shift and can be considered deadlier than a werewolf because of that. can control shifts if has an anchor (rudy is his anchor)

- sorcerer rudy: relies on a conduit, which is a ring. is the strongest tier out of all magics and has a book of shadows for spells and what not. doesn’t have unlimited energy which typically comes from calories and sleep. has to follow the rules of nature so can’t summon water out of nowhere or summon wind inside like soap can.

- manticore valeria: bat like wings with the tail of a scorpion, claws, lion’s feet. can poison people with the quills of tail although it acts like a paralytic. also three rows of teeth. can and will eat people.

- conductor graves: is the second tier of magic user. needs a bigger conduit like a wand or bracelets. (he uses a wand because he’s dramatic. needs a book of shadows and has even less energy than rudy. uses his status as a magic user to get loyalty from his shadows plus a secret :)

-shepherd is a human but there is also a secret behind that :D

[emilycastlevania]

If You Have Ghost was released on this day in 2013.

What song is your favorite?

[emilycastlevania]

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